tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48073497422633062302023-06-20T06:09:24.438-07:00That Tall Stalker DudeRoy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-23008335591487831912012-06-14T22:10:00.000-07:002012-06-14T22:10:18.270-07:00Log 6/14/12 Thanks for the help everybody. I love how many comments I got-OH WAIT. Yeah, you guys are about as helpful as a sackful of Atari Jaguars. Hell, the Jaguars could at least be used to hit proxies with! Sigh. Sorry, you didn't deserve that. It's just...frustrating.<br />
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I'm kept up my running, though to where I again cannot type. I've had time to think, about the whole situation. And before anyone comments about said decision, I think I made the right one. I'd still rather die for my morals than live by abandoning them, weird I know. Still, I've kept my researching up. I really hope I'm not in the FEAR universe. Fuck me, if that's what I've got to face me and Annex should just slit our wrists now. But I've been reading other stuff now, and more theories are forming. I'll post again when something happens.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-30252864345573915982012-06-05T15:27:00.000-07:002012-06-05T15:27:24.145-07:00Log 6/5/12 Let's hope this actually gets posted. For those readers wondering, I have been trying to post almost every day for weeks, and none of them have gone through. That post "Running"? Not posted by me, probably posted by a proxy. So here's what has been going on.<br />
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After my last post, I got home one day, and found a sticky note on my door. It said, "We are coming. Run." It looked like the same hand-writing as that CCV guy. I grabbed some essentials (my laptop, wallet, keys, you know), and did so. I went over to a friends house, and called my apartment. One of my roommates said that some guy in a tank-top had been walking around the outside of our apartment for a few hours. I went to my laptop and tried to post, and the post was pretty much the preceding paragraph. It didn't post, and I got a call from my roommate. Apparently that guy got a call on his cell, didn't say a word, and when it was over he booked it out of the complex. I quickly put two and two together. Not only were they somehow stopping me from posting, but I'd revealed my location to them through that. So I thanked my friend and left.<br />
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I've been going from house to house since, though I won't say where for obvious reasons. I've seen the proxy in the wife-beater several times, usually carrying his bat with him. I don't have anything to defend myself with, so I've been hiding as best I can. It seems I got their attention after all. Any ideas?Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-85002705196842816442012-05-22T03:22:00.002-07:002012-05-22T03:22:58.547-07:00RunningRoy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-55019423176008773672012-05-07T09:20:00.001-07:002012-05-07T09:20:59.617-07:00Log 5/7/12 Well, you'd think after getting offered that deal, put in the hospital, getting a note about said deal, and finally me turning down the deal, something would happen. Nope. I haven't seen hide nor tail of anything odd since that note I talked about last week. I'll post if something happens, which it will. If my troper senses aren't wrong, this is just the calm before the storm.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-59846437909501503532012-05-04T15:02:00.001-07:002012-05-04T15:02:54.624-07:00Log 5/4/12 Alright, to everyone reading this (including CCV, whoever the flying fuck you are), I have made my decision. I will not back down. I will continue to search for my friend, Annex. And nothing any one of you proxy assholes say will stop me. If you still want to stop me, bring it on.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-32015270100268157612012-05-01T11:07:00.001-07:002012-05-01T11:07:30.859-07:00Log 5/1/12 So, I wake up this morning, stare at the alarm clock menacingly while daring it to go off, find my underwear and shorts, put on a shirt, then go to head out to the living room only to find a surprise. My door is closed, and it has a note taped to it. It said:<br />
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"To Mr. Hankins,<br />
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Please make up your mind about that offer I made to you soon. By 'soon,' I mean within the week. Just post your answer on that little blog of yours. I can't keep the rabid dogs tied up forever boy.<br />
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CCV"<br />
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Dude gave me a gorram time limit. I still have no clue what I'm going to do. Advice would be great. A strategy guide for my life would be even better. I'll post my decision on Friday.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-50354583998320257402012-04-30T15:01:00.001-07:002012-04-30T15:01:21.406-07:00Log 4/30/12 Yeah, so it has been...two weeks since I last posted? Well listen to a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there I'll tell you the story of how I lost a week and a half of my life!<br />
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So the day after my previous post I walked back to the graveyard. I had gotten <strong>some</strong> kind of result before, so trying it again seemed like the best move. Now, I <em>think</em> I mentioned before that I've been putting that symbol everywhere I could, and this includes using sticky notes with it drawn on in pen to post in on my scary excursions. When I returned to the graveyard, I didn't see anyone, but I did get a reaction. My note had been drawn on with a sharpy. They used the symbol as an "O" in "STOP." I usually carry a pen with me, so I wrote on the note "Bring it on motherfucker." Now, you're probably reading this thinking, "Wow Roy, you've always had the suicidal impulse to taunt Cthulhu, but this? Really? You're not being cool, you're being a goddamn idiot!" That is all true. If I'd been thinking clearly I probably wouldn't have written anything at all. But try to see it from my side: I've spent the last several months trying to find my best friend in the world, who I've known for ten years of my life, and who's stuck with me through thick and thin. And now I've found a message written by someone who is helping that tall piece of shit keep him away from me. I was beyond angry. How dare they pull this bullshit? How dare they not only screw with my friend, but with hundreds if not thousands of people across the world; killing, infecting, or 'persuading' all who stumble across them? I wrote my response in a fury, and while I'll be the first to admit it wasn't a smart idea, it felt right at the time.<br />
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So the next day I walk back to the graveyard carrying my driver. You know, the golf club? Shut the fuck up it's the closest thing I have to a weapon! So anyway, I walk up to the note sticking to the ground. I see there's nothing written in response to my response, so I yell out, "Where are you, you proxy son of bitch? I thought we were gonna fight or something?!" (Again, that was a terrible idea. I have an anger problem, so sue me.) Then I hear something. The sound of shoes crunching leaves as they fast-walked to me. I turn around, and see someone. The guy was a couple inches shorter than me, about average height or a little under. He was fucking ripped though. Seriously, he had largest biceps I have ever seen with my own two eyes. He was wearing a wife-beater (Does that make me his wife? HONEY STOP HURTING ME!) and jeans. I didn't get a look at his face, and guess why. That's right! He had a mask! Really though, it was the laziest mask I have ever seen. It was like a paper-mache face shaped half-circle with two dots for eyes and a neutral mouth. How much does Slendy pay you guys? Can he not afford a uniform? Really, you guys would be <strong>way</strong> more intimidating if you had a standardized uniform. Nothing too fancy. At least have some sense of consistency! Moving on. After chuckling a bit at the silly cheap mask, it hit me. I mean that both metaphorically and literally. <em>Metaphorically</em> I realized that what he had in his hands was an aluminum baseball bat, while <em>literally</em> it was slammed into by stomach. Have you ever had the wind knocked out of you? I have. Freshman year some <span style="background-color: white;">douchebag</span> punched me right in the solar plexus, which was the closest I came to fighting until this hear event I've been describing. It hurt. I couldn't breathe, I had no air in my lungs, and the pain from my abdomen was staggering. The same thing being done with a bat is, well, excruciating. I mean it. So I collapse to the ground, grabbing my stomach as I struggle to get some gorram oxygen. Then I see another person. All I saw was his shoes and pants. The shoes were black, expensive, and polished to a shine. I felt kinda bad that he had to walk and dirt and leaves with such nice shoes on. His pants were dress slacks, and while not as nice as his shoes, was still much better than any clothes I've ever worn. Then he spoke. He said, "Please stay out of our affairs. Your friend is gone, and if you do not stop being a nuicance, my friend hear will be back, but this time with a gun. Learn your lesson kid and stay away." The voice was deep, and it sounded like you favorite uncle chastising you for breaking a vase. (That is not me admitting guilt to broken pottery belonging to a relative. You're silly.) Then I saw out of my periferal vision the bat swinging down onto my head.<br />
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I woke up yesterday in the local Chico hospital. My parents and sister were there, along with some of my friends. Apparently I suffered a concussion and internal bleeding. I was lucky that I got to the ER so fast, because if I hadn't I would have likely died. They got to me quite quickly, because they got an anonymous call as to my location and injury less than a minute after I lost consciousness. I'm back at school now, typing this up at the library. (No, the laptop is still broken. I should be fixed in about a week.) I'm still mulling over the offer. It seems like they'll leave me alone if I stop, especially because they easily could have killed me but saved me instead. I could live a normal life and get my degree in Astronomy, and move to New York City to work with my idol Neil DeGrasse Tyson. But if I do that, Annex will be all alone. I have to think about this more. Bye.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-40404003226392639262012-04-15T17:05:00.000-07:002012-04-15T17:05:11.125-07:00Update Yeah, my laptop's been busted for 2 weeks now, and will remain so for anywhere between 3 to 5 days. Doesn't mean I have been idle though! I've gone to local parks and graveyards...a lot. All at night. Up until last night, I had pretty much nothing happen.<br />
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Last night I was at a graveyard that's about a 30min walk from my apartment. I'd been there once before, but this time was different. It felt...odd. Every leaf falling sounded like footsteps behind me, and when there was motion of any kind a wheeled around, thinking someone was following me. I've got no concrete evidence, just a feeling, but I don't think I was alone. Maybe I'm starting to get a result...<br />
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...or the paranoia of not seeing your best friend in months and seeking out an unholy abomination to try and find him is getting to me. Oh well.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-48611802094846771762012-04-05T13:23:00.000-07:002012-04-05T13:23:43.556-07:00Fission Mailed So here's how the plan is going. Step 1 has not given me anything. No Slenderman. No proxies. No Rake. Nothing. Step 2 has barely started. I walked down to the local park at around sundown. I waited around for a while, kept my eyes open, but nothing happened. I'm going to film these excursions for two reasons: 1)I do not own a video camera; 2)Even if I did I'm a shitty cameraman. Even if something weird did happen, you wouldn't be able to tell because the camera would be aimed at my foot or something. Don't worry though, I have a secret weapon. I'll post about it either tomorrow or Saturday.<br />
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Step 3...hasn't really started. Yeah, I kinda forgot an important fact. I don't know any proxy blogs. Seriously, can anyone point me to a blog or vlog run by a proxy? I need to talk with them. Seriously, even the lowest of the low on the food chain will do. See you guys soon. I hope.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-7196502005315783692012-03-31T17:59:00.000-07:002012-03-31T17:59:20.599-07:00The PlanI saw the videos that got reposted. I don't know how much longer Annex can survive without assistance. So here's my plan to get stalked.<br />
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Step 1: Draw the Symbol on everything I can. I've already scribbled it on my notebook and other things like that. Hopefully the overuse of his symbol will draw him to me.<br />
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Step 2: Walk around some creepy places during both day and night. Especially heavily wooded ones, which is easy to do because Chico is full of trees.<br />
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Step 3: Go to blogs of proxies and taunt them, trying to make them send there master after me.<br />
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And from there...I have no clue. It's a short plan, but it can be expanded. Oh, and please don't post warning that this idea is horrible and that I'll probably die. Everyone knows that everybody dies, but I'd rather die young helping my friend than live on with that regret.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-67529401841246685722012-03-31T12:51:00.000-07:002012-03-31T12:51:35.258-07:00WAIT WHAT!? Okay, so if you don't know Annex just posted that he just remembered me, is trying to contact me, but can't! What is going on!? He also mentioned that one of my calls actually got through, but it was just static. I'm working on a number of theories, but I'll just post the one in the front of my brain at the moment. It could be that when someone gets stalked by the Tall Dude, they are sent to an alternate dimension. The only differences between the dimensions is that the people who could help the stalked most are either never born or just gone in that universe. This leaves him in a world without me and me in one without him. I know it sounds silly and sci-fi, and it is, but we're dealing with people being stalked by a 10ft-tall, faceless, teleporting, time-altering, fire-starting, eldritch abomination. I don't think that in this situation my theory is all that far-fetched. Of course the much simpler theory is that Slendy and the Proxies (What a great name for a band!) are keeping us apart on purpose. But why? It doesn't make sense, what could I do to stop the unstoppable? Nothing, that's what. So, if my crazy theory is correct, there's really only one course left to me. I must force myself into being stalked by the Slenderman. This is going to be quite the ordeal, but at least it's better than sitting on my ass and not doing anything. I'll post again soon. Don't worry Annex, I am coming.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-82732199509811434702012-03-31T00:29:00.000-07:002012-03-31T00:29:00.767-07:00No real newsThe only class of Annex's that I know he has is his Italian class. I've been staying as late as I can by the parking lot on Tuesdays and Thursdays waiting for him to show. So far, no luck. I also saw his new post. What does that mean? Why is his camera not working? Is it really not working, or is the footage so slender-staticed that he can't see anything and is assuming the camera is at fault? Is he being stalked by the Tall Mother-Fucker or aTp? There are so many questions and so few answers. I'm going to take my webcam with me on Tuesday, and I'll try to upload any footage I get onto YouTube. I don't know if it will be any help, but if there's one thing I've learned from all this slender-shit, it's that random people of Unfiction are much better at figuring out mysteries than I am. I'll try to post more regularly.<br />
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PS: I hate it when blogs post that they should post more. Either do it or don't acknowledge it. It's not something where you can <i>cleverly</i> admit to earn points. If admitted at all it should be in shame and sadness, as I do on this day. Sooooo....yeah.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-70931588198271821072012-03-07T13:18:00.000-08:002012-03-07T13:18:41.880-08:00Status Report and WTFStatus Report-The other day I walked over to Annex's house. (Very long walk, good for me in health but horrible in moral.) He lives with his brother and his brother's wife and kids. I knocked at the door and asked if Annex was home. (I obviously didn't say <i>Annex</i>, but I refuse to tell you guys his real name. Unless you guess it. Because I'm a terrible liar.) His brother said that he's moved out in January, and hadn't heard from him since. He answered kinda coldly, so I don't know what to think about the response.<br />
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Either: 1. He decided to leave to protect his family, and then got Slendernesia.<br />
2. He told his brother to tell me that if I showed up asking questions.<br />
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I've been ruminating recently on why Annex is avoiding me. He obviously has Slendernesia, so he can't still be trying to protect me. Did the memory fuck-up make him distrust me? Did it plant memories of us falling out over something, and he's trying to give me the cold shoulder? Did it remove all memories of me entirely, and now he thinks I'm just some creeper online spying on him? If I was removed from his memories, then how is he still somewhat stable? I've been a part of his life for 9 years now. If you just cut me out of his memories, would what is left make any amount of sense? Ugh, this is frustrating in how in makes no goddamn sense! This is why living in a somewhat fantasy-based universe sucks people: logic becomes useless. I'm not giving up though, I have a plan I want to set in motion.<br />
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WTF-His newest post. Who the flying fuck is aTp? What does that stand for? Why is he hijacking the blog again? Could it stand for 'a Terrible person'? I don't know if that works, because why would the p be lowercase? Why would the p ever be lowercase in such an acronym? Sigh. Alright, back to the investigation.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-34841616535146851962012-02-28T22:31:00.000-08:002012-02-28T22:31:52.647-08:00An explanation, a FAQ, and a new Beginning Yeah, so, for those who do not know, this did not happen. Well, it kinda did at the start. I started this blog exactly as it sounds like I did in the first couple posts, with the same purpose. However, when the titular abomination failed to appear, I gave up and kept this going as a story. Personally I consider is a failure, as I had many ideas that were cut short by my bad writing. I have not seen that guy. Yet.<br />
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This post will serve as an FAQ on the blog from the beginning to now. If you have a question on where the flying fuck I was going, or what ideas I had but never got down, please comment and I'll answer.<br />
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The reason I'm posting again after so long is kinda...complicated. My friend Annex, who I have mentioned on other blogs has started one called Too Tired To Be Afraid. My initial suspicions were correct, and he is being chased by that thing. His problem is not a story, or a joke, but a fact. Over the last several months I have completely lost contact with him, and have not seen him since January. At first he didn't answer his phone, but now he changed the number. He doesn't respond on Skype, and then blocked me. I think he's trying to protect me. Fuck that. I want to help him however I can. Now he's changed it from blog to vlog, and from how he acts it seems like he is missing parts of his memory. I am going to find him, and when I do I will help him. It is inevitable. We live in the same city, how long can he keep away?Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-75592477763070090752011-05-13T15:38:00.000-07:002011-05-13T15:38:41.805-07:00um hibefore i start a last message from my excomrade in arms, roy<br />
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"If you're reading this, I'm dead. All I want to say is, try to help Broken Ace like you tried to help me. He needs it way more than I do. All the years of running and fighting, well...you'll see.<br />
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Goodbye, and thanks for the support,<br />
Roy Hankins"<br />
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i guess if you guys want you can comment with Questions i can answer later. maybe help with my brain. right now im in california in some city near roys county. im using the wifi at this nice comic shop. i like comics. spiderman and blue beetle are my favorite. should not stay long dont want to fight mean men again. had to fight them alot recently. its like theyre the soldier ants of a tall pale Queen ant. i guess thats enough for now please ask questions. bye.<br />
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-the broken aceRoy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-86407542277689618152011-05-10T06:40:00.000-07:002011-05-10T06:40:19.642-07:00Final Post...by meThis is my last post. Dukes is barricaded in house, waiting for CCV to show, and I don't even know if he's dead yet. I can only hope he takes a couple of those bastards with him. Before I leave permanently, I have two theories of mine to share, and an announcement.<br />
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1. Slendy works under different rules for different people. It seems odd that our tall friend always seems so different depending on the blog. My own experience was especially odd. How can Zeke's Slendy and M's Slendy be the same? They act completely different. But then it hit me, what if Slendy changes his tune to fit you. He acted in a structured, orderly, and, in his own words, stupid way around M, while with Zeke he was like a cunning mastermind. I don't know why he does this, but maybe by acting differently around all of us, he scares us all in a way that suits (lol) us. Also, maybe by making our stories so different from eachother's he hopes he can divide us, trying to guess which blog is real and which is fake. Which brings me to the next theory:<br />
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2. No blog/story is fake. There are a lot of blogs that, when we try to find the people in real life or analyze with our own experiences in mind, we decide they're not real. And yet online, the people adamantly and passionately defend themselves, saying they're not joking. Therefore, what if Slendy's existence has tied several different parallel worlds together: via there internet. On the internet, (with the exception of MH) all of the stories are personal accounts. The ones that don't fit with our research merely take place in a different part of the multiverse than our own. For all I know, I could share a universe with the H(a)unted group, instead of Ava and Co. like I expect. Guess I'll never know.<br />
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3. I will be handing off my account and blog to that Sac Stalked, the Broken Ace. We talked over e-mail, and he wanted to take over in case of my...demise. So, I hope you'll welcome him with open arms. Also, just as a warning, his username is not inaccurate. He's a bit...off the beaten path. Of sanity. Try and help him for me, will you?<br />
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Signing off reality,<br />
Roy HankinsRoy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-47782061665428409812011-04-25T20:00:00.000-07:002011-04-25T20:00:46.156-07:00Where is he?Alright, I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. things have been getting serious lately, He was more...direct more often when He could show up, and when He couldn't it felt like every time I turned around a shadow raced down an alleyway. I thought that since He showed up when I started blogging, I could stop blogging to stop Him showing up. It wasn't working, but I had fallen out of habit, so I didn't start again. Nothing to blog about I guess. But when we got back from Spring Break, Ian wasn't at school. I called his house, and they said he had gone missing two days prior. They sent a report, but no luck so far. There was no sign of a struggle, and the last time they saw him he had left to go to the park.<br />
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Alright CCV, you Revenant piece of shit. I've heard how your kind works. Post if you want to trade. I'll trade myself for him, if that is what you want. This will likely be my last post, considering I hope to try and end this chase soon. Goodbye, if you're reading this. Sorry I wasn't...strong enough to keep going.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-4938739071234375232011-04-02T09:24:00.000-07:002011-04-02T09:24:19.487-07:00DamnitLast night, the Lakeport police called. They had the proxy who had attacked me in cell, at least until his trial. Due to his psychotic nature they had 1 guard on duty the whole time, and a security camera watching his every move. There shouldn't have been any way for him to escape.<br />
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At 4:44 pm, the guard was knocked unconscious by an unseen assailant, the camera was smashed with a blunt object, and when the guy stuck with the next guard shift came at 5pm, the prisoner wasn't there.<br />
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I don't know what to do now. I don't think it was Him, he hasn't appeared in Lakeport yet and the camera had to be destroyed, no interference was detected. Plus, the guard's still alive. Please, anyone reading this, I'm not sure what to do if that bastard CCV sends more mooks. What if he doesn't send three guys next time, but five? Or ten? What if he comes himself, I don't know what we would do against one of his elite pawns.<br />
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Before I go, I plead to the Slenderstalked in Sac, if he/she exists. Help us. We need it.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-28005195706284483502011-03-28T19:29:00.000-07:002011-03-28T19:29:19.418-07:00Holy shitx9001Those of you who deciphered CCV's 'mysterious' post are probably wondering why nothing happened yesterday. Well, the truth of the matter is that I have been in the police department thanks to the events that transpired. What events? Listen up guys.<br />
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So there I am, midday Sunday, just woke up, no breakfast, and watching Fruits Basket on my computer (Watching a second time to see how it has aged), when all of a sudden I hear a THUMP from the living room. Now, earlier I found a note from my Dad saying he had taken Mom, Heather, and our dogs to a mountain trip. I generally dislike them, so they didn't wake me. That left me alone in my house as I heard threatening noises from the front of the house, on the day following receiving threats from an unnamed stalker. Oh, and I'm already Slenderstalked, so add that to the paranoid stew. I've always been a cautious guy, but add the previously described description and I decided there was no way I was going to check the sound without a weapon. A quick scan around the room showed me my two options: replica katana of Masamune from Highlander, or an aluminum golf driver. I went with the driver.<br />
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After I slowly crept down the hallway, I peeked around the corner, and there he was. Average looking guy, five foot six or seven, sweatshirt and pants. Yeah, pretty normal aside from the mask he wore around his face. I also noticed he had a knife in his hand. Bad news. Luckily he hadn't noticed me looking (he was looking to see if anyone noticed him), so I moved away from his line of sight. I heard him hit the door, again and again, until it shattered. He stepped into the living room, coming towards the hallway at an even pace. Just as he came around the bend for the hallway, I konked hit in the face with my driver. Hard. Now, despite what movies tell you, a blow to the head does not equal lights out. Instead he just stumbled backwards and ran into a chair, falling flat on his ass. While he was still dazed I ran up on checked his balls with my metal. That put him out. Then I did what I'm surprised most of you don't: I called the cops. I told them a strange man broke into my house with a knife, damaged my family's property, and I knocked him the fuck out. They sent a nearby patrol car over, read him his rights and locked him up. From what I hear he still isn't talking to the cops, just says cryptic stuff about Him. Lame. My friends were hit in similar circumstances, but I won't ruin there stories by attempting to convey them by proxy (PUNS). Instead I'll have them post soon with what they saw and how they responded.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-12043518170857448992011-03-26T14:10:00.000-07:002011-03-26T14:10:31.188-07:00Combined update of WTF, something I forgot about Sac, and ZOMG ZekeYeah, so in order: Who the hell is this Card Carrying Villain guy? At first I thought he was a troll or stalker or something because of the fact he knew my middle name, but in his last comment he gave the full names of my friends. So now it seems he's either: A) a crazy well-informed stalker, who is coming after me soon; B) a general or whatever of Slendershit; or C) Both. I honestly can't imagine which is the worst.<br />
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Next: While in Sac, we were eating brunch in this awesome place called Crepeville (GO THERE! IT'S DELICIOUS!), and the table we were at was covered in doodles done in knife. Halfway though our meal, Ian called me over to a medium-sized doodle near the middle of the table. That's right, Operator Symbol. I think this means there's a Slenderstalked somewhere in Sacramento. I took a picture with my cell phone, and I'll put it on here when I figure out how. If you know anyone in that area, comment please. Living where I do kinda secludes me geographically from most other Slenderstalked, so if there's one 2 hours away, that's awesome.<br />
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Last: Anyone else see Detective Kickass's (Zeke) new post. I may not have posted it, but my friends can confirm I called that one blog would investigate Dreams in Darkness. I just didn't know which one. But, as I posted, I totally agree with Zeke. The whole thing doesn't seem like a paranoid delusion, but like something that happened. I say that his 'brother' is either a proxy, government agent, or just deluded himself. I hope he gets to the bottom of this, because if so it will help my sleep. That's all for now, later.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-3903808059899451562011-03-16T17:08:00.000-07:002011-03-16T17:19:28.729-07:00Largish update"Where have you been!?" Asks my four fans. Well sit down kids! Its story time!<br />
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As I have mentioned earlier, I am a member of Academic Decathlon. We just went to our state competition. I got back Monday, got sick Tuesday, and here I am today. Ian is also on the team, so we had basically the same experiences in Sacramento. On the way there we spotted Him about fifty times...wait sorry. Ian actually counted, and is saying it was forty-three. My bad. Once we arrived at our hotel (the Hyatt), we noticed from our shared room on the eighth floor that across the street, He was watching us, standing on top of a building's roof as tall as our room. About half the time we looked out the window He was there. All five days. I'd comment on the competition, but I doubt you'd care. Yesterday I got sick, as I said. And no, I don't think it was Proxycitus. It was the common cold, its going around here. You'd think after all that time we'd have some great, cool new fact, but we don't. I'm still just as clueless as I was when this shitstorm started. Still listening to advice if you have any. Thanks for reading my rambling shit when you could be reading something good. Thanks for caring. Will post when something actually happens.<br />
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EDIT: Forgot to mention, but several of my text documents have replaced all instances of the word 'the' with 'die'. If this is from you, Slendy, it is quite lame.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-77324890256178377502011-03-05T19:24:00.000-08:002011-03-05T19:24:52.232-08:00So much new information, so little time. Because the conversation Ian, Dukes, and I had several days ago was, well, several says ago, I won't try to transcribe it. We put our heads together and got some information. Both of them saw Him having a face as well, but not the same face. They each wouldn't say who it was, but it was someone from their pasts and who wasn't purple-faced from drugs. We talked it over and decided not to abandon our lives just yet. It was my idea, and here is my reasoning. Now, all of you will start screaming about M's rules, but remember that the king of business suits doesn't operate the same way with everyone. With M He operated by a strict set of rules, but several other blogs have him defying said rules. Using the theory that He takes on different attributes to battle each of us differently, how do we know that those rules will apply to ours? The second He hurt someone we cared about, we'll leave. It the time since we have all noticed patterns. We see Him quite regularly...at school. But the town we go to high school at and the town we live in are different, and are separated by a 15 minute drive. And in the town we live in, we have yet to see Him in our town once. At all. Also, when we first saw Him, His face was set it a strange way that scared the living shit out of us. It was kinda confrontational. In the time since His face has been set in a way that looks like He is examining us, like scientists look at a rat. It's still scary. That's all I have for now, so I'll answer any questions you comment with. See you later!Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-7185973148014373822011-03-01T20:22:00.000-08:002011-03-01T20:22:05.087-08:00Day 4-Here's a great idea! Taunt the unholy abomination!Fuck.<br />
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Don't act like I even have to describe what happened! I was sitting in class 1st period, trying to learn a new equation for fucking vectors for calculus. It's a nice day, sun is shining (after a terrible snowstorm here in Cali mind you), and this day looks like it might turn out great. I turn to my friends Ian and Dukes, lacking the patience to wait until the bell rings to tell them about the kick-ass movie I saw (Summer Wars). As I do, something out the door catches my eye. No. No God no, please don't tell me...it's him. I'm fucked. I stare in absolute despair at the tall, thin man in a business suit standing about ten yards from my classroom's door. Now I can hear goddamn JediZero already. "Told you so man! Now you're fucked with the rest of us!" Yeah. So...calling out Slendy like that was not my brightest move. Now, you're probably wondering how I took this scare.<br />
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First, I nearly pissed my pants. Soon after I recovered class ended, and as we walked out I noticed several things at once. One, no one even glanced at the weird tall guy standing on the campus. They couldn't see him. Second, unlike most thing's I've read about him...he wasn't faceless. He has eyes, a nose, a mouth, the whole works. And it wasn't just any face either, I recognized it, instantly. It wasn't hard considering its purple hue. It was the face of my Uncle Kenny, the exact face I saw when I looked at him before he died of liver failure. And it was staring at me. I made a decision then, and a lot of you will question whether it was good or not, but at the time it seemed the best. I pulled aside my aforementioned friends and told them to look at the exact spot where he was standing. Now, the two have had very different reactions to the mythos in the past. Ian kinda likes it and uses it for a Dresden Files RPG campaign. Dukes, sadly, was overexposed to the Tutorial by myself and now sees the mythos as way less Lovecraftian and more boring rules. The both, however, had the same reactions to seeing him. Their faces turned white, and then they both grabbed me and ran to our next class. Our conversation their went like this:<br />
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I: That was...Him wasn't it?<br />
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R: Yeah.<br />
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D: And He's here because of your blog?<br />
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R: Probably, yeah.<br />
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They then proceeded to turn away and said that we'll discuss it tomorrow. They didn't say a word after that, I think they're really pissed. Well, that is enough action for today. Fill you in on how our conversation goes on Wednesday. Later.<br />
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P.S. We didn't see Him again today, or at least I didn't.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-36806946040660880922011-02-28T20:44:00.000-08:002011-02-28T20:44:30.911-08:00Day 3-SighYeah. So no sign of Slender Man. Again. I really thought that He would have shown up by now. But then, I guess this proves what I thought. He doesn't exist and never will. He's just some scary internet meme that's good story material. Meh. I'll give Him one more day to show. After that, I call bullshit and shut down the blog. Later.Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807349742263306230.post-42042798954467065932011-02-27T11:55:00.001-08:002011-02-27T11:55:33.209-08:00Day 2-No sign of our mutual acquaintance<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:ApplyBreakingRules/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:UseFELayout/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><img src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/video_object.png" style="background-color: #b2b2b2; " class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" id="ieooui" data-original-id="ieooui" /> <style>
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<div class="MsoNormal">Yeah, I didn’t think it was possible to be more paranoid then the night I watched every Marble Hornets in a row, but it is. I can no longer pass a window without looking out it to check. But luckily, (Or maybe unluckily? Not sure at this point.) I have seen neither tentacle nor blank face of that illusive Mr. Slender Man. I am still trying to think up good names for Him. Also, just finished reading all of A Really Bad Joke, and quite like it. I have to say, the Jester has balls of steel. I don’t think I could have pulled off any one of the other pranks, but all three? That is crazy awesome. Also, that post done from Slendy’s POV? Made of more win than three Kamina’s. Okay, maybe not that much. Still waiting for him. I will post when/if I do. Until next time, wish me luck. (Not sure what you’re hoping for, because even I’m unsure.)</div>Roy Hankinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669703681589757086noreply@blogger.com2