LOG BEGIN
Data Entry 1: Drake "Anonymous"
Drake was a young man living in Oklahoma at the time that this all began. He had started to frequent "Slender Blogs" and had eventually come across "Not Quite Doomed" (which became "We Are Not Doomed") which was the blog of Razputine Panzerfaust. He helped Razputine decode several messages, and began to more frequently post on Razputine's blog. He started by simply posting anonymous messages starting his messages as "Anonymous here..."
Eventually though he decided to make his own blog which he entitled "Anonymous here..." and wasn't particularly active for awhile on there, though he did post about spirits that lived in his house, and spells and rituals he performed. (He was a witch. The modern real life type, not the high-fantasy type.)
The activity became far more frequent and began to spiral out of control when his sister Susan started a blog, on the recommendation of her doctor, and it became clear that Slender Man had began to target her.
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He found The Athame: A simple looking willow wand with the latin phrase "ut diruo maleficus ac contego vestri somes" which loosely translates to "to destroy evil and protect your body."
This wand has the unique ability to cause harm to the Slender Man and his puppets. To his puppets it cuts like a knife, and with enough physical force, it has even managed to significantly hurt Slender Man.
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Tik a his men or tried to he p im.
Th fe l in l e.
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Ecko an old friend of his came to his aid when he was blinded, and started posting on his behalf, transcribing Drake's words. He became known during this time as "The blind Magus" though this was mostly just a title.
DATA MISSING
Nill, Alder, and The Narrator manipulated him into killing his sister Susan who had been hollowed.
This event shook him so deeply that immediately after killing her with The Athame, he turned it on himself, stabbing himself in the gut and breaking it in two. This act sealed the power of The Athame to his soul, and led to the events surrounding Bernard Laguardia.
Ecko was left there all alone with the corpse of his friend. He was never the same after that...
LOG END
Friday, September 11, 2015
March 3rd 2014
Subjects: Bernard Laguardia, Razputine Panzerfaust, D
Raz lays in a bed, an ice pack on his head and a simple brace on his right leg, which he had landed on slightly more than his other when he fell with Cavan. He hadn't broken the bone, but had banged up the leg pretty badly, and the brace kept him from making what injury he had incurred from becoming worse. Bernard sits beside the bed in a chair and leans over, softly stroking his cheek.
Are you sure you're going to be okay, sweetheart? I know we have to leave tonight... but are you positive you didn't break anything?
I'm fine... and D- Yes? What did He try to get out of our heads?
He needed to know... something about Ecko... I think it was... maybe the location of Drake's body? I don't know... I just have vague feelings of what he pulled out of my head... our head.
Shit... Well whatever they need his body for... it can't be good. We're... hell... five days drive from the grave right? There's no way we'll make it in time. God damn it...
Raz groans and puts a hand on the icepack, pressing it firmly to his head. Bernard looks very worried and shakes his head.
B-but I mean... the athame is with the body, so that should protect it right? I mean even broken I'm sure it'd keep it safe. There's no way He, or any of his puppets could touch it.
Jump the Rail Fence.
Unless they found a way...
Three down.
Regardless, we can't stop them. We know that for sure, what we need to do, is pack up our things-
YNDTR IDIOE NWRHT SUEOO YIHD...
Raz grunts as he sits up, looking over at Bernard, placing a hand on the back of his head and pulling him over into a deep, but gentle kiss. As Raz breaks the kiss he keeps eye contact with Bernard, speaking just above a whisper.
and get to somewhere safe... I can't allow anything bad to happen to you Bernard... You've gone through too much, seen too much... and lost too much... Go get our food together and I'll pack up our clothes... I love you Bernard...
I... I love you too Raz...
Raz lays in a bed, an ice pack on his head and a simple brace on his right leg, which he had landed on slightly more than his other when he fell with Cavan. He hadn't broken the bone, but had banged up the leg pretty badly, and the brace kept him from making what injury he had incurred from becoming worse. Bernard sits beside the bed in a chair and leans over, softly stroking his cheek.
Are you sure you're going to be okay, sweetheart? I know we have to leave tonight... but are you positive you didn't break anything?
I'm fine... and D- Yes? What did He try to get out of our heads?
He needed to know... something about Ecko... I think it was... maybe the location of Drake's body? I don't know... I just have vague feelings of what he pulled out of my head... our head.
Shit... Well whatever they need his body for... it can't be good. We're... hell... five days drive from the grave right? There's no way we'll make it in time. God damn it...
Raz groans and puts a hand on the icepack, pressing it firmly to his head. Bernard looks very worried and shakes his head.
B-but I mean... the athame is with the body, so that should protect it right? I mean even broken I'm sure it'd keep it safe. There's no way He, or any of his puppets could touch it.
Jump the Rail Fence.
Unless they found a way...
Three down.
Regardless, we can't stop them. We know that for sure, what we need to do, is pack up our things-
YNDTR IDIOE NWRHT SUEOO YIHD...
Raz grunts as he sits up, looking over at Bernard, placing a hand on the back of his head and pulling him over into a deep, but gentle kiss. As Raz breaks the kiss he keeps eye contact with Bernard, speaking just above a whisper.
and get to somewhere safe... I can't allow anything bad to happen to you Bernard... You've gone through too much, seen too much... and lost too much... Go get our food together and I'll pack up our clothes... I love you Bernard...
I... I love you too Raz...
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
December 28th 2013
Subject(s): Razputine Panzerfaust, Bernard Laguardia, D, Ecko
Raz and Bernard approach the door of the hotel and Raz knocks. The door swings open and Ecko stands in the doorway, a nervously flitting back and forth of his eyes as he checks to make sure they weren't followed.
C-Come inside.
They quickly step past the threshold and Ecko closes and locks the door behind them, motioning for them to sit on the bed as he grabs a chair and sits down across from them.
I-I'm glad you came when I called... I know who both of you are, and I'd like to assume you know who I am, as I'm sure you've read Drake's blog. Listen... I need to know that I can trust you... and D... Because I want to tell you where... where I buried him...
Of course! You know that D and I haven't been connected to Him for... years now, and clearly he can't just track us, because he's failed to find me, or Bernard after all this time.
Yeah you can trust this face! I would never do anything to betray your, Drake's, or Bernard's trust! Even though Drake has passed, I'd never let Him know where to find even his body.
Please... I want to pay my respects... I miss him so... much...
Bernard begins to cry and hides his face in Raz's shoulder, as Raz wraps and arm around him protectively. Ecko smiles softly, a tear coming to his eye before he nods and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper that had been folded and refolded many times over. He holds it out for Raz. As Raz reaches out and grabs it, Ecko holds it and locks eyes with Raz.
He has it... and he's going there... but...
You may not know why... but really... you can never let Him get ahold of this information...01101000 01100101 00100000 01110111 01101111 01101110 01110100 00100000 01100110 01101001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01100001 01101110 01111001 01110100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100111
Ecko lets go and turns around in his chair, grabbing a bottle of rum and three shot glasses.
Now I'd like you tw-three, sorry D, to share a shot with me. I'm going to go into hiding for real after this. I'm going to try and start a brand new life for myself, but I want to send you three off with my best wishes, and a little something warming your bellies.
Ecko hands Raz and Bernard each a shot glass. Bernard sniffs and smiles a little as he holds out the shot glass. Ecko quickly pours each of them a shot and then one for himself. He sniffs the shot and smiles before holding it out towards his guests.
Slainte! Oiche mhaith my friend...
They all tip back their shot glasses and sit for several more minutes, sharing stories of Drake before Bernard and Raz take their leave, thanking Ecko for his help.
Raz and Bernard approach the door of the hotel and Raz knocks. The door swings open and Ecko stands in the doorway, a nervously flitting back and forth of his eyes as he checks to make sure they weren't followed.
C-Come inside.
They quickly step past the threshold and Ecko closes and locks the door behind them, motioning for them to sit on the bed as he grabs a chair and sits down across from them.
I-I'm glad you came when I called... I know who both of you are, and I'd like to assume you know who I am, as I'm sure you've read Drake's blog. Listen... I need to know that I can trust you... and D... Because I want to tell you where... where I buried him...
Of course! You know that D and I haven't been connected to Him for... years now, and clearly he can't just track us, because he's failed to find me, or Bernard after all this time.
Yeah you can trust this face! I would never do anything to betray your, Drake's, or Bernard's trust! Even though Drake has passed, I'd never let Him know where to find even his body.
Please... I want to pay my respects... I miss him so... much...
Bernard begins to cry and hides his face in Raz's shoulder, as Raz wraps and arm around him protectively. Ecko smiles softly, a tear coming to his eye before he nods and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper that had been folded and refolded many times over. He holds it out for Raz. As Raz reaches out and grabs it, Ecko holds it and locks eyes with Raz.
He has it... and he's going there... but...
You may not know why... but really... you can never let Him get ahold of this information...01101000 01100101 00100000 01110111 01101111 01101110 01110100 00100000 01100110 01101001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01100001 01101110 01111001 01110100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100111
Ecko lets go and turns around in his chair, grabbing a bottle of rum and three shot glasses.
Now I'd like you tw-three, sorry D, to share a shot with me. I'm going to go into hiding for real after this. I'm going to try and start a brand new life for myself, but I want to send you three off with my best wishes, and a little something warming your bellies.
Ecko hands Raz and Bernard each a shot glass. Bernard sniffs and smiles a little as he holds out the shot glass. Ecko quickly pours each of them a shot and then one for himself. He sniffs the shot and smiles before holding it out towards his guests.
Slainte! Oiche mhaith my friend...
They all tip back their shot glasses and sit for several more minutes, sharing stories of Drake before Bernard and Raz take their leave, thanking Ecko for his help.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
March 4th 2014
Subject: Cavan Dolan
Cavan groans as he opens his eyes, looking around frantically as he regains consciousness. He looks visibly disturbed as he touches his chest and lets out a whimpering whine, remembering the feeling of his ribs being crushed by D. He appears to be physically fine now. A shame really... he deserves to be dead...
Cavan stumbles to his feet and looks around at the room... it's a bathroom... on a plane. He rushes to the sink before throwing up a thick black fluid all over the sink and mirror, obscuring his image.
Cavan throws open the lavatory door and quickly shuts it, looking over at the flight attendant standing beside him.
What the hell are you looking at... You looked like hell, despite His work to repair you. The dark rings under your eyes... the matted hair... the bit of dried blood that had trailed from your ears when the pressure in your head had made your eardrums burst...
He grumbles and glares at her before walking unsteadily down the rows of seats. He sees one that is empty, except for a book sitting in it. This must be his. He sits down and picks it up, flipping it open to a bookmark that was left in it. There are a series of numbers and letters up and down the bookmark. He smiles and puts the bookmark back. He knows where he's heading to now.
His Lord has put him back together, and has sent him on an important mission.
He had been the bait to lure D out into the open, and his Lord had extracted the information he needed from D.
Cavan groans as he opens his eyes, looking around frantically as he regains consciousness. He looks visibly disturbed as he touches his chest and lets out a whimpering whine, remembering the feeling of his ribs being crushed by D. He appears to be physically fine now. A shame really... he deserves to be dead...
Cavan stumbles to his feet and looks around at the room... it's a bathroom... on a plane. He rushes to the sink before throwing up a thick black fluid all over the sink and mirror, obscuring his image.
Cavan throws open the lavatory door and quickly shuts it, looking over at the flight attendant standing beside him.
What the hell are you looking at... You looked like hell, despite His work to repair you. The dark rings under your eyes... the matted hair... the bit of dried blood that had trailed from your ears when the pressure in your head had made your eardrums burst...
He grumbles and glares at her before walking unsteadily down the rows of seats. He sees one that is empty, except for a book sitting in it. This must be his. He sits down and picks it up, flipping it open to a bookmark that was left in it. There are a series of numbers and letters up and down the bookmark. He smiles and puts the bookmark back. He knows where he's heading to now.
His Lord has put him back together, and has sent him on an important mission.
He had been the bait to lure D out into the open, and his Lord had extracted the information he needed from D.
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