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.