Saturday, December 31, 2011


'kay, running. Sorry to bother you, Mr. Prophet. Weren't you dead? And why are you and yours pretending to be a Slenderproxy?

Breaking the blockade

'kay, we're rushing through this territory. Highspeed, don't care about the cops so much as the proxies. We'll be fine, right?

Wish us luck.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Staying away

Apparently this is Slender Territory. It becomes rather obvious when one knows what to look for.

So I'm going to stay away from this part of town. That might be a problem later, though. I kind of need to go through there to leave town...


Gears. Anyone know what's up with that?

(sorry for the late question. Running from Puppets and all that).

Monday, December 26, 2011


We kind of left the plant behind. Everything went as we planned, luring the "Prophet" in, letting him kick some puppet ass and wearing himself out (I guess he's a knife nut).

Then, as we were getting ready to move in for the kill, this weird reality warp thing appeared next to him, and fucking GEARS came out of nowhere and crushed him to death. I caught a glimpse of some huge mechanical structure through the warp and holy crap.

I turned and ran, and Soren was right beside me. Neither of us know what that was, but it was scary as FUCK.


So, we're going to lure this so called "Prophet" to his death. We've heard of Puppet activity at this industrial site (a steel plant along I-15). We know the Prophet is here, and we know the Puppets are here, so we're going to lure the two into each other and BLAM. Yes, we're insane. Deal with it.

Of course, we might take this time to knock of a few puppets as well.

And I think I just heard him entering the site. Wish us luck.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Christmas Eve

It's Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas, everyone!

In the meantime, I'm going to avoid another celestial being if I can.

Also, a recap, since apparently one or two of my other posts haven't gone through. We were sitting fine and dandy in Salt Lake, right? It was pretty cold, so we were attempting to stay warm while tracking down one of these Puppets, to see why they were duking it out with HIM. Yes, it was a stupid idea. No, we didn't have any better ones.

Anyways, we were along there, when some guy appeared a little ways away. He was in a long coat and wore one of those old fashioned preacher's hats. For some reason, though, nobody saw him, which is somewhat scary. We were a little apprehensive. It wasn't like he was any different than the other people around, but it set off alarm bells. We turned to leave just as he pulled a revolver on us and started shooting.

Again, though, nobody heard it, which was more than a little frightening. We booked it, and he didn't hit us at all (using old revolvers FTW?). Nevertheless, we decided to play it safe and get back to the car. As we were getting in, he reappeared, holding this huge knife, and jumped forward. We accelerated and knocked him away from us. He harassed us twice more that night, yet he never bothered us in the house. Threshold, maybe?

Friday, December 23, 2011


Apparently this "Prophet" guy likes to kill stuff up close and personal? That's the only reason I can think of that he jumped on our car as we were driving away.

Whatever floats his boat, I guess. We're still alive, so...

Saturday, December 17, 2011


Had to bugger out. Things were getting way too hot in Portland. We managed to get back to SLC tonight, though it makes me think that this entire sidetrip was completely pointless.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Action Everywhere

It's like a turf war, I swear. We were barely in Portland for a day when we were attacked by a biker gang.

A freaking biker gang. I guess these are the Timberwolves that I've heard about?

We were in a shoot out with them for a few minutes, but had to run as the police arrived, and let them take care of it.

We then moved to my uncle's house, which is the reason we came here. When we arrived, we found his house trashed and vandalized. We didn't stick around.

And proxie, I'm not sure if I can do that. He doesn't read this, but at the same time he's hauled my ass out of the fire several times so far. You're saying this person can control people and dead bodies too?

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Escaped the Hospital.

Sorry for not updating, but things have been hectic.

The next day after posting that, I caught something weird on the security cameras (I have them on my iphone. Shush). This person, a woman who looked to be in her twenties, entered the hallway on the fifth floor (where we were). She moved oddly disjointedly, like she didn’t have complete control over her limbs.

And she was heading right for us.

As she entered the room, I had a pistol out and pointed at her, but she just regarded it like it was immaterial, and proceeded to Soren’s bedside.

Then she spoke.

It was weird. She looked like she was lipsyncing, but the voice was clearly proceeding from her mouth. I transcribed the following:

“Greetings, little Contenders. The Mistress has noticed you to be a thorn in the Angel’s side. We’ve decided to let you live, for now. You are a wonderful distraction.”

How one can be a thorn in HIS side, I have no idea.

“And we’ve decided to help you on your way, so you can continue to distract.”

After that, she held out a hand. A string arced from her hand into Soren, and his cells seemed to multiply on command, sealing the wound completely.

She then said, “You have five minutes to leave the building before HE arrives. Have a nice night.”

She then turned and strode out.

I mean, what the hell? That was some of the weirdest dialogue I’ve ever heard. What with the artificial voice and unsynchronized mouth…

Anyways, we left. Soren was alright and had fresh energy.  As we left, we heard gunfire and shouting at a building just south of the hospital. Luckily, we got away before then. Now, we’re in Portland. Hopefully HIS presence is slightly less out here.

Thursday, December 8, 2011


He was wrong. HE can appear, even if you’re watching. HE just chooses not to. Sometimes.

We were getting ready to make a break for it, when HE appeared in the middle of the room. WWI gas mask, it looked like, a black hoodie, jeans…

… and a shotgun. A black one, 20 gauge, I think.

Which he proceeded to unload into Soren. He jumped out of the way partly, but was hit in the shoulder. I jumped at HIM and slashed him across the chest with my balisong. It didn’t work. He just clubbed me with the butt of the shotgun, then walked out. Luckily, it alerted the neighbors, who arrived to find us both gone. I think I screamed something about a robbery. They took us to the hospital.

Which makes me scared. This is what I saw on the way in:

We can’t afford to keep going like this. There’s only so much one can take before they have to give up. Before they have to quit. Before all is lost, and the comp blue screens.

I think we’re close to that time…

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Tuesday, December 6, 2011


Well, we've been stuck inside the last few days. We got back to the place where we're staying, then we sort of got stuck by having a sniper shoot through the window. It was a silenced rifle, and while it wasn't completely silent as Hollywood would have you believe, it took awhile for people to notice.

Not to mention we were on the fourth floor, so it's not like anyone saw the bullet hole. We can't exactly call the police, what with the slenderproxy policeman we saw, and we can't go outside either, yet. We're going to make a break for it in a day or so, probably. Can't say for sure, as I don't know who's reading this.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Promised Update

Right, full update time. Soren and I reached Salt Lake a few days ago, and we’ve been somewhat busy. We were out scouting for some info. Apparently, a few days ago, a planter outside of the Salt Lake Temple had been tagged with the Twin Triangles, with the phrase: “embrace the archangel” written underneath. While this wasn’t exactly all that helpful, it meant that HE was in town, and either he wasn’t focused on us at all, or he was sending a message.

Could be both.

Anyways, we went through a parking garage for a shortcut.



Anyways, we were walking along and then BAM some guy with a shotgun was in front of us. He was like: “Don’t move, and follow me.”

So we did.

I mean, guy with a shotgun. Watcha gonna do?

We were walking along, then the guy (who was probably on drugs or something) stopped to stare out the window for a moment. It was all the opening I needed. I flipped out my balisong and had it around his neck in a moment.

Damn, I’m good.

I put on my best hard voice and told him to drop the shotgun. He responded by trying to elbow me, which had the unfortunate effect of jerking my hand and severing an artery.

That doesn’t count, he jerked my hand, ‘kay?

So he kinda collapsed in a welter of blood, and I thought, “Hmm, dead guy sitting here. I should probably run.” So we did. Luckily, both of us were wearing black, and it was raining outside, so we didn’t really stand out.

We didn’t get too far before spotting another wacko. Luckily, he didn’t see us, so we kind of scooted around him. Then we were ambushed by another one of them. Jumped out of nowhere with a freaking machete that was like the size of Finland and took a slash at us. We sort of backed up, then a bystander yanked a pistol out and shot the guy.

Thank God for concealed carry permits.

Soren then played the tough guy and went right up to the downed cultist guy and started asking him all sorts of questions. Eventually, we discovered that they had a few cells spread throughout the city, and all of them keep watch for people running from HIM. Which will probably be problematic sometime.

We then started back to where we were staying, then Soren got hit in the arm by a fairly low caliber bullet. Sniper on the roof was gunning for us. We had to run, but managed to escape without further incident. Cops nabbed the guy too, apparently. Now, though, we had to visit a doctor I knew that could do stuff off the record, so Soren will be okay.

Stay safe, everyone.

Saturday, November 26, 2011


Arrived in Salt Lake two days ago, but I've been somewhat too busy to post. I'll do a full update later.

Just know, for now, that the cults are real as hell. They are also batshit insane and incredibly zealous, oviously.

Monday, November 21, 2011


Finally got a First Gear in TWEWY!

What? Don't look at me that way. I can do something entertaining every once in awhile, right?

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Switch car

Apparently the Slenderproxies have contacts in the police. As we left the park, we got pulled over immediately, then the guy tried to arrest us. Soren noticed a mark on his arm, though, and knocked him out. We’ll need to switch cars, now.

I think they’re just doing it to screw with us. Nobody who’s serious about that would tattoo the fucking Operator symbol on their arm if they wanted to remain inconspicuous.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011


We made it down into the canyon today. Took long enough.

Anyways, we couldn’t go too far inside, so we met at the visitors’ center. It was kind of a big building, with a lot of kids running around everywhere. School trip, I guess? I asked Soren who we were waiting for, but he just said to keep a look out.


We waited for about 15 minutes, and out of the corner of my eye I spotted what appeared to be a fellow in a plague doctor getup. I don’t know who that is (knowing my luck, the fear of disease. I need to do more research), but he looked somewhat suspect. I’m keeping an eye on him.

I was then distracted by our contact, a native American guy wearing a flannel shirt and work boots, with feathers in his hair and a beaded necklace.

Not really, though that would’ve been hilarious.

No, it was a shortish lady with glasses and a longish woolen grey coat. It wasn’t really cold enough to warrant it, but it wasn’t exactly warm either (it gets surprisingly cold down here).

And she was Russian. Did I mention that?

She told us that she had been hounded by HIM for awhile as well, but she’d managed to escape from HIM after a lengthy trip from Moscow to Portland and eventually ending up here. One thing she mentioned were organizations that worship HIM, dubbed “cults” (how original). Apparently these groups are somewhat secretive, usually small, and don’t have too much firepower at one time, but they make up for that with pure zealotry.

Anyways, the whole time that she was talking, she was glancing around nervously, and she went white (well, more so than usual) when she noticed the plague guy. After that, she finished up and left, quickly.

We noticed her reaction and left as well. Things are getting dangerous.

Stay  safe, everyone.

Friday, November 11, 2011


On the move again, kind of. We left the hospital, though I still can't walk (hurts like hell), so we're taking it easy. I'm just glad to be out of the hospital though. I felt way too vulnerable there.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011


Fucking HIM. I knew that when HE vanished for awhile that there would be problems, but I forgot.

Well, HE fixed that notion right up.

We were on our way to St. George, where we were going to make a pit stop before continuing to Zion's Canyon, when, out of the blue, the windshield fractures and I'm hit in the gut by a fucking bullet. I don't remember too much, besides pulling the car over into a shoulder so we weren't hit and killed, and seeing HIM in his fucking hoodie and mask wave at us and just turn and walk the fuck away.


Anyways, we called 911 and got an ambulance out here after about thirty minutes. Most of it was a blur of pain and shock and then I passed out, I guess, because the next thing I know I'm in a hospital room.

I was understandably freaked out, seeing as how right now I'm somewhat crippled and stationary. Nothing stopping HIM from just popping in here and finishing me off.

Then Soren mentioned that HE can't appear in a room with somebody watching (apparently sleeping counts too, because of unconscious hearing or something like that), and he has a pistol to deal with any humans that might bug us.

So, I think I'm going to sleep now. Pain pills are making me drowsy and I'd have to shoot myself if I let my grammar and spelling devolve too far.

Stay safe, everyone.

Monday, November 7, 2011


So, we're on our way to Zion's National Park. Apparently something or someone is there, though Soren's being somewhat tight lipped about it.

We managed to escape Provo without too much trouble, though there was a horrible second when somebody dropped onto the roof as we passed under a bridge. Luckily, though, s/he didn't grab hold quick enough, and we gunned the gas, causing our visitor to slide backwards and off of the car.

So sad. But that's what you get when you work for the Stranger, right?

Thursday, November 3, 2011

An Interesting Few Days

It’s been an interesting last few days.

HE has vanished completely. I haven’t seen him since that night where he got my arm. However, slenderproxies have taken his place, which is arguably worse. While I got one of them good, I’ve been on the run since. I’m just not awesome enough to take on many people at the same time, or even one at a time. Which is why I tend to ambush them. Fair fights are too easy to lose.

But anyways, I mentioned that I was in the park, correct? Funny story about that. I was looking around the web, doing some research on this stuff, when I found somebody who lived around here that was in the same boat as me. He goes by the name of Soren, and he agreed to meet me in the park that night and explain what the hell this all was.

Well, we were in a dark section of trees, keeping our voices low, just in case. HE has a habit of turning up where HE’s least wanted, but luckily he didn’t appear.

Unluckily, a Slenderjunkie did. Short guy, shaved, somewhat buff. He was just striding up the pathway, though he was kinda obvious, seeing as how he had a big fucking Operator Symbol tattooed on his arm. Seriously, what the hell are those? I thought they were supposed to keep the Stranger away or something like that, but all these guys I’ve seen have them drawn everywhere.

(and now a switch to crappily written first person novel form, because I want to let out my inner writer. The following is a somewhat dramatized version [possibly] of what happened, although that was a few days ago. Recalled to the best of my ability)


“So,” I asked, rubbing my chin as I digested what he had just said. “HE is the afterlife?”

“Yeah,” Soren replied, glancing about uneasily. About 6’1”, with silver hair, he seemed to be about a year older than me, though from what he’s said, he’s been running for longer. He also seemed to be anxious in open spaces like this. He hasn’t said why, yet.  “Or, at least, that’s what Steward claimed. He’s a crazy bastard, though. I’m not sure if I’d believe everything he said.”

This Steward, he worked for the Stranger, then? Perhaps he was spreading propaganda against HIM, to get more people to join the Stranger’s side,” I mused. “He seemed to be a, what did you call them… Agent?”

Soren nodded. “That’s what it seemed like,” he confirmed. “Though it’s possible that he only thought he was sane, that gets into mindscrew territory, so we’ll avoid that, for now.”

I was about to ask something else, though what it was, I don’t remember, when I saw somebody walking along the pathway. Instinctively, I drew against the tree next to me, attempting to blend in with its profile. 

It was a short man, shorter than me (I’m about 5’8”), with a bald head and wearing a sleeveless shirt. He was just walking, a little faster than most people walk. He was doing nothing suspicious, but even so...

Something’s off about him… I thought, inspecting him through the glare of the lamps set along the pathway.

Soren caught my attention with a gesture. “He’s marked,” he breathed. “A proxy. Slender." His eyes started darting about, searching for an escape route.

I gritted my teeth. Of course, a Slenderproxy. Who else would show up here, in this curiously empty park? Nobody friendly, of course.

“Just stay quiet and let him go by,” Soren whispered, and then heeded his own advice. I followed as well, quieting my breathing and staying as still as possible. It seemed to have worked, as the man passed us by without looking, and continued along the pathway.

I stayed still a few moments longer, hardly daring to hope that he had passed us by, when, of course, he stopped, glancing back. He turned all the way and started towards us, a frown written on his features.

“Just stay calm, he might not have seen us,” Soren whispered, his voice masked by the rustling of the leaves, which were being gently blown along by a gust of wind.

Maybe he hasn’t seen us… I thought warily. Though for some reason, I think he'll find us, because screw the universe being fair, right? The man, true to form, inspected our stand of trees for a moment.And then his eyes fixed on something. With horror, I realized that it was Soren’s hair. The man’s eyes narrowed and his hand darted for his jacket pocket. Soren’s eyes widened in horror, but luckily for him, I was faster. I lifted the shotgun I had borrowed, aimed, and fired.

No headshots for me, those are just a stupid myth spread by video games. The shot took the man in the chest and blew him backwards, laying him out on the sidewalk in a spray of red fluid.

“Oh shit I just shot him oh holy fuck.” I was babbling, of course. I JUST FUCKING SHOT A DUDE.

Soren, luckily, had a clearer head. “Damnation,” he cursed. “That won’t go unnoticed.” He flicked the safety on the shotgun to the on position, then grabbed me by the arm and started running. I followed as best I could, though I was still somewhat in shock because HOLY SHIT THAT GUY WAS DEAD.

We moved to section of fence and climbed over, leaving us in a darkened yard. The house was empty, luckily for us.

“It’s a quick run from here to my car,” Soren said. “If we can get to it, we can get out of here before the police arrive.”

“But what if more of them show up?” I asked shakily, having finally driven down my shock to a mere buzz.

“Shoot them,” Soren replied, already jogging north. I quickly followed, which meant I had to hop two fences, and once climb a tree to avoid a couple people below us.

Eventually, though, we made it to his car and left as quick as we could.


And right now we’re in an apartment at BYU, though apparently the Stranger knows about where we are, or something of the sort. We’re getting ready to move, now. I’ll update later events in another post.

Stay safe, everyone.

Monday, October 31, 2011


Ah, the magical night where children dress up and proxies come out to play. It's been one long game of cat and mouse, but I think I'm winning.

This mouse has teeth.

Oh, and candy, of course. Who could forget that?

Sunday, October 30, 2011

A Further Explanation

So, you know how I said that I had a friend who had a shotgun, and that shotguns work on proxies? Well, he wasn't exactly keen to give it to me, in all honesty. I asked him if I could borrow it.

He said no.

Well, we couldn't have that. So I sneaked into his house through a basement window, and borrowed the shotgun and a bunch of shells. I still have my balisong, which is nice for when I need to be silent.


Who am I kidding? I can't do shit like this. The only reason I got that proxy was because he was walking through the dark park at night, alone, and walked past my tree. I'm not going to disclose why I was in the park, yet, anyways. But yeah, he walked around the corner and SHOTGUN TO THE FACE.

So that was a confidence booster, but I think if I get caught unprepared...

Well, it wouldn't be pretty.

Friday, October 28, 2011


Sitting in a church again, and I have been for the past two days. I've been a little too busy to post here, but that's how things go.

He appeared as I was trying to get to the actual church, so I stabbed him with my knife. It didn't do much, and ended up tripping me. He then slashed me with his knife.

Needless to say, that did somewhat more damage. As in, I have a huge fucking gash up my left arm (at least I'm right handed). He was then hit from behind by a car.

The car had the Operator symbol spraypainted on each door and the hood.

What have I gotten into?

Wednesday, October 26, 2011


It's gone. I have no idea where or why, but I haven't seen it at all today. What's up with that?

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

WTB a way to kill it

It was right there as I left my house today. So I hit it with my car. There was this nasty crunching noise as it fell over and was crushed by my tires.

Then it was there when I came back today. So I hit it again. Same thing.

I'm inside now, with a knife. Though I doubt that'll do anything. It does make me feel better, though.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Safe, for the moment

Nothing has happened to me yet, surprisingly. I thought for sure that thing would be up on my ass the moment I left the church, but for some reason I was able to leave with no problems.

For those that don't get what's going on, I go to bed, and something opens my laptop and posts on my blog, always in lower case, and always in that fucking gas mask.

So last time I posted (before the church), I took my laptop to bed and put it under my pillow.

And somehow that thing still posted to my blog and took pictures of itself with my webcam. The scary thing? The times that the posts were published, I had my laptop sitting on the table next to me, turned off, with the internet router turned off as well. How it's getting those pictures onto my computer, hell, how it has my account in the first place, I don't know.

But I'm scared.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sitting in a church right now, posting this.

Demons can't come in churches, right?

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Friday, October 21, 2011

So I was out looking for stuff for my costume for Halloween (yeah yeah, I'm running a party so I have to dress up). I went into a store and asked if they had a gas mask.

They said no.

And then a guy walked past wearing one. I asked them where he got that mask, and they looked at me funny.

So I left.


Tuesday, October 18, 2011


Playing at a concert tonight (french horn). We're playing the the prologue from the West Side Story, among other things. Such a fun song!

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Feeling better

I'm doing a bit better. Therapist said that it was all a result of stress. Hopefully, this is true. Nothing else weird has happened, so...

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Ohmygod I haven't slept in like three days. I thought I heard whispering all that night, but my mp3 player was on the table next to me, not in my bed, so I couldn't block it out. I didn't dare reach a hand out to grab it. I woke up the next morning to find my wallet sitting on my chest.

What's going on? Why is all this weird stuff happening? I keep a knife by my bed now, just in case. I haven't dare use it though. I haven't dared look. I just put on headphones and pretend nothing's happening for 8 hours. It doesn't work.

Dear Lord in Heaven, save me.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011


find your wallet, alex?


So, I mentioned that I was sick on Friday, right? Turns out that my math teacher announced a test, to be done on Thursday. I just found out today. /wrists

And of course I lost my wallet. /sigh

At least there's nothing more from those weirdos.

Sunday, October 9, 2011


Sunday is Sunday. What more do you want?

Well, 'kay. It's boring, but I just went up in the mountains and looked at all the trees turning red. It was beautiful.

Saturday, October 8, 2011


What the hell? I log in to say how boring work can be (very, btw), and there's already a post? Where'd they get that picture anyways?


embrace the archangel

Friday, October 7, 2011


So, I was going to come on here and talk about how being sick sucks, and having a headache while sicks sucks even more because I can't listen to music.

Then, on my way home from school (left early, wasn't feeling all that good), I found this on my dashboard.

I saw it from kind of far away, so the first thing I thought was: "Goddammit, not another ticket." (I'd already gotten one for not having a parking pass for the school, despite that blue thing you see on the rearview mirror being a parking pass.)

Then I got closer.

What the hell? Is somebody bored and just messing with me, or what?

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Well, kind of pushed a friend away today, though I didn't mean to. I hope we can make up though, because I hate people being mad at me.

On a separate note, though, my last set of headphones broke, so I broke down and bought an expensive pair this time. They're really nice for noise cancellation, and have crazy base. This means I don't have to listen to people when they're talking to me, right? Antisocialism, ho!

Monday, October 3, 2011


I thought I wouldn't have to post anything for the next few days, because I'm a boring person.

Then, during my last period today (happened to be chemistry), the teacher's smartboard was hacked. I grabbed some pictures, as I was texting someone at the time (shush).

Anyone know what the hell this "archangel" thing is?

Sunday, October 2, 2011

New blog!

Hey everyone!

I spend some time around internet forums and the like, but to spice up life, I figured: "Why not make a blog?"

Now you might have some questions, such as: "Why this blog name? And what the hell is with your username?" To be honest, the answer for both of these is: Rule of Cool (though my real name is Alex, so you don't have to call me ParadoxicalMachinations the whole time). Yes, I'm a lurker at TvTropes, though I've been meaning to create an account for some time. I just never get around to it.

So, if anyone wants to read about my boring life, this is the place to go!