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"
Sunday, 30 November 2014
Thursday, 27 November 2014
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.
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.
Wednesday, 26 November 2014
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.
Wednesday, 19 November 2014
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