H and Ariadne have vanished. I don't know if they're alright, if they're dead, or...or whatever.
Does anybody know what happened to them? Please, H is...pretty much my only friend in all this. God I hope they're alright.
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Monday, January 2, 2012
Merry Christmas, and a happy new year.
I hope you all had good holidays. I had a good bit of relaxation and rest, migraine aside. Only sign of activity has been that someone poured weed killer all over my parents flower bed, and that might just be one of the assholes in my neighborhood.
I suppose I should at the very least outline my current theories...That way the...lets see...two or three of you out there that give a crap can tell me how stupid I am to even think this way.
First theory goes on the 'Slender Man', the more and more I think about It, the more I wonder if the Tulpa effect is what created It, or if It was here all along, and just gained strength afterwards.
Regardless, It, is pretty much...wrongness, incarnate. Like It's a man shaped hole in reality or something.It gains strength from our imaginations, our fear, and our belief in It. It is proof of the strength of the human imagination and subconscious.
This ties into Harry's and my...sighting of Stella...Or what Harry remembered Stella to be. He said he'd been hallucinating her previously, but he hadn't seen her for a long time...
Also, It, took a major interest in her. Like it hadn't happened before, that It had never seen anything like her. We seemed to be momentarily forgotten when It was staring at Stella....or...not-Stella...or...or just a hallucination. I have no clue what the fuck anymore.
What if Its a black hole in our subconscious? Only instead of gravity and pulling in everything, including light, It pulls in our subconscious power. Basically becoming a gigantic well and font of the power of our very subconscious. When people see that....thing, they're not bothering imagining, unless they're imagining what exactly It is going to do to them.
Maybe that's why every single encounter is different for different people. One person imagines what it would do, and it alters itself to match that subconscious 'choice'. People who focus more on It's more unearthly appearance gets the tentacles for arms and other weird shit. People who dread the observation/stalking of It, usually sees just the tall suited faceless man, staring almost casually, almost out of curiosity. It may also simply be masking itself in our subconscious fears. Groups of people see the same thing because our 'subconscious' strengths differ from person to person, and It focuses on the strongest source of 'energy'.
If it is this huge 'subconscious energy well', What about other things? I'm not sure if there has ever been someone who suffers from hallucinations, having one during an encounter with It. Is it possible that the hallucination that Harry suffers from, was gaining strength from that subconscious power? Maybe that's why we both saw it.
As for the 'Zombie Powder', my current theory is that its a...'It repellent'. Or something along those lines. If It feeds on Subconscious, something like the powder could mess with the brain chemistry, causing the subconscious 'fuel' to diminish. Maybe it doesn't see with 'Eyes' like we do, maybe It focuses on the subconscious energy that sustains it. Without that source, It doesn't notice us as readily.
Of course the downsides are many.
A: Its a very complex mixture, not easy to get a hold of.
B: Its POWERFUL. If you don't mix it properly, or properly calculate the weight of the subject its used on, it will most likely kill you.
C: You're going to not be moving for a while, until the paralysis effects wear off, leaving you vulnerable to anyone who comes along.
D: I kind of doubt its going to be any help against 'Proxies' of It, who are humans simply under Its sway. I have a feeling that if one of Its servants alerts It to someone being where It isn't sensing anything, It will investigate, and likely not in a friendly 'I wonder whats over here' kind of way.
I suppose I should at the very least outline my current theories...That way the...lets see...two or three of you out there that give a crap can tell me how stupid I am to even think this way.
First theory goes on the 'Slender Man', the more and more I think about It, the more I wonder if the Tulpa effect is what created It, or if It was here all along, and just gained strength afterwards.
Regardless, It, is pretty much...wrongness, incarnate. Like It's a man shaped hole in reality or something.It gains strength from our imaginations, our fear, and our belief in It. It is proof of the strength of the human imagination and subconscious.
This ties into Harry's and my...sighting of Stella...Or what Harry remembered Stella to be. He said he'd been hallucinating her previously, but he hadn't seen her for a long time...
Also, It, took a major interest in her. Like it hadn't happened before, that It had never seen anything like her. We seemed to be momentarily forgotten when It was staring at Stella....or...not-Stella...or...or just a hallucination. I have no clue what the fuck anymore.
What if Its a black hole in our subconscious? Only instead of gravity and pulling in everything, including light, It pulls in our subconscious power. Basically becoming a gigantic well and font of the power of our very subconscious. When people see that....thing, they're not bothering imagining, unless they're imagining what exactly It is going to do to them.
Maybe that's why every single encounter is different for different people. One person imagines what it would do, and it alters itself to match that subconscious 'choice'. People who focus more on It's more unearthly appearance gets the tentacles for arms and other weird shit. People who dread the observation/stalking of It, usually sees just the tall suited faceless man, staring almost casually, almost out of curiosity. It may also simply be masking itself in our subconscious fears. Groups of people see the same thing because our 'subconscious' strengths differ from person to person, and It focuses on the strongest source of 'energy'.
If it is this huge 'subconscious energy well', What about other things? I'm not sure if there has ever been someone who suffers from hallucinations, having one during an encounter with It. Is it possible that the hallucination that Harry suffers from, was gaining strength from that subconscious power? Maybe that's why we both saw it.
As for the 'Zombie Powder', my current theory is that its a...'It repellent'. Or something along those lines. If It feeds on Subconscious, something like the powder could mess with the brain chemistry, causing the subconscious 'fuel' to diminish. Maybe it doesn't see with 'Eyes' like we do, maybe It focuses on the subconscious energy that sustains it. Without that source, It doesn't notice us as readily.
Of course the downsides are many.
A: Its a very complex mixture, not easy to get a hold of.
B: Its POWERFUL. If you don't mix it properly, or properly calculate the weight of the subject its used on, it will most likely kill you.
C: You're going to not be moving for a while, until the paralysis effects wear off, leaving you vulnerable to anyone who comes along.
D: I kind of doubt its going to be any help against 'Proxies' of It, who are humans simply under Its sway. I have a feeling that if one of Its servants alerts It to someone being where It isn't sensing anything, It will investigate, and likely not in a friendly 'I wonder whats over here' kind of way.
Monday, December 12, 2011
And there he goes.
Harry's gone and run off. Bless him though, he made sure I was going to be ok beforehand.
I've been mostly trying to come to terms with the fact that...yes...there is...That...in the world.
Like I said, there was some part of me, deep down, that believed that 'It' was just illusions, drugs, and mental influence...that 'Man' was the only monster in the world.
I was wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong.
Be safe, Harry. Don't let 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's' get the better of you. After all, you're a wizard. =3
Oh, I also left a little surprise in one of your bags. Hope you enjoy it, its a bit less non-lethal than a cricket bat, and has a few other utilitarian uses, but its a good weapon in a pinch.
I'm looking into Tetrodotoxin, the only thing I can imagine is that its a last resort of some sort...But for what? Even if you manage to not take a lethal dose, you're incapacitated for a good long while.
I'll keep at it, but any help would be greatly appreciated.
I've been mostly trying to come to terms with the fact that...yes...there is...That...in the world.
Like I said, there was some part of me, deep down, that believed that 'It' was just illusions, drugs, and mental influence...that 'Man' was the only monster in the world.
I was wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong.
Be safe, Harry. Don't let 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's' get the better of you. After all, you're a wizard. =3
Oh, I also left a little surprise in one of your bags. Hope you enjoy it, its a bit less non-lethal than a cricket bat, and has a few other utilitarian uses, but its a good weapon in a pinch.
I'm looking into Tetrodotoxin, the only thing I can imagine is that its a last resort of some sort...But for what? Even if you manage to not take a lethal dose, you're incapacitated for a good long while.
I'll keep at it, but any help would be greatly appreciated.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Heads doing better.
Still hurting a good bit though.
Right, here's everything as I remember it.
We were heading back from a *wonderful* seafood place, when my head starts hurting. Seems to just be building up...building up...then we turn a corner. BAM. Face full of black suited bastard. At the exact same time, my migraine pretty much goes "Oh fuck this." And starts hurting like its never hurt before....I felt like I almost passed out from the pain. The street lights flickered from above, as if being disrupted by 'it's presence, making its shadow seem to dance, while it stayed ramrod still.
This....this is the first time I've ever actually....seen...'It'....I have to say your imagination based on all the descriptions of what its like, does not do it justice. There was just this huge sense of dread...like nothing I'd ever experienced before. No happy thoughts. No 'well that's just weird'...Just a sense of dread and...wrongness...that this is nothing short of a hole in reality that should not exist. I...I dunno how, but I think this finally broke some small part of me on the inside....some part that believed that something like this couldn't be real...that it was all just...something being manipulated by these crazy bastards in masks. Drugs were involved, I was sure, but there was no way this could be real. I was wrong. Dear god in heaven, I was so very wrong.
I turned, starting to run....I guess we both did at the same time. But as soon as we turned, 'It', was there again. Just seeming to 'stare' at us with that goddamn blank face.
Harry was seeming to have something of a Heroic BSOD. I tried to get him to snap out of it. He wouldn't respond, though frankly I can't blame him, the only thing that was helping me from acting the same seemed to be my migraine, pain and adrenaline keeping me focused.
I was about to slap Harry, to try and snap him out of it, when I saw her.
She was about 6'3", give or take an inch...a thin little rail of a girl. She looked to be of asian descent. Had shoulder length hair....the most beautiful striking eyes. She was just standing there, wearing clothes that any girl would wear...pink shirt, khaki shorts, and barefoot. She had this smile, like she knew something we didn't, not maliciously keeping a secret, just 'I know something you doooon't'.
Like Harry said, 'It', just suddenly snapped its head around...like it had forgotten we even existed, just staring at the girl. Harry seemed to finally snap out of it, and we ran like hell. I sort of collapsed, my head was throbbing so much, I was scared that I'd have an aneurysm right then and there, but I didn't really give a shit at that point. All I wanted to do was lie down and try to stop hurting. I ended up falling asleep. Harry, bless him, ended up making sure I wasn't dying throughout the night.
Harry told me it was Stella....that he saw Stella...but it couldn't have been Stella, she was dead. He confirmed her body. He was at her funeral...He saw her be buried...
So what does it all mean?
And even more pressing: What the fuck do we do now?
Right, here's everything as I remember it.
We were heading back from a *wonderful* seafood place, when my head starts hurting. Seems to just be building up...building up...then we turn a corner. BAM. Face full of black suited bastard. At the exact same time, my migraine pretty much goes "Oh fuck this." And starts hurting like its never hurt before....I felt like I almost passed out from the pain. The street lights flickered from above, as if being disrupted by 'it's presence, making its shadow seem to dance, while it stayed ramrod still.
This....this is the first time I've ever actually....seen...'It'....I have to say your imagination based on all the descriptions of what its like, does not do it justice. There was just this huge sense of dread...like nothing I'd ever experienced before. No happy thoughts. No 'well that's just weird'...Just a sense of dread and...wrongness...that this is nothing short of a hole in reality that should not exist. I...I dunno how, but I think this finally broke some small part of me on the inside....some part that believed that something like this couldn't be real...that it was all just...something being manipulated by these crazy bastards in masks. Drugs were involved, I was sure, but there was no way this could be real. I was wrong. Dear god in heaven, I was so very wrong.
I turned, starting to run....I guess we both did at the same time. But as soon as we turned, 'It', was there again. Just seeming to 'stare' at us with that goddamn blank face.
Harry was seeming to have something of a Heroic BSOD. I tried to get him to snap out of it. He wouldn't respond, though frankly I can't blame him, the only thing that was helping me from acting the same seemed to be my migraine, pain and adrenaline keeping me focused.
I was about to slap Harry, to try and snap him out of it, when I saw her.
She was about 6'3", give or take an inch...a thin little rail of a girl. She looked to be of asian descent. Had shoulder length hair....the most beautiful striking eyes. She was just standing there, wearing clothes that any girl would wear...pink shirt, khaki shorts, and barefoot. She had this smile, like she knew something we didn't, not maliciously keeping a secret, just 'I know something you doooon't'.
Like Harry said, 'It', just suddenly snapped its head around...like it had forgotten we even existed, just staring at the girl. Harry seemed to finally snap out of it, and we ran like hell. I sort of collapsed, my head was throbbing so much, I was scared that I'd have an aneurysm right then and there, but I didn't really give a shit at that point. All I wanted to do was lie down and try to stop hurting. I ended up falling asleep. Harry, bless him, ended up making sure I wasn't dying throughout the night.
Harry told me it was Stella....that he saw Stella...but it couldn't have been Stella, she was dead. He confirmed her body. He was at her funeral...He saw her be buried...
So what does it all mean?
And even more pressing: What the fuck do we do now?
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