Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Going, Going, Gone.

We're leaving today. I don't know if one of us will post again, if anyone does, it'll be me. No clue where we're going, all I know is I want to keep moving, Stormy and I can't be safe staying in my house. Goodbye, Respawners.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

yea-ha-ha

I'm truly sorry I haven't posted, I've been waaaaaay too busy chasing after ol' John Jacob Jingleheimerschmidt, I think I knicked him once, gotta love my cricket bat. Sadly, all but one attempt has soured, with a feeling of time being slowed, the one time I knicked him, [I fixed the bat up, metal edges.] he just... disappeared after letting out a scream I'll never forget.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

The Good Life

Sorry I didn't post yesterday, I spent it with storms, we basically laid in bed smiling, slenderman watching and all. I hope he knows he's next. We're leaving this town soon, just.. enjoying our time here while we can.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

She's okay...

Thank fucking god... Stormy's okay. I got a call from her friend Iris that she was put into rehab just a few hours ago after finally waking up from her coma. I even went to visit her. As soon as I showed up, the doctors asked if I was Ken, and I immediately said yeah. Apparently, Stormy's been crying out for me the whole time, refusing to sit still until she saw me. That's my girl.

She was in a wheelchair, looking more thin than usual and really pale. The doctors were trying to get her to eat, but she was complaining about the shit hospital food. I held onto her hand as long as I could, occasionally kissing it. I kept telling her that I loved her and even urged her to eat. My heart melted when she said she loved me too. After about two hours of seeing her, the stupid doctors told me I had to go. I was tempted to tell them to fuck off and take her away from that place, but I stopped myself. They told me they might let her out tomorrow if she stays awake.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Hail to the Ken.

Damn, I count 12 down. Knife wounds, bullet wounds, these guys shouldn'ta fucked with me, they come in hordes, and I cut them down, this is like any CoD after 2, never-ending waves of enemies, and ammo and weapons everywhere, I have a nice dagger now, as well as four new bats. Success, my friends.

They say success is the best revenge.

Let me tell you all of my new arsenal of weapons, I stole two colt .45s, and an assortment of knives. I figure I'll use them in a big crowd encounter if I have to. I've only needed my cricket b at so far, but it's splintering off, there's skull chips stuck in it, and I think a bit of brain sauce. I like to write "Fuck off" on their masks, tell their boss off, always fun. Oh my, a knock at my door? I'll tell you all of my profits when I get back.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

I'm gonna tear out your eyes and piss on your brain

Some creep in a mask tried to catch me off guard, stupid proxies, I whipped out my cricket bat and smashed his skull in. Don't go anywhere without it, not with the fights I've been in recently, one charged me with a knife, bat to the gut, then I strangled him, I'm daring you all to come get me now, I'm ready, I have a weapon, and a couple new ones I got from a remodeling gun store. So come at me, I won't sleep, I'll hand each one of you your asses in a gift box signed happy birthday.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Bitches up on my dick.

So I got to deal with stormy's mom today. Dumb bitch kept screaming it was her daughter, I reminded her that she had moved in with me, and that had excluded her from any parental rights, she freaked out on me, called me a faggot, punched and slapped me, so security showed up and took her away, I'm not letting her mess with Storms again. I sat next to her bed all night, they told me to go home an hour ago so I decided to type this up. she's comatose, and all I can do is sit there, holding her hand telling her I love her, I don't know what else to do.

So...

You wanna mess with the one precious person I have left huh? I will kill every.Single.Proxy. I won't stop. Not until all your little fucking fairies. Mess with the girl I love. Yeah. I love her. I told her it repeatedly while she laid in that stretcher. The blood your side will see won't stop, not until she's back. Fuck you, slenderman.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

FUCK

I heard Stormy scream. She was yelling "GET THE FUCK BACK, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME." Over and over... then there was absolute silence. I just ran up there and her door was still locked, so I had to bust it down. When I came into her room, it was completely empty besides her on her laptop. Everything was locked, nothing was busted... Storms was lying face down on her laptop on her bed, not moving at all. When I went over there calling her name, she didn't respond. I even shook her and yelled. As I got closer, i noticed a growing puddle of red liquid around her face, so I immediately turned her over and saw she was knocked cold. Blood was dripping from her nose and mouth, hell even her ears. She wasn't responding to anything. FUCK

I called 911 and they fucking took forever to get here. The hospital isn't that far, so I don't fucking know why it takes that long for them to drive over. I wanted to fucking kill something as they strapped her to the stretcher and put her in the ambulance. They asked me stupid questions, assuming I was the one who hurt her. I had to explain to these idiots that I had to bust down her door in order to fucking get to her. Dumbasses. I wanted to go with her, but these fucking idiots wouldn't let me go with her. I needed to. Something attacked her because no one randomly screams and drops unconscious, bleeding from their face. God fucking damnit... I need to go to the hospital to see her, but i need to get food first. Fuck.. Fuck fuck fuck... this wasn't supposed to happen....

Aw shit.

She won't leave that room, I bring her her meals. I wish she'd let me in to talk. Ian being gone... It's killer, not to be punny. I miss him more than anything, wish I could have gone to his funeral, but that faceless bastard is outside. He just stands there now. Looking, or what I perceive as looking, in my room, leaving and coming back. I'm running low on food, so I may have to bum rush it to the story when he's away, but I'll take storms along, I won't leave her alone, Ian was alone. he's dead. No man, monster, or idea will ever hurt her, not while I live and breathe.
   I'm also planning on getting a car. I think I'll drive away with her, from what I read, it won't save us, but every second safe is a second I can breathe easy. Maybe I'll use the money from my parents' life insurance and fly me and her somewhere far away. Anywhere but here. I'll talk to her about it when she gets up. I'm thinking a lot of things actually, I just can't seem to come up with any good, solid ideas. I want that taste of salvation, and I don't care what I have to do to get it.What I really don't get is, all these people encountering him either learned about him, or were stalked as children. I had a fairly normal childhood, minus the fighting, and I didn't google shit about him until that night. Am I just some unlucky soul who ended up with a monster after him? Fuck luck. Life just likes shitting on me.

Monday, June 6, 2011

You son of a bitch

I forgot to post my results, Storms got his name alright. Listen up, you motherfucker, I will not rest until I find you, I will kill you, and I will bathe in your fucking blood, kill my best friend, tell the Slender Man I'm coming for his faceless ass.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

And the winner is....

I'm looking the salesman up, maybe I'll find out where he works and report him for the stalking and harassment. Good to see Ian posted, He's been really weird up until recently, forgetting titanic time and the like. Anyway, will report findings in an hour.

Friday, June 3, 2011

so i promised you all news

Well, I sorta asked storms to move in today, and, hell, I'll let her post her answer. I repaired my window too, I have my phone watching it while in camcorder mode just in case. don't have much to talk about, I beat call of duty two yesterday, uhhh yeah, exit stage RIGHT.

Big things in the works!

I'll be updating soon on this! mega soon hopefully!

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Once more, with feeling

I'm awake now. I woke up to see my bedroom window open, the locks utterly fucking smashed. three things are bothering me. One, I live on the third story. Two, my locks are on the inside of the window, and three, there are no signs of an entry, to do this to my locks. Nothing's gone, but I don't feel too good. I'm getting new locks. Adding to that, I'm also buying bars for my window, as after close inspection, all other windows in the house are fine. Whoever did this is fucking with me, and I'm done playing little kiddie games with that salesman. next time I see him, I'm dropping him in a fucking hole.