Friday, February 28, 2014

Four Months

We're alive. It happens.

I should probably take this time to apologize to Tilde, since she helped rescue us, and as a thank you I outed her identity and put her in a compromising situation. Though if you want to hear about that I suggest you take it up with her. I'm not at liberty to say anything more about it.

So as you probably guessed, we were visited by a proxy a few weeks ago. A proxy named Redlight. I'm sure most of you already know who he is as he made quite a name for himself. If not just do the google thing or whatever, I don't fuckin know. A colleague of mine who has since died, named Georgia Summers, had a hand in some of the research into those end of the world vaccines that wound up getting both her and Redlight killed. When he came back, calling him a proxy might be using the term liberally. He was more like a black pussing tumor attached to the back of a head of one of Jaime's hoodlum friends. He sought us out presumably because he didn't know Georgia was dead, and was looking for a cure for his predicament. Before I could begin operating and figuring out how all of this was possible though, Morningstar interrupted me, and completely destroyed any remnant of the infection. I doubt this means Redlight is gone for good. After all it takes a lot to kill a cockroach.

Back to how and why we were missing for so long.

If you honestly think that no one in the world but the stalked are conscious of the disappearances and killings and the supernatural elements behind them, then you are sorely mistaken. There are multiple factions of government all over the world who know what's been going on and have been dealing with it in absolute secrecy, for reasons that by now should be obvious. Not all of these organizations have you're safety first and foremost in their agendas. The science and research ones in particular have interest in experimentation on runners. I promise you, not every disappeared blogger you've met was killed by the Slender Man.

A long, long, long time ago, this woman from an organization called LEGION sought me out to see if I would "donate" my research to her organization. When I refused we came to a head for a short time and it ended with us making a deal. I could continue to live my life in the dessert in exchange for not releasing LEGION information, and keeping certain aspects of my research completely confidential.

However, for reasons, that deal was broken a few months ago. Danny, Jaime, and I were taken into their custody. Me and Danny, with the help of Tilde and Beau are now safe. (Save your questions on Beau til later please.) I also managed to make it out with some confidential information, concerning friends of mine.

I don't know where Jaime is now, but I have good reason to believe he's dead. I don't know who uploaded all those documents, but I guess I have them to thank for getting out since they helped alert Beau and Tilde to the fact we were in deep shit.

It's good to be free, and outside again. Nothing's worse than being cooped up in a cell.

There's more shit to tell you, I know,

Just got nothing left right now.



Saturday, February 8, 2014

i
hear 
the 
train 
comin
its 
rolling
round
the
beNd
and 
i
aint 
seen 
the 
sunshine 
since 
i
dont 
know 
when
im 
stuck 
in 
folsom 
prison
and 
time 
keeps 
draggin
on
but 
that 
train 
keeps 
rollin
on 
down 
to 
san 
antone

when 
I
was 
just 
baby 
my 
mama 
told 
me 
son
always 
be 
good 
boy 
dont 
ever 
play 
with 
Guns
but 
shot 
man 
in 
reno 
just 
to 
watch 
him 
die
when 
hear 
that 
whistle 
blowing
hang 
my 
head 
and 
cry

bet 
theres 
rich 
folks 
Eating 
in 
fancy 
dining 
car
theyre 
probably 
drinkin
coffee 
and 
smoking 
big 
cigars 
well 
know 
had 
it 
coming 
know 
cant 
be 
free
but 
those 
people 
keep 
movin
and 
thats 
what 
tortures 
me
well 
if 
they 
freed 
me 
from 
this 
prison
if 
that 
railroad 
train 
was 
mine
i
bet 
id 
move 
it 
on 
little 
farther 
down
the 
Line
far 
from 
folsom 
prison
thats 
where 
want 
to 
stay
and 
id 
let 
that 
lonesome 
whistle 
blow 
my 
blues 
away

[DREAM]

L: Any dreams last night?

A: Yes.

L: Would you like to describe them for me?

A: 


L: Describe the dream.

A: I'm standing in a forest...and all around me things are running away. From something behind me.

L: What's behind you?

A: 


L: Right. How do you feel, about what's behind you.

A:

L: Are you frightened?

A: I don't feel anything. I don't want to run.

L: Why don't you want to run?

A: I just....don't.

L: What happens if you don't run?

A: I get killed.
L: Does that frighten you?

A: No.


L: Were there any familiar faces in this dream?

A: The blonde proxy.


L: The one who killed your friend?

A: He wasn't my friend.

L: What is she doing? 

A: Crying.


L: Why?

A: 


L: All right Anna I think that's enough for today. When I snap my fingers I want you to go back to sleep.
 
A: 


L: One, two three.

[END TRANSCRIPT]