Okay, so posting that I'd probably die was maybe a little over-the-top.  I dunno why I said it; I think I was just feeling a little melodramatic last night.  I'll try to keep from posting when I'm feeling like that.  Blogger is already full of people whining about their problems and emotions; I can't expect anyone to wade through entries like that when I can't, can I?  Anyways, this entry is a little easier to post than yesterday's, since I know what I'm going to talk about.

In September of 2011, I decided I was going to start a Slenderblog (Slender Blog?  Slender-Blog?  Slender-blog?  Note:  ask someone about proper terminology).  I'd been watching the big three series on YouTube (MarbleHornets, EMH, TribeTwelve) and reading some of the major blogs (The Tutorial, Seeking Truth/The Mystic), and figured it would be fun to contribute to what I thought was a collection of ARGs based around one terrifying Eldritch Abomination.

I failed.

The story brought nothing new to the mythos, and pretty much consisted of 'Nobody' whining about his mysteriously missing best friend/girlfriend 'Dom'.  Real original, I know.  And then, surprise!  Dom's account is suddenly hacked by someone who speaks in a mildly cryptic fashion!  I even spent a few months writing up Dom's 'journal,' which is now just lying in my backpack with a bunch of random sketches pertaining to the Slender Man and a few curse-laden entries.  That was going to play a major part in the story, but I realized that if I posted images of the journal to prove it was real, then later posted anything I'd written, people would probably recognize my handwriting.

But my blog did accomplish one thing:  it 'infected' me, to use M's terms.  The 'drunk' post was made the day of my first actual encounter.  That day, there was a lot of fog.  I've got a few pictures on my phone that I could probably stand to upload at some point, if it becomes relevant.  Anyways, I was minding my own business walking down to school, when who should appear standing beside a tree than the big guy himself.

I stood there for about ten seconds before I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and laughed when I saw he was gone.  I chalked it up to an overactive imagination and a product of sleep-deprivation and simply carried on with my day.  I've only seen him once more since then:  yesterday afternoon, in my backyard.  No fog, no sleep-deprivation; nothing but cold, hard fact.  That was one hell of an awakening.

Which brings me here, to Moral Runner.  I felt that if I was going to come clean, it couldn't be on the same blog, so I started this one, and will probably only be updating here from now on.  So, I apologize for anyone that was actually concerned about Nobody and Dom, and even Ellie (my own attempt at creating a badass, I guess), but they're not real.  I am.

I also apologize to any of the other Runners who blog.  I wrote off your lives as games, your losses as interesting developments, your pain as good writing, and your stories as...well, just stories.  If it makes you feel any better, I had to change my pants after I saw him yesterday.

...damn that was long. >.<;  I'll try to keep the posts shorter from here on out, unless it's absolutely necessary.


  1. Oh.

    I feel less bad about not having had time to read the fake one then...

    Well, welcome to the club then. You're in for a hell of a ride.

  2. Do we at least get cookies? I could use a good cookie right about now.