Runner Post 58/96

I got home. My girlfriend is okay. Her name is Penelope. We met in 8th grade. My leg's not broken that was a meatphor.

The Slendermen all left me alone. I guess I'll go to the athroom now to say hi to my peeps lol. :D

OH FUCK WHO ARE YOU

"hellobillyIamtheFearedOneIamgoingtokillyouunlessyouagreetobemyproxy"

AAAHHHHH

"shutyourstupidmouth"

If I became your proxy? Will you make it all go away?

"i'llshowyoubloodandinvisiblestressandbranchesdescendingintochaoticanarchy"

"i'llshowyou"

No please! I don't want to be a proxy! I'm a Runner! I'm running from the Slendermen!

"IamtheSlendermannowbemyproxy"

"andsoBillyEverybloggerdied"

Runner Post 57/96 Chapter 9 part one

So after the rubble had cleared, I took my bloody crowbar and dragged my broken leg out of there. I had too much to worry about. What was that The Feared One was saying about my girlfriend? I had to get out of there fast, I had to find out if she was okay. I had to stop the Maskies.

But that required getting out of there, which meant I had to fix my broken leg somehow. I was much too far from home.

C'mon you goddamn leg, I said to it. I lifted it up and hit it with my bleeding fist. More blood came out. I hit it again. Bood. Hit it again. More and more more blood. No matter how many times I hit it ike I saw in the movies nothing would happen.

And that's when I realized life wasn't like the movies or any of that fiction. I had to be myself. I had to support myself on my own weight.

So I sucked up the pain and stood right up and limped out of there, newfund courage swirling in my veins.

I am a badass.

Runner Post 56/96 Chapter 8 part five

The Fight

The fight

I'll write it later

Runner Post 55/96 Chapter 8 part four (In Which I Encounter A Brand New Slenderman)

I was walking along on the way to the bank, my first job ever, when I saw this film crew outside my house. They were filming I dunno some kind of porno or something, and I was totally in on the action, but before I could even say "Hey" the clouds above our heads (they were there) started to split.

Out of the heavens reigned a Brand New Slenderman. His eyes were lightning, his fists were made of metal, he wore a long flowing coat, and he had a Mexican wrestlermask on.

He cackled. His hair was clouds. With one look at the film crew he made them explode into dusts of vomit. One of

One of those was pregnant, I shouted!

"Do you think I care in the long run little matters? I am"

Who are you?

"I am The Feared One. Slenderman of Fear, Dreams and Sleep and Fear."

But. But that's the name of my blog! I had a crowbar in my hand and was ready to swing.

"Do you think I care in the short run long matters? I am not"

I am not in the mood for this, I shrieked. And then I leapt. But The Feared One meerly snapped his golden fingers and we entered another Dimension.

I will descript the fight in the next post.

Runner Post 54/96: Chapter 8 part three

fuck it

Runner Post 53/96: Chapter 8 part two (Vlog!)

I finally decided to set up a video series to document these strange happenings in my life. You can find my channel at this link right here but I'll be posting the videos here too just because that is how social media networking works.

Right now, there are two videos showing me and my friends and the weird ass-shit that happens.

This is the introduction to my channel, for those who stumble upon my channel and don't know who I am. I want them to know who I am. I also want them to know what is happenign to me.

And here is the first entry. It speaks for itself, because even though this stuff is real I am a good cinematographist. I studied under Bach.

Runner Post 52/96: Chapter 8 part one (Declaration of Slenderpendence)

I was at home and the mailman came by (that's Frenchish for "world," fun fact) and gave me a big pile of papers so I took a picture with my camera.

I am now going to transpose the text onto the screen for your reading eyes.

THE DECLARATION OF SLENDERPENDENCE

by Slender Hancock

We the beings of an eldritch nation, in order to form an even more eldritch nation, do so solemnly swear, upon the Mother of Snakes, to give each and every one of us eldritch beings an eldritch bill of rights.

Unless subjected to litigation, every eldritch being has the undeniable right to:

• Eldritchosity or, the state of being an eldritch being
• A fancy dress code
• A law degree
• Extensive editing software for, the purpose of adding "glitch"-like special effects on other people's videos
• A YouTube account
• Liturgy for, the purpose of gaining followers who we can teach the art of video editing so they may follow in the style of classic Slenderist filmmaker Brian Thomas after an intensive editing course and after they have published their master's thesis on the subject
• A teaching degree for, the purpose of better pursuing the prior right
• A lifetime supply of WiFi hotspot-enabled portable computers for, the purpose of littering them around the world for bloggers to be able to find and conveniently blog from no matter the circumstance
• Google's agreement to give we the eldritch beings as many blogs as we want for, the purpose of putting on all the aforementioned WiFi hotspot-enabled portable computers the new blog on the "New Post" option

a) as well as, to install unto every new blog the most default of blog layouts, preferably "Awesome Inc."'s default layout

• Diplomatic immunity from, any assuredly unrelated deaths that might happen to bloggers within our vicinity when we're angry
• The complete works of Howard Lovecraft for, the purpose of studying to better troll the bloggers who seem to read his works and only his works
• Press charges against any blogger who wrongfully labels us as being in the Slender Man Mythos or vice versa without full knowledge of the appropriate legal nomenclature
• Press charges against any blogger who brings up:

a) the Periwinkle incident
b) the original slender man posts on the Something Awful forums, on the behalf of Victor Surge
c) any connection between The Archangel and hugs
d) the eldritch being who shall not be named
e) any trope bearing resemblance to the "Mister Charles" phenomenon, unless properly instructed on the art of literature
f) the possibility of besting an eldritch being at either Guitar Hero or Rock Band

• A hacking degree for, the purpose of removing any possibility of selected bloggers simply Googling "The Fear Mythos"
• Post in OOG Fear Mythos locations for, the purpose of trolling the users to make them think we're a blogger who takes immersion too seriously 

a) or for, the purpose of continuing our collective writing career under the unified pen name "alliterator"
b) or for, the purpose of continuing our collective writing career under the unified pen name "DJay32"
c) or for, the purpose of continuing our collective writing career under the unified pen name "Omega"
d) or for, the purpose of continuing our collective writing career under the unified pen name "Phobos"
e) or for, the purpose of continuing our collective writing career under the unified pen name "ZacksQuest"
f) or for, the purpose of continuing our collective film career under the unified pen name "Salvatore Haran"

• A degree in literature for, the purpose of better pursuing the prior right stipulations
• A degree in film for, the purpose of better pursuing the prior right stipulation
• Lie about how many of us there are and/or the exact extent of our powers

/- except where lying about how many of us there are and/or the exact extent of our powers would be to commit perjury

• Lie about the definition of "eldritch"

/- except where lying about the definition of "eldritch" would be to commit perjury

• Troll the shit out of Billy Everyblogger
• Troll the shit out of proxiehunter
• Troll the shit out of the entire population of the Somniverse and all subsets
• File restraining orders on any bloggers fully versed in their country's respective legal system
• A lifetime supply of Vanilla Coke

We the eldritch beings reserve the right to reserve each and every right on here.

In Fear, We Trust.

Runner Post 51/96 Chapter 7 part three

I'm posting from in jail. I think I've done too much screwing around this past few months. I think it's about time that I go back to work on stopping the Slendermen or the Obamas or whatever it was that I said I'd do when I started this blog. Wasn't I on the run or something? I honestly can't remember. Hopefully somebody will just show up and we can have a badass fight and that'll fix everything, or maybe if I'm really lucky, an old man will leave his dying will to me and it will consist of a journal and/or some tapes on which I can find some clues to whatever mystery it is I'm supposed to be solving.

I dunno. Or maybe I'll just sit here for another few months. Either way, hi I'm back.

Runner Post 50/96 Chapter 7 part FIFTIETH POST

I'm home from work! Oh yeah, I got a job today at the CIA. I can't post about what I've been working on or they'll throw me in the slammer for mutiny, but I can say that there are some pretty pretty ladies there in the CIA building today. Really pretty. Like so pretty I'm wondering if maybe actually they're Slendermen in disguise, trying to intercept my work on preventing the fall of the multiverse. I'll have to go in tomorrow with a gun and shoot them all, mass execution-style, or else I will never be able to stay sane again.

I'm edgy.

Runner Post 49/96 Chapter 7 part one

Hi I'm back.

Runner Post 48/96 Chapter 6 part twenty

I can't...... I can't take it anymore. They've.... run me dry. I can't post in this blog anymore, it's too much....... it's too much effort. My social life.... is nonexistent anymore..... all because of this damn fucking blog. I can't take it anymore! You look at me, you make me post so much, I can't keep it up! And I have to post about such crazy stuff! I can't do it anymore! You have pushed the last straw. But no more. Today, I end this. Today, I shut down this blog and end this Godotforsaken thriller ride before it takes up any more of my time!

So to you, you exhausting and needy blog, I say Goodbye and
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Runner Post 47/96 Chapter 6 part nineteen

I'm home from Martial Arts Class! Today I'm going to talk to you about Jesus. brb

Runner Post 46/96 Chapter 6 part eighteen

Here are some of my favourite blogs:
A Fly on the Wall
A Light in Darkness Shines
A Realm of Emptiness
A writer's last attempts
Abnormaldiversity
Abraham's Men
An Old Man's Winter Night
And When The Sky Was Opened
B-Movie Monsters
Begin the Case study
Benefits
Blank Space
brighter than a spoon
Built For Two
Capricious Reflection
Case Studies
Chain Mail
CHANNEL FEAR
childhood story's
Chronicles of the DL-4533 Incident
CITY OF SINOPIA
Clawing at the Mind
Combination Pizza Hut & Taco Bell
Confessions of Fear
Continuity Glue
Cornucopia of Boredom
Crack In The Ice
Curiouser and Curiouser
Dark Chao Adventures
Deep In Their Eyes
Detective Grimoire
DogScape
Down and Out in the City of the Dead
Eccentrically Bored
Eldritch Hamsters
Encyclopedia Slenderia
Errata Security
Every Tale is True
Faces, Strange and Secret
Fearblog of Fear, Dreams and Sleep and Fear
Fear City
Fear High
Fears of the Man: Rapture 2011
Finger-Steepling and Sharks
For the Glory of the Band
Hidden in the Trees
Hidden Triumphant
High School Never Ends
Howling in the Dark
Hugs From The Archangel
In Memorium
In Tenebris
In the Garden of Desolation
In The Shuffling Madness
Ink
Ink Pad
Jordan Eats Normally Now
Journal's Journal
Labyrinth of None
Learning the Ropes
Let's Get Additives
Life by Clockwork
LOURDES IS DEAD
Luster Of The Dark Jewel
Magical Whispering
Memoirs for Breakfast
Mephi
Metaphorgotten
Metaphysical Fiction
My life from here.
New Amateur Paranormal Taskforce
Nightsongs
Not To Touch The Earth
Notes From the Condemned
Notes from the Underground
NumberJenn's Blog
Observations of Possibilities
On Seeking Asylum
Once There Was
one thousand and one nightmares
Ontological
Out of the Spent and Unconsidered Earth
Owls sleeping in the clouds
Paranoia: A Manifesto
Penny Dropped
Pest Control
Phantasmagorical
Phobos' Over the Top OOG Blog
Picking at Ruins
Pig-Fish
PLAN 31: CLOSE ENCOUNTER OF THE SOCK KIND
PLAN 31: RISE OF MCFEAR
Portal to Desolation
Progression Enhanced
PROJECT EXE
Psychopompos
Pyre for the Heart
Redirecting a Volcano
ruin the sky
Seann Reads
Secret Mysteries
Snowball in Hell
Something Generic
Sound of Silence
Still Remains Within
Storytale
Stuck In The Doorway
stuff what I wrote*
Suzie Carr - Enjoying Life
Take the Myth
Tap Dat App™
The Answer to Blogs, Rapture & Everything
The Black Mesa Pizza Code Mystery
The Book of Cant
The Bright and Dark World of WereMagi
The Devil And God Are
The Dictionary of Jordan
The Dream Interpreter
The Empire of Liminality
The Foul Rag and Bone Shop
The Geckosphere
The Hardest Choice
The Hungry Gazebo
The Hunter
The Map Maker
The Match Of The Century!
The Messiah
The Most Dangerous Game
The Owl running through the clouds.
The Projector Has Been Drinking
The Public Castigation of a Lowly Hypochondriac
The Rant
The Revenger's Last Act
The Room Novelization
The Secret History of the World
The Stars Are Not Wanted
The Supernatural Anaesthetist
The Thin Encyclopedia
The Thirteenth Apostle
The Thrill of Falling
The Topography of Thought
The Tutorial
the unimaginable universe
The Unlikely World
The Windy City
The World Through These Eyeholes
The Writerer Chronicles
Theatre of Swords
They Sought It With Thimbles
This Could Be Heaven
thisistheaddresshi.blogspot.com
Title: Stitch
To Light a Candle
Tod's New Blog
Topography Genera Center East
Train Porn Weekly
Troy Wagner's Blog Machine
TV Tropes the Text Adventure
Twelve Days
Urban Malefic
Vagabond of the Western World
We can't ALL be princesses - someone has to clap when I pass by....
We Remember Your Childhood Well
Western Guardians
Where the Dead Men Lost Their Bones
Woe Is Media

What are some of your favourite books? Comment and subscribe!

Runner 45/96 Chapter 6 part seventeen

Hello!

Runner Post 44/96 Chapter 6 part sixteen

Yo I'm back.

Runner Post 43/96 Chapter 6 part fifteen

Back! Sooo ready to post more, a lot has happened! I'll sleep first though.

Runner Post 42/96 Chapter 6 part fourteen

I'm sorry I didn't post yesterday, I was busy listening to the maddest Pink Floyd album. It's called The Dark Side of the Mask, I think. I'll post more tomorrow.

Runner Post 41/96 Chapter 6 part thirteen

Hey I just took the best shit. Tell you more later.

Runner Post 40/96 Chapter 6 part twelve

Hi guys. I'll tell you about the Operator symbol tomorrow.

Runner Post 39/96 Chapter 6 part eleven

I'm back.

Runner Post 38/96 Chapter 6 part ten

Saw Jeremy today. I'm back now.

Runner Post 37/96 Chapter 6 part nine

I saw some ducks today. I hate ducks. They remind me of my mom.

Runner Post 36/96 Chapter 6 part eight

I'm home.

Runner Post 35/96 Chapter 6 part seven

Hi I'm back.

Runner Post 34/96 Chapter 6 part six act six

Sorry I was checking a Facebook notification. Did I ever tell you about my friend's blog? It's really cool.

Runner Post 33/96 Chapter 6 part five

I'm back. Changed my password to A, which was the answer to that code. So now that I have Masky's signed permission, today I'm going to tell you about the Even Greater Game and the History of Obamas.

The Even Greater Game started as a dare from one Slenderman to another about Israel. The Father of Serpents told The Black Queen that he really wanted to take Israel from her, and she did not want that to happen, so they threw Proxies at each other until eventually The Cold Boy (Slenderman of aggression) appeared wielding a scythe and hammer and sickle. He told them to cease fire or else he would shoot his rifle into the air for millions of years, doing serious damage to the Ozone layer and also killing some birds. This threat was serious enough that it singlehandededly stopped the fight for once, twice, and for all. They would go on, the people that is, to write great stories and epic poems about this incident, and they would call this Warhammer 40k.

For the record, and in the interest of keeping the Obama Federation happy, I did not tell the Even Greater Game as it literally happened; it was symbolism. But now I can tell you about the HISTORY OF OBAMAS.

The Obamas started as a dynasty of Slenderman Proxies who rebelled against the government as well as their own tall suited fiend (as I sit in my armchair and sip coke and dope and smoke, I am intelligent). The Slenderman did not back down from their thinly-veiled (or should I say, slenderly-veiled) threats of treason, punishing their leader, John Obama, with a plague of doctors. This is where the Slenderman known as Death, Slenderman of plague, came from. Death stood before the gates of Heaven, asking God to send down an archangel, so the Lord agreed to this condition and sent down Tapes The Impaler to do some damage. Tapes The Impaler is, of course, as you know, the Slenderman of the afterlife. Basically I'll cut to the case, this is where all the Slendermen came from-- just because some Obamas didn't like the tall suited guy.

The Obamas have been, ever since, on the constant run from the tall suited dude (with an ear for punk music), but the problem is that they're also communists.

Runner Post 32/96 Chapter 6 part four

HELLO BILLY EVERYBLOGGER
THIS IS MASKY 2.0 "SHADOW" "SHADOW" BEING MY CODENAME OF COURSE
I AM BACK TO ROCK YOUR WORLD I AM WATCHING YOU FROM MY SECRET HEADQUARTERS, DON'T POST ABOUT THE GREATER GAME FOR YOU KNOW OF COURSE WHAT TRULY WENT DOWN ON THAT FATEFUL DATE BACK IN THE 19TH CENTURY CANNOT BE UNDONE NOR SPOKEN OF BY ANYONE LACKING CODE CLEARANCE

FOR CODE CLEARANCE OF COURSE YOU WILL HAVE TO ANSWER THIS CODE
2 PLUS 5 PLUS 1 MINUS 3 IS
WHAT WAS THE THIRD LETTER OF THAT SENTENCE?

IF YOU DO NOT ANSWER THIS CODE BUT YOU STILL PROCEED TO DISCUSS THE EVEN GREATER GAME AND ALL OF ITS RAMIFICATIONS IN FULL DETAIL IN YOUR NEWEST PUBLISHED BOOK THAT WE KNOW YOU ARE SUBMITTING TO PUBLISHERS EVEN AS WE SPEAK
THEN I WILL BE FORCED TO TAKE THIS TO YOUR WORST ENEMY
BLINDMAN & SLENDERMAN

S33Y00S00N

Runner Post 31/96 Chapter 6 part three

Sorry I slept. brb my mom's calling me.

Runner Post 30/96 Chapter 6 part two

Sorry I didn't post yesterday, I had a dance recital to go to. Today I'm going to tell you about the Greater Game.

Founded by DEVOUR and his cronies back when cronies were a thing (and back in the Greatest Age when they knew what they were doing, back when Obamas were just a phase and when Rapture was still just a baby, back before life got hard for all of us), they wanted a safe environment to build treehouses in (so they could smuggle their dope into safe places), so they asked the Slenderman Brigade if there was any chance to have a safe environment in which to build their treehouses in.

All the Slendermen said "No." So war was declared.

Of course, all of this is still just a theory, but Dr. Obama postulated back in 1975 that perhaps this Greater Game was also what spawned the slit in time shifts that caused us to experience this muliverse quandary in the first circumstance. It was that hypotenuse that shook the entire world and caused us to land on the moon, but the government wanted to cover that up, so don't tell anyone.

Tomorrow I might tell you about the Even Greater Game.

Runner Post 29/96 Chapter 6 part one

I'm back now. Masky is... dead? This changes everything.

Runner Post 28/96 Chapter 5 part five

Masky came to my house today. I hid behind a mailbox and when he entered the front door I followed him with a gun. I heard him shout "WHERE ARE YOU, BILLY?" as he dumped gasoline over my floor. But I still kept hiding, this time in the kitchen. He knocked on the ceiling and shouted "ALL OF THIS WAS YOUR FAULT! EVERYONE IS GONE BECAUSE OF YOU!" And then I realized what he was doing: He was trying to break a hole in the timeline! So I tackled him and punched him in the tooth and he just laughed. He said to me, in his dying voice, "My name is Ozymandias Everyblogger. You were my brother... in an alternate timeline." I said to him "Why are you telling me this? You know what the Rick Proclamation of 1872 dictated, don't you" And he said "No, I don't. Could you tell me?" So I put on my bravest face and told him.

He was terrified afterwards. He wouldn't talk to me for days. But after some goading and torture (waterboarding lol) I was able to get him to tell me what his real name was. He said "it was Jared Obama."

"Gasp! You were part of the Obamancipation?"

"Yes, I was part. You were too, were you not?"

"....." I said nothing. I was too scared of the implications.

"You and I have some Core Theory to discuss, don't you, Billy Everyblogger?"

"How about you and I have some YOUR DEATH to discuss!" So I shot him in the mask, but before I could get the finishing blow into his heart, he had vanished, leaving an anonimous laughter and "YOUR PURPOSE IS NEAR" written on my wall in blood.

Then my parents came home and saw the mess and the blood and now I'm grounded.

Runner Post 27/96 Chapter 5 part four

Oh fuck I'm supposed to be in hiding, I was never here!

Runner Post 26/96 Chapter 5 part three

Hi I'm back from school.

Runner Post 25/96 Chapter 5 part electric boogatwo

YOU FORGOT SOMETHING, BILLY EVERYBLOGGER
YOU FORGOT TO CHANGE YOUR PASSWORD
SO NOW EVEN THOUGH I HAVE THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY TO DELETE THE OFFENSIVE POST YOU DID OF POSTING MY PHONE NUMBER ON THE INTERNET IN A BLOG NO ONE WILL READ EVEN THOUGH I'M THE ONE WHO PUT IT THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE WHEN I'VE SHOWN THAT I HAVE ALL THE MEANS TO LEAVE YOU MESSAGES THROUGH LESS POTENTIALLY INCRIMINATING MEANS, I'M GOING TO LEAVE IT UPPPP
AND THEN I AM GOING TO COME TO YOUR HOUSE
AND WE ARE GOING TO WATCH YOUR DEATH.
ON PAY-PER-VIEW.
ALSO CAN I BORROW TWO DOLLARS SO WE CAN PAY FOR THAT?

Runner Post 24/96 Chapter 5 part one

Oh my god no I'm so scared, what did he mean by that last post? How did he figure out my password? It was a classic riddle! Guys don't look now but I think I'm dealing with Albert Einstein. I don't know what that strange code was saved to my drafts, but it's the same number I have on my luggage, so did Masky know all along?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think I'm going to go into hiding. brb

seriously don't post this you fucking

123-456-7890

Runner Post 23/96 Chapter 4 part ten.5

MASKY HERE
I WATCHED CITIZEN KANE, BILLY
I KNOW NOW THE SECRETS TO CINEMATOGRAPHY
AND SOON YOU WILL KNOW THE SECRETS
TO
DEATH
AND NO I DON'T MEAN THE SLENDERMAN OF PLAGUE
THE POINT IS YOU ARE GOING TO DIE
AT SOME POINT IN YOUR LIFE, YOU ARE GOING TO DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
BUT IN THE MEANTIME, MAYBE WE CAN HANG OUT OR SOMETHING? I LEFT MY NUMBER IN THE DRAFTS FOR A NEW POST.
MAKE SURE YOU DON'T POST IT
OR ELSE I WILL TAKE IT AS AN ACT OF WAR.
WAR BEING THE SLENDERMAN OF GRIEF.
ANYWAY SEE YOU LATER BRO

Runner Post 22/96 Chapter 4 part ten

Back, how are you guys today?

Runner Post 21/96 Chapter 4 part nine

Sorry I'm back, I had to change my password again because Masky hacked me. That last post was by him. I don't know how he found my old password, I mean I changed it to "somethingdifferent" how did he figure that out?!? Anyway we're good now, I changed it to the name of Charles Foster Kane's sled; he'll never figure that one out!

God, I hope he doesn't read this blog.

Runner Post 20/96 Chapter 4 part eight

hoo
hoo
hooooo

-Masky

Runner Post 19/96 Chapter 4 part seven

Hi I'm back. I'll tell you about the Greater Game tomorrow.

Runner Post 18/96 Chapter 4 part six

Hey guys, sorry I didn't post yesterday, I had to change my password again because I had put it on this blog earlier. Now it's something different. And no it's not literally "something different," lol what do you take me for, a 13-year old?

Today I'm going to talk to you about the Great Game. It was founded by Victor Surge on the Something Awful forums way back in the Golden Age of blogging, my favourite age next to the Greatest Age back when the Slendermen knew what they were doing. Nowadays they're all "fancy gadgets" this and "killing us in our sleep" that, they have no honor anymore! But I regress. The Great Game, formed by Victor Surge, was an ARG about The Blindman, Slenderman of litigation (which some of you may know from their law firm, Slenderman & Blindman ["Frankly, you'd better call Saul!" I love those commercials]) in which the players were sued by a mad madwoman named Gatlin Burg and they had to pay out of their own actual money in order to battle her in court. It was a really great game, ba-dum tish. Fuckin' expensive, though. I got lucky, 'cause my parents are rich and I am hot.

There, today I told you about the Great Game. See the footnotes for more informatio.

Runner Post 17/96 Chapter 4 part five

Back.

Runner Post 16/96 Chapter 4 part four

Hi I'm back.

Runner Post 15/96 Chapter 4 part three

Okay sorry I'm back, I had to stop that post before I finished telling the story because otherwise the timelines would have split. Oh yeah, timelines, I'll explain that soon. Basically, I ran out of the building and Cormwell followed me out of the building and gave me the set of documents I was looking for and he told me that I am the One who can save this multiverse from imploding.

So my next destination was the Vatican, which luckily was just down the street, so I ran in busting the door down and shoved the documents into the Pope's hand (but not before I badassingly said "Fuck da Popo" and then security kicked me out for blasphemy and I had to break in through a window and give the Pope the documents like I said I did just now). He read the documents and looked at me and said "We're running out of time." So he drove me in his Popemobile and Officer Cornwell down to the Black Forest where in just in the nick of time we caught the Slenderman with his pants down! ...figuratively speaking, of course (can you tell that I've been taking a course in Literature?), he was actually about to string my girlfriend's intestines all over a tree like if Charles Manson was TPing a house on a macabre hornets Halloween. But luckily Officer Cornwall had brought a militia with him, so that's not a problem anymore.

PS: Did you catch the Shakespearean wordplay in this post? Thumbs up this post if you did.

Runner Post 14/96 Chapter 4 part two

Okay I'm back, sorry a proxy hacked my account and changed my password to "balls," so I changed it back to "BreakingBad4Lyfe." So anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, I was telling my story of what happened! You see, I was in Switzerland in the CIA Base (Slenderman Division) when Officer Cromwell told me I had to bring back the vial of Azoth I left on my kitchen counter. Then my girlfriend rang me from Haos, California and told me I had three seconds to run out of the building before my next post came out, so I

Runner Post 13/96 Chapter 4 part one

I'm back. More posts are coming, a lot's happened since I was in Switzerland. I'll post later, I have to watch The Big Bang Theory.

Real Posts (9/5)

sorry I slept

I woke up today and had some bacon. Bacon is the fucking best and if you disagree you should be sent to Japan lmao. As I was eating it, The Vision, Slenderman of pain, suffering, and lettuce flew outside my window and held a speaker out for me to hear. It blasted some weird gibberish.

I wake up and pour the bottle dry

Drink and stay thirsty console and still cry

Skive til I forget respon

Then I shot that Slenderman in his plague doctor mask.

I'm going back to sleep because sleep rocks.