Saturday, December 31, 2011

Retreating

'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...

So...

Gears. Anyone know what's up with that?

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

Monday, December 26, 2011

Running

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.

IT'S A TRAP

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

Well

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

Retreat

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

Wrong


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

Boring

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.