Speak Eldritch or Die

Today's the day.

I'm leaving this prison.

I think I'll be safer now, by running away.

Nothing will get worse.

I'm going back to the Black Forest, and I'm killing those Camper.

All of them.

Coleman's Telling the Dirt-in-the-Drainpipe Story

I've been working on getting out for a while now.

There's a drainpipe behind my cell. It's my means of escape.

I know where it connects to the main Empty City pipeline, where it would be wide enough for me to fit. It's not too far from the prison's grounds.

I've been digging an escape route near some exercise equipment. It's easy to hide a tunnel when you can move pommel-horses over it for when you're away.

I'm so close to finishing.

It won't be long now.

Here's to the Prison Life

It's been a while, hasn't it, Blogosphere?

Did you think I've forgotten about you?

I've come back. I always come back.

I've only been silent for this long because of the unfortunate incident over at The Eldritch Post after the second part of my story got posted. Those twelve angry Camper (and an indisen Rake) are tenacious, to be sure; they'd come for me, locked away in the Empty City, WA prison system.

My writing this blog means that they'll set their sights upon me once again; I'll have to act, won't I? Become a Runner again?

Yes, I think now's the time.

Here's to the prison life; may mine end with my glorious liberation.

I am the slender man, and this will be my story.