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
Daten City Slender Central
Breif tackles the faceless terror stalking Daten City... sort of.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
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.
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.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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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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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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Monday, March 28, 2011
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
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
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
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
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
Sunday, March 13, 2011
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
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
Labels:
Demons,
Ghosts,
Horror,
Humor,
Kneesocks,
Mortals,
Paranormal,
Supernatural
Friday, March 11, 2011
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
:3
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
:3
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