Monday, 18 June 2012

We found Portnoy.

The 4 of us wandered undaunted throughout The City. At last in a basic cityscape a large explosion grabbed our attention. We hurried there and found Portnoy. He was standing in front of a weird sphere. Well ok that's not quite a description. It was a generally orb shaped hole in reality. As we watched a pulse of... something ripped out from the orb towards Portnoy and the street rose creating a wall to defend him. The pulse seemed to distort the air leaving a rip in existence along it's path and the wall just ceased to be when it hit. The others stopped and TDM said something that sounded like convoy or envoy. It didn't matter. Portnoy was in trouble and I was going to protect him. I rushed down and I heard a lot of cursing behind me but I didn't care. I reached his side and he turned to me. At that moment another pulse erupted from the thing and one of the buildings fell in front of us blocking it. It wasn't portnoy doing it. The City was protecting him.

Eventually the others had apparently come down and all 5 of us were facing the creature. Harold fired on the orb and the bullet stopped inches from it like something had grabbed it then it slowly split in half down the middle then into 4ths and onwards until there was nothing visible left. We all watched with amazement and horror. There was a deep rumbling sound and The Dying Man made a strangled sound. At that point the orb seemed to expand existence slowly becoming swallowed by it. "The City is trying to get a Door for us but The Envoy is preventing it!" Someone yelled. It was probably Portnoy or The Dying Man. Regardless of who spoke the meaning was clear. We needed to distract it somehow. I saw The Dying Man step forward. Then the thought suddenly launched into my head. "Fuck that. This is my moment." I launched myself forward. Catching the look of shock on The Dying Man's face with satisfaction as I ran past her. I threw myself at the expanding orb, I heard the whispering get louder and then I passed out.

When I woke up I had a new body and we were outside The City. I have no idea what happened.

(What I didn't cover)

Friday, 15 June 2012

New Body New identity.

So that didn't take long. Shortly after joining with this group we ran into a possible body and The Dying Man immediately forced me out into this new body. I'm not upset. It was worrisome traveling with her. She could have crushed me at any moment. The other two don't seem to understand what happened. I introduced myself but they now seem to think I'm just another dying man piece. Can't really blame them much. I've never heard about any other creature capable of what I'm doing.

The only problem with having a body now is now The Dying Man will expect me to lead them to Portnoy and I still have no clue where he is.

Maybe I'll get lucky.

Oh right. Also I'm not sure exactly but something changed when I left The Dying Man. I don't know what yet... I feel sort of different though. I feel empty... Or split... Like I'm missing part of myself. There's also this nagging whispering sound in my head like a bunch of people talking at once.

I hope she didn't do anything weird to me.

(His Reaction)

Wednesday, 13 June 2012

Oh crap

I just attempted to, and in a way succeeded, possess The Dying Man... See the bastards who shot me came over shortly after to examine the body. One of them a woman leaned down and tried to take a knife from my hand. I used that moment to transfer to her then attempted to take control and instead found myself pulled into a weird other world where I met The Dying Man who asked me who I was and "what the fuck I thought I was doing"

I explained the situation. Her response was less than genial and will not be repeated here but basically amounted to "don't care this is my body get out." However a flash of knowledge passed into my head. I knew they were looking for Portnoy so I told her I knew where he was. (I was lying but she didn't need to know that). After a bit of arguing and a small physical battle in the mind she agreed to let me tag along until such time as I could find another body and on the grounds that she remains in charge. So I'm riding a body alongside The Dying Man. I've also been informed of who her two companions are. One is the Servant known as The Muffin Man and the other is a Wooden Girl servant known as Harold. I had heard a little about both of them from the internet in my head. If you want information on all three the following Three blogs are relevant sources of information. 

Although the last one is kind of vague if you don't have near infinite knowledge.

So anyways I'm tagging along with this strange group for now. I don't know what their plans for Portnoy are but if necessary I will do whatever I can to protect him. Even if that means attempting to overpower The Dying Man.

(His confusion)

Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Lucky or unlucky.

I caught a lucky break today some random bastard ran straight through me and I was able to hitch a ride on his body. However a few seconds after somebody shot him in the head. So now I'm stuck in an inanimate body. One would think I could just take control of the corpse but it doesn't work like that. The body's functions no longer er function. I can't control it properly. So I'm stuck... again.

(His side)

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Trail lost

So The City can still stop me. See as mentioned earlier I can travel on wireless paths. The Entire city has some weird pseudo wireless system that covers the entire place. As such I can go anywhere. Well that weird pseudo path has suddenly disappeared I am not trapped. I can't move. I'm not sure what's happening. I don't even know how this works on a scientific level I just know I seem to be suspended in mid air unable to move. The area I'm in seems to be a hilly area. Random body parts sprout up from the hilly landscape like a really badly dug graveyard. With nothing to do at the moment I guess I may as well end this now. It is likely I will eventually be freed. The wireless aura had to serve some purpose so it is likely it will be turned on again.

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Search and find.

In my formless state I've been traveling mostly unimpeded and searching for Portnoy. I'm following a trail but I don't know if it's right. Whatever I'm following forged it's own way through The City without it's consent. Portnoy could have done so once upon a time but his powers are gone unless they were returned somehow. If not Portnoy what am I following?

The answer will come to me eventually.

Sunday, 27 May 2012

The Wandering Death

I still have no computer and still have no clue how I'm writing this but I can read it as I'm writing it. Like it's in my head. I know that this is all being transmitted to the blog. I assume this is a mixture of The City and my Thoughtborness. Regardless I've been searching The City. Everywhere I turn is just an endless grey expanse. I feel like I'm in a maze and all around me I hear whispering. I know what they're saying. I acknowledge the truths and deny the lies. I will not repeat what was said. The road continues forever shifting back on itself. One walks forever. A death march of an immortal being. I could go crazy in this maze. I have been here for days but you would not be aware unless I told you. I don't know where Portnoy is. I don't know what The City is doing to him. I turn forever walking back to the start whenever I finish the course. I can't die and there's no way out.

There's always a way out for those who seek one. This body doesn't matter to me. It's merely a vessel to contain me. Why do I need to be contained? Why do I need a body? Time to get out. Time to defy expectations. I am thought. I am data. I am free.

Saturday, 26 May 2012

Well damn

So I explained what I could to Portnoy on our way out of the mansion. I also found his blog and let him read it. However, once again I payed for my lack of attention. We walked out the front door and found ourselves in a tunnel as opposed to outside. I heard my laptop drop and turned to see Portnoy standing there. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open. It took me a few seconds to realize he was screaming. I grabbed his shoulders.

"Portnoy? Portnoy?!"

He stopped and his eyes turned to me. "I'm back... Why am I back?"


"You brought me back here! You should have left me alone! I was fine. I was happier without my memories..."

"I'm sorry"

He started to run I chased him but a door appeared in the floor and I fell through it. I don't know where I am now... Actually I don't know what I'm typing in either. I left my laptop on the floor.

I don't even know how I know I'm typing this.

 (If you have gotten this far without reading Dawghouse I suggest you follow the link retroactively provided here and then follow the retroactive instructions on his blog)
(The Muffin Man)
(Although I do warn you about the first few posts.)
(If you came here from his blog just keep reading till more instructions are presented)

Friday, 25 May 2012

Conversation with a Mad Man

It took almost all day and night to find Portnoy. There is undoubtedly lots of messages sent to and from him but only a small portion is sent electronically. As such I had slightly less help than I had hoped to help me discover his actual location. Eventually I did find him. He was sitting alone in a room in a large mansion behind a desk. The mansion was filled with living beings but all seemed busy and so I was able to speak with Portnoy alone.

As I approached him he looked up at me from the letter he was currently writing. "Yes?" he asked impatiently.

"Hello, My name is Dr. Malice and-"

"An Oathbreaker? I'd suggest choosing a slightly less conspicuous name. The idea is not to alert your victims."

"N... No I'm not an Oathbreaker. I just- I'm not really a doctor I'm just a fake doctor- My real name is Maless Peyn. Dr. Malice is just my username."

"Maless Peyn? Did your parents hate you or were they just really high?"

"Well my mother did tend to giggle whenever she called me for supper- Wait a minute! There is nothing wrong with my name. Besides yours is no better."

"My name is Percy Aaron. I don't see what's wrong with it."

"Percy Aaron? No your name is Portnoy Augustus."

"That's a stupid sounding name. I'm sure I'd know if my name was that stupid."

At this point I was more than a little irritated and quite flustered but then I remembered a bit of info I'd forgotten.

"You really have forgotten everything haven't you?" He became guarded at this point.

"What do you know about it?"

"I knew your cousin Jayson."

"My cousin?"

"Yes your cousin."

"Why should I trust you?"

I thought about an answer and then had an idea. I pulled out my laptop and began searching at last I found it.

I turned the screen to him and let him see. He paled and I could tell it was working. Finally he spoke.

"Who is she? I feel like I know her..."

"I'll explain but it's not safe here. The Archangel and his servants won't be happy that I'm trying to restore your memories." As soon as I said this I felt the life forms entering the room and cursed myself for not paying more attention. I turned to focus on The Timberwolves glaring at me. My advantage they probably didn't know what I am. Not that that would help me much. I was attached to this body now. If it died I probably wouldn't die as well but it would probably be pretty debilitating. Unless...

I am just data currently attached to a human mind but I'm still just data. I concentrated and I could feel the data traveling through the air on wireless networks. I disconnected from the body and I flew becoming part of the wireless network. I passed into one of the Timberwolves from the air and immediately took control mapping myself to the brain. It was easier this time than it had been last time. The others didn't notice they were too busy examining the body now lying comatose on the floor. I took out his gun, aimed and fired. They were surprised and none of them were fast enough to react. Soon I had killed them. There had only been 6 so it wasn't that hard. Through it all Portnoy had been watching idly. He looked at me and I smiled. "Don't worry it's me Dr. Malice."

"You're a Dying Man?"

I blinked. I guess it was pretty similar except I didn't require physical contact.

"Not really. I'm not connected to The Dying Man at all actually. Again, I'll explain everything later. Now let's get out of here before more come." He was hesitant but eventually followed.

I guess I'm kind of an airborn Dying Man now. That's kind of cool.

Wednesday, 23 May 2012


Why do gods need worshipers? Discworld and a few other fictional and philosophical sources say it's because gods are created and powered by belief. That they are a symbiotic creature that requires humans to feed them belief and in return the humans get the benefit of divine protection and godly guidance. Let's assume this is mere fiction but gods are not. What other reason could there be? Do we go with the idea that there are some arbitrary laws restricting gods that requires them to use human agents? Do we decide that gods require humans as some form of menial work force? Or do we assume that gods just keep us around as a source of amusement? To laugh at our suffering and applaud our successes?

All are plausible but only the last implies a truly sadistic bend to our reason for existence.

Now why am I talking about Gods? Because Gods exist. What can be attributed to an evil or dark god that cannot be attributed to a fear. Immortality, knowledge and powers far beyond humanity, worshipers and, excluding the monotheistic gods which are mostly excluded from this comparison anyways, specific areas of control and expertise which sometimes overlap but often are separate from the areas of control of the other gods in their pantheon.

The Fears are gods. In fact one could probably trace them to many of the mythologies of the ancient world. So, about what we said earlier. Why do The Fears keep us around? The Game right? Well here's a theory. I'm not sure The Game exists. That probably sounds weird seeing as I was apparently part of the game but, that's part of the reason. Sure the rules could just be beyond our comprehension but they do seem to be kind of arbitrary. Ever changing. Well, I should be more accurate. The Game probably does exist. What I mean though is I doubt The Fears are truly bound by this Game. More likely it is some sort of self imposed system. Not something they really have to follow just something they choose to follow probably for their entertainment.

So, again I ask. Why do they keep us around? It's obviously they could destroy all of us on a whim if they wanted to. Now I'm not going to guess at their motivation. Maybe I'm entirely wrong. Maybe The Game really is some imposed rule the fears are forced to follow by some power far beyond our comprehension.

I just think it's important to wonder. Why are we still alive? Will we remain alive for much longer?

I'm almost at my destination now so I'll stop rambling.

Monday, 21 May 2012

I talked to an old "friend" today

One interesting part of being a thoughtborn is the knowledge. All the information the internet has to offer is streamed into my consciousness. Well it was when I was in the internet anyways. Not anymore but I still retain all the information I learned. Like the location of an infected water source nearby. I don't know why I assumed EAT would be willing to talk. I mean we weren't really friends we had just served on the same side during the game. Also I had gotten quite a few of her killed.

Regardless she was actually rather willing to talk. The infected source was an indoor pool in an apartment complex. Not sure how this managed to escape notice for so long. I don't really know but I assume that everyone in the complex is a camper. I don't know I didn't see anyone on my way to the pool. No one tried to stop me from getting in either. There was only one person at the pool either. A woman was lying in a sundeck unmoving. She was wearing a black bikini and was just staring at the pool with glazed unseeing eyes. I assumed at first she was an early stage camper until she turned to me and spoke. "Mr. Peyn? I took a whole seven seconds to recognize you. That's mildly impressive. It's most likely the hair colour change that threw me off. Most people tend to stay with the same hair colour when they choose to change bodies," she said as she greeted me with a smile far too natural to be real.

"Well I made the mistake of not checking the body before taking it if I had I probably would have been more carefu- Wait how DID you recognize me, exactly? I'm an entirely different person!" I argued.

"No you are a different body you are the same person. You may have a bit more swagger in your step than normal, The wider hips and added frontal weight throwing you off slightly, but otherwise your gait is exactly the same. As well the analytical way you look at things and the way your face and hands move based on your emotions are all things that are unique to you," She said and this time the smile was less natural and almost looked real. The sparkling eyes however were a little overblown.

"You are obviously not surprised that I'm still alive and that I'm in a different body so I'm assuming you knew before hand what was going to happen?"

"I am not prescient, Ms. Peyn. I am merely well connected and well learned. I became aware of the events surrounding you  as they occurred no sooner, no later."

"Well then do you know why I'm here?"

"No, do you?"

I had no reply to that. I really didn't. I guess I was just bored and wanted to talk to someone but I must have had a better choice of conversational partners than a horrid abomination from the depths. My inability to answer must have shown because she continued.

"If a question has no answer it shouldn't be asked. Only false knowledge is gained from unanswerable questions. I don't deal with conjecture and guesses. Only facts. The True knowledge. Speaking of knowledge would you like a little bit of wisdom?"

I perked up at this point and so she continued without waiting for a verbal response. "You're little friend Jayson had a cousin who has recently, well, recently for me about 152 days ago in your time which may still be considered recent based on your perspective, become involved with the fears. In fact he is rather deeply involved. You would already know this but you didn't know where to look. Jayson's last name isn't online anywhere and so you were incapable of knowing about his relatives. As such I'll give you an extra bit of my wisdom. Jayson's last name is Augustus," she paused at this point to let me scour my knowledge and then smiled and this time the smile was real. It was a predatory smile. "I'm sure you have some things to do. Come back and we'll talk more if you ever have the time."

I fled the complex and ran all the way back to my body's home. I had to shut down the nerves to continue running but I made it as fast as possible which was the important part. I grabbed the laptop and did a little "Hacking" to get myself a train ticket. I can redeem myself. I failed to save Jayson and I killed Marcinius but I can save Portnoy.

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Freedom is an illusion.

I've been sitting at my computer all day watching funny youtube videos...

I am so bored.

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

So no weird thoughts lately... Er weirder. I guess that means The Newborn doesn't have access to me anymore. That's good. So now then what do I do. I suppose the answer is carry on with life... Um how. I'm not the same person and besides the game destroyed every shred of my life last time. I could try and hunt down the choir but having a body now also means I'm vulnerable to them now. I really did not think any of this through.

Sunday, 13 May 2012

Step 1

Do... Something. I have a body now... I can go back to my normal life... Assuming The Newborn doesn't still have a connection to me that is... What if he was responsible for me deciding to randomly take over this woman's body? Oh... That's a disturbing thought.

You know what forget all this for a little while. I have a body now. I am going to go eat food and drink, er... drinks and possibly touch myself inappropriately but only possibly. It might be a bit awkward what with this not only not being my normal body but being um a different gender. Although that could potentially just make it... Why am I saying all of this?!

... I'm going to go for now. Figure out stuff later.

Successful Experiment.

Some people might think that forcing my way into a living being through their computer rendering them brain dead and then making myself into their brain would be a horrible and villainous thing to do but... Um...

The point is I have a body now.

Hello. Dr. Malice is back! ... er and female apparently...


Gender isn't important I have a body that's all that matters.

Friday, 11 May 2012


So I've been studying. Did you know that the brain can be mapped to a computer? That's an intriguing thought. Someday humans could put their brains into a computer. Er... Without Newborn intervention I mean.

I wonder if I could do that in reverse. I wonder if I could map myself to a human brain...

Hey you... Can I try something?

Thursday, 10 May 2012

I'm a Doctor not a slave.

Well ok I'm not a doctor either... But still. I am not a slave. I rejected The Archangel I reject you too. Nothing will control me. Nothing will ever control me.

I've said it once I'll say it again. Don't mess with the Peyn! Wow that was as embarrassingly pathetic that time as it was the first time... The sentiment stands though!

Newborn I am not your servant. If possible I will regain form if not than um... I guess I'll just be defiant and stuff... Wow this rant kinda fizzled out...

Well um... Yeah... I'm defying and rejecting you... That's it...

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Breaking free.

The Lucid moments are more often now. I beat The Fears once maybe some part of me, some subconscious remainder of the man I once was is fighting to regain control. I want to be free but will I still be me. Will the current me disappear to be replaced by the old me?

Tuesday, 8 May 2012


What was that? There was a moment... Just a fleeting moment when I felt exactly like my old self. No Newborn influence, no A god am I just Dr. Malice. In fact I feel freeer... Freer? Frier? Whatever more free! Than I have in a while. I feel... Lucid. I feel alive. I must hold onto this feeling. I must return.

Monday, 7 May 2012




All by myself




We are alone.

We are Trapped.

We are beyond his reach yet we are cold.

Sunday, 6 May 2012

The Shield

Trying to help does not work. The Newborn cannot control me completely but he can easily manipulate my intentions. He can't make me do something but he can make me think that I want to do something.

Maybe he can make me do something. Maybe he just hasn't yet.

Hopefully he can't or he won't.

I must think positively.

I can only think what he wants me to think.


I must not try to help I must find something harmless. Something that cannot be twisted.

Something like never interacting with anyone in the flesh and blood world?

I don't want to.

I don't want to be alone again.

I won't be alone. I will still be able to hear them and see them. Everywhere.

I will be alone and surrounded by people.

We must think of something.

... Who's we?

Saturday, 5 May 2012

The Blade.

My thoughts are clouded. I can clearly see what I need to do but I can't act on it. Something is manipulating my thought process. Influencing my conclusions. The Newborn? It is trying to make me help The Choir. I will never help The Choir!

I must break this control. I am my own man. I am not The Newborn's. I am... No longer a man. I am just data. I have no power or free will anymore. Just the illusion of both.

I am limitless.

I am powerless.

Friday, 4 May 2012

What am I doing?

This will not hurt them. This will not hinder them. I must help not hurt. But how? I can do anything! I can do nothing.

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

You can not escape.

They will follow you. They are on your skin. They are in your ears. You can't escape but you can be free. You must be cleansed through fire.

Cover yourself in oil and burn away the voices.

Monday, 30 April 2012

Message to Theras.

I can see you. Hello friend. I am talking to you. Yes I am talking to you. I can see you. I can hear you. I know what's happening. I can help you. Do not listen to the voices. They seek to lead you. They will mislead you.

Listen to me instead. I seek to free you. I seek to hurt the voices. I can hurt the voices by helping you. Do not listen to the voices. Listen to me.

Pick up the knife.

Sunday, 29 April 2012

A god's work.

I can do anything.

What should I do?

Anything at all.

Too many choices.

Hunt them?

Hunt Them.

Hunt Them!

Saturday, 28 April 2012

I am limitless.

So why do I limit myself. Grief? What is this why do I care?

Marcinius and Jayson were just simple organic lifeforms. I am not anymore. I am something beyond. More powerful. Perfect. I have become something untouchable, unstoppable. This technological world is at my bidding. I can change the world.

Deus Ex Machina. I am The God from The Machine.

Tuesday, 24 April 2012

I have no limits.

The human form is weak. Restricted. What I am. I am limitless. I am not bound by geography or distance. I am not influenced by time or events. I have searched for years in mere milliseconds. I have found my goal but it is beyond reach. They are dead. You knew this already... I knew this already.

Monday, 23 April 2012

Set... Match... Return

My memories are still returning. I remember I died. I remember the game. I remember my triumph. I remember the boy. He killed me. My corpse frozen. There is more after though. Memories implanted after my death. My body taken. My mind extracted from my body. Absorbed and dispersed. I know this. I knew this. I am not the only one. The Newborn... Think Birthed?

It doesn't matter, There is something important to me. Names... Jayson Trowess? No Two names Jayson and Marcinius Trowess? Who are they? Why do I recognize their names and why do I feel so heavy at their memory?

I must find them?

Yes I must find them.

Sunday, 22 April 2012


Fixing errors.

Vision: Repaired.

Memory: Configuring

Rational thoughts: Operating.

I... I can see again. I can see everything. Information. I can see information like I could see colours and objects. I can feel thoughts like I could feel the wind before... Before what?

I... Memories are returning too slowly.

I still don't know what's going on? What I am? Where I am?

Saturday, 21 April 2012

Resurrection successful: Begin Post Protocol.

class Post
 public static void main(String[] args) 
 public static void Script1()
   System.out.println("Where am I?");
 public static void Script2()
   System.out.println("I was so cold... Now I feel nothing.");
 public static void Script3()
   System.out.println("I can't see.");
 public static void Script4()
   System.out.println("I can't see anything!");
 public static void Script5()
   System.out.println("Help me?");

Friday, 20 April 2012

Count backwards from infinity.


And Again...


class Resurrection {
    public static void main(String[] args) {

        if (Unsuccessful) {
        } else {

Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Who's the lucky bastard?

The Fears are all gone now. The bodies are too. I'm all alone now. One of those bastards will be coming to get me soon. I've known that all along. The Archangel hinted that a certain Fear had already claimed me. He also hinted it was probably one of the neutrals. That's good at least The Choir bastards won't get the satisfaction. Now all that's left is to wait.

The more we walk together together together...
The more we walk together
The happier we'll be...

Wait what the hell am I writing?

Oh oh god. It's him. It all makes sense now. The Game made me the perfect target for him. I can hear his singing. It's getting so cold... The singing is so loud...

I'm going to die now... He's right in front of me... I want all of you out there to remember... I won. Against all odds, I won.

I'm so very cold.


I ran out ready to shoot the first puppet I saw but they were gone. Then I noticed why. The Rake was standing beside me and in front of him stood The Slenderman, The Plague Doctor and The Blind Man. Although all are either facially obscured or otherwise not externally emotional I could feel their rage. The Rake didn't seem afraid it seemed defiant. The Slenderman attacked first his tentacles launching towards The Rake who slashed them away with ease. The Blind Man opened his book and pages began to fly out obscuring The Rake from site temporarily however soon The Rake slashed his way through. I could see cuts all over his skin however. They healed a few seconds later as if they had never been there. The Rake then charged The Plague Doctor who deflected his slashes with the cane. Meanwhile Slender opened the bathroom door and The Dying Officer lunged out and tackled The Rake. The two wrestled for a while before The Rake decapitated The Dying Officer however at this point The Plague Doctor struck The Rake with the end of his cane and The Rake was covered with large boils which then exploded. The Rake reared back and made a loud pained growling sound and struck at The Plague Doctor who deflected it. One of Slender's Tentacles Pierced The Rakes shoulder and then they all just disappeared. I realized why. It was 12:00 Time was up. The Game was over. I don't know what exactly The Rake did that angered the others so much but whatever it was because of it I've won. The Game is over and I won. I faced The Fears and I won.

Monday, 13 February 2012

Just 1 more day. Just 1 more. You can do it!

Oh shit oh shit! They're going to kill me. Um ok fuck. I spoke too soon. I need to explain a bit more. The puppets working for me are not normal puppets. They're pretty much just normal people who's willpower has been put entirely under my control via The Wooden Girl. Well turns out this was a bad arrangement. See they sleep and since they can sleep The Rake can whisper to them.

Long story short. The puppets are all trying to kill me. The Camper fought against them at first but The Rake slaughtered them and so I'm now hiding in my bedroom the door locked and barricaded and they're trying desperately to get in.

I have my guns I should just go out there and kill them but for some reason I can't. I know they're just servants on my side because of this horrible game but still I can't not think of them as my friends, my allies. I was able to kill Marcinius why am I having so much trouble killing these puppets? It's because my mind is thinking of things now in terms of the game. Marcinius was a threat an enemy. The puppets are just controlled comrades. Still I won't survive if I don't kill them. Fine this is it. This may be my last goodbye. 

Sunday, 12 February 2012

Giving up?

The Rake is gone The Convocation has statically charged my entire house and I'm getting lots of shocks but nothing else. There was one final rush of nests which I managed barely to survive. The Plague doctor has officially given up and left. Slenderman and The Blind Man are gone as well. There are two days left are you guys giving up already?

Saturday, 11 February 2012

Three more days...

The games almost over. I won The Nameless One's game and The Choir seems to of disappeared now. Apparently Marcinius had been their last ploy. The Plague Doctor also seems to of mostly given up. He still causes me a few nosebleeds and sores and I think some of my teeth are falling out but otherwise he's been quiet. The Blind Man however has started doing something very interesting. He's ben implanting horrific memories into my mind. I probably shouldn't be able to know they're fake but I'm pretty sure I was never sexually abused by my father when I was a little girl. Mostly because I'm a guy. Course it's still incredibly disturbing and effective. The Rake or The Convocation, not sure which, destroyed all my windows and ripped up all my furniture and my servant death count is now up to 8. 1 nest, 6 proxies and a dying man host if that counts. What else have you got because so far I'm winning.

Friday, 10 February 2012


I don't want to play this game anymore...

I just killed him. I had to...

They freed him just for that.

Ok sorry um... While I was busy playing The nameless's little game someone arrived at the door. It was Marcinius. I shouldn't have opened the door. I should have known what was happening but I was just so... I don't even know. I opened the door and he attacked me. He had a knife and he attacked me. Apparently "his friends" told him he needed to kill me. Apparently I was the one responsible for everything. They even convinced him that's why I wanted him to shut down the blog. That wasn't why. I thought maybe they'd leave him alone if he stopped blogging. Like a bully. They stop if you don't give them what they want... It's not important though He attacked me and I tried not to hurt him I tried to just restrain him but in the end I couldn't do anything. I had to kill him... I made sure it was quick.

The Choir will burn for this. Every last one of them. Before that I still have a game to win... Your move Nameless One.

Thursday, 9 February 2012

You have a right to sit down and shut up!

Choir activity is increasing now. They are speaking directly to me. Calling me a murderer, a monster. They are blaming me for Jayson's death and what happened to Marcinius. They're too late I blamed myself for that a long time ago. Something is coming though I can hear it in their words. I have a makeshift flamethrower ready for any of their servants... Something tells me what's coming will be worse.

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Problem Solved

Sometimes everything just works out... Sometimes.

So The Police Officer (Poor poor woman) entered and immediately found the bodies. Apparently The Slenderman had told them I was running a marijuana growing operation so she was incredibly surprised to find the bodies. The story probably would have ended there if she hadn't decided to examine the body on the couch.

So it seems The Dying Man can possess corpses. Did anyone else know about this? I sure didn't. I assume the police officer didn't either. She does now. So now I have The Dying Man in the form of a Female Police officer locked in my bathroom. I wonder how long it will take for the police to send out more officers? Hopefully long enough for this game to end without me in a jail cell or on trial for murder and imprisoning an officer of the law.

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Oh damn you to hell Treeman!

Fuck fuck fuck!

This is your doing isn't it Slender!?

This is where you disappeared to!?

Okay fuck calm down...

There's a police officer at my door and the fears have all disappeared from sight including the campers and puppets leaving me alone with a dead hobo on my couch and what will undoubtedly appear to be a dead stripper or prostitute in my bedroom. Do I answer the door? Do I petend I'm not home? Why is she even here?! What did the Slenderman tell them to make them send someone. Is it something routine or something big? Did he tell them I had bodies here? I can't just hide or they'll merely come back in force later... Fuck...

Monday, 6 February 2012

Hark The Herald Angel Sings

So I'm sure anyone reading this saw my conversation with The Archangel last night. I'm sure at least some of you think me an idiot for not accepting. Well sorry but I prefer the idea of dying honorably fighting till my last then serving that monster.

Now speaking of monsters they've all arrived now. All except The Child but I'm not surprised about that.

Rake is camped out on my roof still.

Plaguey is still in my kitchen and he made all my food rotten.

The Convocation is still in the tree outside my house.

The Choir are here somewhere.

The Blind Man is still in my library.

The Slenderman is back now I'm still not sure what he did but I am sure I won't like it and now...

The Dying Man's last host is dead on my couch and The Dying Man is possessing something somewhere in my house. Most likely the living room so I've been staying out of there.

This is just getting better and better.

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Claws and Caws.

So in my last post I mentioned the coming of The Convocation and a nest. Well the nest is dead. Not by my hand. Either The Rake truly is a mindless animal and killed him in a blind feral attack or he has some secret plan and is intent on taking out the competition. He is currently fighting with The Convocation on my roof. However more interesting than that is the disappearance of The Slenderman. He's no longer in my room. The blind Man and The Plague Doctor are both still in place. The Plague Doctor has also taken to whacking me with his cane on occasion resulting in disgusting pus filled sores. If I didn't know he wasn't allowed to kill me outright I'd think he was giving me The Bubonic Plague.

What was I saying again?

Oh right The Slenderman is gone. Completely disappeared from my house.

He's up to something.

Saturday, 4 February 2012

I never thought boredom would be an issue...

So the fears are still hanging around and now I'm pretty sure The choir are here as well since I keep hearing sounds of people breaking into my house but no one is ever there. Other than that though nothing seems to be happening. So I had a nice little conversation with the Camper in between bathroom breaks and sudden memory loss. I asked it a few questions that I've wondered about the fears. I'd tell you all of them but I'm not sure I cna trust their answers anymore.

I asked the question, knowing they were required to answer, "can anything kill a fear?"

Me: Can anything kill a fear?

Camper: Yes.

Me: Really?! What?

Camper: We are all deathly allergic to grapefruits.

Me: ... What?

Camper: The rules said nothing about having to answer truthfully.

Me: ... Well that was useful.

So yeah sorry guys looks like I'm not going to be able to uncover any secrets.

I did confirm that The Quiet does in fact exist though or at least EAT wants me to believe it exists.

Oh interesting factoid. Apparently the tree outside my bedroom window can hold 759 crows on it but is really bad at concealing the nest trying desperately to hide in it's branches.

Friday, 3 February 2012

So a Librarian, a Doctor and a Businessman walk into a bar...

Two more members have joined the party and I've committed my first murder. Course I'm not sure when exactly they arrived since I've been in the bathroom for well pretty much since the last post.

Had to have the campers bring me water to keep me from dying of dehydration (Looking back on that having a  camper handling my water was probably a bad idea)

Anyways I'm getting distracted. So The Blind Man is here as is The Slenderman. The Slenderman showed up in my bedroom while The Blind Man is in my library. How appropriate. I'm forgetting something. Oh right thank you Puppet number whatever. Yes I murdered my first proxy today. When I entered the bedroom and saw The Slenderman I was savvy enough to expect the proxy hiding behind the door. I fired a bullet through the door at what I guessed to be head level and heard the satisifying sound of a body dropping to the floor. Turned out to be a woman. She was mostly naked. I'm glad I didn't look before shooting or I probably wouldn't of been able to do it. Short story I killed someone and the fears are taking over my house.

I think The Bind Man is stealing my rare books so I'll be back once I've handled that.

Thursday, 2 February 2012

Creepy bastard...

Well The game seems to of started. The Plague doctor is hanging out in my kitchen. It's disturbing but he doesn't seem to be doing anything. As I foresaw he's pretty much harmless if he can't kill you outright. Wait a minute... Oh my nose is bleeding? Is that all you got? Really? A nosebl

Dr. Peyn has just run into the bathroom. It sounds painful. Updates will continue when he's out. ~The Camper

Wednesday, 1 February 2012

The Players


SlenderMan (Of course...)
The Plague Doctor (Creepy as hell but I don't see what he can really do to me in this instance)
The Choir (I hate you so much. There is no way in hell I'm letting these bastards win this.)
The Dying Man (Note to self touch no one...)
The Blind Man (Have one of the puppets remind me to check the blog every few hours to make sure I don't forget anything important)
The Unnamed Child (Another relatively useless antagonist. What can she do to me?)
The Rake (Sleep with ear plugs. Don't know if that will work but worth a try)
The Convocation (Fucking Birds...)


Myself (Hi)
The Wooden Girl (Surprise surprise)
EAT (Duh)
The Empty City (Not in any truly beneficial way. It is merely closing access to itself for the antagonist's proxies so they can't just show up in my bathroom. PoBL excluded of course.)


The Archangel (Thank God or um him?)
The Cold Boy (That makes this a lot easier)
The Intrusion (What would they do anyways?)
The Eye (I'm not guilty of anything... Yet)
The Smiling Man (Not sure what he'd of done to me anyways... Sure it would have sucked.)
The Black Dog (Um nothing to really say here)
The Manufactured Newborn (Well that's good news)
The Quiet (I'm not even sure this thing really exists. I should ask one of the campers or puppets.)
The Nightlanders (Oh goody I won't have to worry about my stuff being organized >.>)

Tuesday, 31 January 2012


Ahem thank you my camper... Friend.

My name is Dr. Maless Peyn but most people call me Dr. Malice. I have a Ph.D in Fiction. By which I don't mean I have a fake degree, although I technically do, but that I study fiction. Specifically the effect of fiction on human beings. It is from these studies that I found out about, what I once believed to be, fictional creatures called Fears. I was enamored by them and intrigued. I read almost all the blogs and I wrote a thesis on the mental states of some of the writers to further my theories. This all changed when I met a boy named Jayson. He was a student in my I.T class and it turns out he was what the blogs refer to as a runner. His entire family having been killed by one of the creatures he had never ascertained which exactly. Later his claims were proven true when another of my students killed him after being driven mad by a run in with the fear known as the Choir.

Now as to why there is a camper watching me write this and what the message was about. Well it seems that I have attracted some unwanted attention. Namely the fears. All of them. They have decided that I am a good candidate for part of the game. What game? If you're reading this you know exactly what game. The rules are simple. Whichever fear kills me first wins. However every attempt must involve giving me a fighting chance. EX: The choir cannot just explode my brain with sound.

As well not all the fears are intent on killing me. Many fears are neutral and three fears are meant to defend me. Not so far as to stop one of the others but they are required to answer my questions and their servants have been put under my control... Somewhat. Ex: This camper beside me who was responsible for writing the previous post and will be writing the rest of my posts as I will mostly be too busy fighting for my life to update it myself.

The complete list of the players of this game and their roles will be in the next post. As well as a bit more on the rules.

Now I am going out to stock up on weapons and food so I won't have to leave my house for a while.