Why has no one responded to ME?!

I cannot believe it! I cannot even deign to conceive of it! Why is everyone fucking ignoring me?!

My messages? No response. My telephone calls? No response. These wretched blog posts? NO FUCKING RESPONSE!

Ever since that.. thing attacked us over a month ago I've barely managed a moment of beauty rest. The only correspondence I have are these incoherent blog posts that read like the blithering of madmen. Which, to be fair, is indeed the case (Not you of course, dear sister).

Without my powers I've been... It has been difficult. My Dear Sister, Kneesocks... I post on your blogs but you do not respond. You haven't noticed any of mine..... Its just


I SEE YOU

 I see you all too :3

Candyland

I'm in Candyland,
Sugar and Sweets,
The tartness of my very soul
is on display.
Bubble gum gags,
Licorice whips, binds,
gropes and crawls.
Candy canes stab.
I'm melting,
Like chocolate,
I'm melting,
In the heat
of an unforgiving sun.
Don't try to find me.
I Belong here.
This is what I wanted.
This is what I deserve.
I'm in candy land.

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&**^&*** So you like BSG, huh?

Kneesocks: Uhh... Why the fuck would I watch a show by mortals?

Brief: Well...umm...&767&&& there's a diecast Cylon model I found under the seat... And a crumpled up picture of Grace Park...

Kneesocks:....Thats..that's personal....uhh...how dare you through my possesions?

Brief: I didn't, it was just-

Kneesocks: Did  say you could?

Brief; ...No.

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*&&8 Yeah I liked frakking Battlestar Galactica... ugggh, Scanty wouldn't stop giving me shit about it; like the Hpop she listens to is any better.

Brief: So wait, you're into Sci-Fi stuff too-

Kneesocks: I'd rather not go into it... this is all such bullshit, I shouldn't be having to put up with your inane dribble anyways.

Brief: We near Daten yet?

Kneesocks: I told you, it'd be at least another day, I'm not at all convinced this'll work.

Brief: Well, if we find you%^%%%^^

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For The Love Of Fuck....

I swear to God this better go through or I'll ram this blackberry up Geek Boy's asshole the next time I see him.

For like the... 12th time,I'm trying to get this fucking message out. I'm in Bratislawhatever, some stupid European shitstain with no sex shops and all the men are so ancient I'm afraid their cocks would snap off in my cunt if I tried to fuck'em.

Ugggh, and don't bother asking why I'm here, I don't fucking know. A week erumshit ago I feel asleep in a motel  with Stockers then *BOOM*. Former Soviet Bloc nation! Internet connectivity is dick out here so if this doesn't get through AGAIN I swear I'll break off an icicle and gauge some fucker's eyes out. Yeah, thats another, its cold as fuck out here still. Oh, why I wouldn't give to have some fresh meat inside me. :/

You're probably as confused as hell over this but fuck you, I'm too pissed off to give a shit. Geek Boy, you get this? Your fucking number's been dead for over a week. This is all your fault, you know that right? Stupid fucking slenderfag......


-Panty

Well, I Found Someone...

Kneesocks: Just wasn't

Brief: Hey everyone, I'm

Kneesocks: Sorry; that dweeb grabbed my Droid. I told him I would dictate, lest his dirty mortal scuff it.

Brief: But... these are my

Kneesocks: Just because I don't have my scythes doesn't mean I can't kill you in other ways, mortal.

Brief:..k...kay...

Kneesocks: Good, as I was saying, I was pinged by this dumbass

Brief: Yo

Kneesocks:.......thank you; apparently he's in the same situation as me. We're... God knows where, outside of Daten at least. In some low rent motel. Ugggh

Brief: You were going to

Kneesocks: I know what I fucking want to say, filthy human. Uggggh, I can't fucking believe this is happening to me, ME, and my sister.... We went to the church, my Sister was in charge. Heh, you mortals think us Demons can't enter your pathetic places of worship; that hole in the wall barely qualifies as anything 'holy'.

Brief: Just get it over with, I...

Kneesocks: Christ, you are fucking annoying... So yeah, we scared the living daylights out of the dweeb, that's for sure. But we wanted to face down those angels, get something to happen. I was looking forward to reaming the blade of my Scythe up that sugary goth brat's asshole, but something came

Brief: There's a knock on the door

Kneesocks: Well, I don't know, got get it I guess. Now something came before those idiot angels did. A bank of fog or something blanketed everything; we waited eagerly with our weapons for them to appear. I saw her in the mist, I thought she was that goth bitch first but yeah got to go. NOW. Probably be several more days, I dunno. BYE

-Kneesocks

I Don't Know Why I'm Doing This, But..

Okay, mortals. I'll keep this short and simple for you. Normally I wouldn't even consider trying to explain such a complex matter to you, but... yeah, I'm kind of out of options at the moment.

Before we vacated the motel, that geek boy forced a slip of paper into me and my sister's hands. I lost track of her, though, and I'm worried... uggggh, what the hell am I even telling you for. I'm by myself now, and I believe I am secure but... this is so fucking stupid, I shouldn't be feeling like this.

So this all began a few weeks ago. Our (possibly former?) Lord suddenly grew distant (well, MORE distant); He did not summon us for updates or place new quotas on Ghost production. All the same for us; those angels and you mortals who pathetically cling to them are so delightful to torment. However... we began to encounter technical difficulties.

It was the soul of a Sanitation Worker who was crushed by his dump truck's compacter. Dredging his soul up and converting it into a Ghost was child's play for the likes of us, but... something went wrong. As soon as it manifested, it began to... evaporate, its hard to adequately describe. Within a minute it was reduced to nothing but vapors that were blown away by the wind.

Mind you at no point did we consider our technique to be deficient, it was most likely a weak, too easily purified soul, we thought. So we chose a more wretched soul next, a teacher that choked to death on the cock of the underage student that was deepthroating her. We were dismayed and alarmed, however, to find that the same result as before occurred. We then went through several other Ghost candidates, but none would produce for us a proper Ghost.

I was getting worried, and I told my sister that we should report this to Lord Corset. Scanty was.... adamant that we not. She said several disrespectful things about him, which... I myself did not disagree with. With our ghost creation abilities nullified for the time being and too frankly... unmotivated to face those disgusting angels ourselves, I and Scanty had some... time to ourselves...

That lasted to about a week ago, when we had just finished... having time to ourselves, It had dawned on us we hadn't heard a peep from Lord Corset in over a week. My sister was not particularly interested in discovering what had happened, but with a bit of cajoling I got her to come with me to his chambers. After raping on the door and waiting for several minutes, Scanty took the initiative by blasting the door off its hinges with her revolvers.

The room was...  Empty, completely empty. Nothing was out of place, no signs of struggle. He just wasn't there.  We the checked the tower top to bottom, but there was no sign of him. We had no idea how long he'd been gone for. That's when my sister decided we needed to be proactive.....

Look, humans, my eyes are beginning to glaze over from this monitor glare and.... damnit I shouldn't feel this weak but something's watching me. I just know. I'll try to fill you in more, Lucifer knows why, tomorrow, after I've moved to a different location. But... I just need to sleep, I haven't had nearly enough sleep.

-Kneesocks

Well, Shit Most Certainly Went Down

Brief: Okay, back, for real this time. I

Panty: Move it, Geek Boy. If anyone should tell this bullshit, its me. You'd probably fuck it up with that your nerd faggotry.

Stocking: Like you have anything useful to say. Everything that comes out of your mouth is either bitching or spitting up semen.

Panty: Oh, like you're some chaste princess, huh bitch? You're every bit a slut as I am?

Scanty: Would you two obnoxious angels shut the fuck up and... wait why are we even telling THESE people again?

Panty: Well, Geek boy here thought they'd... wait a minute, why the fuck did I listen to you again?

Brief: I need to get this out to my followers, they NEED to know whats going on.

Kneesocks: Wait, is that simpering blockhead recording all our words?

Breif: I'm trying to be comprehensive they need to

Stocking: You hear that?

Panty: What?

Stocking: I hear it, the sound from befo

Scanty: I thought you said this place was secure!

Panty: I thought it was, I know this motel like the back of my hand!

Man: ...Uhh..uhh hey, blonde chick, thanks for the night and all but

Panty: Shit! It is it we gotta

Kneesocks: WHAT IN SATAN'S GLORIOUS NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!

Brief: It's like before we








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Still Alive

Wow.


..wooooo Yeah, I'm back. That was.... quite something. I'll post more details tomorrow, but I'm still alive. Man.... I'm ok... but....gonna take a while.

Garter's Gone

No, not dead or disappeared or anything but.... he up and suddenly left.

Don't ask me why or where he went, I haven't goddamn clue. Early this evening, when I was chatting to a mutual friend about the reconstruction efforts at DCHS, Garter stormed into the antechamber, dressed not in his cloak and frock but a leather jacket and motorbike helmet. When I asked him what was going on he said he had 'business to attend to' and quickly left before I could another word in edgewise.

So as you can guess we're all understandably dumbfounded (Well, I am; the angels more or less simply shrugged) by this. I don't have any lead on what's up. Its just... ugggh, yet another thing to contend with. I WANT to go down to the school but I'm sti

Miss Scanty: Oh what dreadful droning, is it not Miss Kneesocks?

Miss Kneesocks: Puerile dribble from an infantile mind, Dear Sister.

Miss S: Oh it is so rewarding to see those pathetic mortals run off, fearful for their worthless lives. Hmhmhm! But now where are they now?

Miss K: It would be most logical to assume their out on the town, sating their most base of desires.

Miss S: Yes... that is most certainly the Modus Operandi of creatures so despicable as angels.

Miss K: And the boy? The fool is probably still cowering in vain in the other room.

Miss S: Ehh, leave him for now. He is not worth our time.

Miss K: Yes, Miss Scanty; forgive my brashness in going after a mere mortal.

Miss S: And as for YOU, Angels of the gutter, if you see this, we're waiting for you in the church. You asked for a challenge, but I'm afraid we are much more than you are capable of handling. So until we next met...

Miss S&K: We bid you Adieu!

-Scanty and Kneesocks

New Update

Okay, been pretty busy lately working on a few things you'll be hearing soon, so I'll just break it down into bullet form:

• The move in went 'well', at least for as well as I could honestly have hoped for. The Anarchy sisters have been as accommodating as usual, but as long as I don't enter their annexes I should be in the clear. Sleeping is problematic though; the couch itself is comfy but their 'dog', Chuck, has tendency to come out in the middle of the night and hump it for hours on end. At this point I kinda just have to roll with it.
• No Slendy or demon-girl... well, having actual known some personally I don't know if demon-girl really fits but *shrug*. Not even in my dreams. Weather's still shit as ever and my unease doesn't go away.That presence that I reported like almost a month ago on that excursion I feel  off and on outside of the Church. I try to keep those circumstances to a bare minimum.
• I actually tried calling my other paranormal friends recently to see if they'd heard from Stan or anything (Yeah yeah, I should've done this earlier..). And, ummm, apparently they're gone too, none of them picked up. I'd go to their house to check up on them, but.... yeah no.
• As for the sisters themselves, Panty seems to be growing increasingly antsy as of late. I can't really corroberate this because like I said, I don't go out often now, but apparently the Daten clubbing scene is completely dead. She was reduced to giving a BJ to some dude in a back alley, and even that was a few days ago. Combined with no Ghosts to fight, She's been feeling real cooped up. I'm starting to get worried about her; she's starting to walk around the cathedral listlessly like a dog trapped in a cage. It's really sad, in my opinion. :/
• Stocking on the other hand has been taking things really well. Since she's sitting on a backlog of Heavens from all the Ghosts she's defeated, she's been spending her time summoning up sweets from Ex Nihilo  (A 'mail' order catalog angels use) to chowdown on without even leaving the church. Her reserve is beginning to run out though, which is lead her to start bitching about how since the currency is, in the most literal sense, is fiat, why they even bother instituting a currency at all. I told her that for things to have meaning they must have a 'price' to them... an answer she was not very receptive to.
• As for me, I've been working on a lead. I backtraced the original message I got, and it appears it DID come from the ruins of DCHS. I'll have to head back there soon to see what happened... when I work up the nerve to I mean.

Getting out of here

Okay, haven't posted in a couple days and I probably wont for a few more. Been setting my ducks in a row to move out. Kinda doing it without my old man's permission but its not like he ever notices when I'm around anyways.

As you can the tenseness has gone down somewhat but I'm still not comfortable in my house anymore. When I brush my teeth I'm always seeing shadows in the reflection of the doorway, and I always feel like there's something out watching me in the front garden when I go out.

Well, I'm done. Hopefully this'll all blow over, I guess. I mean... yeah I'm not gonna tempt fate here. I'll get back to you all if anything comes up.

Oh shit...Oh shit

K... back.... yeah, I wanna get this out as quick as possible because I really don't know what the fuck is going but... CHrist hrisr christ, okay... just woke up after spending the night in the closet. I... really don't know exactly what happened but FUCK.... something did and now I KNOW some shit's going down. Jesus fucking Christ.....

Ok okay, I'll try to say what hppened but shit it was... wow... I honestly don't feel safe here atm and I on't wanna tell my dad cause he'll think I'm losing my mind and....

yeah... i'll start from the beginning, i'm just afraid it isn't gone.

I was working on the post when suddenly something  out of nowhere smashed through the balcony glass door (and btw I live on the top floor of a four story mansion so i have no fucking clue how that happened). I jerked around to see what the fuck was going on when the... thing just lunged at me. I barely scampered out of the way as it lept on to the desk bashing around my key board around. As I crawled backwards I could make it out, small humanoid in a tattered white gown like the one from the dream. Hell she probably was that thing girl from the other dream. She turn to me, her black.. I don't even know if they were eyes or nothing at all but they stared at me. She opened her jaw to reveal ragged, decaying teeth. its hands which gripped my desk chair ended in talons or maybe just sharp nails idk.

So it opened it jaws and releaseded this moan and jesus christ I scampered into the closest to hide like I was fucking 5 year old. I slammed the door shut behind me putting me in darkness but I could soon her scratching at the door and this low, droning moan she kept on the entire time.

Yeah when terrifying things happen I don't know how much time passed but when did she suddenly stopped. after a couple minute I geuss I was brave (yeah, brave haha) enough to open the door to peak through. 'She' was open on my bed on her hands and knees, directly glaring at me. I could not tear my eyes away from her... idk why but I was both terrified and curious... just don't ask me why. She tilted her head like a curious dog; I had no idea what to make of her but I just felt I just couldn't turn away.

Suddenly she broke eye contact and looked up at apparenly something behind me. My body went fucking rigid cause... I felt... something. I could barely pull my head and gaze up before I felt something.... slither i geuss over my hair. Thats when I blacked out, I think.

I woke up a few hours ago but I didn't dare leave the 'safety' of the closet for over two hours. When I came out I found the room immaculate; no shattered glass or anything. The only evidence something happened is that Post on my blog, which... I really don't want to speculate, this is all too fucking much.

If you're wondering what my second dream was, don't fucking bother. I've completely forgotten. I feel like I'm losing my mind here, no way in hell I can tell my dad about this. Not much about my life is rational to begin with but this is beyond the pale. And... I don't think its gone, what ever it or they are. I'm eyeing my closet right now, thinking one of those blazers is just gonna spontaneously come to life.

I need to spend some time away from here, like now. I dunno what I'll do but just... something. I'm gonna have to do something about this.

-Brief

New Dreams

Yeah... Said I'd post something tonight, so I will. Been distracted and, well, more good news folk! I'm remembering my dreams again!

God.... Just crawled out of a bed a few hours ago, and I'll probably be back soon. Not much sleep, just restless and all. Headache still isn't going away and I think I'm running a low fever. Beds and sheet drenched in sweat. Uck.... Got an A- on that Theo Exam at least but I could've done better on it. I KNEW that the Council of Trent was too chickenshit to address the relationship between Sacred Scripture and Sacred Tradition beyond it being non-hierarchal and that Vatican II had to clean it up their mess, but I didn't put it down. *Sigh*

But yeah I've remembered a few dreams... weird ones.. though what really qualifies as 'weird' anymore for me is pretty arbitrary at this point. The first one I remember we were like at the train station from the Harry Potter series (and yes, I've read the books and seen the movies). I was on the platform next to the railway. Panty and Stocking were there next to me, though whenever Stocking was in the corner of my eye she would momentarily turn into one of the Demon Sisters (Kneesocks, I think), though I didn't notice it at the time. Panty was talking about something, but she'd randomly rewind and say words backwards. It was like a word salad of gibberish. Stocking/Kneesocks didn't say a word. There was a crowd mulling around behind us, probably walking around in circles for all I know.

After a good amount of time passed I asked Panty why exactly we were there. She responded, to the best I can remember  "awaiting are us we the a man to come," to which I assumed she meant Garter at the time, which seemed perfectly reasonable in the moment. Then she started, in her halting, David Lynchian manner whether Zeon's warcrimes in the One Year War of UC Gundam could be pragmatically justified. This is when it began to dawn on me that this might all be a dream.

Soon a train arrived at the platform and out poured a troop of clowns, lead by The Joker and Kefka from Final Fantasy VI. They were all carrying assault weaponry, some dual wielding. Kefka called to crowd and said that his travelling act would be putting on an interactive performance, to which the ad hoc audience applauded. Just as I turned around at the sound of the clapping the troop opened up on the crowd, which was over 100 people large. The audience cheered as their bodies were torn to pits, beheaded torsos still clapping, heads laughing as they flew through the air, as row after row of the jubilant audience was turned to gibs and red mist.

For some reason none of this concerned me until I saw Him again, standing between the tattered remains of a former family of five. Dozens of bullets 'hit' him, but not really. They passed through him like they were nothing, disappearing as it entered his featureless 'face' and reappearing as it exited the other side; his suit was immaculate as always. As the crowd whittled down, he turned towards me, 'staring' at me like his 'face' was one giant eye. I stood their quivering for what felt like minutes when suddenly from behind a scythe came into my field of view and came slashing down on my neck, causing me to bolt awake. Kneesocks apparently did me in :/

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Tee hee....

*Sigh* I'm back

Kinda beat, but I'm okay. Still haven't heard from Stan, and... I don't think I will any time. I really don't know, I've got pounding headache, and I don't really feel well, but I got around to resetting my password, so there's that.

Ace'd a test ( I think) today; an exam for Teachings of the Catholic Church. (Yeah yeah, the irony does not escape me) Did WAAAY less studying than I should have, but managed to come away with... I think was a good exam. You never know until you get the grade.

I wish I had more to say, and if I felt better I probably would, but I'm feeling like shit. No dreams, phone calls or that BS, but... I dunno. Feeling out of it. Panty, pleeease, don't be antagonistic, okay?

OOH SCARY SLENDER MAN OOH

OOOOH YES I'M THE SLENDER MAN AND I'VE STOLEN YOUR BLOG GEEK BOY OOOOOOH....


I'M GONNA GET YOU GEEK BOY I'M BEHIND YOU RIGHT NOW AND I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU GEEK BOY

THATS RIGHT WITH MY FUCKING OCTOPUS ARMS I'M GONNA STRANGLE YOU GEEK BOY AND THEN RAPE YOU IN THE ASS WITH MY TENTACLES OOOOOH

....AND I'M AFTER YOU NEXT BLOG READER OOOOOH

Creepy shit....

Yeah, Ummm, dunno if this is SM related or not but, yeah, just got a call from Stan's phone and, yeah, as you can probably tell I'm a bit, a bit fazed by this. This just happened, man, a few minutes ago. Stan, I dunno what he was doing, maybe he went to the HS again, I have no clue. I dunno... what happened to him, just...

yeah, getting ahead of myself. So I get the call from him and put the cell up to my ear. Suddenly I'm bombarded with this... this loud grinding sound overlaid with bursts of static that goes on for over two minutes. I had to pull it away from my ear cause it felt like it'd burst my ear drums open. Grinding and scratching and scraping, sounded like depths of fucking Hell. I tried talking into it to ask Stan what the fuck was going on, but I got no response. After like 150 seconds of this... noise, the call mercifully went dead.

I immediately tried to call him back, but all I got was a disconnected tone. When I checked the call log again, I saw that the number that had dialed has somehow changed from Stan's number to some number I've never received call from,  327-924-8464. Too chickenshit and tired to try and call an unknown number now.

So yeah... Stan's just... gone apparently, this certainly bodes well. I'll try calling him tomorrow but... its pretty obvious something happened. At any rate, I'm confused, unnerved and moreover tired. I'm gonna have to sleep on this. Pleasant dreams...

A little out of the blue, but...

This has been a topic that's been on my mind lately, and it may seem weird for me to talk about it, but its actually been part of the reason I haven't been keeping up with this blog as much as I should've (for those of you who are waiting in bated breath for my updates :p ).

But yeah, I've been following the revolutions in the Middle East. Not for any esoteric reason like looking for Ghosts or SM or anything of that nature (Though if I do see them, I'll be sure to let you know). The fact of the matter is that Geopolitics interest me (and to a lesser extent domestic politics, but that mostly boils down to the squabbing of sides that are equally wrong in their own ways). I dunno where exactly this comes from, probably all the geopolitical themes from my Sci-Fi I like (I actually think the geopolitics of the prequel trilogy, if they weren't dumbed down and given so much attention, could've made for an interesting backdrop of the war, but I digress). I don't really get a chance to discuss it IRL because very few people seem to care for this shit, so its mainly something I armchair with a couple people online. But I thought I might as well share it with you.

Of course there are mixed feelings about this. Some people are worried that like in 1979 in Iran the revolutions will be hijacked by radical Islamists, and while I don't think that is the case, I can understand their fears. A more broader and likely fear is that the new regimes will fall back on the same practices as the old ones. Only time can tell if the people have the resolve to actively keep tyrannical and corruptive influences at bay.

But I for one am optimistic. I tHink this is a rEal turning point in Middle East relationS. I don't knoW how All thIs will Turn out, but I thINk if America really wants to chanGe its image in the Middle East, it needs to completely embrace democratic reform and not stand behind despots.

Eh, I know this isn't exactly what you come here to hear, but between the school work I'm supposed to be doing and following the protests, well, thats why I haven't been as active. Hopefully I'll have more to say soon, but that isn't a guarantee.

Been busy lately

Just because I'm kind of not in school at the moment doesn't mean I don't have work. My dad's been dumping a a lot of tutoring on me so thats been taking up a huge chunk of my free time.... the time I'm not already wasting playing video games and that shit. *sigh*

No word on SM in case you really are wondering. I got an E-mail from my friend that he actually DID go back a couple days ago but the sites still cordoned off. Weird. I might go with him later this week... If I have the time.

So yeah, sorry I've been spotty updating over the past few days. Not much up and I've been lazy. C'est la vie.

An Ordinary Sunday At Church

Okay, on the advice of a couple of my followers (AKA all of my followers), I've been taking a break from thinking about SM stuff. Since then I've been feeling a bit less jittery, though the weather refuses to improve. If I've had anymore dreams or nightmares, I can't remember them. Just been mopping around my house lately, playing video games and surfing the web.

Today though I decided to go to church, specifically the one run by the pastor who's the Anarchy Sister's guardian, Garterbelt. Now, let me let you in on a little secret about Daten: We aren't... the most religious of cities. Garter's Cathedral is the only Catholic church in the city, and there are no Mosques or Synagogues to my recollection. Despite... everything that goes on here, we're as secular a city as they get; those who do go to church on any sort of basis go to massive megachurches that are either feel-good, nondenominational affairs or... this:

To be perfectly honest, I'm not the best of Christians either, despite (or perhaps, because of) knowing several Angels personally. And when I go to the church, its rarely for religious reasons.

Anyway, Garter's church has a membership of practically none as far as I can tell, and I've been to a number of his Sunday Sermons. This occasion was no different from any other, which meant that it would be bizarre if it weren't for the fact that it fit perfectly with everything else that occurs. Garter was up at the pulpit, delivering a sermon on the Seven Deadly Sins to only me and Stocking. He intoned every word with passion and seriousness, a serious that was immediately negated by his pet dog.... thing dry humping the pulpit for the entirety of the sermon.

Stocking was there in only the most broadest definition of the term. She was sprawled out on one of the pews laying on a bunch of throw pillows, eating a platter of chocolate and strawberry drizzled beignets the entire service. To say that she zoned out would imply she was zoned in to begin with; I think she actually curled up and went to sleep towards the end.

About 15 minutes in the church was filled with grunts and moans coming from upstairs; Panty was apparently having her way with a number of men. Despite the loud sounds of coitus, Garter tried to keep the Sermon going (which, ironically enough, had just gotten to Lust), but he soon lost track of himself and the service soon degenerated into him talking about anecdotes from his life. Meanwhile, the orgasmic moans kept growing louder and they kept on going! Seriously, it went on for the entire service and was STILL going on when Garter FINALLY wrapped it up. Garter tried to rope me into a confessional, but... previous experience has taught me that isn't something I want to do. Realizing Panty probably wouldn't be available for quite sometime. I decided to call it in and head home.

So yeah, that's what a church service at Garter's church is like. Its pretty much this way every week from what I can tell. Still, its nice to get a chance to see the Anarchy Sisters when I have a legitimate to actually be there. I'll probably comeback tomorrow or the day after, its been a while since I've been there regularly.

No  Slendy sightings, though that shouldn't really be all that of a surprise. Haven't heard from Stan at all either, so I have to assume he hasn't gone back yet. At any rate, expect some more mundane entries for the next couple days like this one. But if anything comes up, I'll let you know.

Weird Dreams

Sorry I'm so late to getting to this, but I had to suss out what exactly happened. Been a few hours since I woke up so the details are probably a bit sketchy, but here's what I remember.

I was in the church, right up at the pulpit surrounded by the empty pews. There was no color on anything; the contrast had been reduced to the point of gray-scale and there seemed to be a film grain overlayed on top of it. The room was unnaturally bright with no obvious light source; a hollow whitish-gray tone. And the only sounds at first was this continuous drone of a needle skipping across a broken record.

So I was just sitting there in the middle of the empty church, not knowing what the hell I was supposed to do for about a good minute when I heard a light giggle from behind one of the pews. Sorta-kinda realizing this was a dream (I think...), and feeling a tad adventurous, I walked down the aisle, slowly approaching the pew were the giggling emanated from. Suddenly a small figure just leaped up from one of the rows, scrambling over the pews on all fours like an animal before breaking into a sprint for the back of the church. I didn't really get a good look at it at first because frankly I was scared shitless, but the figure appeared to be wearing an elegant gown like one of Stocking's, but all white. It was giggling like a girl the whole time, so I assumed that's what its gender had to be.

After being dumbstruck for a few seconds, for whatever reason, I decided to chase after her. She'd ducked into a door leading to a stairway, and I quickly follow. I caught a glimpse of her on the top landing; long grey strands of hair trailing behind her as she disappeared into this bright white void beyond the doorway at the top. Only now do I realize that she probably waiting for me.

So yeah, foolishly, I follow her into the grey-ish white void and suddenly I'm on Main Street, everything still grey-scale; hollow, lifeless. The whole city felt dead, like a flickering illusion, especially with that grainy filter. The ambient noise of the skipping record suddenly increased, my vision flickering with each skip. I saw the girl run out before me, about 100 or so yards away, running toward... Him.

He was there, standing in the middle of the road, a good eight feet tall. His head, a featureless grey blob, craned from side to side as the girl ran up to him, clutching at his leg as she turned back to look at me. I could make her out clearly now; yeah she was wearing a gothic gown, but it was tattered and seemed to be stained. Her face though... I dunno if her eyes were black or torn out but they just weren't THERE. They were just black voids. His tendril like arm wrapped around her shoulder.

His head suddenly jerked around to 'look' directly at me. The next flicker of my vision he was 20 yards closer, and then 20 yards closer again. It wasn't until he was 40 yards that I realized the threat, so I turned around and ran. I ran for a good 15 seconds before something grasp at my neck. And then I woke up.

Now, I dunno what to make of this dream, I'm not gonna go out and say this was prophetic or anything, but the vividness of it was simply unnerving. I know I'm stressed out from everything, but even accounting for that this was just... bizzare. I'll keep you posted on any further dreams I have.

And Panty, FS, please... try to keep it civil okay? I don't want to have to start zapping posts.

And what's wrong with any of the previous posts? They seem fine to me.

Ok, Just Got Back

A tad paranoid to be honest. Nothing 'bad' per se happened but... I dunno. It just felt off.

Let me back track a little, its hard to explain. So I leave my home and head out the street to the game store which is, I would guess, 2 or so miles away in a chain outlet. My neighborhood's fairly upscale; bunch of McMansions and manicured lawns and there's always police patrolling so I don't have to be worried about being mugged or anything (though hell of a lot of good they'll be if Ghosts were to attack), but there was an emptiness to it. I mean there were other people out; jogging, walking dogs, that sort of thing, but... maybe the weather's beginning to get to them. It got pretty miserable when the wind started to kick up into my face, but I could deal with it. But even the weather considered, there weren't a lot of people out, even when I got to the shopping center. And the people I did see were lethargic and tired. Man, I hope this weather breaks soon.

More than that though, and you're all gonna say I'm just letting this SM thing get to me, but... I felt like I was being watched. No, I didn't see any shadowy figures or anything like that, but I felt, as weird as it sounds, like I ALMOST did. It felt like there eyes peering at the back of my head; not actively glaring as much as passively observing.... I know this sounds like gibberish but this feeling is hard to describe. It might just be a bit of paranoia getting to me, idk. But in the back of my head, I kept expecting SOMETHING to step out of the shadows. Needless to say, this made the entire trip tense and uncomfortable.

And the best part about it all? The game I pre-ordered, Bulletstorm? Well, turns out I mixed up what day it was released on, its not out for another two weeks, so this was all a great use of my time. I'm gonna play some ME2 then go to bed. Hopefully my dreams won't be that disturbed from all this paranoia.

Dreary Weather We're Having

Man, I haven't seen the sun in like over a week, maybe two? This has to be one of the longest stretches of lousy weather Daten has seen in a while. It's not like its stormy or rainy or anything, just crappy, depressing weather.

You'd probably expect this ominous weather to be a portent for Evil or something, but surprisingly its not. Like I said in the comments a couple days ago, there haven't been any ghosts attacks lately. Maybe those stupid Daemon Sisters finally gave up the ghost? :p

...Anyways, Gonna run down to EB Games (for some reason they never switched ours to a Gamestop; it's weird) and pick up a game I preordered. First time I've been out of the house in a few days. I'll let you know if anything happens. Seeya in a bit.

Solitary Sunset

Brief here. Was going over some old Astronomy pics on one of my old external HDDs when I found this:

A Sunset (Or rise? I honestly can't tell, the file's unmarked) from the surface of Mars. Remind you of another famous sunset?

-Brief

Well, that was a bust...

Just got a call from Stan. Says he was turned away from the construction site by a bunch of workers. So much for it being abandoned.

Stan isn't giving up though. Said he'd be back some time later this week, probably later at night. Asked if I wanted in. I... turned him down. Ghostbusting with the Angels is strenuous enough; don't need a cryptid or Humanoid Abomination breathing down my neck. (That's right, I'm a troper :p )

I'm personally starting to doubt how forthcoming info on SM will be, so expect more mundane posts until we get some sort of lead.

Quick Update

Brief again. No new Slender sightings as of yet, but got some related news. Apparently rebuilding efforts on DCHS 18, my High School that was destroyed in a...ummm... unfortunate set of circumstances, has been put on indefinite hiatus. The website gave no indication as to why this was, but one of my paranormal friends, Stanley, is sure that its the Slender Man. He's gonna be investigating it later today. I'll keep you posted on the details.

...Course, it could just be an ordinary Ghost haunting, but you never know. Heh, maybe you could a few Heavens out of this after all, Panty.

...Anyways, as for myself, ummm, I'm doing alright. Haven't been haunted or anything lately. Finishing up watching Plinkett's review of Revenge of the Sith, which my friends kind of pushed me to watch. It's actually very funny and insightful. Now, I'm the kind of nerd whose willing to give Lucas the benefit of the doubt in a few areas--Don't get me wrong, I've always found them mediocre at best--but this brought up things I hadn't even considered, such as the shoddy camera work in all the non-action scenes. Definitely worth a look even if you think you've seen enough prequel bashing for your lifetime; it really is quite insightful.

Umm, thats about it. Brief out.

Introduction -- The Slenderman Mythos

Ummm... Brief here. Kinda new to blogging, so the site's a bit shabby, but I'll fix it up eventually!... I think....

...Anyways, me and my paranormal buddies have been talking recently about a supernatural phenomenon that spread across the web a couple years ago. Now, if you've actually continued reading this far (Follow me please?), you've probably heard of vlogs like Marble Hornets and EverymanHYBRID that are based around the Slender Man Mythos. Now many assume these are just interesting, scary stories, but me and my friends think there may be something more to this. Plus, I don't think there's a person in Daten that can honestly deny the existence of the supernatural. :p

...er, moving on, I'm actually the last of my friends to start a Slendy blog... kinda was forced into doing this to be honest. But where I differ from my friends is that I'm not inquiring into the nature of SM, a lot of other people can do that. This is to be a catalog of Slendy sightings around Daten. I'm... a bit too frightened to follow himself, really....


SO yeah, stay tuned, I'll try to get updates as soon as possible. Live Long And Prosper.

-Brief