So, this is going to be my goodbye.

Yesterday, I was walking down a street, and there was him, again. This time, there was a different air, like I'd outlived my worth. A tentacle lashed out at me, the flesh it touched was seared, and I screamed in pain, this led to a lot of boss battle esque dodging of tentacles. I had enough burns to be qualified for medical treatment before my savior fought back. He had the distinct scent of cocaine about him, and his hair was a mess. He shoved a hand through the monster's chest, letting out a battle cry of 'WINNING!' In that moment, I realized my hero was none other than Charlie Sheen. I looked on in awe, as the two battled, rivals of some sort, I'd guess, when he screamed 'So, we meet again, ya' bastard. Preyin' on little boys again? That's just not sheen worthy.' He and slenderman duked it out while I attempted to escape, being met by Charlie telling me that if I moved again he'd kill me too.

Finally, after both were completely fucking full of holes, good ol coward slendy fucking teleported, fucking wuss. Sheen approached me, and I blacked out. I'm now on the set of two and a half men, with a liion waiting for me. I'm gonna die now. Adios.

The tipping point

Today's a grim day for me. I killed a normal person, not a proxy. I saw him approaching this unsuspecting guy, while holding a gun. I fucking charged him, and jammed a knife into his side, dragging him into a rundown building, taking empty roads the entire time. I proceeded to punch him until he had no teeth, his jaw was so out of place he may as well have been fucking trollfacing, I smashed his nose so badly it was in the shape of the letter S, I stabbed him twice again, and slashed an X across his stomach, drew a fucking motif on his forehead, crushed his fucking nuts with my boots, shoved nails in his eyes, grabbed a plank and went batshit on his skull, and by that point, he was dead, but I didn't stop, I just kept brutalizing him, a lifeless body sitting there.

I think I've lost it.

I shoulda made a joke a month ago.

But isn't that all this is? One huge fucking joke? Dancing around some monster's feet, waiting for him to crush us? I almost feel like I broke an old tradition not following through on april fools, yet I hate it more every year, it feels. Sorry for the downtime. I've been busy, I guess you could say. Not a lot to talk about just yet, though.

The previous night.

Just, let me start off with a phrase, that by now should be familiar to everyone, what the FUCK. I decided to take a day to go see some concert, you know, get acquainted with a few local bands, and for once i had a normal night. Sort of. 3 exes in one location. And kids talking about Slenderman. Like it's casual shit. No. Fuck that. They don't understand the shit they're in bringing him up more and more. I swear to god though, I looked at the hockey rink and it was deteriorating.

To be honest, I have no clue what the fuck's going on, I look like i haven't slept in weeks but I've been able to sleep pretty well recently, minus last night. Just a quick update I guess. Love you guys.

regret

After sitting here, wondering what I should tell you guys, what I shouldn't, I felt considerably sick over disclosing the past month's events. I still miss everyone. I wish I was still in that shitty house, eating warm food and playing games with no worries. I miss my peace of mind too. I regret not being with Storms still, I regret not being to save Ian either time, but.. there's a light in the tunnel. I met someone, recently, no real connection, just a 'Hey we're going the same direction let's travel together' ordeal. He's really quiet. Got this fuckin' stare, thousand yards. I sometimes have to make sure he's still breathing because he can sit so still.

His name is Robert, I just call him Bobby because it rolls off the tongue. He listens to some good music, great for travel. I guess before his mom kicked him out, he played that kind of music, was an acoustic guitarist in some band. We're at some burger joint with free wifi. Really quiet in here, I guess it would be, no one's off work yet. I feel like all the early senseless killing is the worst. They were humans. I'm a human. How can I take another's life, and yet I'm still here. I miss my innocence, that I once had, the smile. I just want to feel better. He showed me this one song, called Sad Songs, believe it or not it helps. My conscience feels clearer every minute.

The Old Friend.

I'm not gonna post any chatlogs or any of that shit, but an old friend of mine, who wished for their identity to remain a secret contacted me. He completely freaked out, as he has seen my blog, tore me a new one over killing Ian. Multiple times. I asked hime if he understood the gravity of the shit I'm in, he laughed at me. He fucking laughed at me.

Then, there was a knock at his door, he said he'd be right back, so I waited, then some fucker with this retarded as fucking lack of typing skills, sorta like 's0m3 r374rd3d @ss sh17 |_1k3 7h1s' tells me just because Ian's done for, it doesn't mean I'm not a target. My friend is dead because of that fucker. Anyway, After that, my computer started bugging the fuck out, just fucking exploding with bugs, I had to do a full sysrestore, and even now, there's an operator symbol signifying a program that I cannot see nor can I close. Fuckin' proxies.

valentines season is over

That was a horrible fucking stretch of time. All those fucking commercials, "SPEND YOUR WORTHLESS FUCKING LINEN ON SHINIES IN HOPES YOU GET SEX FROM IT," ha, fuckit. The last time I ever used my dick for more than pissing was with storms that one time. Found out what she's been up to, glad she's with a better crowd than me. Don't get all offended either, saying it's because I spent the day alone. I didn't. I spent the day on a date with someone here, I've been hanging out in an industrial shell of a town, for the previous amount of time. She invited me in that night. I declined, gave her a kiss. She was found dead two days later.

I miss everyone. I miss storms, that smile she'd get, I miss Ian, before I had to actually kill him, I miss not worrying. He took this from me. My entire life, all stolen by some eldritch fucking horror that OUR MINDS MADE UP. Jesus fucking christ. Fuck you, Mister Surge. Fuck you. Even now, I want to embrace that girl. If I tried now, I'd be hugging an entrail soaked body. I don't want to cry, I've done too much of that by now.

I'm gonna stick here though. Running does nothing. He always finds you. Next time I meet someone, I'm not gonna let her die. Not again. I've lost everything now, except my own dignity, and if there comes something he can steal, I'm gonna invest in top of the line security to protect it. Slender security.  I'll check back with you guys, when I can.

Stay Sharp.

It's been months since my last post. Feels like years. Ian's dead. For good. I'm not. Looks like there's still some use left in me. It's funny, I've been living a semi-normal life now. I've been gaming again, forgot about this stupid blog for a while even, but one fact rang true, and it's why I'm here again writing this post. He found me. I was playing the newest cock of doody game, or whatever, and my power flickered. Figures, the house had shoddy wiring anyhow. I went outside to see if any fuses popped, none, I turned to see Him in my neighbor's back yard.

After that, I remember nothing. I awoke in my room, a nice cut over my eye. black eye too. Had an IM from an old friend. That's a story for another time though. That strahm guy, I seriously hope he's still kicking. Read his newest blog post, he had better be kicking otherwise I feel like we've lost our strongest support. Ken, signing off.

October is for the dead.

A lot's happened. The masked guy, don't know how, don't give a fuck how, is Ian. Fuck. Don't know how he even ended up this way, my best fucking friend, now my second worst enemy. He's got a different look in his eye though. rage. Don't know why either. Hold on. Someone's outside.

They were jehovah's witnesses, told them to take their god and shove him up Slenderman's ass. They looked at me like I'm crazy. Maybe I am, but that's just how I like it. Crazy means the playing field is level, and I have nothing to lose now, so my level playing field is now an advantage. I have a cut on my chest. some kind of operator symbol thing I guess. some person told me what it was on a crossroad. We drank and had a laugh. Parted ways, saw Ian behind a tree. Almost killed some college kids on Halloween. Dressing up like proxies, who the fuck do they think they are? They're too old for that shit anyway. Halloween, I mean, not being proxies. Luckily any Slenderman costume wearers are always too wide to fit his body, so I never make mistakes on that. plus the air around him seems to change to visible white, like some kind of background. Only for about an inch off of him though. were it brighter I could probably avoid him. Door again.

Ian. He charged me as soon as I opened it, had a knife, I turned it on him, but hesitated before stabbing him, knowing who he was. He ran out, his fucking master or whatever in the distance.  I have to go, changing locations. Post more tomorrow.

She's dead. I am. Sorta.

Long two weeks. Girl's dead. I was too. Sorta. It started the day after I posted last, He was in the middle of the road, I had to swerve. completely trashed my car. We got out with minor injuries. But then... He tore her apart. She ended up literally just flesh and bones, and then me... I was ripped apart too, but the interesting thing was, I just woke up in my bed. Remembering everything. But, even when changing our actions, she still died. some things are set in stone I guess. Also, I never really noticed or touched upon it I guess, but the proxies? They've all been this same guy, I thought back, and he's always been the only one, actually, I don't know why he's still here, maybe he's like me, since I've been "Killed" 6 times now.

Another thing, I ripped the mask off of him. There was this look in his eye, I don't know where I saw it before, but I know for SURE it's familiar. I ended up ditching and running last time. I'm not sure where I'm headed next, but I know I need to find out that the fuck is going on with me. I have a car still though. Just no girl. Fuck.

A one, a two, a one two three four

Well then. I blasted some kid's brains out. Come at me with a knife, my ass. More stories of Him just wanting to correct "It" as they keep telling me. What the fuck would some horror wan to correct? His diet? I don't think I want to be monster food. I decided to stick with the crazy bitch. She's sleeping after a night of driving. As we've noticed, we can spot him better at night. less crowds. I'm thinking of going to my old house. Picking up some stuff. I know I have a shotgun in the safe there, and I could use the firepower. They keep coming, in waves, almost zombie-like.
In other news, I've noticed something. I'm seeing less and less of my kind. and, it's weird. Less passing conversations, about methods. Less friendly faces with something to drink. Less horror stories. I miss the conversations. I miss the broken smiles, and the confidence and energy they brought me. Are we all gonna end up like that? I don't wanna burn out, so won't someone please set me on fire again?

Refresher course.

In my time away, I've had some preeeeettty sweet fuck sessions. all casual little bits. I found out a bit about that... Thing. I'm not gonna talk about it now, as it was last night. anyway, I ended up having a two for one my first night, and after that, I just kept getting more. I had a nice one last night too, perfect body even, beautiful girl. But, too crazy for even MY tastes, she's sleeping next to me, fucks like a beast. One thing stormy never could offer, she could have been sane as a fucking orderly, but she could not fuck like this. It's a nice change. I think He was watching too. good. I want him to see that since I have nothing, I can live freely as possible.



I also learned a bit about this monster... thing, he seems to stalk and have his little wimps kill on surprise, element of surprise doesn't exactly work when I'm always on guard. I've got a gun too. Proxies are the surprised ones, when I put a bullet between the eyes. I also know that he seems to show up quite a bit in history, which makes me wonder, what fuels him? What brings him to our world anyway? and why are so many effected? I'm asking around, some little girl told me "He just wants to fix things." What the fuck would stalking us and frightening then taking us do? What would be the fucking POINT to all this mayhem?

Not dead... Not even fuckin' close.

I split from her, FUCK her. I don't need anyone but me. Ian's still dead, I visited his grave. Shed one fuckin' tear. I know what I have to do now. I need to up the ante. I'm going to kill anything and everything that gets inbetween me and that fucking tall bastard. I'm going to bash skulls in, stomp faces, and do whatever it takes. I want to know what makes that fucker tick. how many of us have been effected by this fucker now? The number's possibly hundreds. What the fuck IS HE?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.