Thursday, August 9, 2012

On the road again

Exactly what it says on the tin...

So yeah I am once more running, Mengele said I could stay but... well I don't like being in a place with many /visited/, say what you will about M, but he hit that one on the nose, Dr might not have to look over his shoulder every ten minutes but unfortunately we do

Dr was kind enough though to give me a parting gift, this laptop, so yeah I guess I owe him my life, a chair, and a laptop. Hopefully I live long enough to pay him back...

Well enough idle chatter, now that I seemingly have some time I think I'll respond to some comments.

@Adam: Nice to be back, and not trapped in my own twisted subconscious

@Sammi & Diesel: Hello haven't seen you around these parts, Welcome! As for the last two occupations, I actually traveled with the two former who had "quit" their occupation. As for the ulterior motive, I really was thinking as in the first \masked\  blogs, I think the majority of the newer ones are just people who want to keep track of their lives like you stated, or possibly might be an effect the ~compulsion~ although one would assume it would effect his followers most of all due to its close proximity... and suddenly theory...

@Manic Muse: Yes I am quite aware of this fact, I personally go by the ancient being theory albeit we damn well know it is not mortal, at least by our standards. As for sway,  Maduin The Jester's own findings are what led me to the whole all we say can affect it thing. Also I believe that while we might be giving it a better anchor in this world we are also shaping that same anchor.

Gah got to not get scatter brained or else this will devolve like the others. Bugger it.

Any who, got to go, manager of the restaurant is looking at me funny, got to go.

Stay as safe as possible fellow \visited\


Monday, August 6, 2012

Problem:Evolution Theory:Core Theory as IT'S weapon

Problem: Subject \gaunt\ has seemingly evolved into something much more different than what it initially was, before one simply had to stay in a place witch would make you taller than it and \gaunt\ wouldn't know where you were, before all it had were crazed worshipers who saw it as a god and those whose minds it broke personally, groups of deranged men and women armed with nothing more than hatchets and butcher knifes. Now though... it has a complicated networks of killers, assassins, hackers, truckers, farmers, and everything in between to ensure its network is maintained, hell now a days it seems that \gaunt\ is some sort of mob boss than the eldritch abomination we all fear. Know it speaks directly to those who follow it, even those it stalks,  making it seem, more human...

Theory: To understand this theory one must understand the Core Theory, at its core is the idea that all that is written or said about \gaunt\ effects it, to what degree though, depends on the origins "strength" that being a combination of how many followers they have, how respected the blogger/vlogger is, how many of their followers/viewers come to them for advice. The more of these they have the more likely it is that other people will begin seeing that own persons interpretation of \gaunt\, the more it will begin to act and react in the ways that particular person has seen \gaunt\. Sagel attempted to use this in such a way as to kill \gaunt\ and for a while it seemed like it would almost work... but it did not, it failed. But the idea in and of it's self, it still holds power. When I first heard about _masked_ blogs I wrote them off as false, they were obviously manufactured, it would be utter stupidity to tell people about there lives, to prone to the same mistakes as typical /visited/ bloggers i.e. telling about their whereabouts, giving people an idea of their plans etc. But know, as I read them, they are usually the first blogs that seem to mention \gaunt\'s increases in intelligence, they are the first to make mention of a network larger than just a few crazed cults. My theory is that _masked_ blogs were created not to garner sympathy, but to empower \gaunt\, to make it into the intelligent and cunning entity is now.

Explains: How subject has evolved over time

Issues with theory: Who started this, I don't think \gaunt\ was smart enough to think something like this at the time, someone else, one of his followers had to adapt the theory and corrupt it into the way it is used today. Possibly \dragon\? Who knows?

As always if anyone has any theories of their own or any issues, question, suggestions on how to better this theory then feel free to comment.

As always, stay as safe as possible fellow /visited/

-The Faceless Professor


Well, I'm back from... whatever the hell that was. I feel a little out of it, but at least I' getting better.

So yeah this is Profesor, not Mengele, bastard give me the creeps... but still, this is now the second time he has pulled me out of shit creek when I was without a paddle.
You're welcome

...and now I owe him a new chair, still can't get used to that, bastard has this program, that lets him see everything anyone is typing on the computer on premises, and he can also screw with the computers remotely as well. He says its to make sure people who work with him aren't proxy spies, I just think he enjoys screwing with people, well if he can still feel enjoyment
Yes, Yes I can

...thank you for the unnecessary elaboration Dr.  So from what Mengele has told me, I kind of went crazy, at least crazier than I already am. The only lick of true sense that I ever made was what he posted here... and well I got to say that I vomited in my mouth a little when it seemed my subconscious mind thought that the core theory could still be applied, not that I particularly hate it, it's just.. when I first heard about, well, I think when we all first heard abut it, it ave us all hope, for the first time we felt like we could beat this thing, and then... well we know what happened. 

Still the using it as a weapon part, that has got me thinking of something, a new theory perhaps?

Gah I am getting besides myself. 

Oh yeah also, it seems Dr. Mengele is now starting his own blog, I honestly don't know why, he seems to think it is a good test for... something, he won't tell me what, well then I agreed to pass on the blog for him, so here it is.

there is is, so yeah looks like I'm back

As always, stay as safe as possible fellow /visited/


Friday, August 3, 2012

Subject #063 (glyphed?)

Well I promised that I would give a transcription of my file on the glyphed I may or may not have met. Well here it is, complete and unabridged.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Subject is twenty five years old, 5' 11", Hispanic male, muscular build, no facial hair or scars except one on the lower right part of the abdomen, consistent with a scar from a surgery to remove ones appendix, due to relatively large size of the scar and severity of the scarring of the tissue itself it is safe to assume it was not done with modern surgical implements nor in a modern clinical setting. Subject shows no other abnormalities in physicality.

MASK: Proxy mask is unlike any that I have seen, or any of my partners have seen as well. Most notable difference between the mask of the subject and that of a typical proxy is that it has no facial features of any kind, human or animal, molded onto the face of the mask. It is modeled into the shape like that of half an egg., large enough to cover the entire face of #063. On first glace it seems to be one single continuous piece of molded white plastic but on closer inspection in the area of where the subjects eyes would be it seems there are many diminutive holes cut into it, allowing the subject to see through the seemingly solid mask. On the mask itself there is no personal markings or drawings like typical non-hallowed proxies. On the center of it there is a large (x) symbol, stretched across the entirety of the mask.

After capture subject was sedated and preparations for "interview" were being made, mid preparation the subject suddenly regained consciousness, and showed no signs of the typical symptoms of an individual who just came out of the effects of a sedative. #063 began attacking all individuals nearby while yelling obscenities at all those in the room.
#063 was stabbed once, shot twice, and was attempted to be subdued via chloroform before a blow to the back of the head finally knocked him out. Subject was restrained before he could regain consciousness once again and was put on a IV sedation drip.
On inspection of the three wounds received after #063 woke up it seemed as if the blood had some how solidified on the inside of the wounds, keeping the subject from bleeding out. It seems that whenever the blood comes in contact with air or foreign matter it solidifies into a solid mass, making it impossible to get a sample of the blood.
After this was observed the IV drip removed and an interview was attempted. As witnessed before #063 came out of sedation with no discernible side effects. Transcription of following "conversation" below.

Us: Hello, would you mind telling us your name?
#: Fuck you!
Us: Resisting will only make things worse for you, I will ask again, will you tell us your name?
-#063 begin laughing-
#: You think you can make things worse for me? Nothing can make things worse for me! But I can make things worse for you, want me to show you? Look behind you you fucks!
-lights begin flickering, electronic equipment begins malfunctioning, all signs point to Slenderman manifestation, all four personal (including myself) turn around, about twenty meters away stands the Slenderman. He begins walking forward , personal 1 and 2 begin panicking, both ending up in the fetal position as far away from the Slenderman as possible. Personal 3 immediately fell forward clutching his abdomen and began coughing up blood, all singns pointing to a strong bout of "slender sickness"*.  All personal fall unconscious when "contingency" plan phase 1 is put into place.

At about fifteen meters the Slenderman abruptly stops its approach. Tilts its head to the left as if confused. Attempts to step forward, then seemingly loses "substance" and becomes transparent. Takes a step back and tilts his head in the other direction. Phase two of "contingency" plan put into place, Personal 1-3's vital signs cease immediately. Slenderman takes a step back as if struck, once again Slenderman seemingly losses substance, #063 begins swearing loudly and screaming at the Slenderman. #063 is dispatched via shot to the head , Slenderman losses substance once more, again takes a step back, and it rears it's head. All the lights shut off for two and a half seconds then all turn on at once. Slenderman disappears from the premises.

POST AUTOPSY REPORT: Body shows absolutely no differences to those of a normal proxy, lungs and kidneys due show damage consistent to that of a individual who regular drinks and smokes. Primary conclusion about the scar in the lower right abdomen was correct. Blood shows non of the properties it showed in subject before death.

*Under no circumstances should cocktail #27 ever be used again.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012


We have arrived at our location, have the proper defenses up now. Seemingly lost any proxy trailers.

The professor woke up about one and a half days ago, but I don't think he's all here, he's been babbling nonsense and gibberish, talking about lights, corruption, merit, changes, and theories. The most sense I could make of anything spoken is "It all affects it, everything, Sagel was right, so was the jester, It still holds merit, but it is also using it! it is it's weapon as well as ours, no no no no no no no no. Destroy or use, what to do, what to do, hehehehehehehahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" the laughter lasted for about thirty seconds before his body began seizing and he had a seizure, I took the proper precautions and sedated him before he could harm himself. He is being watched to make sure no further incidents like this happen and to make sure the Slenderman or any other of those who work for him manage to take him. 

I've been searching through my archives of personal "experiments" to see if I have anything on these glyphed the professor seems to think are the next revenants. From what I have heard from his ramblings and from what I have deciphered from his various files, which is a nightmare in and of its self, they seem to be proxies with a glyph on their mask and nothing more with "something wrong" about them.

I found a file on one such subject like the one he describes and I will try to transcribe it into type. But it might take a while since I am busy with preparations and other things. 

Still if the professor thinks it is of importance than it is worth looking into.

-Dr. Mengele 

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Location has been compromised, in route to a new one now. 

Note to self, next time a proxy shows up with a flame thrower, there are probably better courses of action than shooting the tank with a tracer round, like the head.

Well nothing can be done about it now, expect no contact for the next four to five days.

Also, TO WHO IT MAY CONCERN, and they know who they are, prepare the materials, I believe now is the time for Human trails to begin.

-Dr. Mengele 

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Oh dear what have you gotten yourself into this time Professor, you are very different than when we traveled.  together.
I thought you hated facial hair, and you stated you would never fall to the compulsion... well things change I guess.

Ah how rude of me, I should introduce myself to his "congregation", I am an old friend of the Professor when he first began running. As for names, well y'all can call me Dr. Mengele, not a chosen name mind you, just one I was given by those of you who serve our favorite gentleman willing. I cannot for the life of me figure out why.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I just heard one of my "toys" being set off. Persistent little bugger this Glyphed is ehh? Hmmm, not like your going to respond since you are flat out cold. I am starting to think I am going to run out of toys before he runs out of blood, the "glyphed" that is.

Well then as much as I would love to chat  I must leave you, as it seems I need to prep some more defenses.

Usually this is where the professor puts some thing cute such as Stay as safe as possible! or something along those lines but that does not appeal to me, to childishly hopeful.

Well then, goodbye for now, hopefully we shall speak soon.

-Dr. Mengele

Sunday, July 22, 2012

The Enemies

\gaunt\ has different types or "tiers" of servants if you will

First came the \masked\ regular people who work for it, or those how have been "hollowed" out They do a variety of tasks, from hunting /visited/ to jobs that are to insure the network of its follower does not collapse.

The there was the (now defunct) Revenants, while they turned out to be a sick twisted joke done by \gaunt\ it showed that \gaunt\ could change things in the people he rules over, this was the first instance of him altering his followers for his benefit as well as the first example of him allowing select followers access to the path of black leaves. How is causing his followers to think that they are more powerful help him? Simple , since they believe they are more powerful,  they take more risks, are able to endure more pain than if they simply believed they were normal followers of his. Mind over matter is a powerful thing.

Than at around the same time the \dragon\ came into play, with the exception of \gaunt\ itself , he is possibly the biggest dangerous to us /visited/. He is the first to have access to true powers, such as the ability to rewrite the memories of those he targets, as well as also having access to the path. His appearance was met with fear, confusion, and panic among all /visited/. We did not even know whether it was a single entity, or some sort of hive mind complex.due to the conflicting reports of his appearance. We now know though that he has the ability to seemingly "body surf" enabling him to take over the bodies of \gaunts\ followers for his own (and \gaunts\) agenda.

Then came the \gauntlings\. \masked\ that have access to powers like \dragon\ albeit not as powerful as him. They range anywhere from an increase to strength, speed, access to the path, or in some rare cases, the ability to heal wounds inflicted on the body at an accelerated rate. Dangerous because of the fact that they are widespread, not as much as the typical \masked\, and because it is nearly impossible to tell them from regular \masked\.

Information about \glyphed\ was going to be put here... but its to damn long, will have to make that it's own post. I just will reiterate, if you encounter what seems to be a \masked\ with a _glyph_ on their mask STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM IT, or better yet kill the damn things if you get a chance. 

Alive and unwell

Alive, a little worse for wear than I was before, in a safe place.

Attacks and visitations have been escalating in a short amount of time.

Not very coherent right now, shaken up.

Will post about \glyphed\ soon (hopefully)

Be careful in the coming days.


Friday, July 20, 2012


Cannot take long so I write this quick

Emerged on other side of tunnel onto ma road, collapsed from exhaustion, woke up in hospital, left with all my possentions sans the knife, don't know were it is and got to public library to update, left because saw gaunt shit I hear movement need to go. ohgodohgodohgodohgoditsafucking_glyphed_headmywords


Tuesday, July 17, 2012


If I hear this song one more time on this fucking beach...
... I am either going to kill myself, or kill everybody in the nearby vicinity of me

Fuck me sideways my head hurts.

Alright, focus, back on topic.

Saturday, July 7th, last post. After finishing it I went to sleep (get it when I can) Woke up the next day signed back on to laptop, checked blogger, post I was working on regarding ~materials~ and ~infection~ was corrupted, whether due to a \masked\ or some kind of error on the websites part I did not know. After this... details get hazy.

The last thing I can truly remember well is that I was eating at some sort of dinner, and then after that going back to some motel, possibly checking out, possibly checking in, after this, I can't really make anything out.

Location: Lower West Coast, Somewhere along USA/Mexico border

Woke up in some sort of warehouse, all possessions gone, awoke with the following in their place;

Four articles of clothing, briefs, black jeans, white shirt- no tags only the _glyph_ drawn on the chest area in some sort of black marker, and a black sweater, all tags removed as with shirt, has a large _glyph_ on the back made out of some kind of duct tape.

Note in left hand, had the word prepare in all capitals written on it, the circular parts of the p's were _glyph_'s as well. On the back was a strange smiley face, will attempt to draw it in paint or something if I get any time.

In my right hand I held a crushed up roll of money, latter deemed as the correct amount I had by what I last remember, no sign of any twenty dollar bills, it seems someone close to \gaunt\ has a sense of humor.

In right pocket I had some sort of bailsong knife, from what I saw it was made of titanium.

Left pocket hold an old flip cellphone, seems some one went through the trouble of making sure all marking that could distinguish it were almost completely erased. The only thing I can make out is what seems to be the Cingular logo ( I truly meant it was an old phone). All keys were melted together into a solid mass sans the answer call and end call keys. Both inner and outer screens were nonfunctional, no camera of any sort is visible.

Storage facility was located out in the wilderness, no other buildings visible in the nearby vicinity, went out in the woods, attempting to locate some sort of signs of human life or some kind of river I could follow.

Then I encountered \gaunt\.

My first response was to pull out the knife, my second was to begin kissing my ass goodbye.

I was facing \gaunt\ with only a bailsong knife, in the woods, its turf, it probably shouldn't have surprised me as much when I got knocked down, except...

It wasn't from \gaunt\, I was staring straight at it, it did its stupid head tilt thing like it found me interesting, and then the tendrils came out.

And then I got knocked down, something hit me with the force of a fucking sack of bricks launched out of a fucking cannon. I was on the ground trying to catch my breath while... whatever the fuck this thing was on top of me. I didn't get a good look at it, all I know was that it wasn't human, and it had some nasty claws, because I felt a pain in my side.

As fast as it was on me suddenly it was off all I got was a glimpse of one of \gaunt\s tendrils, it seems it does not appreciate its meal being interrupted.

I tried to get a better look at the thing, it looked kinda like a large dog except... fur less, it's skin was a pale white except it looked like it was bruised in many places, and it was squatting down like it was some sort of gorilla. If I had to give it a name... I would have to say from what I saw it was from what I saw, you might laugh, but the first thing that occurred to me was that I was staring at the fucking Chupacabra

I tried to take a look at its head but then it... it made this horrible noise, somewhere between a howl, roar, screech, and a newborns wail, it just... I shudder thinking about that damn noise.

As soon as I started I immediately looked away, as if I did not look at the source it would go away, and I swear to God, I... I think I saw \gaunt\ take a step back, I swear if had ears it probably would have covered them as well.

And then ^abomination^ (will update the code) was on him.

That thing was fighting \gaunt\, in a second both of them were covered in black tendrils, all the while that fucking noise continued.

And then I heard another noise emanating from the fight I was witnessing. It sounded like the static that come from TV's except it just kept getting louder, and louder, and louder, until I just shut down.

I curled up into a ball and covered my ears, just praying for it to end... and then it did.

I don't know exactly how long it continued, I couldn't tell you when it ended. I just remember slowly taking my hands off of my ears, hands shacking, either due to fear or adrenalin or both I don't know. Both \gaunt\ and ^abomination^ gone, the ground covered in some sort of black liquid. Only thing I know is I got up and ran, ran as hard and fast as possible, away from... well whatever the fuck I had just witnessed.

I eventually got to some kind of pipe, some sort of sewage pipe maybe? All I know is I saw it as a way out, and I entered into it.

I have to go now, I think I just saw \gaunt\, I apologize for leaving it on such a cliffhanger but I have to go, just... wanted to let people know I am alive.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

You know what is more terrifying...

...than seeing \gaunt\, in full on killing mode, all tendrils out?

Seeing \gaunt\, in full on killing mode, all tendrils out... WHILE EVERYTHING IS ON FUCKING FIRE, and yes, it was so terrifying that it deserved both italicized and cap-locked text.

So if you read my last post I ended it on I just smelled smoke. Well it looks like the saying that were there is smoke there is fire is proven right once again.

After ending the post I opened my door to see the source, just in time to see the entire place burst into flames, with \gaunt\ walking out of the flames a few seconds afterwards with a few people speared on his tendrils like some kind macabre shish-kabobs.

So then I shut the door, grabbed my pack, took out my pistol and then attempted to jump out my window. Keyword being that I ATTEMPTED to, since I forgot the all import step number four which is to open the fucking window before attempting to jump out, so I just headbutted the bulletproof glass (can't afford the hotels in the nice parts of town anymore) and fell on my ass.

On another note I am starting to think that \gaunt\ likes his theatrics, because instead of slashing open the door like I assumed such a well dressed and obviously busy eldritch abomination it was, it instead launched a smoking corpse through the door with enough force to turn that to splinters plus shatter through the window that had previously kept me from escaping myself.

So wasting no time I got back on my feet and jumped through the window (you would be amazed how much practice I have had with this) landing/rolling and running to someplace safe. As evident by this post I got their with little incident, which surprised me since, in my usually \gaunt\ has some \masked\ back-up to get those who slipped through it fingers.

Still having massive trouble getting anything done on the origin theory. Gonna la off it and try to put down some other theories... now that I think about it, nobody has really put up an in depth look on how one becomes /visited/, will possibly do that next possibly.

Gah, let myself get to carried away, post was much longer than I thought it would be, need sleep, and a new pair of trousers, but sleep first.

As always stay as safe as possible fellow /visited/


Friday, July 6, 2012


Honestly this is getting quite frustrating. I have been working hard trying to get the theory on \gaunt\s origin out but... I am experiencing massive technical difficulties on this damn laptop. And it's not like I can just go a get this damn thing fixed because one, it is stolen, and two, I don't have enough money. I mean honestly...

And yes I know, I should just use bloggers on website document writing program. Then only problem is that I am almost certain the that the author is deliberately fucking around with me, since either when i log in and open this post up it si either complete gibberish, or the thing is just deleted outright.

I'm going to have to put the damn ting on hiatus until either I fix my laptop troubles or my totheark troubles.

As for everything else, well things have been quite, to quite...
Wow I deserve to get my ass whipped in half after writing that line.

But in all honesty it has been relatively calm around me at least. O I'v only seen some breif glimpses of \gaunt\ and haven't run into any \masked\ as of late. Have the sneaking suspicion that I am being trailed.. but it might just be typical _runner_  paranoia. Aside from that well , things have been just

Shit I think I just smelled smoke need to go.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

An answer, and a phenomenon

In my last post Lucia ( asked why I shot the girl so many times in the chest. When I was attacked by the \masked\ I mentioned in the last post in the middle of some woods I was hiking through (no friendly people to allow me to hitchhike, not enough money to pay for any taxi's or buses). During the middle of the night I heard some crashing in the woods (one of the few times I have thanked God for my insomnia) when she came charging towards me.

In my last post I mentioned I thought she might be \gauntling\, let me elaborate, this girl was about 5 feet tall, wielding what looked to be about a 25 pound sledge hammer, I only barely avoided her first swing which by the way completely smashed a sapling behind me. I manged to get my pistol out and fired off a blind shot (I was taken by surprise and suffering from sleep deprivation) which by sheer luck got her straight in the leg, immediately afterwards I shot her in the center of the chest, straight through the heart. A looked away for a second because I thought I heard something else going through the woods.

And then I only narrowly avoided get hit by a fucking throwing knife, the girl was already getting up on her feet (did I mention she was fucking quick) so I quickly shoot her with the rest of the round in the magazine (two). That finally did the job the first bullet was meant to do.  

It would be simple to attribute the fact that when I shot her through the chest I my aim was off due to sleep deprivation... but a similar thing has happened to me a few times before this incident. 

Those of you who read this and work for or are close to those who work for \gaunt\, can you answer a question for me? Do all those who hunt /visited/ each have their own individual mask, or only those who have hunted for a while? 

Stay as safe as possible fellow /visited/


Sunday, July 1, 2012

It used to be so simple.

Killed a \masked\, possibly a \gauntling\ from the way she was handling the sledgehammer she was holding, shot her in the leg, then three times in the chest, I know better than to waste ammunition like this, but still I did. Just finished burying her, shallow grave, her mask.serves as her tombstone. Maybe she will be found by the authorities, maybe a husband and wife will finally receive some closure, or she will never be found, and slowly be consumed by the wildlife...

When I first started running it was simple, there were three "sides", those who couldn't see \gaunt\, those who could and decide to resist, and those on \gaunt\s side and \gaunt\ itself. All those whose served it willingly deserved to die in my eyes. When I saw someone wearing one of its mask's, helping one of its servants, in my eyes they were all the same, all of them deserved to die for aiding such a monster.

Then I started reading the blogs of other people in an attempt to finally attempt to make sense of \gaunt\. At first I attempted to ignore the very existence of those blogs kept by the \masked\. But eventually I began reading them, maybe to see if they would make the same mistakes as some of the /visited/, giving out to much information about themselves, speaking about their locations with complete disregard of their own safety, and proving to myself they were the monsters that I had, in my mind, made them out to be.

And while it is true some were exactly how I had made them out, there were others who weren't anything like them. Some were simply serving it because it allowed those they loved to survive. Not all of them were killers like I had initially thought them to be. Some were simply doing everyday jobs, doing things like normal men and women, except they have to do it with \gaunt\ standing over their heads.

At first when I read of these people I kept telling myself that they were doing was still wrong, they still had the ability to fight, the ability to resist, fight till the end, fight till the last breath, fight till you have nothing left, and then fight some more, nothing was worth working with that, with that, with that fucking thing.

... And then I looked back at all that I have lost, and asked myself, if I was given the chance, would I work for \gaunt\ in exchange for the lives of those that I had lost? Yes, yes I would. but I was never given that choice. Everything was snatched out from under me extremely violently and without notice.

Its just that while in the begging I could take the life of a \masked\ with little to no stains on my conscious, now when I take one of there live I just can't help but think. Whose husband am I killing? whose brother? sister? father? aunt? Daughter? Whose family am I potentially condemning to death because I have cut down their one and only link to \gaunt\.

Fuck that was melodramatic. I hate it when I get like this.

Will try to post my own theory on the creation and origin of \gaunt\, my thoughts on the tulpa theory and my own take on it.

As always stay as safe all those /visited/


Friday, June 29, 2012

Problem:Movement Theory:Pocket Dimension

 Subject \gaunt\ seems to display  the ability to be in many paces simultaneously and an erratic disposition towards the /visited/, one day passively viewing them, other times acting with the utmost hostility.

Theory: Subject \gaunt\ has a sort of pocket dimension commonly referred to as the Path of Black Leaves, in this dimension time and space would be directly controlled by subject, possibly being able to compress space (one step in the path would equal ten in our world) and possibly stretch time (one minute in our world would equal one hour in his) or possibly rewind time in short amounts, allowing him to be in multiple places in once.

Explains: How Subject \gaunt\ is able to be in multiple places at a single time.

Issues with theory: Honestly this is the theory I think is the best of the three. It explains multiple things that have bothered me about him over time, and well, I really can't find any gaping holes in this one.

As before if anyone has any theories of their own or any issues, question, suggestions on how to better this theory then feel free to comment.

As before, stay as safe as possible fellow /visited/

-The Faceless Professor

Thursday, June 28, 2012

It's to early for this shit.

You know whats disorienting, waking up in a different place of the airport than you went to sleep in, in a completely different airport, clear on the other side of the god damn country. And fuck if I care that its two in the afternoon I just woke up and it's early for me dammit.

And judging by how many people have asked the man who looks like Rasputin's crazy Mexican half brother if he is okay I am visibly shaken.

And that's just from waking up and finding out I've lost time, a common symptom of being "hollowed" out.

Now we come to the part of the fucker who calls himself theforgottenauthor. Honestly the last thing I need at this moment is a fucking totheark wannabe trying to track me and fuck with my head, unfortunately I do not feel like dealing with you at the moment so please leave me alone, or else you will end up like the last one \gaunt\ or whoever the fuck is in charge of you fuckers sent, a bloody smear at the bottom of a building.

That felt surprisingly good to get off my chest.

And then there was that fucking video, seriously when I watched it I nearly threw my fucking laptop across the airport lobby, except I didn't because that would probably broken it and it was only by my luck and the stupidity of this laptops former owner that this blog even exists. Stupid scene of that video reminds me to much of a nightmare I've been having lately. Along with the goddamn background picture. And seriously, all those changes you made author (fuck it I'm not writing the entire thing when I mention him), honestly I'm not The Faceless Preacher, it's The Faceless Professor. I'll change it whenever I get the time.
Well my bitching quota has been fulfilled for the entire goddamn month.

Will try to get theory three up today, just, a little shaken.

Well then, that's all for now all my (four) readers.


Sunday, June 24, 2012

Problem: Movement Theory: Different perception of time

Problem: Subject \gaunt\ seems to display  the ability to be in many paces simultaneously and an erratic disposition towards the /visited/, one day passively viewing them, other times acting with the utmost hostility.

Theory: Subject \gaunt\ perceives time in a fundamentally different way then us, possibly perceiving past, present and future simultaneously. This would entail that subject has the ability to simply travel to a certain location, then would be able to "dip" into different times, allowing him to appear briefly to the /visited/.

Explains: How Subject \gaunt\ is able to literately be in multiple places at a single time. Can also explain why he is perceived in the multiple ways that subject is, seeing as different people are viewing him at different times in subjects existence simultaneously.

Issues with theory: Well, the large gaping one is why he does not simply kill off those who pose a true threat to him. Why did he take as long as he did to kill those like the sages, most and foremost Robert, who if is to believed actually caused the subject pain. Additionally after how far subject went to get rid of Robert leads mo to believe that the core theory might actually have held some merit, though if it truly did we might never know.

This has been the second of the three theories pertaining to the issue of movement, I am unsure how I fell about this one. On one hand it explains why subject \gaunt\ can seemingly be in multiple places, but if subject truly has this much power why isn't subject using it more often. Is it possible subject is garnered by a set (or sets) of rules as the aforementioned sage stated? Hmm... Well as before feel free to share your thoughts on this particular theory or share your own theories.

As before, stay as safe as possible fellow /visited/

-The Faceless Professor

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Problem: Movement, Theory: Slender-MEN

Problem: Subject \gaunt\ seems to display  the ability to be in many paces simultaneously and an erratic disposition towards the /visited/, one day passively viewing them, other times acting with the utmost hostility.

Theory: There is not one Subject \gaunt\, but multiple subjects, each one designated to different tasks and ranks, one (or more) would be designated to the task of passive observation (the one who simply stares), another for tracking (the one you see when you are travelling), another for mental breakdown of stalked (the one you see for a second and when you look back it is gone), and finally the executioner (we know which one this is).

Explains: How Subject \gaunt\ is able to seemingly be in multiple places at once, also explains the variety of ways people see his appearance. Also explains how he is able to control a vast network of \masked\

Issues with theory: Does not explain how he is able to switch between "ranks" when angered, also does not explain why all the \masked\ blogs speak of the subject as one single entity. None of the legends supposedly connected to subject nor are any of the stories from the "origin" if you believe in the tulpa theory speak of subject as being multiple entities (something awful forums) Also it is creepy as fuck to consider the fact that there is more than one of it.

Well then this has been the first of three theories pertaining to the movement of \gaunt\. If anyone has any issues, questions, or suggestions on how to improve this theory please feel free to comment. Feel free as well to post your own short theories in the comments as well. I am in a safe place for the time being, so I might be able to comment fairly quickly.

Stay as safe as possible fellow /visited/.

-The Faceless Professor

Problem: Movement

Movement has always been one of my largest issues when attempting to make sense of \gaunt\. From what I have read on other blogs and seen it seems like it can be in multiple places at once/simultaneously. Basically this is a post to say that I will be posting a few theories on the coming future about this particular phenomena.

And by the way, I have no idea if this is relevant to my situation in any way but it seems that some of my words were censored in my last post, but it seem whatever or who ever has decided to do this did an utmost terrible job of it, as it seems simply highlighting the blocked out text will reveal it.

Be it on purpose or simply some glitch on bloggers part it is besides the point, essentially this post is to say that I will soon be posting some theories as stated in my initial post.

-The Faceless Professor

Friday, June 22, 2012

Still Alive, thankfully

 So for those (one) person who have read what is going on I did something of supreme stupidity. Well some of it's my fault, some of it's the fault of my bad luck. 

Here's a quick overview of what happened.

I couldn't afford to go to sleep in a hotel and my location being a large city there were no nice people who would kindly let me borrow their home for a night, so I decided to attempt to go to sleep in a back alley while attempting to keep my scant belongings from being stolen (much harder than it sounds). So of course I found myself a nice little dark corner to go to sleep in, ignoring my cardinal rule of sleeping somewhere with other people who can goddamn see me.

I couldn't have been asleep for more than an hour when I woke up to find I was in the company of four more people who were arguing about something I couldn't quite grasp since I had just been woken up and was still quite sleep deprived. It took a while for me to get my bearings and start paying attention to their overall conversation which went something like this.

"Wait what are you doing don't draw that!"
"We have to it keeps him at bay!"
"Are you stupid that summons him!"

I couldn't see what they were on the drawing but I already had a vague idea what they were drawing, and I was praying that I was wrong, but unfortunately whatever deity truly lives in the clouds could not be bothered with my prayers or was otherwise preoccupied, because the second they moved out of the way I saw what they were drawing, yup it was the fucking _glyph_.

The second I saw  the glyph I began panicking, screaming obscenities at nothing in particular, not because I believe the _glyph_  summons him, in fact I believe the opposite, I have the _glyph_  on every article of clothing I have. No I was panicking because the more _stalked_ there are in one group, the more powerful \gaunt\ gets. So of course my first thoughts were of getting out of Dodge, unfortunately lady luck decided to spit on me, three guesses what shows up... yes, \gaunt\ showed up, even worse he was in full on fur mode.

I would just like to say that in the two years I have been a _runner_  I have never had the displeasure of seeing \gaunt\ with its tendrils out, which I quite frankly am very thankful for. From what I have read on other blogs it seems the appearance of its tendrils is a bit different for every person. Some claim they look like tree limbs, some say they look like roots, others say they look like regular old tentacles, it seems to be different for each person. This is what I saw.

First of all a silence filled the immediate area because \gaunt\ had suddenly appeared, he stared at us like we were some kind of strange animal it was viewing at the zoo, tilting its head like it found us amusing. Before any of us could act, it moved its arms until it palms were facing outward, then all hell broke lose.

It essentially looked like what happens when you put a drop of food coloring into water, it seemed as if ten tendril exploded outwards from its suit, they looked as if they were made from the same material of its suit, tapering down into a hooked point. The second they emerged three of the tendrils skewered one of the _runners_. The other seven reared back like snakes ready to strike. I think the reason I didn't piss myself in terror is because I had barely drunk any liquid that day.

It seems \gaunt\ (thankfully) was more interested in the other _runners_, so I was able to escape from getting my entrails ripped out unlike my fellow runners. I ran out of the alley and it seemed that lady luck decided to take piss on me. It seemed a group of \masked\ were following him, they were seemingly there to make sure any survivors would be dealt with. My first response was to shoot the tallest in the head (I own a .44 magnum for "self defense", got it out the second \gaunt\ appeared) and then proceed to run like hell.

One following chase scene latter in which I was followed by a group of \masked\ who for some reason decided not to bring some sort of firearm of any kind reinforcing my theory that prolonged exposure to \gaunt\ results in lowered brain activity. Anyways long story short I got away long enough to post that little post and then ran until I was able to get away from them into a safe zone, yay.

Well that's the end (finally) of that post, gonna try and get some sleep. Will post some theories soon on a particular phenomenon that has been bothering me.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Quick Update

shitshitshitshitshitshitshit did something stupid have to go
got careless and masked fuckers cornered me had no choice
hear cop car need to go
needed to post something

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Subject: \gaunt\

This is a quick profile thrown together of the enemy of us all, \gaunt\, it has information I currently know and have decided is true through the various postings and experiences of my fellow /visited/. Here it is:

Name: Sle nde r man
Other Names: Tall Man, Tendrils, /construct/, and many others

Apearence: (aproximated from my own sightings and the sightings of others) Imposibly Tall, most sightings say it is around seven and a half feet, though some state to have seen it go to anywere from eight or nine feet. It is incrediblly thin, to the point of being atonomically impossible for someone of its stature if it was human. Wears a black business suit (somtimes portrayed as pinstriped) black tie and white undershirt. It is made of an unknown material, whether or not it is simply fabric or an organic part of him is unknown. Its most recognizable feature of all (or lack of) is its head, devoid of both hair and any recognizable facial feature.

Behavior: Has been known to exibit inconsistant behavior, one second it is passivly veiwing you with something akin to curiosity, the next second it is agreesivly attacking you. It seems to enjoy toying with its food, making breife apperances at the edge of an /visited/'s vision in order to break them down menally.

Abilities: Its most well known ability is the abillity to create upwards of eight "tendril" like appendages, which it has been known to use in grabbing, throwing, slicing, and even impaling its prey. Also has the ability to travel to a sort of pocket demension known as "The path of black leaves". Another one of its abilities is the ability to lengthen and bend its body in impossible ways, in order to futher panic its victims. It also can seemingly affect a persons memory, making them forget what they were doing for months at a time, this leads into it's ability to "hollow" people out, were during these periods of amnesia it presumably brainwashes it's victims, and gets them used to it's presence.

Side effects of being "visited": First symptom is paranioa for obvious reasons, people are also known to suffer from "slennder sickness", thought to be a side effect of being in contanct with a being not of this world. It symptoms include an uncontrolable cough, nausea, the inabillity to sleep, depresion, and the ~compulsion~

~compulsion~: The compulsion is a symptom all who are visited by him displayed in one form or another. It is an obsesion with recording your self at all times, sometimes vie recording your self at all times, writing (and drawing) in a journal, defacing public property with th _glyph_, or, as in most peoples case, blogging. It also can lead to being visited ones self.

How visitation begin: How it chosses its victims is seemingly at random, a current theory of mine is that due to the active and highly irrational imagination of children this is how it is able to just one day appeare and take them to places unknow. For adults though this is more difficult, since our minds are much more rationall and grounded in fact based thinking. Thus it must somehow plant its seeds of fear within us. Thus the more we research and the more we dig into finding out about it, the more we begin to fear it, allowing it to appear to us, first as flash in the distance, and as we get more and more uneasy of it the visitation get stronger, until, well we have all seen how this ends.

Grunts: /gaunt/ seems to have a few cults and followings througout north america, giving it a suppy of those willing to do its work. It also has access to those who it has "hallowed" out, though these agents tend to be slower and much less usefull than there willing counter parts. Both of these agents wear mask when doing its bidding for reasons unknown.

Damn I would like to write more but I think I might have just seen /gaunt/ have to leave. Will try to post in the comming days.

Stay safe as best you can fellow /visited/

-The Faceless Professor

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Explanation of the code

  In transit tight now, pretty sure it is safe to write now, found a bus that has WiFi, so it's safe to post. As you may have noticed I use quite a bit of code in my writings (bloggings?), it seems to be some sort of symptom of ~compulsion~ in certain people, so this is a quick guide of the code words that I have use and probably will use.

\gaunt\-My name for sle nde r man, given to him on basis of name equal power, therefor this will make visitations of him less powerful, have not seen any change, but it doesn't hurt to try.

\masked\-My name for his servants who were once normal people and/or _runners_ who were turned.

\guantilings\-My name for those who are receivers, or "attuned" and able to tap into the energies he uses.

\dragon\-My name for the most dangerous of his associates, can use a few of his powers such as the ability to erase memories and the ability to seemingly "teleport" to some sort of pocket dimension (commonly known as the path of black leaves), only member of this group is red light.

~compulsion~ symptom of being stalked by \gaunt\, subjects display an obsession of recording thoughts, observations, and any other ramblings that come to mind to a extreme degree in some cases, some people seem to be able to fight t to a surprising degree, which leads to-

~materials~ drawings, writings, videos, and blogs written by those being stalked,  reading these can lead to being stalked oneself.

/visited/-those being stalked by \gaunt\

_runners_-those who chose to run from him, usually the ones who survive the longest

_stubborn|ones_-those who ignore all common sense and attempt to maintain their homes against \gaunt\ and his agents, none succeed for long.

_warriors_-those who attempt to fight \gaunt\, extremely brave, but idiotic at the same time, they die the quickest of all

_morons_-see _warriors_

_glyph_ -My name for the operators symbol, the x within the circle (x), exact effects unknown, some say it  summons \ gaunt\,  others say it will keep him at bay or hinder him for awhile, seems different for each person.

  Well there is the explanation for my code, need to go now, bus is coming to my stop, see you around, will try and post soon.

 Stay safe other _runners_

-Faceless Professor

Saturday, June 16, 2012

(x)Introductions are in Order(x)

  Hello, and welcome. Usually this is the part were I tell you a little about myself, if this were a normal blog I would tell you my name, some basic information such as my likes and dislikes, some info on my family, maybe even my age and place were I was born. But this is not the case, as I have no family, not any more at least, nor do I have the luxury of divulging anymore information than is possible, since I do not want him to know more than he already does. For about two years now he has stalked me, I have mentioned him various times in this post alone, so some may be wondering who he is, other might already have seen the signs and know of whom I am speaking of. He has many names, The Tall One, \Suit\, Tendrils, The Angel of Death, \Construct\, \Faceless\, many more, and his most well known name, the sle nde r man.

  Two years I have been running, for two years since he took all but my life from me, two years of scraping by whoever I could, two years of fighting the ~compulsion~ as best I could. Oh how I have fought desperately against it, first by writing a few of the _glyph_ in a journal then burning the page, to insure none others would be infected, but then it got worse, I needed to draw more, write more, soon it was physically painful to dispose of the traces of the infected ~materials~, so now I have caved in to the ~compulsion~ by creating a more public form of venting my hauntings, it is my hope though, that only those who are already afflicted with the ~visitations~  will read this, maybe this will even help some of those peoples.

  This will not be your traditional blog, think of this as a chronicle of sorts. Here I will place my thoughts, theories, analysis, and findings along with the traditional ramblings of the _runners_. Do I believe I will find some sort of magic sword, macguffin, or find the chink in his armor that will one day lead to \gaunt\'s demise, no, I do not believe I will. We have seen what happens to those who attempt to fight him, they die, pure and simple. I will simply observe and record what I have found, attempt to make sense of a being who by all faculties of the imagination not exist, attempt to create some order of this chaos if you will. I will attempt to find the rules governing this being, and tell them to you.

  Must leave soon, got a little carried away and wrote something much longer than I intended, already have spent to much time in this town, I have already seen some signs of \masked\ activity, now I am simply pushing my luck.

  Will attempt to post in the coming days, till then, stay safe, though we all know this is quite impossible.

The Faceless Professor