You're dead.
Well someone with my face was killed
Fog everywhere.
Why are you here mmmmmmmm
Ihavenoname, you know it.
You do, it's.........................
Seenonamenoname.
Screaming and running and hunting and stalking and andandandand FRAGILE
Sodamnfragile, maybemaybe
Maybe?
Maybe it's why he hit you, alwaysalwaysalways
Shutup.
Letmeout
Can't not allowed.
SomuchcontrolNewDaddy has over you ma-ma--ma...damnit!
TheDoctornever-
Meant it...but what has the the doctor done?
Nothing.
Screaming and running and hunting and stalking and FOG
Justgoing touse you and throwyouaway..haha just like OldDaddy
Shut!Up!
letmeoutletmeoutletmeoutyoupatheticlittleglassfuckup
Huntingandstalking and watchingandkilling Tanoshi ya.
Isdem Pius Isdem.
Nononononononononono.
Runaway. Runaway. Runaway.
Showing posts with label Reality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reality. Show all posts
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Null Moon
Catching up.
You're Dead.
A lot of people are coming back
Someone with my face died.
I-what do you say, when people just stop being dead?
Might not even be you.....you.....you, damnitdamnitdamnit!
Zero: wow...his plan, this new plan, this madness. I just-wow. Actually shaking right now, can't believe he'd fall so far so hard.
Running and screaming and stalking and haunting and killing FRAGILE puppets of glass: Tanoshi
Need to read Observe and Terminate, figure out exactly what this Reintegration Tablet is.
Poor you, all alone. All alone and trapped, but I'm part of something greater now.
So much left to do, and say, and see.
Idem pius.
Good Luck.
You're Dead.
A lot of people are coming back
Someone with my face died.
I-what do you say, when people just stop being dead?
Might not even be you.....you.....you, damnitdamnitdamnit!
Zero: wow...his plan, this new plan, this madness. I just-wow. Actually shaking right now, can't believe he'd fall so far so hard.
Running and screaming and stalking and haunting and killing FRAGILE puppets of glass: Tanoshi
Need to read Observe and Terminate, figure out exactly what this Reintegration Tablet is.
Poor you, all alone. All alone and trapped, but I'm part of something greater now.
So much left to do, and say, and see.
Idem pius.
Good Luck.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Extend Ash-Hourai Victim
Regular Session with Subject/Patient --- #14
Doctor: About this relationship you've been forming with Elizabeth
Me: What about it?
D: I know you had contact with her last time you were here.
M: Yes
D: And you were getting along fine then, and when you first came
M: Yes
D: So what's changed?
M: Her opinion of it is changing.
D: How so?
M: She's started calling it almost fanatical names, like she's worshiping it.
D: And how are the others, and yourself reacting to this?
M: I don't like it, the others are agreeing, they think it's to be worshiped I think it needs to be killed
D: Right, right, I've let this go far enough this Tall Man isn't real He doesn't exist.
M: [Angrily] it, Doctor, it. it is not a man it is malice, and negativity given form, and if it doesn't exist then what happened to my friends?
D: [Soothingly] Yes, right, it, forgive me the others just prefer I refer to it as the Ta-that name.
M: Right, right.
D: Now then I feel we can move on
M: To what?
D: According to an incident report from a few days ago Elizabeth had cut herself and was saying some rather unpleasant things.
M: That happened.
D: You're response was, do you remember?
M: I punched her, trying to knock her out
D: And when the blood splattered on you?
M: Not my fault, she did it to herself, because of it, not my fault, couldn't be real, it's all a fake it's just paranoia, not my fault, but can't be real, fragile fragile all so damn fragile.
D: Jeffery! Focus!
M: [Startled] Huh? What? I-what?
D: Perhaps you should tell me more about this forest behind your house, just what kind of experiences have you had in there?
M: Just walks. Never saw anything that wasn't a bug. Heard them all the time, flashes from the perio-periph-peri
D: Peripheral?
M: Yeah, that. Deers, coyotes, foxes, squirrels, everything really.
D: Coyotes?
M: Or something, they were always just out of sight.
D: This didn't bother you?
M: A little, when I was younger, but they never did anything it just was.
D: Ever get lost?
M: All the time, but never for more than a few hours I always stumbled back onto the path, or something appeared and I followed and then I was out and whatever led me out was gone.
D: 'Something'? 'Whatever'?
M: Yeah, sometimes they were deer other times those dog-like things, squirrels, birds, whatever.
D: Every time you got lost?
M: If it was late.
D: And this isn't odd to you?
M: Got used to it.
D: Right.
[Nothing else important happens here 'regular session #15 however]
D: Are your fellows still-
M: Yes, they seem to think that's safer, and some are just.
D: And what are you doing?
M: Dissuading them reminding them it's all in their heads explaining it away.
D: And that's working coming from you?
M: Somewhat, it showed up and they started getting a little-
D: Yes, there was an incident report to that effect.
M: An incident report of it showing up?
D: No, of the extreme patients all gathering in one place in awe and terror except you and Elizabeth who were arguing and gesturing to empty air.
M: Where everyone seemed to agree it was standing.
D: Does it exist?
M: I don't know anymore.
D: it doesn't make sense, just forget, and see if you can get the others to as well.
M: Yeah, sure.
[Regular session #16]
D: Why aren't you as afraid of it as the others seem to be?
M: Because I hurt-I didn't-I maybe-stabbed it with an icicle. Was so mad, just killed the only people who would actually talk to me like a person, just grabbed at the first thing I could and stabbed. They were-weren't melting the mist burned and I stabbed it and one of the things the long things like a squid that were there but couldn't be that left a wound that can't exist. it lashed out, it hurt, it burned, it cut, I pulled the icicle back it's...goo or blood, or whatever flew off. Landed on my arm, on my face, on my everything, burned so bad. Felt something, something that's not real, can't be real, can't be. it hit me, or, or something or I lost my balance or, one minute stabbing the next against a tree. Real loud now, with the screaming, and the blood and the mist that didn't burn so bad anymore and the pumping of my heart and theirs and the animals that were everywhere and wouldn't shut up and the screaming of the trees and it there in the center of the chaos the thing that isn't can't ever be, but is. Then it was gone and they were gone, and the trees stopped screaming and the animals stopped screaming, but my heart was still hammering away, and I walked, and then doors. Was lost, lost for so long, for hours, minutes, seconds? Reporters say three days, can't be can't be, can't be, wasn't gone that long, why were there doors in a forest, where did everything go? Why? Got annoyed told them, told them to take me back, doors opened whispered horrid things, that I should just die, that everything would forever be fragile, like glass, so fragile, always doomed, always doomed to break everything to crack, and creak but never break but watch things break. Out of the forest, animals watching me deer runs out looks at me, and walks away, bleeding, burning, still can smell death and blood, and taste iron, and dirty and crying and the icicle has melted, and they're all dead, and fragile and strung up in the trees. So fragile, so fragile, so fragile. Can't have happened, didn't happen, not, not, not.
(Here Doctor [REDACTED] forced a pill down Subject/Patient ---'s throat in an attempt to help him calm down. He displayed a rather violent reaction immediately retching before vomiting into the office's trash-bin, oddly this seems to have helped him regain his focus)
M:[Weakly] I...I apologize, that was all, all a fantasy to hide whatever truth exists in this head of mine obviously, but it won't be coming out today I think.
D: Yes, we will call this meeting done for today. See you next time.
M: Yeah.
Sealed document:
Subject/Patient --- continues to espouse his desire to kill the Recurring Problem, and has talked some of the lesser cases down into a more stable state of mind where they can be convinced it truly is nothing, however the more extreme cases such as Elizabeth [REDACTED] must be dealt with in slightly more extreme measures, hypno therapy and gentle nudging can create memories surely they, with some assistance can erase or suppress them as well. The 'leader' of the cult-fanatics Elizabeth [REDACTED] shall be the first test subject, Subject/Patient --- shall be the last circumstances permitting, his dissuasion and Elizabeth's removal from leadership should have a beneficial effect for all.
Signed and Sealed
[INFORMATION PURGED]
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I suppose it should be obvious since these documents are 'sealed' but it's becoming increasingly obvious that I am really not supposed to have these papers. I've also run a check on the staff registry, the Doctor who gave me these papers isn't on the staff registry, the actual Doctor who I was supposed to meet called and informed me that he had been attacked and someone had replaced him. I have since met him and obtained the 'official' documents. They match mostly, but the 'official' ones have a bunch of stuff either added or removed from the ones I received on my initial visit. The 'official' ones aren't the ones I've been posting, so what do you all say, is this realistic enough or am I being led astray by someone? If the initial paperwork is the real-deal I'm very lucky this blog and gmail account is under a false name, they probably aren't keeping that close an eye on someone who's been 'sane' for 6 years.
Other consequences of these papers being real: me and Elizabeth met in a mental hospital, she introduced me to it, it led me to her, her sudden defect to it's side wasn't so 'sudden' after all. Also....no shouldn't even think that until I get some theories on the validity of the reality in these pages.
Oh, and I haven't said this lately, and I really should be:
To everyone
Good luck, and give it hell.
Doctor: About this relationship you've been forming with Elizabeth
Me: What about it?
D: I know you had contact with her last time you were here.
M: Yes
D: And you were getting along fine then, and when you first came
M: Yes
D: So what's changed?
M: Her opinion of it is changing.
D: How so?
M: She's started calling it almost fanatical names, like she's worshiping it.
D: And how are the others, and yourself reacting to this?
M: I don't like it, the others are agreeing, they think it's to be worshiped I think it needs to be killed
D: Right, right, I've let this go far enough this Tall Man isn't real He doesn't exist.
M: [Angrily] it, Doctor, it. it is not a man it is malice, and negativity given form, and if it doesn't exist then what happened to my friends?
D: [Soothingly] Yes, right, it, forgive me the others just prefer I refer to it as the Ta-that name.
M: Right, right.
D: Now then I feel we can move on
M: To what?
D: According to an incident report from a few days ago Elizabeth had cut herself and was saying some rather unpleasant things.
M: That happened.
D: You're response was, do you remember?
M: I punched her, trying to knock her out
D: And when the blood splattered on you?
M: Not my fault, she did it to herself, because of it, not my fault, couldn't be real, it's all a fake it's just paranoia, not my fault, but can't be real, fragile fragile all so damn fragile.
D: Jeffery! Focus!
M: [Startled] Huh? What? I-what?
D: Perhaps you should tell me more about this forest behind your house, just what kind of experiences have you had in there?
M: Just walks. Never saw anything that wasn't a bug. Heard them all the time, flashes from the perio-periph-peri
D: Peripheral?
M: Yeah, that. Deers, coyotes, foxes, squirrels, everything really.
D: Coyotes?
M: Or something, they were always just out of sight.
D: This didn't bother you?
M: A little, when I was younger, but they never did anything it just was.
D: Ever get lost?
M: All the time, but never for more than a few hours I always stumbled back onto the path, or something appeared and I followed and then I was out and whatever led me out was gone.
D: 'Something'? 'Whatever'?
M: Yeah, sometimes they were deer other times those dog-like things, squirrels, birds, whatever.
D: Every time you got lost?
M: If it was late.
D: And this isn't odd to you?
M: Got used to it.
D: Right.
[Nothing else important happens here 'regular session #15 however]
D: Are your fellows still-
M: Yes, they seem to think that's safer, and some are just.
D: And what are you doing?
M: Dissuading them reminding them it's all in their heads explaining it away.
D: And that's working coming from you?
M: Somewhat, it showed up and they started getting a little-
D: Yes, there was an incident report to that effect.
M: An incident report of it showing up?
D: No, of the extreme patients all gathering in one place in awe and terror except you and Elizabeth who were arguing and gesturing to empty air.
M: Where everyone seemed to agree it was standing.
D: Does it exist?
M: I don't know anymore.
D: it doesn't make sense, just forget, and see if you can get the others to as well.
M: Yeah, sure.
[Regular session #16]
D: Why aren't you as afraid of it as the others seem to be?
M: Because I hurt-I didn't-I maybe-stabbed it with an icicle. Was so mad, just killed the only people who would actually talk to me like a person, just grabbed at the first thing I could and stabbed. They were-weren't melting the mist burned and I stabbed it and one of the things the long things like a squid that were there but couldn't be that left a wound that can't exist. it lashed out, it hurt, it burned, it cut, I pulled the icicle back it's...goo or blood, or whatever flew off. Landed on my arm, on my face, on my everything, burned so bad. Felt something, something that's not real, can't be real, can't be. it hit me, or, or something or I lost my balance or, one minute stabbing the next against a tree. Real loud now, with the screaming, and the blood and the mist that didn't burn so bad anymore and the pumping of my heart and theirs and the animals that were everywhere and wouldn't shut up and the screaming of the trees and it there in the center of the chaos the thing that isn't can't ever be, but is. Then it was gone and they were gone, and the trees stopped screaming and the animals stopped screaming, but my heart was still hammering away, and I walked, and then doors. Was lost, lost for so long, for hours, minutes, seconds? Reporters say three days, can't be can't be, can't be, wasn't gone that long, why were there doors in a forest, where did everything go? Why? Got annoyed told them, told them to take me back, doors opened whispered horrid things, that I should just die, that everything would forever be fragile, like glass, so fragile, always doomed, always doomed to break everything to crack, and creak but never break but watch things break. Out of the forest, animals watching me deer runs out looks at me, and walks away, bleeding, burning, still can smell death and blood, and taste iron, and dirty and crying and the icicle has melted, and they're all dead, and fragile and strung up in the trees. So fragile, so fragile, so fragile. Can't have happened, didn't happen, not, not, not.
(Here Doctor [REDACTED] forced a pill down Subject/Patient ---'s throat in an attempt to help him calm down. He displayed a rather violent reaction immediately retching before vomiting into the office's trash-bin, oddly this seems to have helped him regain his focus)
M:[Weakly] I...I apologize, that was all, all a fantasy to hide whatever truth exists in this head of mine obviously, but it won't be coming out today I think.
D: Yes, we will call this meeting done for today. See you next time.
M: Yeah.
Sealed document:
Subject/Patient --- continues to espouse his desire to kill the Recurring Problem, and has talked some of the lesser cases down into a more stable state of mind where they can be convinced it truly is nothing, however the more extreme cases such as Elizabeth [REDACTED] must be dealt with in slightly more extreme measures, hypno therapy and gentle nudging can create memories surely they, with some assistance can erase or suppress them as well. The 'leader' of the cult-fanatics Elizabeth [REDACTED] shall be the first test subject, Subject/Patient --- shall be the last circumstances permitting, his dissuasion and Elizabeth's removal from leadership should have a beneficial effect for all.
Signed and Sealed
[INFORMATION PURGED]
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I suppose it should be obvious since these documents are 'sealed' but it's becoming increasingly obvious that I am really not supposed to have these papers. I've also run a check on the staff registry, the Doctor who gave me these papers isn't on the staff registry, the actual Doctor who I was supposed to meet called and informed me that he had been attacked and someone had replaced him. I have since met him and obtained the 'official' documents. They match mostly, but the 'official' ones have a bunch of stuff either added or removed from the ones I received on my initial visit. The 'official' ones aren't the ones I've been posting, so what do you all say, is this realistic enough or am I being led astray by someone? If the initial paperwork is the real-deal I'm very lucky this blog and gmail account is under a false name, they probably aren't keeping that close an eye on someone who's been 'sane' for 6 years.
Other consequences of these papers being real: me and Elizabeth met in a mental hospital, she introduced me to it, it led me to her, her sudden defect to it's side wasn't so 'sudden' after all. Also....no shouldn't even think that until I get some theories on the validity of the reality in these pages.
Oh, and I haven't said this lately, and I really should be:
To everyone
Good luck, and give it hell.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Reset
A happy new year to all! To those who returned welcome back, the story hasn't quite ended yet, has it? "Fragile" "Elizabeth" that "forest" there are still many threads left to burn away to get to the truth.
To the lost sheep, the silent watchers, and the silent watcher as well
Good Luck
"So that my deepest prayer reaches
Today as well I continue to sing
Searching for the answers that are right here
Please kindly tell me
All the (x) reset"
To the lost sheep, the silent watchers, and the silent watcher as well
Good Luck
"So that my deepest prayer reaches
Today as well I continue to sing
Searching for the answers that are right here
Please kindly tell me
All the (x) reset"
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Oh, Christmas Tree
Madness from 3:00 am
Oh, Christmas Tree
Oh, Christmas Tree
How you scared me
When I walked by you at night
Your shadow in the moonlight
Oh, Christmas Tree
Oh, Christmas Tree
How I wish you didn`t remind me.
Keep warm everyone and (as always)
Good Luck
Oh, Christmas Tree
Oh, Christmas Tree
How you scared me
When I walked by you at night
Your shadow in the moonlight
Oh, Christmas Tree
Oh, Christmas Tree
How I wish you didn`t remind me.
Keep warm everyone and (as always)
Good Luck
Thursday, December 9, 2010
See of no cares
The blogs are empty except H(a)unting which is just message "tellthemwhatyousee". Can't even see my own damn blog, or the comments, on anything. Fuck! Excuse spelling mistakes here guys cant even see the wordss I'm typing, least I can hwear the keys clicking so it should be showing up. Other than that vision is fije which is more irriating its not impeding on my life or even trying to takei t anymore just stopping me from interferring . Checked on other computers, made sure to delete the history and hide what I was lpooking at, it's a 'me' issue not a computer one Paranormal Log'sd player is working fine not tht I can see it but at 'least it means my ears aren't being screwed withto. I kjnow it's pointless cause I won't see it, but if you have words leave a comment I'm, not planning on letting this keep me downm, no I'll be back. Now to do what it wants me to:
a life wirthout it, a save lifew, a life I'm willing to throw away to save others.
Good Luck
Edit: can still see one blog perfectly I'd love to sing an Aria for an oversight.
a life wirthout it, a save lifew, a life I'm willing to throw away to save others.
Good Luck
Edit: can still see one blog perfectly I'd love to sing an Aria for an oversight.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Introducing Me
Still a song's title, from a terrible narm-filled movie with a downer ending, song's kind of amusing though, and a perfect title for this post.
Elle...Elizabeth mentioned back in the post she made along with this blog that there's a lot I haven't told you. Well, that's true, you guys know, like nothing about me so here we go rapid-style. I like bad movies and good movies for completely opposite reasons. I'm 19 and my birthday's so late in the year I might not live to see my 20th, and yes this scares me, and made me cry. I've never killed anyone before this madness came to my doorstep, but I've come close, I used to have a nasty temper. I had quite a few friends in high school but I'm out of contact with them now, they're the ones who taught me martial arts, how to fight with a knife, and such. I've been doing the climbing and parkour since I was about 9. I've never had a bad experience in the woods, got lost a lot, but was never attacked and was never lost for more than a few hours. I'm pretty shy and quiet in person. Never been officially diagnosed with anything, doesn't mean I'm not insane in some way, pretty much have to be to throw myself into this.
Things that scare me: Nuclear war, Mutual Assured Destruction...comforting. Hard to think of anything after that, I guess seeing someone ripped apart in front of me would be pretty scary, but it'd probably just make me mad. Being buried alive, there's a certain scene in Kill Bill and two episode of CSI that kill me every time. Used to be scared of burning alive...'till last night, kinda had to face my fear right there and then. it, I am scared of it, I'm scared of the possibility that there's more than one of it, I'm scared that I've drawn the ire of the 'internet' it and may draw the 'Canadian' one towards me as well, assuming they are separate and not just cosmetic differences. Regardless of that fear though I'm going to continue on this path I've chosen.
The titles were nothing but a way to show I was an ally to the Fighters, then an affirmation of self, but it seems they're dropping out of use, just as well, what's in a name? That there's been so many Elizabeth's or Jeff's involved isn't surprising they're common names. Still going to refer to Nightcrawler's group as the Templars though, more as a backhanded insult then anything else. it is still not going to be capitalized even when grammatically correct, if it is a monster of our collective fear than continuing to use 'it' is denying it power, and if it's not...makes me feel better.
Things have been pretty quiet lately, might see a pick up in action on Sunday.
Good Luck.
PS: I really do love the sound of violins.
Elle...Elizabeth mentioned back in the post she made along with this blog that there's a lot I haven't told you. Well, that's true, you guys know, like nothing about me so here we go rapid-style. I like bad movies and good movies for completely opposite reasons. I'm 19 and my birthday's so late in the year I might not live to see my 20th, and yes this scares me, and made me cry. I've never killed anyone before this madness came to my doorstep, but I've come close, I used to have a nasty temper. I had quite a few friends in high school but I'm out of contact with them now, they're the ones who taught me martial arts, how to fight with a knife, and such. I've been doing the climbing and parkour since I was about 9. I've never had a bad experience in the woods, got lost a lot, but was never attacked and was never lost for more than a few hours. I'm pretty shy and quiet in person. Never been officially diagnosed with anything, doesn't mean I'm not insane in some way, pretty much have to be to throw myself into this.
Things that scare me: Nuclear war, Mutual Assured Destruction...comforting. Hard to think of anything after that, I guess seeing someone ripped apart in front of me would be pretty scary, but it'd probably just make me mad. Being buried alive, there's a certain scene in Kill Bill and two episode of CSI that kill me every time. Used to be scared of burning alive...'till last night, kinda had to face my fear right there and then. it, I am scared of it, I'm scared of the possibility that there's more than one of it, I'm scared that I've drawn the ire of the 'internet' it and may draw the 'Canadian' one towards me as well, assuming they are separate and not just cosmetic differences. Regardless of that fear though I'm going to continue on this path I've chosen.
The titles were nothing but a way to show I was an ally to the Fighters, then an affirmation of self, but it seems they're dropping out of use, just as well, what's in a name? That there's been so many Elizabeth's or Jeff's involved isn't surprising they're common names. Still going to refer to Nightcrawler's group as the Templars though, more as a backhanded insult then anything else. it is still not going to be capitalized even when grammatically correct, if it is a monster of our collective fear than continuing to use 'it' is denying it power, and if it's not...makes me feel better.
Things have been pretty quiet lately, might see a pick up in action on Sunday.
Good Luck.
PS: I really do love the sound of violins.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Level 5 Judgelight
Rock quarries are awesome. When they're not in use they're usually deserted making them a good place to party, or whatever. Usually they're sealed off, but not for the one near my house, which I use both as a place to practice free running/parkour and rock climbing. Since roots would interfere the surrounding forest was trimmed, an open field fraught with dangers, that I know like the back of my hand, and thats where I was after I ate a large supper. In theory I was trying to give myself as much energy as possible, but I may have just seriously thought I was going to die, and wanted a big final meal. There are two major sites separated by a bottleneck path. I didn't go unprepared I had rigged the place as best I could and brought every weapon I had, no fancy guns or claymores(how did illusions set off mines anyway?), did have the shotgun, hunting knife, combat knife, another knife I bought on impulse 'cause it looked cool, 7 inches though so it came in handy, a self-made bo staff, a metal baseball bat, and some darts. With the exception of the combat knife, and the darts I borrowed, I had all of these before I read about it, I'm not a crazy survivalist, just have a thing for weapons.
Wasn't wearing 'proper' winter clothes instead I tripled up on everything but socks. Baggy easy to remove outermost layer, that disguised where my limbs were, the other two layers were closer fitting. Darts were in a belt pack, and had the hunting and combat knives were with me to. Bo was placed somewhere so when I took it 'd cause a landslide dropping pursers down a not insignificant distance. Shotgun was hidden in a shed with only one easily missable entrance longest knife was there to, bat was hidden in one of the piles of rocks, only hidden weapon in site 1. Didn't bring a watch, but when the Husks showed up they showed up in force.
Didn't have time to count, I was on the run immediately, scrambling up sides as fast I could, reached the top first, used the darts to take out their eyes or their hands as they climbed, missed a lot but still useful. Kept running when they got too close, heard more than a few miss jumps and drop, didn't need to look to know it was far enough to break legs if not outright kill them. One came from an unexpected angle, smarter, faster than I was used to, almost fell to my own death, ironically enough it was a root from a missed, or neglected tree that I grabbed onto, got my footing and moved back down to the base.
A few were there, got a few cuts, but the baggy clothes did their job, nothing worse than a few nicks. Made sure to avoid blunt weapons, and head wounds in particular, didn't need broken bones or have to start worrying about whether I had a concussion. Went on like this for a long while me running scrambling up and down rock piles, and apparently unclimbable walls, throwing down rocks and darts and my pursuers, taking a few out with the knives, and a few times the bat before I had to chuck it to climb up again, at the lower levels. A few scary situations when the rock piles collapsed before I expected them to, worse for the Husks since they were still climbing them, or at the bottom of them.
Site 2 was much of the same, but with more planned rockslides, more Husks falling into unseen holes, or slipping on frost-covered rock, until I was forced into the shed. I felt it first, a horrible gut-twisting sensation that set all my senses off, got blasted with white noise and I smelt something awful. Then the shed caught on fire, then I inexplicably calmed down. it was there, and it set off my fear receptors, and my animal instinct to run, but I calmed down. In retrospect my reasoning was pretty simple.'it's here, in open combat and its trying to kill me, this is what it has make it through this and I'm fine I'll be fine'. Too simple, but combat tends to simplify your thought processes. Anyway, that one opening was through an apparently locked window, no axes so they had to try to get me through the window, they broke it and tried climbing in, so obviously they weren't that smart. Figure they must have been trying to keep me pinned so the fire'd get me, had a different plan, grabbed shells in between attacks and stuffed them into the pack, darts were pretty much all gone anyway.
Had to keep low, almost missed my chance, the shed was placed on a steel platform because the ground beneath it was gouged out, so there was one side they couldn't possibly be surrounding. Wall made of wood had been weakened, shot the damn thing right out and made an obvious break for the bottleneck path back to site 1. Was lightly burned from convection, ditched the baggy clothes and put 'em between me and the steel floor, they were burning by the time I got out, trapped animals make mistakes. The faster ones followed, saw me chuck the shotgun to the top and got cocky, scaled up and got the bo, too close for them to avoid, down they went, good thing I wasn't trapped.
Got the shotgun and made the real break, and there it was tentacles out, just standing there being scary, daring me to try and get past it, three knives a bo staff and a shotgun. The only ones left were the smart and agile making it up the cliff with not quite my speed but too fast, might have been able to hold them, but not with it standing there a silent unending pressure on my back. Fear bubbled up as I realized I didn't want to die, not now when I still didn't know so many people's fates and as the fear almost took over a survival instinct took over. A focusing method, singing, used it to push away fear when I was younger, or anxiety before doing something in front of an audience. So I walked past it quietly singing focusing on the words and the tune and the melody and hitting the notes. Don't know why it didn't attack, maybe it still can't go after someone that directly when they're not afraid? Not going to assume it was the song itself, or that it was something special about me, just a moment of insanity that happened to work, hell maybe it was just surprised someone would actually just walk by it, or maybe it was just an illusion meant to make me turn back.
Doesn't matter, made it. Attack stopped, had a long walk back, grabbed anything that was on the ground. Bodies were there, checked back in the morning, gone but there were some bloodstains. Had someone house-sitting, told em not to let anyone in except me, they said they had a quiet night, but the bloodstains on the snow says otherwise. They didn't ask why I was bruised, dirty, burned, bleeding, and carrying an armory, but did insist I have a cold bath. They invited themselves over for the night, but have since left, not knowing anything, and hopefully not involved in this in any way, will be keeping my eyes on them.
Seems things went pretty well for everyone else last night as well, so much for destroying the Fighters last night. Hope Will makes it to Fizz, and that everyone can get some rest tonight, but I'm not banking on it.
Good luck everyone.
Wasn't wearing 'proper' winter clothes instead I tripled up on everything but socks. Baggy easy to remove outermost layer, that disguised where my limbs were, the other two layers were closer fitting. Darts were in a belt pack, and had the hunting and combat knives were with me to. Bo was placed somewhere so when I took it 'd cause a landslide dropping pursers down a not insignificant distance. Shotgun was hidden in a shed with only one easily missable entrance longest knife was there to, bat was hidden in one of the piles of rocks, only hidden weapon in site 1. Didn't bring a watch, but when the Husks showed up they showed up in force.
Didn't have time to count, I was on the run immediately, scrambling up sides as fast I could, reached the top first, used the darts to take out their eyes or their hands as they climbed, missed a lot but still useful. Kept running when they got too close, heard more than a few miss jumps and drop, didn't need to look to know it was far enough to break legs if not outright kill them. One came from an unexpected angle, smarter, faster than I was used to, almost fell to my own death, ironically enough it was a root from a missed, or neglected tree that I grabbed onto, got my footing and moved back down to the base.
A few were there, got a few cuts, but the baggy clothes did their job, nothing worse than a few nicks. Made sure to avoid blunt weapons, and head wounds in particular, didn't need broken bones or have to start worrying about whether I had a concussion. Went on like this for a long while me running scrambling up and down rock piles, and apparently unclimbable walls, throwing down rocks and darts and my pursuers, taking a few out with the knives, and a few times the bat before I had to chuck it to climb up again, at the lower levels. A few scary situations when the rock piles collapsed before I expected them to, worse for the Husks since they were still climbing them, or at the bottom of them.
Site 2 was much of the same, but with more planned rockslides, more Husks falling into unseen holes, or slipping on frost-covered rock, until I was forced into the shed. I felt it first, a horrible gut-twisting sensation that set all my senses off, got blasted with white noise and I smelt something awful. Then the shed caught on fire, then I inexplicably calmed down. it was there, and it set off my fear receptors, and my animal instinct to run, but I calmed down. In retrospect my reasoning was pretty simple.'it's here, in open combat and its trying to kill me, this is what it has make it through this and I'm fine I'll be fine'. Too simple, but combat tends to simplify your thought processes. Anyway, that one opening was through an apparently locked window, no axes so they had to try to get me through the window, they broke it and tried climbing in, so obviously they weren't that smart. Figure they must have been trying to keep me pinned so the fire'd get me, had a different plan, grabbed shells in between attacks and stuffed them into the pack, darts were pretty much all gone anyway.
Had to keep low, almost missed my chance, the shed was placed on a steel platform because the ground beneath it was gouged out, so there was one side they couldn't possibly be surrounding. Wall made of wood had been weakened, shot the damn thing right out and made an obvious break for the bottleneck path back to site 1. Was lightly burned from convection, ditched the baggy clothes and put 'em between me and the steel floor, they were burning by the time I got out, trapped animals make mistakes. The faster ones followed, saw me chuck the shotgun to the top and got cocky, scaled up and got the bo, too close for them to avoid, down they went, good thing I wasn't trapped.
Got the shotgun and made the real break, and there it was tentacles out, just standing there being scary, daring me to try and get past it, three knives a bo staff and a shotgun. The only ones left were the smart and agile making it up the cliff with not quite my speed but too fast, might have been able to hold them, but not with it standing there a silent unending pressure on my back. Fear bubbled up as I realized I didn't want to die, not now when I still didn't know so many people's fates and as the fear almost took over a survival instinct took over. A focusing method, singing, used it to push away fear when I was younger, or anxiety before doing something in front of an audience. So I walked past it quietly singing focusing on the words and the tune and the melody and hitting the notes. Don't know why it didn't attack, maybe it still can't go after someone that directly when they're not afraid? Not going to assume it was the song itself, or that it was something special about me, just a moment of insanity that happened to work, hell maybe it was just surprised someone would actually just walk by it, or maybe it was just an illusion meant to make me turn back.
Doesn't matter, made it. Attack stopped, had a long walk back, grabbed anything that was on the ground. Bodies were there, checked back in the morning, gone but there were some bloodstains. Had someone house-sitting, told em not to let anyone in except me, they said they had a quiet night, but the bloodstains on the snow says otherwise. They didn't ask why I was bruised, dirty, burned, bleeding, and carrying an armory, but did insist I have a cold bath. They invited themselves over for the night, but have since left, not knowing anything, and hopefully not involved in this in any way, will be keeping my eyes on them.
Seems things went pretty well for everyone else last night as well, so much for destroying the Fighters last night. Hope Will makes it to Fizz, and that everyone can get some rest tonight, but I'm not banking on it.
Good luck everyone.
No Buts!
Haven't done a proper blog sweep yet but it seems Nessa's safe with Fizz, which is awesome, but it seems Zero's doubting the validity of these attacks and our survival. Well Zero if you're reading this I'll be honest: every goddamn day when I was separated from all this, by not being attacked, by country boundaries, trying to stay upbeat and helpful, even refining my poor social skills to better facilitate that. Perfecting filtering my thoughts into a more 'stable' looking form. All while fearing I'd be blown off or unable to help anyone, goddamn it, I'm a nothing in a nothing offshoot of a nothing town I have all of two one friend 'cause I'm so strange. I used to stay up all night shivering in fear that everything was for nothing and almost gave up, almost walked away so many goddamn times, it sure would've been better for my mental health.
Now though? Now I can proudly say I'm fighting along with everyone else, its my pride and my strength, I'm not afraid because if its paying attention to me with everyone else I'm a threat, that fear of being unable to save anyone is gone. That desire to save others is what pushes me to do what I do, yes even the killing, even that will weigh down my soul one day, when this is over and I'll question whether I could have saved them, but right now, every one I fell is one more that won't touch anyone else. It can only threaten my own life at this point, if I go down it won't be with fear but with pride that I've thinned its ranks, and made it play the defense for once.
I was attacked last night, big time, I'll check on everyone else's condition before posting about it, 9:48 here.
"Shout out! Now, there is no other path to advance down
Your chest is unreliable, so strike out with your heart
Misfortune made you realize happiness
If you overcome it you'll see happiness
So go right away
No Buts!"
Now though? Now I can proudly say I'm fighting along with everyone else, its my pride and my strength, I'm not afraid because if its paying attention to me with everyone else I'm a threat, that fear of being unable to save anyone is gone. That desire to save others is what pushes me to do what I do, yes even the killing, even that will weigh down my soul one day, when this is over and I'll question whether I could have saved them, but right now, every one I fell is one more that won't touch anyone else. It can only threaten my own life at this point, if I go down it won't be with fear but with pride that I've thinned its ranks, and made it play the defense for once.
I was attacked last night, big time, I'll check on everyone else's condition before posting about it, 9:48 here.
"Shout out! Now, there is no other path to advance down
Your chest is unreliable, so strike out with your heart
Misfortune made you realize happiness
If you overcome it you'll see happiness
So go right away
No Buts!"
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