And I'm not sure if it is even worth posting on here anymore.
I guess I better explain. I can't really tell back when, but I've been under the sway of delusions for the better part of half my life. I'm don't really know the exact reason why but I tend to hallucinate and make shit up and, well, generally go bonkers.
I wasn't really lying a few months back when I was interested in the mythos and whatever and I started getting curious. I started thinking about Slendy and what he is and what he does and started trying to theorize on different... Well, you've probably seen those posts by now.
One of my earlier posts was about how Slendy acts when he deals with people who were mentally ill before his influence. Not long after, I kind of had the idea to, well... Stop taking my pills. I hadn't ever really run into him, or any proxies or anything... So, well, I figured that a personal experience would be for the best. It'd be easy to track and I'd be able to just start taking my pills again if things went south. And for a while, I guess it worked alright.
Of course, I never ran into Slendy, and I lost my pills in one of my episodes a few days after filling the prescription. I tried to hide it for as long as possible, but everything time this has happened before my dad got really upset with me so I usually try to hide it until I can get refilled... But I relapsed (is that the right word) earlier this time.
I did just get out of a hospital after my car crash. They needed to keep me in longer because I had an allergic reaction between my meds and the painkillers for the surgery on my leg... Oh yeah, right, forgot to mention the shard of metal that got lodged in there. It wasn't overly major, but the whole mix kind of ran my family up a lot in hospital bills, car repair bills and stress, so I'm not going to be doing that again any time soon.
To my few readers, I guess I don't have a lot else to say. I'm not really... anything to anyone at this point. I don't have a role to fill or things to do. I still want to stay around and comment on people and help when I can, but... Well, I dunno.
I'm gonna try and get my head on straight.
Take care, guys.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
What I Have
Maurice, tried to take your adive
Escape is impossible
Don't know why
In the hallway's
Ceilings
Auto-
Loops
Found something
In the walls
Losing it
Everyone, stay safe
See you later
Escape is impossible
Don't know why
In the hallway's
Ceilings
Auto-
Loops
Found something
In the walls
Losing it
Everyone, stay safe
See you later
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
short transcription
should've been out by now, right?
still feeling fuzzy. don;t like
heard the doctors(???0 talking earlier gotta write it down
one kepy laighing
no no no come on you were taught better than this.
OK. OK.
One kept laughing and talking about a vacation or something. How something was easy and fun and... more easily broken than other things. Can't really remember what.
The other reminded him that they had a job to do and that their stay here couldn't last forever.
They gave me the laptop again and told me to keep people up to date on my condition.
I hope I'm getting out of here soon. This hospital room looks filthy. The light doesn't work and the cement floor is cracked and the IV hardly looks sanitary and
dammit dzizy again
this isnt right im not that hurt
gotta calm down
so tired again. always tired about now.
still feeling fuzzy. don;t like
heard the doctors(???0 talking earlier gotta write it down
one kepy laighing
no no no come on you were taught better than this.
OK. OK.
One kept laughing and talking about a vacation or something. How something was easy and fun and... more easily broken than other things. Can't really remember what.
The other reminded him that they had a job to do and that their stay here couldn't last forever.
They gave me the laptop again and told me to keep people up to date on my condition.
I hope I'm getting out of here soon. This hospital room looks filthy. The light doesn't work and the cement floor is cracked and the IV hardly looks sanitary and
dammit dzizy again
this isnt right im not that hurt
gotta calm down
so tired again. always tired about now.
Monday, July 11, 2011
hospital thought
glad they gave me a laptop
been thinking
all i can do here
imagine
imagine
a philosophical border
that your trapped in a ravine after being lost in the woods
the two sides
on the left theres only oblivion
a path that will lead you to ultimate destruction
to death and insanity psychological stress and falls
but in doing so you are able to keep your dignity
your pride
your sense of right
the end
a lighter and some gas
a final strike at that which slighted you
and perhaps the action will still get yous aved
on the right theres people looking for you
salvation
saviors
but they are on the edge of the woods
and they cants ee you
down there
so in order to get out
you must risk them
and hope what you have done wont kill them
or maybe youre angry
and hope it will
what path would you take?
been thinking
all i can do here
imagine
imagine
a philosophical border
that your trapped in a ravine after being lost in the woods
the two sides
on the left theres only oblivion
a path that will lead you to ultimate destruction
to death and insanity psychological stress and falls
but in doing so you are able to keep your dignity
your pride
your sense of right
the end
a lighter and some gas
a final strike at that which slighted you
and perhaps the action will still get yous aved
on the right theres people looking for you
salvation
saviors
but they are on the edge of the woods
and they cants ee you
down there
so in order to get out
you must risk them
and hope what you have done wont kill them
or maybe youre angry
and hope it will
what path would you take?
Monday, July 4, 2011
boom
saw the light finally
been a few daays
sorry busy sleeping
leg hurts arm hurts head hurts everything hurts
want to type correct syntax but fck it
oh right guess what
proxies know how to cut the brakes out of a car
hahaha hurts to laugh
woke up to fireworks today
gotta enjoy the little things
no ones telling me about the cras
dont think i wanto know
tired again
take care guytds
been a few daays
sorry busy sleeping
leg hurts arm hurts head hurts everything hurts
want to type correct syntax but fck it
oh right guess what
proxies know how to cut the brakes out of a car
hahaha hurts to laugh
woke up to fireworks today
gotta enjoy the little things
no ones telling me about the cras
dont think i wanto know
tired again
take care guytds
Friday, July 1, 2011
Martyr or Murderer
OK, I still feel like shit, but at least my head isn't spinning anymore.
So, yeah, my plan a couple of days back failed pretty spectacularly. I guess searching for the Bleeding Tree isn't as easy as it seems?
...alright, I can explain. I'm going back to my game explanation though.
We're all absolutely sure who the players are (runners, fighters, infected, proxies, The Big Man himself, etc).
The entry condition seems to be simply becoming aware of Him.
It's seeming like the only exit conditions are A) complete mental wipe and B) becoming an hero.
But honestly, we don't have any fucking clue what the terms are. What's the goal? How do we fight back? Can we fight back? Running never seems to work for long, according to the evidence. Fighting back and finding weapons has only really lead to despair and death. So what's left?
Well, nothing. We're playing a game we don't know the rules to, and every time someone makes an illegal move something terrible happens. But that doesn't stop people from trying. Every time there's something to hold on to, we clutch and pray for a way out... until we realize that we were just given that piece of safety as a crutch to be yanked from under us.
...I guess what I'm trying to say is that if there are rules, we need to find them. Going straight for the kill hasn't worked and isn't working. Running, fighting proxies, research... I can't help but feel like, if there was some way to kill Him without knowing everything, someone would have by now.
So if knowledge doesn't work, what is there left? Religion? Pfffft.
So, yeah. I figured trying to find the Bleeding Tree would be a good way to try and figure something out. Why I thought this would end any other way than badly, I don't know.
I went down to a local park and ventured into the woods. MISTAKE #1: I went into the woods.
I figured, based off the descriptions, that without my eyes I'd either know when I was there by a chill running down my spine or the whisperings of an insane tree, so I decided to try hiking around for a bit, then putting on the blindfold. I had a walking stick with me, so I figured I'd be able to use that to scope out the terrain and get around, albeit slowly. MISTAKE #2: Fucking blindfold.
As I ventured around, I couldn't hear anything except the wind through the trees and the confused questions of nearby naturalists. I was able to get by them by claiming that I was doing this for a self-imposed project of walking a mile in another man's shoes and trying out the most difficult situation I could think of while being blind. A few chastised me for being foolish (read: a dumbass) but a lot of others were actually oddly supportive. I guess political correctness and that sort of shit is a pretty big deal nowadays. About 30 minutes in...
Ugh. I'm really gonna feel dumb for saying this.
I smashed my face into a tree. I tumbled, head over heels over head repeated at least a dozen times, rolling downhill. I woke up about ten minutes later, a few people clustered around me. They had apparently seen my fall, and a few ran off to go get help while the others helped me recover. They splashed some water on my nose, which was bleeding pretty badly at the time, and helped me into a more 'sprawled out on the ground' position. Eventually, I was able to convince them I was alright and was able to stumble my way back up and out of the forest. I came home, stuck tissues up my nose so I wouldn't bleed myself out, took a few painkillers I picked up on the way back, and promptly passed out for what seems like most of a day.
So yeah. Feeling like shit.
Better explain the title. Yeah, I'm sticking by what I said last post. Seems like everyone wants to be a martyr or a murderer. Advance or abscond, pupa. Wonder how things are going to work out for everyone. Seems like a lot of shit is happening in concentrated bursts right now.
Oh, right. Proxies keyed my car. Operator symbols again. Just felt like throwing that out there.
Alright, room's getting a bit fuzzy again. Going back to sleep. Gonna make something over the weekend. We'll see how it works.
Take care, guys.
So, yeah, my plan a couple of days back failed pretty spectacularly. I guess searching for the Bleeding Tree isn't as easy as it seems?
...alright, I can explain. I'm going back to my game explanation though.
We're all absolutely sure who the players are (runners, fighters, infected, proxies, The Big Man himself, etc).
The entry condition seems to be simply becoming aware of Him.
It's seeming like the only exit conditions are A) complete mental wipe and B) becoming an hero.
But honestly, we don't have any fucking clue what the terms are. What's the goal? How do we fight back? Can we fight back? Running never seems to work for long, according to the evidence. Fighting back and finding weapons has only really lead to despair and death. So what's left?
Well, nothing. We're playing a game we don't know the rules to, and every time someone makes an illegal move something terrible happens. But that doesn't stop people from trying. Every time there's something to hold on to, we clutch and pray for a way out... until we realize that we were just given that piece of safety as a crutch to be yanked from under us.
...I guess what I'm trying to say is that if there are rules, we need to find them. Going straight for the kill hasn't worked and isn't working. Running, fighting proxies, research... I can't help but feel like, if there was some way to kill Him without knowing everything, someone would have by now.
So if knowledge doesn't work, what is there left? Religion? Pfffft.
So, yeah. I figured trying to find the Bleeding Tree would be a good way to try and figure something out. Why I thought this would end any other way than badly, I don't know.
I went down to a local park and ventured into the woods. MISTAKE #1: I went into the woods.
I figured, based off the descriptions, that without my eyes I'd either know when I was there by a chill running down my spine or the whisperings of an insane tree, so I decided to try hiking around for a bit, then putting on the blindfold. I had a walking stick with me, so I figured I'd be able to use that to scope out the terrain and get around, albeit slowly. MISTAKE #2: Fucking blindfold.
As I ventured around, I couldn't hear anything except the wind through the trees and the confused questions of nearby naturalists. I was able to get by them by claiming that I was doing this for a self-imposed project of walking a mile in another man's shoes and trying out the most difficult situation I could think of while being blind. A few chastised me for being foolish (read: a dumbass) but a lot of others were actually oddly supportive. I guess political correctness and that sort of shit is a pretty big deal nowadays. About 30 minutes in...
Ugh. I'm really gonna feel dumb for saying this.
I smashed my face into a tree. I tumbled, head over heels over head repeated at least a dozen times, rolling downhill. I woke up about ten minutes later, a few people clustered around me. They had apparently seen my fall, and a few ran off to go get help while the others helped me recover. They splashed some water on my nose, which was bleeding pretty badly at the time, and helped me into a more 'sprawled out on the ground' position. Eventually, I was able to convince them I was alright and was able to stumble my way back up and out of the forest. I came home, stuck tissues up my nose so I wouldn't bleed myself out, took a few painkillers I picked up on the way back, and promptly passed out for what seems like most of a day.
So yeah. Feeling like shit.
Better explain the title. Yeah, I'm sticking by what I said last post. Seems like everyone wants to be a martyr or a murderer. Advance or abscond, pupa. Wonder how things are going to work out for everyone. Seems like a lot of shit is happening in concentrated bursts right now.
Oh, right. Proxies keyed my car. Operator symbols again. Just felt like throwing that out there.
Alright, room's getting a bit fuzzy again. Going back to sleep. Gonna make something over the weekend. We'll see how it works.
Take care, guys.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Ow
If someone ever says to you 'Hey, buddy, I'm gonna go take a walk in the woods while blindfolded in hopes of finding something'... Please stop them.
Thank goodness I wrapped up those hedge clippers. Nasty little tumble down a hill. Just kind of bruised. Few cuts.
Painkillers kicking in now. Going to bed early. More tomorrow.
Thank goodness I wrapped up those hedge clippers. Nasty little tumble down a hill. Just kind of bruised. Few cuts.
Painkillers kicking in now. Going to bed early. More tomorrow.
Dumb Plan
I'm starting to get fed up with all the bullshit everyone seems to be pulling now. Seems like everyone wants to either be a goddamn martyr or murder everyone or hell maybe even both.
Whatever, fuck it.
I've got my blindfold. I've got my hedge clippers wrapped up in a towel. Got my GPS. Got my first aid kit just in case. Long pants and long-sleeved shirt to avoid scraping up my arms and legs. Hiking boots. Walking stick. Cell phone. Apartment key. I think that's all I'll need.
Maybe someday I'll listen to my own advise. Until then, I'm going on a nature walk, and looking forward to a nice cup of tea this evening.
Take care guys.
Whatever, fuck it.
I've got my blindfold. I've got my hedge clippers wrapped up in a towel. Got my GPS. Got my first aid kit just in case. Long pants and long-sleeved shirt to avoid scraping up my arms and legs. Hiking boots. Walking stick. Cell phone. Apartment key. I think that's all I'll need.
Maybe someday I'll listen to my own advise. Until then, I'm going on a nature walk, and looking forward to a nice cup of tea this evening.
Take care guys.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
The Game
You just lost it.
Strangely enough, this relates strongly to what we're doing here. Let me explain.
A game can be broken down into two components: rules and players. For now, I'm looking at the rules.
The rules can, likewise, be broken down into three sub-components: entry conditions, terms, and exit conditions.
Entry conditions are the ways in which you enter a game. To a game of poker, it's being dealt chips and cards. In chess, it's sitting on the opposite end of a chessboard and deciding who goes first.
Terms are the rules of the game. Poker has a complex series of bids, counter bids, dealing processes, and rearrangement of chips. Chess has specific moves for each of the pieces, as well as certain special moves (castling, pawn advancement).
Exit conditions are how you know when the game is over, whether someone wins or you just lose. Poker's is when you leave or lose all your chips. Chess' is when you get checkmated, or when a stalemate occurs.
The Game has a very clear cut set of rules. Let me spell them out for you.
Players: Everyone who has heard of it.
Entry conditions: Learning about The Game.
Terms
-If you think about The Game, you lose.
-If you lose The Game, you are to announce it out loud.
Exit Conditions:
To never hear about The Game again.
To never have heard about the Game in the first place.
Sound familiar, anyone?
Excuse me. These hedge clippers aren't going to find themselves, and this blindfold is being quite unhelpful at the time.
Take care, guys.
Strangely enough, this relates strongly to what we're doing here. Let me explain.
A game can be broken down into two components: rules and players. For now, I'm looking at the rules.
The rules can, likewise, be broken down into three sub-components: entry conditions, terms, and exit conditions.
Entry conditions are the ways in which you enter a game. To a game of poker, it's being dealt chips and cards. In chess, it's sitting on the opposite end of a chessboard and deciding who goes first.
Terms are the rules of the game. Poker has a complex series of bids, counter bids, dealing processes, and rearrangement of chips. Chess has specific moves for each of the pieces, as well as certain special moves (castling, pawn advancement).
Exit conditions are how you know when the game is over, whether someone wins or you just lose. Poker's is when you leave or lose all your chips. Chess' is when you get checkmated, or when a stalemate occurs.
The Game has a very clear cut set of rules. Let me spell them out for you.
Players: Everyone who has heard of it.
Entry conditions: Learning about The Game.
Terms
-If you think about The Game, you lose.
-If you lose The Game, you are to announce it out loud.
Exit Conditions:
To never hear about The Game again.
To never have heard about the Game in the first place.
Sound familiar, anyone?
Excuse me. These hedge clippers aren't going to find themselves, and this blindfold is being quite unhelpful at the time.
Take care, guys.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Introduction [New Start]
...
Originally, I wanted to keep this blog as me-free as possible. I wanted to stay mostly anonymous, as some guys who just rambled on and on about different theories and ideas that ultimately lead nowhere. I... guess that doesn't matter so much anymore. The few people in the world who I didn't want to know about me already do. Where I live. Where my family lives. What I do...
So, I guess, while I still want to ramble on and on about theory, there's no reason not to tell you guys about myself, a little.
You guys have the jist of what I study, where I go to school and such from previous posts, but I guess making this the new start to my blog will be as good as anything.
I live in Kentucky, and I'm studying to become a high school teacher for math and sciences (primarily physics). I'm 20 and my birthday is actually coming up here in October. I'm a pretty big guy in all ways sans muscles. I try to keep my hair short and out of the way and I'm a huge fan of nerdy reference t-shirts. I love playing games (of any kind: board, card, video, etc), sampling new foods, puzzles, logic, reading, comedy... Few things actually make me happier than dressing up as a hipster, going to a 'hipster' type restaurant, ordering a good cup of tea, and sitting and reading a ridiculously out of place book. Like George Dubya Bush's autobiography. I get some hilarious looks.
I guess I'm mostly a nice guy, but I tend to have some temper problems... I guess my last post kind of showed that off. I usually try not to let this sort of stuff bother me, since I'm not really a stranger to bullying, but... When someone takes someone you love and desecrates them...
no no. Not gonna think about that.
Uhm... I guess there's plenty more I can say about myself, but I'd rather if you guys asked. I'm not really sure what else to say...
Oh. Yeah, right.
I guess I've been infected for a while now. I saw Marble Hornets back when it first came out, thought nothing of it, watched it the whole way through, spent a few nights in terror, and then promptly forgot about it. I got back into it a few months back with EMH and TT, and my curiosity spread to the blogs. I guess there's no turning back now, huh?
Alright, take care guys.
-Matthew Duncan
Originally, I wanted to keep this blog as me-free as possible. I wanted to stay mostly anonymous, as some guys who just rambled on and on about different theories and ideas that ultimately lead nowhere. I... guess that doesn't matter so much anymore. The few people in the world who I didn't want to know about me already do. Where I live. Where my family lives. What I do...
So, I guess, while I still want to ramble on and on about theory, there's no reason not to tell you guys about myself, a little.
You guys have the jist of what I study, where I go to school and such from previous posts, but I guess making this the new start to my blog will be as good as anything.
I live in Kentucky, and I'm studying to become a high school teacher for math and sciences (primarily physics). I'm 20 and my birthday is actually coming up here in October. I'm a pretty big guy in all ways sans muscles. I try to keep my hair short and out of the way and I'm a huge fan of nerdy reference t-shirts. I love playing games (of any kind: board, card, video, etc), sampling new foods, puzzles, logic, reading, comedy... Few things actually make me happier than dressing up as a hipster, going to a 'hipster' type restaurant, ordering a good cup of tea, and sitting and reading a ridiculously out of place book. Like George Dubya Bush's autobiography. I get some hilarious looks.
I guess I'm mostly a nice guy, but I tend to have some temper problems... I guess my last post kind of showed that off. I usually try not to let this sort of stuff bother me, since I'm not really a stranger to bullying, but... When someone takes someone you love and desecrates them...
no no. Not gonna think about that.
Uhm... I guess there's plenty more I can say about myself, but I'd rather if you guys asked. I'm not really sure what else to say...
Oh. Yeah, right.
I guess I've been infected for a while now. I saw Marble Hornets back when it first came out, thought nothing of it, watched it the whole way through, spent a few nights in terror, and then promptly forgot about it. I got back into it a few months back with EMH and TT, and my curiosity spread to the blogs. I guess there's no turning back now, huh?
Alright, take care guys.
-Matthew Duncan
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
A Missed Opportunity
Me: 6' physics/education major at some college in Kentucky, hoping to someday go into education maybe. Husky, short hair, blue eyes. Often wearing a t-shirt with a nerdy reference on it and jean shorts.
You: Some asshole who I can only assume is a proxy who, while I was at home, snuck to my near-campus apartment, chucked a brick through the window, and lay the rotting remains of my beloved pet on my fucking bed. The Operator Symbol was a nice fucking touch.
Allow me to make myself perfectly clear right now.
I'm going to slit your throat and strangle you from the inside.
You: Some asshole who I can only assume is a proxy who, while I was at home, snuck to my near-campus apartment, chucked a brick through the window, and lay the rotting remains of my beloved pet on my fucking bed. The Operator Symbol was a nice fucking touch.
Allow me to make myself perfectly clear right now.
I'm going to find you.
I'm going to get my hands on you.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Still at home
Something...
Or someone...
...dug up Whisker's grave over the weekend.
I...
This...
Fucking A.
My parents buried her in our backyard, near my dad's garden, just like we did to Cookie a few years back.
We were gone for the weekend, and the person watching over our house said she didn't see anyone come by, other than the usual (people passing by, walking dogs, playing, etc). The neighbors didn't see anything either.
The thing getting me here is apparently our neighbor's dog didn't bark. I... I guess I figured dogs kind of made a safe zone. Apparently not? I'm just kind of hoping that it was a dog that did it, then. Or some other sort of animal. I mean, it couldn't have been a shovel that dug her up. The hole wasn't... neat enough, I guess? My dad grew up on a farm, and apparently there's a method of telling the difference between digging something up and clawing up the earth. I couldn't see it, but if our dog didn't go apeshit (which she does), I guess it would have had to been an animal.
My mom kind of burst into hysterics and my dad and brother are trying to calm her down, so I'm staying here for a few more days and helping with that. We'd call the police, but, well... What are we gonna say? Someone stole our dead rabbit?
Gotta think about something else...
Uh, right. Magic the Gathering. Not sure if anyone plays, but they banned JtMS and Stoneforge from Standard today. Greatest thing I've heard in a while. Finally, Grand Architect will stand at the top of the meta! ...once it overcomes Hawkward, Splinter Twin, and RDW.
Rambling, yeah. OK, so I kind of already said this on Maduin's blog a while back, but I'm not sure if anyone saw it and I'm an attention whore. The Eldrazi are a race of beings from the Blind Eternities, which is pretty much the space between planes of existence. They have no physical form. There are three big ones: Emrakul (the Aeons Torn), Kozilek (Butcher of Truth), and Ulamog (the Infinite Gyre). They basically went around devouring planes of existence (from what I can remember, the mythos is something I'm just getting into) for a while, until they were stopped.
The people who stopped them were Ugin the Spirit Dragon, Sorin Markov, and some (as of yet) unnamed third guy. They... OK, hold on, getting ahead of myself. In the MtG universe, there are beings called planeswalkers that can hop around the planes of existence (provided they know where they're going). These three were planeswalkers dedicated to stopping the Eldrazi. However, in order to do so, they needed the right stuff.
First, the Eldrazi had to be contained in a plane with powerful mana. The plane of Zendikar was a perfect choice, as mana there is ridiculously crazy and casting spells can have weird side effects. So basically, they lured the Eldrazi to Zendikar, and then the three planeswalkers dropped a train on them. Sorin Markov, a vampire specializing in life-draining magic, was somehow able to force the Eldrazi into a physical form, and then Ugin used his invisible fire breath (I feel like I'm losing some of you at this point) to hold off the Eldrazi. The third guy used magic dealing with gems and minerals, and was able to create a gem (names the Eye of Ugin) that sealed the Eldrazi in the Blind Eternities.
Cut forward an untold amount of time. Nicol Bolas, one of the meanest, baddest dudes (read: dragon) in the multiverse begins manipulating events to free the Eldrazi (I'm remembering this stuff as best I can, and don't feel like looking it up). He uses his minion, Sarkan Vol (a planeswalker who specializes in dragony magics) to guard the Eye of Ugin and try and figure out it's mysteries. Chadra Nalar, planeswalker and pyromancer extraordinaire, finds a map to the Eye of Ugin by stealing it from some shmucks, and for some reason unknown to me decides to follow it. Cue Jace Beleren, planeswalker and mind mage. He was the one originally in possession of the map, and goes to hunt Chadra. Shenanigans happen and other bullshit, which culminates in Chadra and Jace fighting Sarkan Vol. Sarkan takes a dragon form and begins whipping Jace and Chadra's asses (metaphorically), and Jace, who had figured out bits and pieces about the chamber, told Chadra to summon a colorless fire. She finds she is able to do so, and they beat Sarkan... and blow open the Eye. Cue Eldrazi rush.
Jace and Chadra leave and don't look back, more or less. Sorin is hanging around Zendikar and saves Nissa, an elfen planeswalker, from some Eldrazi. He then basically tells her the gist of the situation and she comes along to help repair the Eye. Adventures happen, and they find their way into the chamber. Sorin decides to look around, and it's in this instance that Nissa decides that completely destroying the Eye is the best way to get the Eldrazi out of Zendikar. she completely destroys it, Sorin says 'Fuck this, I'm out', and Nissa quickly discovers she was a giant moron and goes to track down Sorin to get him to help fix this mess... again.
Lots of holes, but I can't remember a lot of it and, frankly, I can't be assed to do more right now.
Heading back to campus tomorrow.
Take care guys.
Or someone...
...dug up Whisker's grave over the weekend.
I...
This...
Fucking A.
My parents buried her in our backyard, near my dad's garden, just like we did to Cookie a few years back.
We were gone for the weekend, and the person watching over our house said she didn't see anyone come by, other than the usual (people passing by, walking dogs, playing, etc). The neighbors didn't see anything either.
The thing getting me here is apparently our neighbor's dog didn't bark. I... I guess I figured dogs kind of made a safe zone. Apparently not? I'm just kind of hoping that it was a dog that did it, then. Or some other sort of animal. I mean, it couldn't have been a shovel that dug her up. The hole wasn't... neat enough, I guess? My dad grew up on a farm, and apparently there's a method of telling the difference between digging something up and clawing up the earth. I couldn't see it, but if our dog didn't go apeshit (which she does), I guess it would have had to been an animal.
My mom kind of burst into hysterics and my dad and brother are trying to calm her down, so I'm staying here for a few more days and helping with that. We'd call the police, but, well... What are we gonna say? Someone stole our dead rabbit?
Gotta think about something else...
Uh, right. Magic the Gathering. Not sure if anyone plays, but they banned JtMS and Stoneforge from Standard today. Greatest thing I've heard in a while. Finally, Grand Architect will stand at the top of the meta! ...once it overcomes Hawkward, Splinter Twin, and RDW.
Rambling, yeah. OK, so I kind of already said this on Maduin's blog a while back, but I'm not sure if anyone saw it and I'm an attention whore. The Eldrazi are a race of beings from the Blind Eternities, which is pretty much the space between planes of existence. They have no physical form. There are three big ones: Emrakul (the Aeons Torn), Kozilek (Butcher of Truth), and Ulamog (the Infinite Gyre). They basically went around devouring planes of existence (from what I can remember, the mythos is something I'm just getting into) for a while, until they were stopped.
The people who stopped them were Ugin the Spirit Dragon, Sorin Markov, and some (as of yet) unnamed third guy. They... OK, hold on, getting ahead of myself. In the MtG universe, there are beings called planeswalkers that can hop around the planes of existence (provided they know where they're going). These three were planeswalkers dedicated to stopping the Eldrazi. However, in order to do so, they needed the right stuff.
First, the Eldrazi had to be contained in a plane with powerful mana. The plane of Zendikar was a perfect choice, as mana there is ridiculously crazy and casting spells can have weird side effects. So basically, they lured the Eldrazi to Zendikar, and then the three planeswalkers dropped a train on them. Sorin Markov, a vampire specializing in life-draining magic, was somehow able to force the Eldrazi into a physical form, and then Ugin used his invisible fire breath (I feel like I'm losing some of you at this point) to hold off the Eldrazi. The third guy used magic dealing with gems and minerals, and was able to create a gem (names the Eye of Ugin) that sealed the Eldrazi in the Blind Eternities.
Cut forward an untold amount of time. Nicol Bolas, one of the meanest, baddest dudes (read: dragon) in the multiverse begins manipulating events to free the Eldrazi (I'm remembering this stuff as best I can, and don't feel like looking it up). He uses his minion, Sarkan Vol (a planeswalker who specializes in dragony magics) to guard the Eye of Ugin and try and figure out it's mysteries. Chadra Nalar, planeswalker and pyromancer extraordinaire, finds a map to the Eye of Ugin by stealing it from some shmucks, and for some reason unknown to me decides to follow it. Cue Jace Beleren, planeswalker and mind mage. He was the one originally in possession of the map, and goes to hunt Chadra. Shenanigans happen and other bullshit, which culminates in Chadra and Jace fighting Sarkan Vol. Sarkan takes a dragon form and begins whipping Jace and Chadra's asses (metaphorically), and Jace, who had figured out bits and pieces about the chamber, told Chadra to summon a colorless fire. She finds she is able to do so, and they beat Sarkan... and blow open the Eye. Cue Eldrazi rush.
Jace and Chadra leave and don't look back, more or less. Sorin is hanging around Zendikar and saves Nissa, an elfen planeswalker, from some Eldrazi. He then basically tells her the gist of the situation and she comes along to help repair the Eye. Adventures happen, and they find their way into the chamber. Sorin decides to look around, and it's in this instance that Nissa decides that completely destroying the Eye is the best way to get the Eldrazi out of Zendikar. she completely destroys it, Sorin says 'Fuck this, I'm out', and Nissa quickly discovers she was a giant moron and goes to track down Sorin to get him to help fix this mess... again.
Lots of holes, but I can't remember a lot of it and, frankly, I can't be assed to do more right now.
Heading back to campus tomorrow.
Take care guys.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Gone for the weekend
I went home yesterday as, today, my family and I have traveled to a family reunion. I'll be here until Sunday, and then I'll be back to work Monday.
I guess, at Maurice's request...
My rabbit's name was Whiskers (once again, she was adopted, so the name was not ours). She was... I believe the term was a Dutch rabbit. She had a white streak down the top of her head and around the front of her torso, and the rest was an odd mismash of brown, gray, and white. She lived to be about 14, according to my mom (who honestly knows better than I do). We originally adopted her to keep our other rabbit, Cookie, company. I remember how, at the beginning, they hated eachother. They'd always get into a fight and cause a ruckus, so one of them had to be kept in the cage while one got to hop around the room. It didn't take a long time for the two of them to bond, though. It would become a habit of theirs to sleep on top of eachother. It was adorable.
And then Cookie died.
We were out when it happened. Someone who was watching our home had apparently heard her scream. Apparently rabbits scream when they die? Regardless, Cookie screamed and died, and we got back a day later. We boxed her up and buried her in the back yard.
Whiskers... She knew, I think. Eventually. The two of them had a ritual where one would thump theirs feet against the ground to alert the other, and we would sometimes thump against the grounds, and Whiskers would come running. I think... she wanted to see Cookie one more time. I'd like to think that. Eventually, this reaction faded away, and she seemed to get a lot more withdrawn.
When I was younger, I loved to get down on the ground in front of them and watch them eat and give them Eskimo kisses (where you rub noses together, you know?) and I guess that's a little juvenile, but it was a symbol of my love for them, and I always tried to do that at least once per visit.
...I think I've thoroughly embarrassed myself now. I'm heading to bed.
I guess, at Maurice's request...
My rabbit's name was Whiskers (once again, she was adopted, so the name was not ours). She was... I believe the term was a Dutch rabbit. She had a white streak down the top of her head and around the front of her torso, and the rest was an odd mismash of brown, gray, and white. She lived to be about 14, according to my mom (who honestly knows better than I do). We originally adopted her to keep our other rabbit, Cookie, company. I remember how, at the beginning, they hated eachother. They'd always get into a fight and cause a ruckus, so one of them had to be kept in the cage while one got to hop around the room. It didn't take a long time for the two of them to bond, though. It would become a habit of theirs to sleep on top of eachother. It was adorable.
And then Cookie died.
We were out when it happened. Someone who was watching our home had apparently heard her scream. Apparently rabbits scream when they die? Regardless, Cookie screamed and died, and we got back a day later. We boxed her up and buried her in the back yard.
Whiskers... She knew, I think. Eventually. The two of them had a ritual where one would thump theirs feet against the ground to alert the other, and we would sometimes thump against the grounds, and Whiskers would come running. I think... she wanted to see Cookie one more time. I'd like to think that. Eventually, this reaction faded away, and she seemed to get a lot more withdrawn.
When I was younger, I loved to get down on the ground in front of them and watch them eat and give them Eskimo kisses (where you rub noses together, you know?) and I guess that's a little juvenile, but it was a symbol of my love for them, and I always tried to do that at least once per visit.
...I think I've thoroughly embarrassed myself now. I'm heading to bed.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Feeling a bit surreal right now
Yesterday I was told my pet rabbit died. This is unsettling to me for a lot of reasons...
The first, and hardly least of which, is that I loved my rabbit. It isn't to say this is a surprise. She lived to be about 12-ish (I think that was her age, which is a little unclear because she was adopted from the Humane Society), which is really old for a rabbit. She was having to take medicine for her joints already, and I was told at the end she could barely stand, so it was very humane. So I guess I'm sad she had to go, but happy she's gone? I wouldn't have wanted her to hurt any more than she did there. But I'll miss searching the rec room for her, and watching her eat carrots, and leaning down to stroke her ears....
But, more than that, I guess I'm a little blown away by the fact that she died and I wasn't there. I'm staying near my college campus two hours away from home to work over the summer, and while I'm not surprised she had to be put down, the fact that it happened... is kind of freaking me out a little. I know life goes on whether you're in a place or not, but this is the first event in the past three years that's really... impacted me. I feel kind of split right now. Half of me is detached due to lack of proximity, and the other half of me wants to mourn.
And, I don't really know how to explain it, but right now I feel... wrong. Like I'm not all here. Cloudy in the head, living in a dream, floating around... I don't know if this is making any sense? I guess it just kind of feels like I'm half asleep. It's not a bad feeling, just... unsettling.
heh or maybe its cuz i got like five hours of sleep so tired sllee pno.w hehe
Jeez I wish I could.
I'll... talk about other stuff later I guess. Take care guys.
The first, and hardly least of which, is that I loved my rabbit. It isn't to say this is a surprise. She lived to be about 12-ish (I think that was her age, which is a little unclear because she was adopted from the Humane Society), which is really old for a rabbit. She was having to take medicine for her joints already, and I was told at the end she could barely stand, so it was very humane. So I guess I'm sad she had to go, but happy she's gone? I wouldn't have wanted her to hurt any more than she did there. But I'll miss searching the rec room for her, and watching her eat carrots, and leaning down to stroke her ears....
But, more than that, I guess I'm a little blown away by the fact that she died and I wasn't there. I'm staying near my college campus two hours away from home to work over the summer, and while I'm not surprised she had to be put down, the fact that it happened... is kind of freaking me out a little. I know life goes on whether you're in a place or not, but this is the first event in the past three years that's really... impacted me. I feel kind of split right now. Half of me is detached due to lack of proximity, and the other half of me wants to mourn.
And, I don't really know how to explain it, but right now I feel... wrong. Like I'm not all here. Cloudy in the head, living in a dream, floating around... I don't know if this is making any sense? I guess it just kind of feels like I'm half asleep. It's not a bad feeling, just... unsettling.
heh or maybe its cuz i got like five hours of sleep so tired sllee pno.w hehe
Jeez I wish I could.
I'll... talk about other stuff later I guess. Take care guys.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Back to Basics and the Operator Symbol
So, yeah, apparently that previous post was just as much bullshit as I thought it was. Maybe more. Gonna take a break from talking about that for now. I'd like to come back to it and talk about it more, which I might do... I dunno.
But so yeah. the Operator Symbol. A totem of defense? A piece of His name?
Honestly, I just think it's a terrible idea in general.
Why? Oh I don't know. Let's take a look at the track record.
1) In locations where the Operator Symbol pops up, He (or one of his minions or infected or a runner) has some sort of influence.
2) People who are infected copy this thing like they'll never run out of toner.
3) Why?
OK time to go over each of time.
The first one is pretty self explanatory. Even if the Operator's Symbol acts as some form of defense, he still shows his influence around them. If there's an OS around, he's there. Simple as that.
The second one is also pretty self explanatory. If someone is heavily infected, they just keep drawing it. Maybe as a way to focus themselves, or maybe as a method of defense, but it doesn't stop anything, except temporarily. In fact, it just makes them seem more insane to the people around them, and then the infected are ostracized from normal social contact, which can actually help against this infection.
The third one requires some explaining. WHY do you think the Operator Symbol acts as a defense? Go ahead, formulate an argument.
...oh, and one more thing. Saying '_____ said so' is not evidence enough.
...oh, back so soon? No good argument? I thought not.
Listen, we don't know anything about The Phenomena, so why do we think the Operator Symbol will do jack shit?
We are being played. SO goddamn hard. The best way to keep people defenseless is to sell them armor that DOESN'T WORK. That way, they feel safe and secure, and then they get careless. They figure they have some method of fighting back, and then they try and make more defenses, or just become dependent on the one, and then they can just get picked off like berries on a bush.
Now, not everyone thinks the Operator Symbol is a defense. There's a lot of theories out there, and I can't say I know all of them. Just... do me a favor and if, in your thoughts, you think the Operator Symbol is a tool to help you, go ahead and forget it now.
Next time... I actually want to kind of repost a comment I made on Maduin's blog. It's about Magic the gathering and the Eldrazi, and honestly I found it rather cool because a lot of parallels abound (Rule of Three, stylistic similarities, bluh bluh).
Take care, guys.
But so yeah. the Operator Symbol. A totem of defense? A piece of His name?
Honestly, I just think it's a terrible idea in general.
Why? Oh I don't know. Let's take a look at the track record.
1) In locations where the Operator Symbol pops up, He (or one of his minions or infected or a runner) has some sort of influence.
2) People who are infected copy this thing like they'll never run out of toner.
3) Why?
OK time to go over each of time.
The first one is pretty self explanatory. Even if the Operator's Symbol acts as some form of defense, he still shows his influence around them. If there's an OS around, he's there. Simple as that.
The second one is also pretty self explanatory. If someone is heavily infected, they just keep drawing it. Maybe as a way to focus themselves, or maybe as a method of defense, but it doesn't stop anything, except temporarily. In fact, it just makes them seem more insane to the people around them, and then the infected are ostracized from normal social contact, which can actually help against this infection.
The third one requires some explaining. WHY do you think the Operator Symbol acts as a defense? Go ahead, formulate an argument.
...oh, and one more thing. Saying '_____ said so' is not evidence enough.
...oh, back so soon? No good argument? I thought not.
Listen, we don't know anything about The Phenomena, so why do we think the Operator Symbol will do jack shit?
We are being played. SO goddamn hard. The best way to keep people defenseless is to sell them armor that DOESN'T WORK. That way, they feel safe and secure, and then they get careless. They figure they have some method of fighting back, and then they try and make more defenses, or just become dependent on the one, and then they can just get picked off like berries on a bush.
Now, not everyone thinks the Operator Symbol is a defense. There's a lot of theories out there, and I can't say I know all of them. Just... do me a favor and if, in your thoughts, you think the Operator Symbol is a tool to help you, go ahead and forget it now.
Next time... I actually want to kind of repost a comment I made on Maduin's blog. It's about Magic the gathering and the Eldrazi, and honestly I found it rather cool because a lot of parallels abound (Rule of Three, stylistic similarities, bluh bluh).
Take care, guys.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Procrastination and also some other stuff I guess
OK so this is kind of an original theory and it probably isn't well-crafted at all but the idea just kind of stuck one day and wouldn't let go. There's going to be a lot of assumptions and bullshit thrown around so grab the Febreeze, friends.
As I write this, I wish to throw this up here. There's a lot of reading I've yet to do, so if some of the connections I throw down here are completely true/false, please let me know. I don't want to seem like a total moron.
OK, so for the sake of this theory, let's say that there is a second world nearly parallel to ours. To further this idea, let's say this second world is the world of the paranormal. The world AmalgamationSage runs around, the world that the Path of Black Leaves runs/ can run through, the world where all super-, sub-, and paranormal activity spawns from, yeah? For the sake of being coy and bullshitty about this, let's go ahead and call it 'The Other'.
Let's furthermore assume that a majority of that world's mechanics are alien to us in the same way that a large amount of our world's mechanics are alien to beings from 'The Other'. There's enough to be similar, but not the same. Your feet don't fly off the ground in most places, there's mostly breathable atmosphere in most places you can get to, etc.
Warning: If you thought the previous paragraphs were bullshit, you're about to be knee-deep in bovine excrement. Those of you with weak constitutions and/or anger management problems might want to stop reading / never find out where I live and come rain angry fists upon me.
Now then, for the sake of argument, there are three 'Realms' of Perception. These three 'Realms' are the 'Realms' of Beasts/Plants, Man, and Others. The 'Realm' of Beasts/Plants reigns over the Primal world, the 'Realm' of Man reigns over the 'Sophisticated' World, and the 'Realm' of Others reigns over the 'Unnatural' World.
Alright, so yeah. Explanation time.
The 'Sophisticated' World is actually just a way to describe the process of logic and knowledge in day to day life. We are far from sophisticated, guys. I say this because our lives are, more or less, rigid. We have schedules that we follow on a semi-regular basis. We eat, shower, work, relax, shit, exchange little green pieces of paper, and sleep according to a schedule that we find works for us, and see the world with a sense of order and science. Trees grow out of dirt, not water. We're kept on the Earth's surface by a mysterious force called gravity. We have arbitrary units for everything (time, distance, mass, culture, etc). We do this because we see the world in a very analytical way. We dissect everything into categories and lists, like 'Foods That I Like', 'Movies I'd Like to See', 'People I Don't Want To See Today', etc. It is due to this extremely orderly way we look at the world that the 'Realm' of Man shall also be known as Reason.
The 'Primal' World, likewise, is simply a way to describe the way animals/plants see the world. It is a place to grow, eat, shit, sleep, etc, just like it is for us, but the amount of order and rigidity is significantly lessened. Specifically plants, but also animals, can't really grasp the idea of logic and order. Causality doesn't apply to them. Everything that is simply is, and those living in the 'Primal' World have to adapt to those conditions. That isn't to say an animal cannot reason, just not on the level that humans can. A human can reasonably estimate the amount of time it would take an object to fall from a certain height before it begins it's descent. Animals cannot. However, what animals have over us is the ability to act first, think later. In this light, the 'Realm' of Beasts/Plants shall also be known as Instinct.
The 'Unnatural' World is alien to us. Enough said. There is no way to explain the way these things think because they live in 'The Other', and therefore their thought processes are completely alien to ours. The 'Realm' of Others shall then be known as Unknown.
OK so yeah there's the background ideas. I guess I should get back to work now. Talk about implications later. This lab manual isn't going to write itself, despite my prayers.
Take care guys.
As I write this, I wish to throw this up here. There's a lot of reading I've yet to do, so if some of the connections I throw down here are completely true/false, please let me know. I don't want to seem like a total moron.
OK, so for the sake of this theory, let's say that there is a second world nearly parallel to ours. To further this idea, let's say this second world is the world of the paranormal. The world AmalgamationSage runs around, the world that the Path of Black Leaves runs/ can run through, the world where all super-, sub-, and paranormal activity spawns from, yeah? For the sake of being coy and bullshitty about this, let's go ahead and call it 'The Other'.
Let's furthermore assume that a majority of that world's mechanics are alien to us in the same way that a large amount of our world's mechanics are alien to beings from 'The Other'. There's enough to be similar, but not the same. Your feet don't fly off the ground in most places, there's mostly breathable atmosphere in most places you can get to, etc.
Warning: If you thought the previous paragraphs were bullshit, you're about to be knee-deep in bovine excrement. Those of you with weak constitutions and/or anger management problems might want to stop reading / never find out where I live and come rain angry fists upon me.
Now then, for the sake of argument, there are three 'Realms' of Perception. These three 'Realms' are the 'Realms' of Beasts/Plants, Man, and Others. The 'Realm' of Beasts/Plants reigns over the Primal world, the 'Realm' of Man reigns over the 'Sophisticated' World, and the 'Realm' of Others reigns over the 'Unnatural' World.
Alright, so yeah. Explanation time.
The 'Sophisticated' World is actually just a way to describe the process of logic and knowledge in day to day life. We are far from sophisticated, guys. I say this because our lives are, more or less, rigid. We have schedules that we follow on a semi-regular basis. We eat, shower, work, relax, shit, exchange little green pieces of paper, and sleep according to a schedule that we find works for us, and see the world with a sense of order and science. Trees grow out of dirt, not water. We're kept on the Earth's surface by a mysterious force called gravity. We have arbitrary units for everything (time, distance, mass, culture, etc). We do this because we see the world in a very analytical way. We dissect everything into categories and lists, like 'Foods That I Like', 'Movies I'd Like to See', 'People I Don't Want To See Today', etc. It is due to this extremely orderly way we look at the world that the 'Realm' of Man shall also be known as Reason.
The 'Primal' World, likewise, is simply a way to describe the way animals/plants see the world. It is a place to grow, eat, shit, sleep, etc, just like it is for us, but the amount of order and rigidity is significantly lessened. Specifically plants, but also animals, can't really grasp the idea of logic and order. Causality doesn't apply to them. Everything that is simply is, and those living in the 'Primal' World have to adapt to those conditions. That isn't to say an animal cannot reason, just not on the level that humans can. A human can reasonably estimate the amount of time it would take an object to fall from a certain height before it begins it's descent. Animals cannot. However, what animals have over us is the ability to act first, think later. In this light, the 'Realm' of Beasts/Plants shall also be known as Instinct.
The 'Unnatural' World is alien to us. Enough said. There is no way to explain the way these things think because they live in 'The Other', and therefore their thought processes are completely alien to ours. The 'Realm' of Others shall then be known as Unknown.
OK so yeah there's the background ideas. I guess I should get back to work now. Talk about implications later. This lab manual isn't going to write itself, despite my prayers.
Take care guys.
Note to self
Buy actual food with first paycheck. Living off takeout gives you really fucked up dreams. And makes you late to your job.
Stop posting on Blogspot you moron. Get to work.
Stop posting on Blogspot you moron. Get to work.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
I should really be heading to bed.
Just making a few more notes for future use.
2-3 feet in height won't nearly be enough. It'll probably have to be 12, with 2-3 car batteries. Fucking hell this is going to cost a LOT. Remember next time at the store to measure the height of a hula hoop and get a price estimate. Also, more extension cord. Holy fuck.
Measure voltage of car batteries. 200 Amps was the estimate. How accurate is that?
Also weight. Jesus this is going to be annoying. And heavy.
Try and find some super lightweight aluminum framing too.
FIND PATSIES TO CARRY THIS BEHEMOTH.
Also duct tape... 6 rolls? Enough to start.
This had better fucking work. Better start calculating just in case.
2-3 feet in height won't nearly be enough. It'll probably have to be 12, with 2-3 car batteries. Fucking hell this is going to cost a LOT. Remember next time at the store to measure the height of a hula hoop and get a price estimate. Also, more extension cord. Holy fuck.
Measure voltage of car batteries. 200 Amps was the estimate. How accurate is that?
Also weight. Jesus this is going to be annoying. And heavy.
Try and find some super lightweight aluminum framing too.
FIND PATSIES TO CARRY THIS BEHEMOTH.
Also duct tape... 6 rolls? Enough to start.
This had better fucking work. Better start calculating just in case.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Bluh Bluh Huge Trends and Fancy Suits
OK so it's been a while since I wrote anything of particular substance so here's a different idea of his origins: reoccurring mythos, otherwise known as a trendy story.
This idea basically says "So, what if He isn't something sparked from Something Awful, but rather something rekindled?" All in all, it's a fairly useless distinction, since he's here now and everything, but who knows.
So, basically, what this means is that The Phenomena is a 'story as old as time itself' more or less. He's a being who his essentially a myth, and therefore a god. And if this is true, well, yeah. Good luck fighting a god, guys. I'll just be over here, writing like a tool.
OK, back on track. So yeah, He's got a lot of similarities to a lot of figures in myth. And the reoccurring myth idea can make a lot of sense, since it seems his 'style' is very modern. I mean, what sort of paranormal entity wears a fucking suit?
OK rambling a bit here but go with me. The suit has to mean that either this theory is true, that the 'He was created by SA' theory is true, or the 'He is one clever sunofabitch' theroy is true. Here's the reasons why.
If the reoccurring mythos theme is true, the suit is proof in that it shows that He adapts to the time period. I doubt He was wearing that suit in previous incarnations of His story. He was probably wearing clothing more time period appropriate (probably still in an upper-class fashion).
If the SomethingAwful theory holds true, then the suit is literally part of Slendy, and I don't think He'll ever be rid of it. The same as His facelessness and His thinness, the suit is part of what He is.
And then there's the theory that He's a lot smarter than we think He is, and the suit is all part of some well-crafted plot to get under our skin and mess up our resolve.
OK so yeah this whole suit business is pretty useless in the short term, but for decades in the future...
Alright that's a really depressing line of thought and I'm going to stop that now. Back to reoccurring mythos.
Sadly, this means The Phenomena will never die. Just fade into obscurity until one person, at some point, has his creative genes flare up in a burst of unholy energies and otherworldly douchefuckery and this all happens again.
Of course, this also gives us a means to combat Him. Just pull a Fahrenheit 451 and start destroying all evidence and stories about him.
Yeah OK this is a really depressing topic but, I mean, that's all there is to say about it. There's not a lot we can do against Him anyway. Anyhow, next time I'll mention the different realms of perception and why we're all boned even harder. Yaaaaay.
Oh yeah, I guess I'll weigh in on all this new Sage nonsense for all my adoring fans...
Considering the other six Sages are either dead, crazy, or Maduin, maybe it was time for the titles to be handed down? I really don't know anything about these three, but they seem confident, kind, and non-psycho enough? I'll have to read their blogs... Sigh. Even more reading. Oh well.
Alright, take care guys.
This idea basically says "So, what if He isn't something sparked from Something Awful, but rather something rekindled?" All in all, it's a fairly useless distinction, since he's here now and everything, but who knows.
So, basically, what this means is that The Phenomena is a 'story as old as time itself' more or less. He's a being who his essentially a myth, and therefore a god. And if this is true, well, yeah. Good luck fighting a god, guys. I'll just be over here, writing like a tool.
OK, back on track. So yeah, He's got a lot of similarities to a lot of figures in myth. And the reoccurring myth idea can make a lot of sense, since it seems his 'style' is very modern. I mean, what sort of paranormal entity wears a fucking suit?
OK rambling a bit here but go with me. The suit has to mean that either this theory is true, that the 'He was created by SA' theory is true, or the 'He is one clever sunofabitch' theroy is true. Here's the reasons why.
If the reoccurring mythos theme is true, the suit is proof in that it shows that He adapts to the time period. I doubt He was wearing that suit in previous incarnations of His story. He was probably wearing clothing more time period appropriate (probably still in an upper-class fashion).
If the SomethingAwful theory holds true, then the suit is literally part of Slendy, and I don't think He'll ever be rid of it. The same as His facelessness and His thinness, the suit is part of what He is.
And then there's the theory that He's a lot smarter than we think He is, and the suit is all part of some well-crafted plot to get under our skin and mess up our resolve.
OK so yeah this whole suit business is pretty useless in the short term, but for decades in the future...
Alright that's a really depressing line of thought and I'm going to stop that now. Back to reoccurring mythos.
Sadly, this means The Phenomena will never die. Just fade into obscurity until one person, at some point, has his creative genes flare up in a burst of unholy energies and otherworldly douchefuckery and this all happens again.
Of course, this also gives us a means to combat Him. Just pull a Fahrenheit 451 and start destroying all evidence and stories about him.
Yeah OK this is a really depressing topic but, I mean, that's all there is to say about it. There's not a lot we can do against Him anyway. Anyhow, next time I'll mention the different realms of perception and why we're all boned even harder. Yaaaaay.
Oh yeah, I guess I'll weigh in on all this new Sage nonsense for all my adoring fans...
Considering the other six Sages are either dead, crazy, or Maduin, maybe it was time for the titles to be handed down? I really don't know anything about these three, but they seem confident, kind, and non-psycho enough? I'll have to read their blogs... Sigh. Even more reading. Oh well.
Alright, take care guys.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Oh Shit
That uncertain feeling of being stalked.
That oppressive vibe in the air.
Everyone acting odd and unlike themselves, as though they were shells of their former selves.
That looming sensation of death and madness.
...
Yep. Finals week. Bluh.
That oppressive vibe in the air.
Everyone acting odd and unlike themselves, as though they were shells of their former selves.
That looming sensation of death and madness.
...
Yep. Finals week. Bluh.
Friday, May 6, 2011
OK another short post had an idea
Necessary Materials:
-A lot of hula-hoops. Like, a shit ton. Enough to equal roughly half my size. Maybe a third.
-Extension cord? Wire? Something flexible, conductive, and long. Like, 100 feet? Something like that. Dammit Physics major, get your head in the game.
-DUCT TAPE
-A car battery.
-Lightweight aluminum framing, perhaps.
Won't say the idea. Can only say I thought of it while reading someone else's blog archives and it was kind of something that person didn't want others doing. It's too great of an idea though. Maybe.
A cookie to the person who can guess what I want to make. Scorn to those who fail.
There's going to have to be a lot of testing before I can figure out if this is something I can feasibly try or if it will actually do anything. Having access to a shit ton of sensors and crap in physics labs should make that not even a problem though.
Of course, this means I'll actually have to go out and find Him. That's a bridge I have no wish to cross yet. My life is enough of a mess without Him fucking it up.
Blah blah other stuff whatever. Take care guys.
-A lot of hula-hoops. Like, a shit ton. Enough to equal roughly half my size. Maybe a third.
-Extension cord? Wire? Something flexible, conductive, and long. Like, 100 feet? Something like that. Dammit Physics major, get your head in the game.
-DUCT TAPE
-A car battery.
-Lightweight aluminum framing, perhaps.
Won't say the idea. Can only say I thought of it while reading someone else's blog archives and it was kind of something that person didn't want others doing. It's too great of an idea though. Maybe.
A cookie to the person who can guess what I want to make. Scorn to those who fail.
There's going to have to be a lot of testing before I can figure out if this is something I can feasibly try or if it will actually do anything. Having access to a shit ton of sensors and crap in physics labs should make that not even a problem though.
Of course, this means I'll actually have to go out and find Him. That's a bridge I have no wish to cross yet. My life is enough of a mess without Him fucking it up.
Blah blah other stuff whatever. Take care guys.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Stray Thought
Only time for a quick post this time. Finals week is brutal etc, etc.
I feel like I'm delving in Maduin's realm a little here with this idea, but I was thinking about how people with delusional misidentification syndromes (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delusional_misidentification_syndrome) would fare with seeing Him face to... not face. Would they refuse to believe that it is really Him and just think it was someone disguised to look like Him? What would that do to Him (assuming the Tulpa Effect, as usual)?
On a completely 'unrelated' note, Scrubs in an awesome show. A cookie to the person who can remember the episode that sparked this idea.
Take care guys.
I feel like I'm delving in Maduin's realm a little here with this idea, but I was thinking about how people with delusional misidentification syndromes (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delusional_misidentification_syndrome) would fare with seeing Him face to... not face. Would they refuse to believe that it is really Him and just think it was someone disguised to look like Him? What would that do to Him (assuming the Tulpa Effect, as usual)?
On a completely 'unrelated' note, Scrubs in an awesome show. A cookie to the person who can remember the episode that sparked this idea.
Take care guys.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Efficiency and Getting High
For lack of a better term, this is how He moves. It's hard to describe, and I'm going to touch on this later, but there's something that's especially bugging me right now.
For those of you who can't tell, I'm new to the scene around here, and I'm aware of that. I've been trying to keep up with everything I've missed (not easy, since the entire first White Elephants series of posts were deleted. If anyone ends up reading this and wants to describe Core Theory and the titles system to me in detail, I'd appreciate it). Now then, one of the biggest complaints I can think of was sparked from reading Reach's blog, and is probably one of the biggest questions out there (or at least should be).
Now, we're going off the two assumptions I listed in the previous post. Assuming that the Phenomena was sparked by the original post on SomethingAwful and is a product of the Tulpa Effect, the question stands: How the fuck are there sightings of him from prior to the OP?
The best answer I can think of right now is that He moves efficiently. That's all there is to it.
Look at it this way. You are, right now, moving through four dimensions. There is an X-axis, a Y-axis, a Z-axis, and a t-axis. The X, Y, and Z axes are the axes of free space. Up, down, left, right, back, forth, etc. You can (to an extent) control your movement through these axes. The t-axis is the time axis. You cannot control your movement through this axis. you are always moving through this axis at a relatively constant rate (blah blah moving near the speed of light time dilation own grandfather NOT THE POINT). You are always going to be moving through the t-axis at a rate of approximately 60 seconds per minute, 60 minutes per hour, (roughly) 24 hours per day, etc. You cannot observe the t-axis on a spatial scale, and thus you cannot transverse it. Simple, right?
The Phenomena, on the other hand (and theoretically), can. He doesn't see destinations and space in the same way we do because he is unlike us (understatement of the century, I know). One of the theories I'm playing with right now is that he can simply GO when and where he needs to to accomplish his goals. He does so to attract followers and create even more mythos behind him, to solidify the Tulpa Effect driving him. References to House of Leaves and Der Erlking give him basis and history, and thus strengthen him beyond the SA OP (SAOP? Is that a cool enough acronym for that?). What I'm getting at here is that the Phenomena can observe and travel along the t-axis as needed to fulfill his objectives.
This would also explain why his movement cannot be called 'teleportation'. He isn't instantly moving from one place to another. He's just moving through space according to his rules. Of course, this does equate to him being a 'time traveler,' which I think some people are against, but this is all theory anyway.
As I thought about the axes, my mind jumped to M once again. 'Stay high, he can't get you there, he's taller than all humans and can't perceive people taller than him yadda yadda.' I've had problems with this since I first read it. My initial thought was hills. Hills are completely normal examples of why I can't see this working. Was M really suggesting that, if you perhaps layed up on top of a hill, He couldn't get you? That perhaps the best way to avoid him was to become a mountain hermit? Of course, the 'Keep moving' piece of information stays constant, but I found it hard to believe that the idea of being taller than Him would protect you. After all, the varying of sea levels alone would be enough to prove that it doesn't matter your elevation, he'll show up when he wants to. Or perhaps not. Perhaps He only attacks those who live at some constant sea level/elevation. Who knows. I'm rambling. The best idea I have behind this is this:
Perhaps He cannot perceive the Z-axis, or he can only perceive it as we perceive the t-axis: As something he cannot control and merely travel along based on his position.
Thinking about it in this light, a few ideas pop up. The Phenomena doesn't have to worry about stairs or elevators; He can simply appear in doorways and hallways. The Phenomena has shown up a few times in videoes in a second-story building (I know Rule of Thumb is three-stories up, but the fact that he can transverse vertically means that he should be able to recognize humans being up high).
Alright I feel like this would be the place I'd be starting to lose people if anyone read this, so I'm just going to go ahead and wrap this up. I guess the only things that would make sense is to talk about next alternatives to the 'time traveler' idea (the 'reoccurring mythos' idea, for example). Anyhow.... yeah. Leave a comment if you feel like it / read this, and I'll be back at some point later. Take care, guys.
For those of you who can't tell, I'm new to the scene around here, and I'm aware of that. I've been trying to keep up with everything I've missed (not easy, since the entire first White Elephants series of posts were deleted. If anyone ends up reading this and wants to describe Core Theory and the titles system to me in detail, I'd appreciate it). Now then, one of the biggest complaints I can think of was sparked from reading Reach's blog, and is probably one of the biggest questions out there (or at least should be).
Now, we're going off the two assumptions I listed in the previous post. Assuming that the Phenomena was sparked by the original post on SomethingAwful and is a product of the Tulpa Effect, the question stands: How the fuck are there sightings of him from prior to the OP?
The best answer I can think of right now is that He moves efficiently. That's all there is to it.
Look at it this way. You are, right now, moving through four dimensions. There is an X-axis, a Y-axis, a Z-axis, and a t-axis. The X, Y, and Z axes are the axes of free space. Up, down, left, right, back, forth, etc. You can (to an extent) control your movement through these axes. The t-axis is the time axis. You cannot control your movement through this axis. you are always moving through this axis at a relatively constant rate (blah blah moving near the speed of light time dilation own grandfather NOT THE POINT). You are always going to be moving through the t-axis at a rate of approximately 60 seconds per minute, 60 minutes per hour, (roughly) 24 hours per day, etc. You cannot observe the t-axis on a spatial scale, and thus you cannot transverse it. Simple, right?
The Phenomena, on the other hand (and theoretically), can. He doesn't see destinations and space in the same way we do because he is unlike us (understatement of the century, I know). One of the theories I'm playing with right now is that he can simply GO when and where he needs to to accomplish his goals. He does so to attract followers and create even more mythos behind him, to solidify the Tulpa Effect driving him. References to House of Leaves and Der Erlking give him basis and history, and thus strengthen him beyond the SA OP (SAOP? Is that a cool enough acronym for that?). What I'm getting at here is that the Phenomena can observe and travel along the t-axis as needed to fulfill his objectives.
This would also explain why his movement cannot be called 'teleportation'. He isn't instantly moving from one place to another. He's just moving through space according to his rules. Of course, this does equate to him being a 'time traveler,' which I think some people are against, but this is all theory anyway.
As I thought about the axes, my mind jumped to M once again. 'Stay high, he can't get you there, he's taller than all humans and can't perceive people taller than him yadda yadda.' I've had problems with this since I first read it. My initial thought was hills. Hills are completely normal examples of why I can't see this working. Was M really suggesting that, if you perhaps layed up on top of a hill, He couldn't get you? That perhaps the best way to avoid him was to become a mountain hermit? Of course, the 'Keep moving' piece of information stays constant, but I found it hard to believe that the idea of being taller than Him would protect you. After all, the varying of sea levels alone would be enough to prove that it doesn't matter your elevation, he'll show up when he wants to. Or perhaps not. Perhaps He only attacks those who live at some constant sea level/elevation. Who knows. I'm rambling. The best idea I have behind this is this:
Perhaps He cannot perceive the Z-axis, or he can only perceive it as we perceive the t-axis: As something he cannot control and merely travel along based on his position.
Thinking about it in this light, a few ideas pop up. The Phenomena doesn't have to worry about stairs or elevators; He can simply appear in doorways and hallways. The Phenomena has shown up a few times in videoes in a second-story building (I know Rule of Thumb is three-stories up, but the fact that he can transverse vertically means that he should be able to recognize humans being up high).
Alright I feel like this would be the place I'd be starting to lose people if anyone read this, so I'm just going to go ahead and wrap this up. I guess the only things that would make sense is to talk about next alternatives to the 'time traveler' idea (the 'reoccurring mythos' idea, for example). Anyhow.... yeah. Leave a comment if you feel like it / read this, and I'll be back at some point later. Take care, guys.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
A Quick Inventory
Assumption 1: The Phenomena is a product of the Tulpa Effect
Assumption 2: The Phenomena was sparked by the 'initial' post on SomethingAwful.
Syllogism 1: Everything that has ever happened in regards to the Phenomena is linked to that initial post in SomethingAwful
Syllogism 2: The Phenomena can only have existed since that initial post.
Syllogism 3: While the Phenomena was sparked in our heads, it has spiraled out of control.
Tulpa Effect: To shortly paraphrase, by the process of belief, something becomes real.
References:
House of Leaves
Bible
Physical Description:
Tall, lanky in build. Arms/legs/fingers may appear unusual in length. Always wearing a professional business suit.
Known Abilities:
Some special form of transportation not completely unlike 'teleportation'.
-Can appear/disappear from closed rooms.
-Can shake off any pursuer.
-Can transport between places that do not make logical sense (e.g. entering one room and exiting from one across the house in a matter of moments).
---Any of the above can be used to transport others, as well.
Radar that allows Him to track those 'infected' by him.
-Can follow anyone infected by him without fail.
---Can be deterred and prolonged
Ability to change bodily structure.
-Can form extra appendages (tentacles).
-Can stretch His arms and appendages
---Can be stretched in a manner that hypnotizes people into dropping defenses / makes them unable to run.
Influencing the minds of humans.
-Able to erase large spans of short-term memory (this allows people to act as they normally do, but removes the ability to recall their actions at a later point).
-Able to influence minds into submission and create those who will follow his instructions (from hereon out referred to as 'Hollowing them out')
Odd aura.
-Brings out a reoccurring cough in those who he has begun to Hollow.
-Causes electronics to behave strangely / stop working.
"Invisibility".
-Cannot be seen except by those infected or children (?)
---Can be captured on film
Deification.
-Will be explained in later posts, but essentially having become a god-like entity in our eyes.
---Yes, this means a lot of bad shit. Therefore, it'll probably get it's own post.
Roads to becoming Infected:
-Delving into the Slenderman Mythos (by choice or by fate, the end justifies the means)
-Contact with an Infected individual, followed by investigation into their circumstances.
-Pure chance
How to tell if someone is Infected:
-Habitual drawing of the Operator Symbol
-Reoccurring cough
-Spouting out odd foreboding bullshit
-Paranoia
-Films goddamn everything
Methods of fighting Infection:
-Fucking memory wipes (really? Ugh I'll talk about this later).
-Spamming the Operator Symbol (This is also getting it's own post because this is kind of a big deal).
-Running (For more on this, read the Tutorial. M knows his shit).
-Focus on something else (I think everyone ALWAYS forgets this one, so I'm definitely doing a post on this later).
Possible future post topics:
Operator Symbol
Deification
My Current Situation
M's 'Stay High' Rule (the only thing I've read him write that I don't really agree with).
If I actually get any readers, tell me if there's something you want me to cover.
Assumption 2: The Phenomena was sparked by the 'initial' post on SomethingAwful.
Syllogism 1: Everything that has ever happened in regards to the Phenomena is linked to that initial post in SomethingAwful
Syllogism 2: The Phenomena can only have existed since that initial post.
Syllogism 3: While the Phenomena was sparked in our heads, it has spiraled out of control.
Tulpa Effect: To shortly paraphrase, by the process of belief, something becomes real.
References:
House of Leaves
Bible
Physical Description:
Tall, lanky in build. Arms/legs/fingers may appear unusual in length. Always wearing a professional business suit.
Known Abilities:
Some special form of transportation not completely unlike 'teleportation'.
-Can appear/disappear from closed rooms.
-Can shake off any pursuer.
-Can transport between places that do not make logical sense (e.g. entering one room and exiting from one across the house in a matter of moments).
---Any of the above can be used to transport others, as well.
Radar that allows Him to track those 'infected' by him.
-Can follow anyone infected by him without fail.
---Can be deterred and prolonged
Ability to change bodily structure.
-Can form extra appendages (tentacles).
-Can stretch His arms and appendages
---Can be stretched in a manner that hypnotizes people into dropping defenses / makes them unable to run.
Influencing the minds of humans.
-Able to erase large spans of short-term memory (this allows people to act as they normally do, but removes the ability to recall their actions at a later point).
-Able to influence minds into submission and create those who will follow his instructions (from hereon out referred to as 'Hollowing them out')
Odd aura.
-Brings out a reoccurring cough in those who he has begun to Hollow.
-Causes electronics to behave strangely / stop working.
"Invisibility".
-Cannot be seen except by those infected or children (?)
---Can be captured on film
Deification.
-Will be explained in later posts, but essentially having become a god-like entity in our eyes.
---Yes, this means a lot of bad shit. Therefore, it'll probably get it's own post.
Roads to becoming Infected:
-Delving into the Slenderman Mythos (by choice or by fate, the end justifies the means)
-Contact with an Infected individual, followed by investigation into their circumstances.
-Pure chance
How to tell if someone is Infected:
-Habitual drawing of the Operator Symbol
-Reoccurring cough
-Spouting out odd foreboding bullshit
-Paranoia
-Films goddamn everything
Methods of fighting Infection:
-Fucking memory wipes (really? Ugh I'll talk about this later).
-Spamming the Operator Symbol (This is also getting it's own post because this is kind of a big deal).
-Running (For more on this, read the Tutorial. M knows his shit).
-Focus on something else (I think everyone ALWAYS forgets this one, so I'm definitely doing a post on this later).
Possible future post topics:
Operator Symbol
Deification
My Current Situation
M's 'Stay High' Rule (the only thing I've read him write that I don't really agree with).
If I actually get any readers, tell me if there's something you want me to cover.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Initial Conditions
Name: Irrelevant. Overmatter is sufficient.
Areas of knowledge: Physics, Pedagogy, Mathematics, Comedy, Gaming, Odds n Ends.
Age and other biographical information: Still irrelevant.
Prior experience with the Phenomena: None. Will discuss is a future post.
Lore analyzed to completion (or current standing):
Marble Hornets, EverymanHYBRID/Can You See The Words, Just Another Fool, Tribe Twelve, The Tutorial, A Really Bad Joke.
Currently analyzing:
Let Us Keep Living, Believe What You See, Breeze in Monochrome NIGHT.
Future analysis:
Anything else here, more or less: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheSlenderManMythosStories
WHAT THIS IS:
What this is a general look at theories relating to the Phenomena (others know it as Him, others as his true name (whatever that means)). To spare the chance of infection, blah blah the Phenomena etc. What I'm mostly going to discuss here are implications to His existence, the ideas behind the Tulpa Effect, and ways of dealing with the Phenomena. While this blog might seem self-indulgent and pointless, I'm truly going to throw down as much helpful information as I possibly can. Maybe it'll help you. Maybe no one will ever read this. Whatever. At the very least I can comment on other people's blogs now.
Areas of knowledge: Physics, Pedagogy, Mathematics, Comedy, Gaming, Odds n Ends.
Age and other biographical information: Still irrelevant.
Prior experience with the Phenomena: None. Will discuss is a future post.
Lore analyzed to completion (or current standing):
Marble Hornets, EverymanHYBRID/Can You See The Words, Just Another Fool, Tribe Twelve, The Tutorial, A Really Bad Joke.
Currently analyzing:
Let Us Keep Living, Believe What You See, Breeze in Monochrome NIGHT.
Future analysis:
Anything else here, more or less: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheSlenderManMythosStories
WHAT THIS IS:
What this is a general look at theories relating to the Phenomena (others know it as Him, others as his true name (whatever that means)). To spare the chance of infection, blah blah the Phenomena etc. What I'm mostly going to discuss here are implications to His existence, the ideas behind the Tulpa Effect, and ways of dealing with the Phenomena. While this blog might seem self-indulgent and pointless, I'm truly going to throw down as much helpful information as I possibly can. Maybe it'll help you. Maybe no one will ever read this. Whatever. At the very least I can comment on other people's blogs now.
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