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.
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.