It's been a while, Blogosphere.
I'm deeply entrenched here in Empty City, CT.
The ol' proxy army are in every corner of town.
Every street, watching; every intersection, fortifying; every building, barricading.
I have numerous escape routes planned, for such a day when my proxies are bested.
There's not been a single sign of indication that my pursuers are here.
I have gained an unexpected ally, however; a pale lady garbed in a dress of pure kerosene passion.
Her partner in crime, swarthy fellow clad in the thickest of smoke, is forced into thraldom by those blue she-devils, not unlike that indisen Rake was before.
So, Camper, if you don't do the right thing, and burn to death, then come and find us.
We'll settle this.
You know where we'll be.
Blow Wind Call Forth Storm
I know there are at least six hundred proxies nearby.
I read about their little pow-wow on The Eldritch Post while I was in prison.
Join me, proxies. Rally to this New England battlefield as falcons descend upon their prey.
Fight for me; die for me; be reborn for me.
Keep your boots tight, keep your gun close, and die with your mask on if you've got to.
Speak Eldritch of die, my twelve angry Camper fiends.
I read about their little pow-wow on The Eldritch Post while I was in prison.
Join me, proxies. Rally to this New England battlefield as falcons descend upon their prey.
Fight for me; die for me; be reborn for me.
Keep your boots tight, keep your gun close, and die with your mask on if you've got to.
Speak Eldritch of die, my twelve angry Camper fiends.
From One Empty City to the Next
I'm back where I started.
Where this all began.
The city in which my former eldritch coworkers first assailed me.
Empty City, CT.
It feels good to be back.
I shan't stay, though; they'll be coming for me.
Let them come; I'm ready for them.
It would be less poetic a fight were it here, but if it should come to that, then I'll oblige.
Where this all began.
The city in which my former eldritch coworkers first assailed me.
Empty City, CT.
It feels good to be back.
I shan't stay, though; they'll be coming for me.
Let them come; I'm ready for them.
It would be less poetic a fight were it here, but if it should come to that, then I'll oblige.
How Can I Have No Idea What I'm Doing . . .
I've made it out. Away from that accursed prison and into this bleak void-forest of eldritchosity.
If I keep running, Empty City will give way to nothingness, and will I be delighted then.
Past the nothing is my everything.
I wonder how's my old house in the Black Forest doing.
I'll be home soon.
If I keep running, Empty City will give way to nothingness, and will I be delighted then.
Past the nothing is my everything.
I wonder how's my old house in the Black Forest doing.
I'll be home soon.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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