FINALLY!! This post has taken a few tries to post up. No idea what went wrong, Can only assume Slender dickery.
In any case injuries are few considering what I was against. Mostly a number of bruises on my legs and stomach, which considering my usual attire will mean these will be hidden. Likely done on purpose. Bit dizzy from the entire encounter as well, Slender sickness of a sort?
No, ignore those for now, time heals all bruises, even to those inflicted on ones pride. The Nail Blaster I mentioned in a previous post (essentially a coil gun with multiple subsystems to allow more then a single shot per minute, payload being an iron nail) had a strange effect on slender. Once hit with it he stopped moving for about half a second before I saw the nail fall off him. Beat my ass after that and just left.
Fucker kills Tangent and hangs him like a pinata and is content with just pulling a school yard bully routine on me.
No, losing control of ones emotions is how he gets to you. Causes you to do things that only endanger yourself. We must remain calm and collected to weather this storm.
Calm..
Again, no clue why this took multiple attempts, aside from heavy suspicion of slender dickery. I feel like I'm being toyed with.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Second Sightings
Only been 17 days since I last posted.
Anyway, before I go and tell the story of this second sighting I want to make something known to all of you who are either watching this secretly, or may run across this later. First, information is the lifeblood of humanity, with it we are armed against any threat, without it we are doomed. So if you can I would appreciate even the most token of responses. And now I seem like an attention whore on top of a mad man.
Second, I think that Slenders "powers" change slightly depending on who he is stalking. My evidence for this theory? Take a random sampling of any five slenderblogs, while the general abilities will stay the same (insanity inducing, teleportation, tentacle arms, proxies, etc.) Slender seems to exhibit certain additional strengths and or weaknesses depending on who he follows. I'll name a few examples. For a certain Runner whose name escapes me at the moment, if he is higher up then slender he can't be perceived. Meanwhile for a group of fearless workout enthusiasts they can't notice him on film, pictures, and so on. And for yet another piece of evidence, the somewhat infamous Bone that eligibly drove slender away for a short time.
In any case. Second Sighting, in broad daylight in the middle of ______ _________ _______. He was just standing there in the middle of the cafeteria, with no one looking at him. You know I think that's the part I hate the most about this, he chooses when he wants to be seen, and until he's made that decision he may as well not exist, it's infuriating. Then he just walks past me, and next thing I can recall is sitting in front of my computer chatting with associates in a friendly chat room. A few questions later reveals I didn't act any differently then I would have normally (which in and itself is worrying).
Since then I haven't seen the pale prick even once, but of course paranoia won't let me stop 'feeling' that I'm being watched.
The timeframe is moving slower then expected in any case.
Anyway, before I go and tell the story of this second sighting I want to make something known to all of you who are either watching this secretly, or may run across this later. First, information is the lifeblood of humanity, with it we are armed against any threat, without it we are doomed. So if you can I would appreciate even the most token of responses. And now I seem like an attention whore on top of a mad man.
Second, I think that Slenders "powers" change slightly depending on who he is stalking. My evidence for this theory? Take a random sampling of any five slenderblogs, while the general abilities will stay the same (insanity inducing, teleportation, tentacle arms, proxies, etc.) Slender seems to exhibit certain additional strengths and or weaknesses depending on who he follows. I'll name a few examples. For a certain Runner whose name escapes me at the moment, if he is higher up then slender he can't be perceived. Meanwhile for a group of fearless workout enthusiasts they can't notice him on film, pictures, and so on. And for yet another piece of evidence, the somewhat infamous Bone that eligibly drove slender away for a short time.
In any case. Second Sighting, in broad daylight in the middle of ______ _________ _______. He was just standing there in the middle of the cafeteria, with no one looking at him. You know I think that's the part I hate the most about this, he chooses when he wants to be seen, and until he's made that decision he may as well not exist, it's infuriating. Then he just walks past me, and next thing I can recall is sitting in front of my computer chatting with associates in a friendly chat room. A few questions later reveals I didn't act any differently then I would have normally (which in and itself is worrying).
Since then I haven't seen the pale prick even once, but of course paranoia won't let me stop 'feeling' that I'm being watched.
The timeframe is moving slower then expected in any case.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Slender needs a sandwich.
I realize my posts are likely not viewed by anyone other then myself. But I feel I should at least make a token attempt to continue this blog. If only to get in the habit of doing so in case things.. go horribly awry soon.
But before I go on I should point something out. Blogging like this, about Slenderman, is essentially pointless. I could come up with the single most divine solution for dealing with Slender, and it would swiftly be discredited, ignored, or passed off as some yokel trying to act big and bad. If every slenderblog is a grain of sand, then every night we all inherit a desert.
But, a grain of sand in a desert, is still there. It can still be picked up, carried with others on some unsuspecting traveler, or even blown by the wind to a place where it will eventually be important.
With all that being said. I had a personal encounter with Slender. As you can tell I'm still alive to write this so it wasn't a violent encounter. He was just standing in the backyard of my house. We ended up having a bit of a staring contest for..god knows how long, before he laughed. Not out loud mind you, but his body language most surely looked like one does when you chuckle at a friends bad joke.
Then I blinked, and he was gone. I'll give him credit, slender is good at unnerving people. Getting under their skin. So I suppose that since I've had a meeting with Slender that I should start preparing for his minions. The hollowed, hallowed, whatever they're being called nowadays. And to that end I've already started a few ideas.
Firstly one of the original theories of what Slender was that he was a Fae, specifically one of the same breed as the ones that pop up in germanic myths. Fitting as germany was one of the first places he was spotted and Germanic Fae seem to all be a bunch of dicks in a similar fashion to slender. Now Fae do possess a weakness, Iron. Pure, undiluted Iron. The metal of industry, and humanity. As such i'm going to see what I can do about getting pure Iron nails, knife, maybe a spear with an Iron tip if I can swing it. From there I intend to construct a Multi-system Coil gun to use as a delivery system for said nails. I may very well be betting the ranch on this weakness, but if I end up ripped asunder for my assumption then at least in the after life I can say I shot slender in the face with a glorified nailgun.
As for the Minions of Slender, they are still capable of human emotions it seems, devoted and scared of their slender master. And as such I'll be preparing weapons of terror. Home made napalm, and other showy weapons. I intend to put the fear of ME into them.
...and just typing all that out makes me feel like I'm somewhere between a madman, a mad scientist, and a yokel trying to make himself look big and bad.
But before I go on I should point something out. Blogging like this, about Slenderman, is essentially pointless. I could come up with the single most divine solution for dealing with Slender, and it would swiftly be discredited, ignored, or passed off as some yokel trying to act big and bad. If every slenderblog is a grain of sand, then every night we all inherit a desert.
But, a grain of sand in a desert, is still there. It can still be picked up, carried with others on some unsuspecting traveler, or even blown by the wind to a place where it will eventually be important.
With all that being said. I had a personal encounter with Slender. As you can tell I'm still alive to write this so it wasn't a violent encounter. He was just standing in the backyard of my house. We ended up having a bit of a staring contest for..god knows how long, before he laughed. Not out loud mind you, but his body language most surely looked like one does when you chuckle at a friends bad joke.
Then I blinked, and he was gone. I'll give him credit, slender is good at unnerving people. Getting under their skin. So I suppose that since I've had a meeting with Slender that I should start preparing for his minions. The hollowed, hallowed, whatever they're being called nowadays. And to that end I've already started a few ideas.
Firstly one of the original theories of what Slender was that he was a Fae, specifically one of the same breed as the ones that pop up in germanic myths. Fitting as germany was one of the first places he was spotted and Germanic Fae seem to all be a bunch of dicks in a similar fashion to slender. Now Fae do possess a weakness, Iron. Pure, undiluted Iron. The metal of industry, and humanity. As such i'm going to see what I can do about getting pure Iron nails, knife, maybe a spear with an Iron tip if I can swing it. From there I intend to construct a Multi-system Coil gun to use as a delivery system for said nails. I may very well be betting the ranch on this weakness, but if I end up ripped asunder for my assumption then at least in the after life I can say I shot slender in the face with a glorified nailgun.
As for the Minions of Slender, they are still capable of human emotions it seems, devoted and scared of their slender master. And as such I'll be preparing weapons of terror. Home made napalm, and other showy weapons. I intend to put the fear of ME into them.
...and just typing all that out makes me feel like I'm somewhere between a madman, a mad scientist, and a yokel trying to make himself look big and bad.
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