i'm safe. i guess. not really, but moreso than last week

as lovett said, i am no longer held captive by the nameless. it was an interesting fight, to be described when i can actually type instead of punching keys slowly. fuck this sucks. i'm with lovett at present, not all too sure where, and not at liberty to mention even if i was. i feel sick. and not just because i was badly beaten, though if i had to guess, i'd guess that isn't helping. the old man came, however briefly. i saw him. he saw me. and then i saw everything. death and fire and life and ice and darkness and light. fear and hope and god i can't make the images stop. whenever i blink i see something. children laughing turning into husks screaming for an end. me, laughing with my friends. spending time with my now ex. seeing them all turn to ash as i return to this reality. it won't stop oh god why can't i make it stop. i'm gonna go. try to find myself. survive intact hopefully.

The Time has Come

The Timeless will come in almost exactly a day. Linux's time to become number eight has come. He gets a farewell as a sort of going away present.


"Hey everyone. I uh. I dunno if I'll be back. . . ever. Kill me on sight if you see me and don't know that I'm safe. Preferably before I see you. Keith, I'm sorry for dragging you into everything. I guess I just needed someone to pull me away from memories that needed to be forgotten. Sanna, best of luck in reconciliation, survival in general too. Carter, I swear to god, whatever you're doing, don't do it. Nothing is whatever it is. Even if you don't  become that thing, you'll still lose yourself. Happiness, trust in self, whatever. You won't be who you are now, and the runners need someone like you. Sam, Doc, and co. I'd much appreciate it if you let Keith join you guys. Lone runners tend not to last. Lovett. Thanks for trying. I'm gone at 3 PM tomorrow though. These guys are kinda stupid, leaving me alone. We leave around noon. drive towards the local creepy place, and then walk the last hour or so. I don't know where to exactly. Best estimate. Don't underestimate them. And if you don't think you can kill them, just leave it for later. Don't kill yourself.
Thanks everyone."

please

hi everyone. this is dictated by Li- number eight. dear god. we're all monsters. or we all can be. does that mean we are? am I the other linux? is carter the ender of life? Sanna a psychopath that puts her father and kelevera to shame? i. . . i don't know anymore. the other linux was an asshat. knew very little. they killed him.
trust nobody. we all might become something evil. well. less good anyways. more psycho. more eager to kill. family, friends it doesn't matter. we are monsters. pleases save me. and then let me figure things out.

Good Evening Everyone

Well. As you all know, Linux is a bit indisposed of. We had to break his fingers after that little mishap. Make sure he didn't post again. Not without us watching him.
We are the nameless, as he will be at somepoint, either as one of us, or as a corpse. Our master is what he came to call the old man. Not really his name, he is the timeless. beyond time itself. He was just starting to figure that out. Bit dense really, thinking that there weren't any more of us. Either that or hopelessly optimistic. He'll be cured of that. Kept away from all of you nasty little pieces of hope and fluff.
Bye Bye for now. Keep the world a cleaner place by offing as many people as you can.
-The First

*EMERGENCY POST*

Well. I hope this never goes out. Cause if it does I'm not in a particularly good position. I rigged up an app on my phone to post this if I entered a particular passcode three times. Not something that takes too long, but also not something that I'll do on accident. It's also supposed to post the name of any nearby cities. Based on a list I update whenever I move, of course. Hopefully that'll be at the bottom of the post. If it ever gets posted. First, whatever I typed in the brief time allotted.


"Went to check up on home, Followed from Europe. Fucking hell. Not good. Head Hurts. Bad. Jackass snuck up on my. Bshed my head. Woke up in smallish room proofed against any moving. Pathing or shfting. 3 men. No faces seen. Think location will be useless. I don't know how far they moved me. or if I'm still moving. Torturing me. Can't move left foot anymore. Can't scream anymore. Voice is shot. Headache from lack of sleep and hydration. Don't think they want me dead. yet. Carter, take care of keith if I don't come back from this. Sanna, patch things up with your pop. Dying without things being good sucks. trust me, I'm doing it right now. Linux- out"

Second, a few things I found in the other world. I'm not entirely sure that it's another world anymore. I think that it might be a road down the future. One of them. I fear the past and the present. Makes sense. Always found solace in the future. The chances. The choices. The chaos of life. I found evidence that I'd been there before. But a different me. One from a little further down the line. Fucked up as all hell. Only recently found that out. He gave in to the old man. Not trusting him was smart. He was a full servant. Very good at what he does though. Takes people that are inconvenient to a point that doesn't matter. Fucker almost convinced me that his way was the right way. No more trusting myself from any other time.
That means that the world might end. I don't even know how far down the line that is. A year? Twenty? Five hundred? Anyone's guess. Prepare yourself for a world war run by fear.
Goodbye everyone. Hopefully this is a false alarm. But we all die sometime.

Location: San Diego California. United States. North America.

Too much

Hell I'm getting tired.
Finding Star is more of a pain than I predicted. Even with the location the Lovett gave me. Thanks for that by the way. Star leaves less of a trail than I expected. I think I was expecting blood, blood, and more blood. A practical river that I could just walk down. Find the source, and be done. It's not. I've had to return to breaking Proxies so that they tell me what I need to know. And most of them aren't even that helpful.
And I'm less sure that there's a point to killing him. Fucking attendant loves him. And there's no getting at that thing for me. Still. If I can't kill him, I can hurt him. Maybe get a bit of blood. Give it to any of the scientists if and when they come back. Maybe Somael will decide to remove me from every existence. Keeps me from any of those horrible afterlives.
Sanna is gone. I'm really not happy about that. Especially with Carter MIA. I don't know enough people to let them disappear. Fucking hell is going to rain down on whoever the new jerk messing with runners is. As soon as Lovett finds them.
I'm gonna call it an early night everyone.

New Me, Old Mission

Mission is still to kill the scary guys. Just a lot less militaristic about it. Not gonna be shifting around as much anymore either. It has some consequences I would rather not deal with. Still, so long as I monitor my sanity, I can do as much good as possible.

Edit: Anyone wanna tell me where Star is so I can at least beat the fuck outta that asshole. Faster than I could alone.
Oh yeah. And anyone not trusting me, I'm free to meet at any point. Just tell me a few days ahead of schedule. Looking for Morningstar is a pain, by the by.

Home

I've been catching up. Not so happy about what I- he has been saying. I was kinda trapped. Lost would be a more accurate description. Imagining and believing that everyone is gone, and that everyone is different are two very different things. I couldn't do it. Supposedly that means that it's nigh on impossible to displace me when the old man isn't making me lose my mind.
Fingers crossed.
As for what he's been saying? His friends and him have definitely been cleaning up things, but I can't say anything about Whats his name. The attendant. Nor can I say anything for sure about the fears. I didn't see Slendy or the Mother, but maybe I was lucky.
They trained me in how to shift smarter. Told me how to fight the right way. Taught me about the weakness of the fears. Assuming they're not full of shit, that is. Which is not an entirely safe bet.

I'm home. Ask me whatever you want to. Just not right now. Right now I need to sleep for a few days. Fucking hell. I'll catch up on what's been going on later. Catch you  up on what's been happening to me.

Clarifications

Alright. Well. My master is no longer here to watch me. He's a bit old fashioned. He's the one that leads with the "death is the only solution." bit. I'd much rather shift everyone that can be shifted over to a reality that we've already reclaimed. Second, the reason WHY we remove as many people as possible. It weakens the fears. Plain and simple. You can kill them in a flat out fight, even with all the people here, but you'd have to be the lovechild of me, kelevera, morningstar, incognito, and redlight. Terrifyingly powerful and damn near indestructible. Even after taking away all of their power, killing fears is tricky business. I've done it mono e mono exactly once. And I was fueled with rage at that point in time. Usually I do it with about three or four other people.

If my master wants something else after we've reclaimed all the realities, well, I guess he'll make the list. Saying that when he's around is really fucking dangerous. Primarily because he can erase any one of us not in our reality at a thought.

And the other thing. Your Linux is coming back after Three things. I find the last of the help I need. I kill Mourning, and then I remind a couple of the fears that they can be destroyed. You will not see him again until that happens. But you will see him the moment after that happens.

Oh, and anyone well versed in Pathing, you are needed to kill Mourning. I already have myself, and two of the other necessary powers. I need you to help me kill this world's master before I can beat Mourning into a bloody pulp that will be incinerated, and the ashes thrown into a volcano. That fucker deserves worse than I can imagine.

Nice to meet you all

Hey peoples. My name, like the previous resident, is Linux. I'm kinda sorta the same person, except I never took the name. We did a lot of different things. I embraced the old man while this one seems to fear him. And the old man doesn't like for his people to fear him. Linux is being held in the reality I come from, not that different from this one, but one that His people have already become established. I'm actually in his body, you can't enter a reality where it's version of you is still alive physically. One of the rules I guess. So he/I'm here and I/he's stuck in the other reality, being carefully watched by some of my friends. None of you will be able to talk to him in any way, seeing as how he doesn't exist at the moment.
He seems to have started down the right path, except he's only killing the guilty. I'm gonna be killing pretty much anyone that is a proxy, guilty or innocent since it weakens the other fears. Runners too. That's pretty much all of you huh? Now, I might not be here for too terribly long, but I'm gonna shake things the fuck up.
Have fun and remember- Nobody is safe.

the old man is back. i never noticed that he has three faces. fuck. i'm slipping already. can't focus that well. around him the realities become one. there's so many, and some of them are so much more beautifyl than this one. maybe he can make this one like one of those  ones. noo he will make it like the one i see. he will make this world a hell. my hell. to burn in forever looking at what i've done. can't let him control me. i'm like a god when he's here though. i can make anything from nothing, bring fire to here with a thought. destroy buildings with a blink. and nothing can touch me. ever, but i can still see the world. it's perfect. i can cleanse the world. NO! stop please. hahahahahahaha. i have to go. have to get away from this place. before i lose myself forever. bye bye, see you all soon hopefuly.

News

So, Maddie the bitch is dead. That's really fucking good, she was decently high on the list. But Sanna thinks she's going off the deep end. Not good. Nothing I can do about it though.
Morningstar. Fucking hell. Something about gas station attendents to the reality. Somael or something like that. Supposedly existing outside of reality. Clearly in an outside that isn't my outside, cuz I haven't run into them yet. Pretty sure that, like the fears, they exist one per reality. Mainly because that realities version of BP (Still an asshat.) wrote about something that sounded similar, but he called it Hervet.
Kelevera threatened me when I threatened Maddie. Now, let me make this crystal clear. I am NOT weak. Killing me might be as tough as killing Kelevera. Maybe more. I can wrap my body in portals, which actually means that the s-man himself would take a few seconds of physical contact to touch me. And anything that isn't made of azoth would just pass right through me, harmlessly. The properties of azoth and the portals is- dangerous to say the least. It starts opening up portals that I can't close. Not good. Especially since they grow faster the more azoth there is on this side of the portal.
Carter- Well. Carter seems to have gone a bit odd. I'm still not going to say I agree with him being in charge at the moment. Especially with Keith being on board.

Toss Up

I can't decide right now. Check up on Carter? Look further into the Old Man situation? Go and fight Maddie? Go and try to fight Morningstar? Kill more of the less scary but more psycho monsters? All got it's ups and downs. Thinking that Carter is more pressing, check up on that first though. It'd suck if he went the way of the psychopath.
Thoughts? Did I miss anything? Is there anything else I should be focusing on?

Gotta stay Sane

It's done. I killed all the leaders of the organization I was hunting. BP was some sissy. Amazing how one man can run that much shit. There're still a lot more people that hurt good people, but I think I'm calm now. Terrified, but the rage has passed. I found documents detailing the old man. They called him something else, but I can tell it was him.
I can't stop it from happening. It's going to spread. And people are going to die. I was suffering from rage, but it was also a fear of our reality. That's the one that gives the old man power. The one that gives his servants power. And now that he's here, it's going to happen. Other people will start seeing him. Other people will start spreading him, like a disease. Cause his servants, any servants really make reality a worse place. And the long term consequence? Not gonna make you guys worry about that. It's just really freaking bad. Like, worse than WW3 bad. Even with fears. We could return from that at least.

I'm scared. Of what's going to happen. Of what I might do.

Fear Me

Alright. Two things.
First. I'm on the warpath. Anyone that I find that I think of as evil is gonna either die, or at least be seriously hindered. I mean, I know I can't kill redlight or Kelevera. They're just too immortal. I can take them out of commission for a couple days though. Especially now.
That brings us to number two. I've mentioned an old man. He's a fear. Something about the fear of reality. I've been a load more powerful lately, and I'm pretty sure he's the reason. If I had to guess, I'd say that he's gonna start picking up converts all over the place.

I'd just like to say this. I don't work for or with him. I'm making this reality a better one. One body at a time.
First target, the organization, then wherever the winds take me. Hahaha. When I was younger I dreamt of traveling. Guess I'll get that.
Keith's gone now. Back on the airplane. Didn't see him off. Wishing I had now.

Need a Hospital

Keith just got shot. He's alive, but I need to leave him somewhere. He needs something to keep his lung from filling up with blood. Anyone got a safe hospital I can leave him at? I've got cash.

It's my fault. Should have left him with Carter's gang. I kinda lost it after he took the bullet. Sent everyone in the building over. All at once. Biggest thing I've done yet. Thinking it's time I start hitting harder.  I mean, if nobody's with me, why bother holding back? I can kill so many more of the fuckers that hurt people if I go all out. Hahaha. Ahhh.

Alright. Next facility in an hour. Going in with a handgun, and two things I made for myself. Kinda like tonfas, except sharper. Oh, and a load of bullets. Should be all I need. I'm thinking I can get through the first thirty or so in an hour.

Hahahahahahah. I'll talk to all a ya next time I've got a free moment.

Oh, yeah. And seriously. Anyone that knows a hospital that's safe. Or anyone that can watch him. I already stole one of those machines, made sure the hospital knew so they didn't go looking for it when it was needed. He's hooked up right now. I can't let Keith die.

Temprarily Golden

Alright. Well. None of Carter's men have started shifting. So that's actually really good. We've been in our own private transportation to where we think another base is. Not gonna say where, but we're getting closish. I'
So. The thing four days ago. Tall, Dark and not-so Handsome and I conjoined two realities. It was brief. And I'm pretty sure it was in a fairly small area. It was also terrifying. I can overlay things. But this was different. I actually saw two different versions of it, overlaying on each other. I also saw the other one. The one that doesn't exist here yet. Watching me, flipping Slender off, and laughing, looking somewhat triumphant. Really can't be good. No matter how I look at it. Pretty sure that I wound up being used to bring him into this world. Keep an eye out. S-man attacked me personally (While I was away from the crew) on two other occasions, fairly close together, but left very quickly after I opened up portals. I think it doesn't want to give my guy any more hold on this world. Haven't seen either since. Haven't left this world since.
If you see anyone that isn't a proxy "blink" out of existence, make sure they don't touch you. Carter and his teams have orders to shoot me if I start doing anything that me, or they deem to be excessively harmful to humanity.
"Lockbox" was cleared yesterday. We ran into Rob. He left the other group when he heard I was in Greece. Had some sort of falling out with Mike over a girl again. The fucker in the box killed him. Marcus and another guy restrained me in a special made containment chamber to keep me from doing something I'd regret. Called up Mike today. He swore me out and hung up. Don't think I can show myself around back there without watching for Runners aiming guns at me. Did too much shit to them. Feeling a bit destructive at the moment. Maybe I isolate myself before I hurt too many people.

Situation Update

Alright. Well, you all know I'm hunting an organization that hunts proxies. Experiment on them, trade them, kill them. Bottom line, they're monsters that do horrible things to us. They skedadled out of Canada when I started visiting Carter, and they're now somewhere in Europe, and I'm pretty sure I'm getting pretty close to them. We're currently going through Greece, and I suspect that their current hideaway is on one of the islands or archipelagos that litter this country. Me, Marcus, Keith, and sometimes other members of Raven are putting together a general attack plan. Keith has been armed with a fairly good rifle, he has sniper/watch duty. Marcus leads his team, and stays relatively close to me. I don't really need all that much immediate support, as I can shift at the first suspicions of things going wrong, but I do need them for other purposes, and for making sure I don't get blindsided.
Oh, Yeah, this is edited in 10/25/13 at about 7:40.
In case you didn't see the comments in Carter's posts, Lovett saved Sanna's bacon. Not so sure whether she's still her though. She is at risk from about three fears converting her, one of which is the one that hasn't made itself known in this reality. That's the other thing. I found documents talking about a fear that isn't connected to anything I've heard of here. The closest thing is the Mother, and it's a bit of a stretch. Being who I am, I'm gonna assume that telling anyone anything about it would make it more powerful. I have, of course, left recorded messages detailing it in a box that should open should I die. I've also told Carter to start watching for certain signs in me, and to quarantine, and possibly end me, should I show them.
The hunt's going well. We found, and assaulted the first base. I've quarantined a few of the enemy men for us to question later. There were a few class two's with enhanced reflexes and mild regeneration, but they were quickly removed from the situation. One is currently in a lockbox made of the alloy. Some asshole decided to call Tall Dark and Tentacley on us. It was interesting. I couldn't pull him with me when I shifted, but the portals acted as barriers. He still got me, mind you. I have a killer headache at the moment, and Marcus bound my arm to make sure I don't hurt it anymore. One of the portals shattered, and for a moment, the two worlds were one. It was terrifying, and I'm having people that didn't see keep a firm eye on everyone who did. I'm gonna lose it if I fucked up anyone else's life.
Linux Out for now.

Hunting

Getting dropped off at a location of my choice in two days. I've been in communication with my compatriots in Canada for the last three. The group I'm hunting wound up turning tail, somewhere in Europe now. They know how to make things tougher for me to be certain. I'm quite happy that parts of my new team can speak several languages besides French and English. We spent a minimal amount of time in the Saharan facility. I was a bit uneasy, the snake tends to make her home in that desert. Saw a lot more of her than I have been lately. Told me not to shift for some reason. Ominous, but isn't gonna stop me. Found some information on her specifically in that facility. Turns out she was running most of Africa by the time of WW3.Found some other things I won't disclose.
Oh and Sanna's been Taken. I almost want to take time off to kill Maddie and the fucker that bought her. Maybe leave Maddie in the other reality for a nice few weeks, let her starve slowly. Can't though. As soon as I pop up on the radar I'll have hell on my ass.
Med, I was wondering if you could check out the samples Carter has of me. The scans, blood, scrapings, whatever else he took, and see what the fuck is different. Carter's team hasn't yet, and you might be able to work faster, being the mad scientist you are.

New Friends.

So, I'm with Linux. On some sort of flying craft thing. It's pretty cool you know. Linux has been doing his deal wherever we go, looked kinda shaken up the first time. He's talked with other people, but I've been talking significantly more. Marcus reminds me of one of my old friends, we've had a number of laughs, and I've been talking with one of his subordinates extensively, name of Franklin. Linux says that he's leaving soon. Gave me the option of staying if I wanted to. Don't think I'll take that choice. Linux needs me to anchor him. And besides, we'll be seeing these guys as soon as Linux takes down the guys hunting the runners.

New Place, New People.

I can't really say much about names, locations, or operations (Not that I know much about any of those anyways.), but I'm with Cartright and Carter at the moment. Aside from the fact that I have a tail on me wherever I go, everyone seems really nice and cool. Even the guys tailing me are always up for a chat. Mind you, I understand why they're tailing me, I'm both an unknown and a potential servant. I get it, paranoia serves us and all. Serves them but protects us. It's ironic, really, they're damn good at keeping and increasing their power.
I've checked out most of the facility in the other world. Found some things that implied it served a purpose quite similar, except that the countries were weaponized by the fears, basically started a horrible combination of WW3 and Cold War part 2. Couldn't trust your own country, not your neighbors, hell, not even your own damn family. Factions tore each other apart, no records as of yet to the countries that comprised each. Eventually the faction that was run by Proxies wound up weaponizing azoth, pretty much killed the world. This facility was remarkably well preserved, makes it easy to find stuff. Lots of blood though. Don't know what happened. Wouldn't be permitted to say even if I did. Found some information about this facility and some of the other things that happened, but saying them would put people at risk. Only telling you guys what won't hurt me or others. Sorry bout that. I'll tell you if and when the situation changes.

First week outta the states.

Been in Ontario the past few days, searching for some sort of facility or headquarters. Odd that the squads haven't upped the heat. I expected them to be waiting for me. Might just be that fucking brokenpisswad doesn't want anything bad going down in his city. Still, being paranoid is the safe thing to do. Thinking bout finding someone that can help me find the info I need. Much harder to find people that have money when you have fewer connections. On a personal note, my scaly friends been chatting me up more and more often. Trying to talk to Keith to make sure she doesn't get her claws in me. I've heard about what she does to people that she talks to. I'll try to update sometime next week. Keith has orders to post if I die.

I'm out of danger. Immediately anyways. Heading North. Might wind up heading East in a few months. Take care of my problems here before I go. Fairly certain that if I leave enough of a trail, I'll be found within a day. I pulled the head of one of the hitsquads two days ago, he said that a decent part of the organization I'm hunting is somewhere around here. C, if you see this, and you can get information, could you send me a list of the largest power draws in Ontario? Should give me a pretty good clue of where to hit.

On the road again

Well, we've been moving the past week or so. I won't say in what direction, seeing as how the kill krews are finally letting up. Thinking about heading out of the states, maybe meet up with some other group. Might get some more work done if I'm round some people that are a bit more survival oriented. Might have to try less hard to survive. C, whoever you are, and I do have my guesses, I'll accept your deal. I can always use new work partners. I keep information that needs to be kept, and you let me leave whenever I feel like I need to. Anyways, anyone that feels like they'd be cool with me tagging along, just let me know, alright?

Suriving

Alright, I'm officially pissed. There's nothing quite as painful as feeling useless. Morningstar is torturing Sanna worse than anything I could ever think to do. And here I am, being hunted down by a series of hit squads. Kinda like the group that took me two weeks to take down, but more of them, and each one is smaller and better coordinated. Think Incognito's gang lite. Can't even get out of the States since these guys don't give a damn about civilians. Bombed the last plane I bought a ticket for. Eighty people already on the plane, all because I bought a ticket. Listen, Breaking point, whoever you are, wherever you are, I'm not going after you or your organization right now, and honestly, I'd rather just convince you to leave us the hell alone. It's also my guess that you really don't want anything like Morningstar out there.
Maybe we can, you know, work together, or at least not work against each other for a little bit? You leave me and my gang alone, I don't find and bomb your buildings. Maybe we figure out how to fucking end some of the non-mortals?
In less frenemy related stuff, I'm back together with Keith. Rob and Mike decided to stay with the other guys. Me and him have been moving a lot lately. True to his word, he shot me in the leg, right along the skin, basically a scratch, but I'm still pissed at him.
-Linux Makavrie


Music, because why the hell not.
Edit: Sanna's safe, but still, monsters like Morningstar, your resources, and my tenacity, what do you say BP?

The Deal

Well, as I'm sure some of you have guessed, I made a deal with something calling herself the Mother. I ran into her, maybe an interconnected version of her, in the other world while I was hiding. The first few minutes were the worst. Like a psychologist, but evil. She acted like a painfully tactless best friend that knows all of your secrets. It was perfect, just the amount of reminding me of my pain, and reassuring me. Almost got me to give up my humanity. But she didn't. I have too much holding me down, part of the reason I keep company. We wound up making a deal after about three meetings. She would allow me to travel through any reflective surface in our around the location of FS, and I would give up any negative memories of my old friend, which intensified my guilt. Worth it though.

My "moving" for lack of a better word (can anyone come up with a term?) has come a long way. FS reminded me of my symbol project. And since I already had a mental association with that symbol and non-reality, I became able to create very thin, portal like objects at will, of variable sizes. Been trying to to get it so I don't need to use the symbol.  I can also take anything or one that I'm physically touching with, me, but taking them without touching them is tough, since I have to believe they are real even if the world they're in isn't. Working on that. Also been looking for other realities since a few hours ago when I found out Morningstar has Sanna. Hoping I can drop him off in some nice little hellhole. It'll probably be the most difficult.

I had both my moving and that reflection thing, which made me really good at fighting. The first guy never saw me before he was weaponless in a wasteland he had never seen. Killed him very quickly. The second one turned towards me as I tackled him, wound up getting cut on the stomach, pretty non-painfully, so no worries. FS was smart, prepared. He went to a room with no reflective surfaces. I took the first guys gun, and shot FS through the door. Hit his knee. It might sound kind of really bad, but I kind of enjoyed it, more because his screams meant that Keith wouldn't be screaming than because I hated him. I shot him in the hand when I went in so he couldn't shoot me, and then we went to world A. We had a nice discussion that I don't feel should be recreated at present.

Last thing. Can anyone inform me of how to kill anything nonmortal. When you read this Jack, can you tell me anything about my new green friend?

It's mostly done.

Well. I killed all three of them. Story for another time, maybe the next one. What's more interesting is what FS said before I broke his legs and left him to starve to death in the other world. Left him a gun with one bullet, mind you. It's MOSTLY done since I still have a lot of people to find, but it isn;t urgent anymore.

He told me in more detail both about his organization( the big, overarching one) and about the employer that hired his team. Turns out the latter took an interest in me, asked for me live. Might get his wish yet. Tell you what man, send me your location, and I'll make it a point to meet up with you. FS talked a lot about you, said that your a repeat customer. Some big-shot down in LA. If suspicions are anything to run by, you own the police, your own private army, and you make me look like a cuddly puppy. Kinda like some of the other psychos, except more static, and more pathetic.
Anyways, "Breaking Point" is a repeat that typically orders the extermination of all Runners in a given area. Just a lovely guy, I'm sure. What's more important is that the corporation FS worked for is terrifyingly large. As in, could probably take over small-medium countries using brute force without breaking a sweat. They move around a lot, and mostly rely on freelance teams like FS' though. Very good thing. Means that their teamwork leaves a lot to be desired, and that if I manage to find the jackasses running the deal, I can tear it down. The negative being that I have no idea on who they are, where they're located, or how I'll get there.

In other news, lots has been going on while I was in hiding, healing up from getting shot. Sanna wound up leaving her family when Incognito went and turned into something. Jack needs a new body, and is having issues with finding where the girl he's protecting has been disappearing to on the weekends. Oh, and there's someone new to our midst. Harlow, and he's being hunted by some giant eye, which is quite possible the judgment. Danny Boy's been sleep posting, which I see as something to really be concerned about.
Oh. And I made a deal with someone/thing that I probably shouldn't have even talked to. But she was such a help. And she promised she wouldn't try to break me again for a good long while. Nice lady, bit critical of others, but very willing to make a deal with me. Kinda tall, bit scaly round the tail, nice eyes, pretty smile. Really hoping I don't see her ever again. I'll tell you all about that deal at in the next post, along with details on my victory.

I'm done hiding and licking my wounds. I'm coming for you Shadows. And I've been practicing with my moving gig. Oh. And there will be no survivors. I gave you boys time to turn tail.

The Meet transcribed.

Alright. I said I'd transcribe that tape. We're in a bit of a lull, and I can't sleep right exactly now, so I'm going to try and type this up before shit goes down.

"Alright, Linux, Date August 22nd 2013. Meeting place, (Hahaha. Nope.). Time, approximately 5 oclock in the afternoon. I'm slightly early, I have scouted five different escape routes, I suspect two or three to be blocked by members of the organization "Shadow. Runners." I am meeting with their leader, "Frozen. Sorrows."" Silence for about ten minutes. For the remainder, Linux will be basic text, FS will be green, and anyone else will be blue

"Ahh. So glad to see you could make it, I was starting to worry you weren't coming."
"I always keep my promises. After all, a man is built on his word, is he not?"
"Why not take a seat Frozen, and I gotta ask, do you have a different name? One that won't make the freaking waiter look at us and call the fucking cops for suspected gang activity. I mean, jeez, you guys' names aren't exactly low profile."
"Anything by the same initials will do."  There's the sound of a chair being pulled back, and then FS sitting down.

"Alright, so you're the one that called me out to chat. What do you want to talk about Frankie?"
"You know? All I really want to talk about is you. I mean, you are sort of the worst thing to ever hit my crew. Tell you what. You tell me some things about you, we let you live, and I'll even tell you some things about us, and why we're here."
 "Whoah Whoah Whoah there big boy. I know you've probably got a gun trained on me right now from a window, but if you didn't notice, we're decently close to a police station. Oh, and I'm not stupid enough to come unarmed. Now, I know you can path, but if your boy doesn't get a kill shot the first go round, I'll get a fatal shot while I bleed out, and I'm pretty sure that you really like that nasty Oxygen habit."
"Alright. I get it. You think you can at least get collateral damage. Enough to make it not worth our while. Still. You're curious, you enjoy mind games, and I don't think you'll walk away regardless. So, how-"
"You know, no. We play this game by MY RULES. You tell me shit first. And then I drop the information you want."
"Mmm. How about no. Because even if you kill me, after you're dead, we will kill every single one of your little friends."
 "Ngh. Fine. Shoot."
"Good morning gentlemen. Can I start you with anything to drink?"
"Yeah. I'll take a root beer"
"I'll take a mojito, thanks ." There are sounds of the waiter walking off. "Alright. First up. We looked through your blog. Noticed you said your friend died. How bout you tell us what happened."
"I hate you. You know that, right? Fine, fine. I get it. Tell you or everyone dies. So, it started when I started. He was the one person I couldn't scare off in preparation of being a runner. He wound up following me. His girlfriend too. That's when I was still religiously using the symbol to protect my ass. Back to that later. His girlfriend wound up following him. It uh. It-"
"You know, I really wouldn't expect someone that tortures people to insanity wouldn't be so damn quiet about his own issues."
"I get it. Well. It ended poorly. She wound up dieing, and he blamed me. We wound up fighting, and I drew the symbol while I was thinking about him angrily. He died the next day. I saw him die. It was ugly. Bloody and horrible." There's silence for a few minutes.
"Oh, thank you, now, I'll have the (No specifics on food.)"
"I'll have (Nope). Oh, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't come around here until after we pay the bill. Oh. And keep other people the hell away from us. We're talking privately, and there's five hundred in it for you if you do that little favor for us," Glasses are set down, the waiter walks away. "Alright. So you've been killing people since before you really started running. Next up. What's the deal with that cognitive dissonance, and what's up with that "other world" you were talking about."
"Been a while since I called it cognitive dissonance. But uhh. I started out noticing that it only hunted people with a prior connection belying a subconscious belief in it, or a recent knowledge and belief of it. I thought that there was a definitive connection to the mind. I don't know what changed, but I couldn't stop myself from believing. I thought that the effect of the symbol would vary depending on the mental state and intention of the person that drew it. I still think I'm right, mind you, but I'm a bit more hesitant to test it, especially since I'm a bit more unstable right now. That "other world" as you called it, is actually another reality. It's connected to that whole cognitive dissonance thing I mentioned. Oh something I didn't mention online yet. I uh, pulled your buddy with me. It was funny, watching him slowly go insane. He talked a decent amount before I had to put him down."
"Funny. You think that you being a monster will make me uneasy. You know. I have to wonder. Did killing your friend make you a monster? Or did you kill your friend because you were already a monster. Do your new friends realize that you killed your old friend? Ooh! Are you already planning to kill them? Or are you going to interrogate them and drive them insane first?"
"Shut up. I don't like hurting people. I'm not a monster. I answered your damn questions, now answer mine. Why the hell are you killing runners. Doesn't your master prefer to eat live prey?"
"Well, you know, I'm not actually working for "My Master" on this one. Working for a nice guy, calls himself Breaking Point. Kinda like you actually, likes to play with his kills. Don't know what he does, exactly, but it can't be much worse than what you do. Oh. And you have one more question."
"I get two more. First. Why did you ask me here. Second, is your company a finger on a fist, or are you a lone merc crew?"
"Ohh, alright. I guess I can answer those two. I asked you here because I like to know the tougher targets. Makes it easier to kill them. Second, we work together with other groups. But we're more casually connected. There are some nice professional groups that stay with the company that hired us full time."
"Well, that's just wonderful. Anyways, I'm off. Here- is my part of the bill, I'll cover the tip. You can give me a nice ten minutes of walking before you give me a tail. I'll kill him if I have to. Have a nice day. Try not to slip in any puddles of blood."

At this point, I assume he starts walking away after pushing in his chair. After about fifteen minutes he yells something, but I can't understand what. There's an increased frequency of tapping sounds, assumed to be sprinting. A loud sound rings out, assumed a shot, and about ten seconds after, it starts crackling a lot. Linux starts coughing about three minutes later, barely audible over the crackling. It cuts out shortly after. I assume he went to that place and met up with it.
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 Well. Thinks he killed his friend. Don't really think of him as the type to kill people that aren't his enemy on purpose. Still, I'm pissed at him for putting us at risk so he could get a target. If he's not bleeding, dead or shot next time I see him, I'm still shooting him in the leg.

Frozen Sorrows here

Ahh. Keith, right? Yes. That's it. You. Well, Linux did a pretty bang=up job of protecting himself. Took out Rolling Fear in his first shot, Clipped Silentboy (Not his name, he just never talks, you understand.) With his second. He took a couple shots, not fatal, not even that bad, but shots all the same. Deciding he'd had enough, he ran out, tackeled silentboy, and went wherever he goes that we can't follow. I'm really hoping that master was there waiting for him. I took his Computer because why the hell not. Oh, and Keith, buddy boy, There's two of us left, and that's more than enough to take out every single one of you in a fairly short period of time. No hard feelings man, a job's a job.

He's gone. Again

Well. I got to Linux's place. It was a bit of a wreck. I mean. It was REALLY a wreck. There was some blood on the floor, couple splatters here and there. Fuck. Can't even tell whose blood it is. Can't tell what happened. Probably safe to assume he's either stuck in that weird place, or he's been taken or killed. All bad. His computer's gone. And I found his tape. Gonna transcribe it later. Thinking about finding Linux. Realizing I have no clue on where to find him or the squad. Hoping Linux shows up at some point soon. Me, Rob, and Mike are now on triple shifts. Ugh. I don't know how long we can do this.

keith read this now

Fuck. I've got a little time to type this up. Keith, I have "visitors" I'm three blocks north of you, then take a left, and proceed until you reach the closed house. I'll hide, and I'll travel if i can but i dont know if i can and i'd much rather not. saw the target last time i went there. got thrown around a bit. come well armed, there are three of them, leave rob and mike to guard the others just in case.

New Data

Second Guy

Name Given: Fineman
Age: 32
School: High School Grad
Military: Wouldn't disclose much, mentioned Egypt in passing. Suspect he was recently turned.
Personality: Faux Affably evil. Made lots of nice talk. Knew me well enough to push me.
Psychoses: None detected.
Childhood: Grew up Irish. Parents killed as IRA members, suspect child followed by starting career as a terrorist
Pathing: Displayed an attempt to path out. Magnets prevented pathing.
Travel: Freely traveled after I pulled him with me. Was much more cooperative afterwards.
End Notes: I accidentally traveled after an intense session. Had my hand on him, and he came with me. He was terrified. He became much more cooperative afterwards. Unfortunately, I wound up having to kill him shortly after as the rapid increase in azoth in his system caused him to rapidly become more and more hostile. He traveled five or six times within a two-three hour period, each trip taking approximate 10-20 minutes per trip, he was remaining stationary though, as his bindings survived the trip. Refreshed the bindings whenever I could to prevent azoth deterioration.


So, yeah. I can pull people with me when I travel. That's both good and bad. It can be weaponized, but I also might hurt those I like. Gonna have to be more careful. In other news, I'm still alive. Haven't been shot at by the outfit yet. Not going to put up my location or any plans for obvious reasons. Oh, Frozen Sorrows, if you read this, your boy was screaming mad by the end. I killed him quickly, ended that suffering before it got too bad. You and your boys can still get out of town. Maybe give me the location of your employer, I've got enough on my plate that I won't hunt you guys down. Offer's up until I take you.

The meet.

I'm off to my meeting. I'll update this when I get back

Back. Still alive. Uninjured. Won't transcribe the tape of the recording, not most of it anyways. Gonna go sleep for a while. Latest hostage was killed yesterday. I'll put his psych eval up tomorrow. Moving houses soon.

Alright. Well. The meet happened. I got a bit of information on those sons of bitches. They've got two pathers. Frozen Sorrows is a real hardass. Pretty sure he has some psychological training, knew how to press all the right buttons. The team is just performing a mission for some less well-armed individual. "Nothing Personal" He paid upfront, so grabbing him won't help any. FS said that they were hired by an individual called "Breaking Point." Said he wanted all runners in the area dead, and that he wanted the bodies if he could get them. Either he wants them for experiments, or he's more than a little sick in the head. Thinking I might want to find that guy. Frozen Sorrows told me to fuck off when I asked him where they leave the bodies. Gonna take me a while. Gonna finish taking down the veterans before I go after him. Keith, you guys should be safe for a while. Just keep watching, just in case.

Hunter becomes the hunted becomes the hunter

Well, looks like they're changing their focus from the group of runners to me, probably a good thing. I grabbed another one of theirs today. Spent over an hour shaking a tail. Prally need to practice that a bit more. Prally gonna get a lot whether I want to or not. Anyways, I'm safe right now. I'm letting the new guy stew for a bit. I'm gonna give you guys my theory just in case I fuck up and get caught.

First things first. I do NOT believe in the tulpa effect. I DO believe in a variant that I've not seen mentioned or named.

Second, the multiverse thing. Except it's not multiple universes, it's multiple realities. Reality branches for every chance, for every choice. And there's a shit ton of those. For practicality, I'll only refer to the ones I see and/or visit based on major differences.

Alright. Time for the big reveal . . . It is my belief that through thought, we cannot create something, but we can cause realities to intersect. Or, in some cases, we can move from one to another. Travelers, as I'm calling anything that moves from one to another, usually have stranger properties, as a result of not really belonging in the reality they are in. I'm taking a guess that it is from the reality I've traveled to, on account of seeing it there. That place was not pretty, let me tell you. I don't think the path is a part of that place, I suspect it's a different dimension based on pathers' descriptions of it, but who knows. That place was dead. Their were buildings reminiscent of those I've seen in our reality, but they were sludgy. Like mold had been eating away at them for a long time. There were azoth clouds, and there was nothing that was alive. I went into an underground bunker like situation in the other reality, found some papers. Mostly diaries from people that survived initially. It's a bit hazy, but it was either an instance of biological warfare gone horribly right, or some medical company that fucked up big time. People woke up and saw the black fog, didn't do anything at first. People started coughing it up, they started to wear government issue gas masks. That helped a little, which is also why I wear a rebreather when I visit. Well, after about a week, the news reported five people dead, and then people broke. Some people became like proxies, others went the typical insane, curled up in a ball, begging for mercy. At this point, the crazy-prepared invited the non-crazy neighbors into their bomb shelters. They survived for a few months before "something" came in. Started killing them. I don't know if this was everyone's favorite well dressed person first reality, or if he migrated to it after people started freaking out and giving up on their life. Maybe it was some batshit insane experiment, or a mutation of the azoth strain. Or maybe it migrates through worlds where everything's gone to hell, finishing it off, and then moving on. I don't know. Still hoping I can find some top-secret underground labratory that'll have more information on it. Oh, and in other news, I've been training myself in how to travel better, I can now open up much smaller holes to just look through. I can't move anything between them, which is good, because I'd rather keep everything nice and segregated in this instance, but yeah.


Oh, and just in case this guy or the next can path, do any of you guys know how to stop someone from pathing? Do I just have to restrain them? Or will I not be able to interrogate them?

Edit: Just got a brick through my window. That means I'm moving very soon. Their leader, Frozen Sorrows, wants to have a chat. In public, of course. Might go and meet him. Can't hurt. If it's public, and I'm armed, and I scout the area, and well, you get it. I mean, he already knows where I live. I'll update after the meet. Keith. Stay safe man. You guys should have a much easier time until they decide to stop focusing on you. If I meet him, it'll be on Wednesday on a beach-front restaurant. All of them'll probably be busy watching us, making sure I don't pull a gun or anything like that.

Edit 2: Alright. Everything seems green. The location has five escape routes that should work well. I don't think there was ever a point where there were less than three people walking on by.  Taking a handgun just in case anyways.

Psych Eval Round 2, part 1

Alright. First guy down. Won't tell you what I had to do to make him talk. This guy was a lot less talkative than anyone in the previous group. Despite the fact that I was much less kind. He said that his team called themselves the Shadow Runners.

Name: No name Given, Referred to as Shadow Runner 01
Age: 37
High School: Graduate
College: Went straight into the army

Military Experience: Served two tours as a Marine, left America to freelance in Africa for four years before becoming a Proxy.

Personality: Bloodthirsty Monster. Repeatedly threatened me. Normal Proxy stuff. Except he pulled on his bindings so much it rubbed his wrists and arms raw.

Psychoses: Rage.

Childhood: Ran away from home after killing parents. Created a fake persona by pretending to be raised on the streets. Claims to have let a sister live. 

Pathing: No indication of ability.

End Notes: Killed quickly after I finished taking notes. Indicated that there were six left. Keith's kill makes five. He indicated that one of them was learning to path, while another was adept at it.

Moving to a new facility today. Setting up Containment chamber tomorrow. Snatching another "Shadow Runner" sometime after that. Hopefully I can pull their leader.

Mission Report: 03

Alright. Well, it's been rough. We've had three casualties, plus one injury. We've killed one of the Proxies, Linux took one of the others. We can't really do the evals, they kinda don't trust us. They just want us to protect them for free. Although I can kinda understand why they don't trust us. Linux pulled something a day or so ago. Told me we should move the fucking runners to another location, one he had scoped out about five hours before. We got attacked not even five minutes of being out. They started bolting at the first shot. Two died quickly, another bled out after about an hour when we couldn't bind their wounds. Talked to him as he died. It wasn't fun. Linux fucking told us to move so that he could capture one of them. I managed to shoot one of them in the chest while they were distracted. Drowned in his own blood. Linux was gone before he got shot. So, if his estimations are correct, there should be between three and five left. Oh, and I got grazed. Nice little cut on my left arm. We only have ten or so left. I think one of them ran off on his own. I have Rob and Mike on patrolling duty right now. I'm going to head on out to pick up some supplies, taking one of the runners with me.

Feeling Tired

Fuck. I forgot how draining it was to be alone. Less sleep, more paranoid. The being afraid to close my eyes thing is a bit new. I don't move much, but if I slip for a moment, I'm much more vulnerable all day. I suspect my group would be able to ground me, but I ain't putting them at risk of getting pulled. They're still fighting their war. I've been watching, throwing in a bit of help now and then. Three more runners got killed. I took down one of their stealth experts. From what I can tell, there's about four or so more of these proxies. They're moving well, expert coordination, most have semi-autos, one had an automatic. I'm afraid that one might have a rifle, can't be too careful. The way they move suggests radios, which means there might be another person running the operations.

I've learned a couple things from the other side. I can't share them though. No. Not now anyways. Too dangerous, too risky. For me and for anyone else. I'm getting somewhat better. I've started carrying a rebreather. Keeps some of the Azoth out. Started leaving my body faster than it's going in. I was scared for a bit. Veins were starting to look greyish. Mind you, I'm stilling coughing up a shitstorm of the stuff, just considerably less than I was a few days ago. Might be getting used to it. Now if only I had the magic cure carter found before he died. Probably help a lot. I could probably even make trips on purpose for research purposes. Med, if you find it, when you get better, tell me how to make some.

Time's up, gotta go. Interrogation time. This guy will probably take a fair amount of time. After he's done, I'll try to grab another. And then I'll move. Not out of the hub, no, can't leave the others to their own devices, they might die, but to a different section. Prally be off while I scout the area and the corresponding other area. And while I question the guy. And set up camp. Might peek in on all a you every now and then.

Mission report: 02 Status 01

Before the reports, Linux is back, I guess. Not with us, but alive and well enough to type. Don't know whether I should be more scared about that place he talked about, or worried for his sanity. We'll keep looking for him, but it's going on the backburner.

Mission report: We found a large group of runners, and they were talking about some proxies that were ex-military. Which is bad. Like, really bad. As in, I don't think you get it. It wasn't just army, but some type of special ops. They've been kidnapping and brutally killing the runners one by one. Cutting them up real bad, and leaving them hanging. No bombs. Yet.
The runners are a bit weak. Most of them are coughing up azoth pretty badly. Little bits of blood too. I know Linux would want psych evals on all of them, so I'll probably start asking some questions soon. Shot at a moving shadow. Didn't hit everything, but whoever it was ran. Think it's time to give Mike and Rob some team tactics training. I'm pulling one of the guys in the group to work with me. Prally leaving my two to guard the rest after I train them. Don't think I'll break up our group into anything less than two people. Just a bad idea.

I'll be making a report when I make some headway on these guys.

That place

It's been a day or so since I moved. I'm tired as fuck, but I can blink. Still a bit worried. I just have to keep thinking that this is the real world. I think I'll give a little description of that place and how I got there. Should be safe. . . hopefully.

So. I went nuts with grief. With regret, with self-disgust. It was bad. At one point I stopped thinking that this was the real world. The only thing I still believed in was It. And now I believe it's name has power more than ever. Not directly over it, but over us. I know that thought can protect you, that truly believing it doesn't exist can protect you, it worked for me for a few months. I'm hoping that the symbols can have multiple properties depending on what you think as you write them. Well. When I stopped believing in this world, and kept believing in it, I closed my eyes for a few minutes, and opened them to hell.

Now, Carter made the Path sound pretty nasty, but this place wasn't the Path. It was more dead. Kind of like our reality, except darker, more demonic, and well, dead. I don't think I saw anything alive there, save two things, more on that later. I walked out of the room through rotting boards on the wall. Fog was all over, it was hard to see all that far, kinda like the dreams that It appears in. This was the world as I had left it, more trees, less hills, and a hell of a lot less people. I walked around the "town" for a bit, then turned and walked north. It's where I had been heading gradually. Made it to my hometown. It decided to attack at that moment.

Grabbed me by the leg and yanked me up. I shot at it, and it kinda reacted. More than it normally would based on all accounts anyhow. Not enough to do me all that much good, but enough to keep it from killing me. All I suffered was a broken nose and a concussion. Wandered around for a few hours, passed out, and thought it couldn't be real. Woke up in our reality, injured. I spent the next few days slipping in and out of our reality. I still don't know that I'm awake, or alive for that matter.

I said there were two life forms. It was one. Med said that Azoth is alive. That was number two. The fog that was messing with my vision, it was made completely up of small azoth droplets. I've been breathing that shit for a couple days. Coughing up a lot of it. Blood ain't black, not yet anyways.Just a waiting game at this point, I suppose, waiting until I visit again. I'll write down my theories later. Just in case I die.

EDIT: It wasn't fucking safe. Ouch, my everything hurts.

I'm alive

I can't type for too long. Every now and then, I go back. Not the path. Somewhere else. Somewhere dead. Like our world. Different, worse, more dead. Lot more azoth in me now too. It took me a few trips after the first one to notice that the black fog was azoth mist. Risk traveling everytime I close my eyes. It can't take this from me if I can see it, seeing is believing. Think this might kill me in a bit. Have a few months at best. Should go back and help out Keith and the others. My hands are shaking I'm on so much caffeine. Thinking about getting drugs, except those make reality seem less real. No. Bad idea. Gonna hurl. Prally gonna travel after this post. Gotta close my eyes. They burn. Maybe I'm just insane now. Maybe none of it's real. Or maybe it is, who knows? Maybe I can sleep safely. Maybe that place is just in my head. I started thinking of some grotesque scenes after I killed those proxies. Keith. Stop looking for me, start looking for more runners. If I stop seeing that place, I'll return. If not, well, consider me dead if I stop posting in a few months.

He fucking disappeared. From a room with one exit, that we always had one person watching. We're looking for him. I'll try to keep updated. Hopefully he's alive and not a proxy.

It's quiet.

So. The past few days, Linux has been alternating between laughing, crying, and sleeping. The food we've been leaving near his door has been disappearing, so we assume he's been eating. He's been quiet the past ten hours. I'm starting to get worried, but A)His door is locked, and B) I have no idea what state of mind he's in, and honestly, he fights really freaking unfair. We're probably going to check in on him if we don't hear from him in the next few hours. I'll send results later, if we do. I'll edit if it's nothing big.

Business as Usual.

Well. Linux has showed no intention of leaving his room. I think he's sorta going through a mental breakdown after what he did to the proxies. We told him he did what was necessary, but I think he just needs some time to get it out of his system. Me, Rob, and Mike have started doing recon on the city we're in. Pardon me, hub. We alternate in teams of two, leaving the other guy to watch Linux just in case he comes out. It's pretty cool, this city. I grew up kinda rural, so this place is just huge. Awe inspiring, ya know? There's a deli right near our place, and a grocery store in a plaza a couple blocks down. We've seen some gang signs here and there, but judging from Linux's comment to Daniel, it's probably best that we stay away. He might try to be a badass and kill and/ or get them arrested out of spite. We've seen a couple of the signs, it's signs that is, so we know there's either proxy activity or runners around here. Or, at least there has been in the last few months. I'm heading back out soon, I'll tell you guys if anything happens.

A little light reading.

Before anything else, we're at our new setting. There's a beach, and a nice, big forest. Bit worried with the size of it. Worried we won't be able to trek it in time to minimize risk. If and when we do, it'll be in teams of two, of course.
It's a hub, so there should be plenty of Proxy activity, hiding somewhere anyways. Haven't seen any yet.
For now, for today and tomorrow, I'm doing nothing but reading my precious fantasy and sci-fi. I need to relax a bit. I'm telling the other guys to relax too.
Now for my report on Proxy psych evals 1-9

Primary Cluster. Captured during my rescue of Keith.

Proxy 01:
Name Given: Johnathan Longrider
Age: Estimated Mid 20's
High School Graduate: Yes, though took summerschool to meet requirements.
College: No, claims to have gone straight into working at the warehouse we found him at.
Personality: Comes across as gruff. Would be defined as choleric in tempermant. Seems to want leadership position, but was never "good" enough for it. Resented leader of the group. Seems almost happy that I killed her.
Psychoses: Deluded into believing himself superior to everything but "father" Assumed to be talking about our final target. Mildly paranoid, doesn't trust the other members of his group. Believes they were all out to keep him from being in charge. Study of his body reveals injuries that neither I nor Keith dealt him, mostly bruising, though a few abrasions from being shoved against a wall. Wrist shows indications of being restrained, though I suspect that was from Keith's restraints. (Edit: When asked, the other members admit to using zipties to restrain him when he gets too wild.) Either he was beat by his group, or he lost a fight for what he saw as the alpha-position.
Childhood: Father abandoned family at age 13. Resented him for it. Mother died at age 15, causes unknown. Foster care was hell for him. Very few friends, most of which left him after he had no parents.
Pathing: No indication he has the ability. Left alone in a room unrestrained for 30 minutes with the threat of further interrogation. Stayed in the room.
End Notes: I assume his lack of trust stems from childhood. His calling the target "father" Could result from abandonment issues, though I doubt that all the Proxies that refer to it as "father" have abandonment issues. The probability is simply too low. Ask online later.

Proxy 02:
Name Given: Tyler
Age Estimate: Estimated Late Teens.
High School: Graduated
College: Accepted. Didn't start yet.
Personality: Weak, somewhat submissive. Would classify as Phlegmatic. Seemed to have fawned over the leader. Swore me out for killing "Jessica." It was the only noted hostility. Was very willing to divulge what little information he had.
Psychoses: Minor inferiority complex. Believed anyone and everyone was better than him altogether. Had even more mild superiority complex regarding intellect. Regards Proxy 01 with little respect, despite holding the rest of the cluster with high regard.
Childhood: Scars and high regard for intellect indicates beatings for poor grades. Evasive when probed for information. Seems to think he deserved it, but dislikes both parents regardless. Had many "friends." I would define none as "true friends." Standard teen behavior holding popularity above most things. No girlfriend. Seemed to want to make sure that got recorded for some reason.
Pathing: No indication of Pathing capabilities.
End Notes: I freed him from his restraints around day two. He showed little to no interest in hurting me. I suspect his swing at my head was due to little more than emotional rage at "Jessica" being dead and looking for a way to belong. Childhood abuse could possible be a reason for calling it "father"

Proxy 03:
Name Given: Refuses to give a name. Other Proxies refer to him as Shade.
Age Estimate: Based on Educational career; 19-21
High School: Graduated
College: Two Years.
Personality: Acts mysterious. Revealed information when probed. Would classify as somewhere between Melancholic and Phlegmatic. He seems to want to separate himself from others by being vague and mysterious, yet thrives on the attention it gets him. He is a follower, and doesn't seem to know exactly what he wants in life.
Psychoses: Superiority complex. Plain and simple.
Childhood: Some bull about a dark past. I suspect nothing was wrong with his childhood ignoring mild neglect.
Pathing: Claims to have the ability, but showed no aptitude, even after extensive torture.
End Notes: It would be a stretch to connect his neglect to using the term "father", but who knows. Would call a hipster.

Proxy 04:
Name Given: Deceased before I could interrogate. Proxy 02 Called her Jessica
Age Estimate: 21-23
High School: Other Proxies followed in a manner that would suggest she had finished High School.
College: I suspect she went onto college by the way she dressed, and the fact that Proxy 02 mentioned meeting her in a college library.
Personality: Unknown. Assumed leader type. Probably likable, seeing as most of the cluster followed willingly.
Psychoses: Unknown.
Childhood: Unknown.
Pathing: Unknown.
End Notes: Wish she had survived. Interrogating the leader of a cluster would have been useful. Would have had an unique perspective on cluster dynamics.

Secondary Cluster. Found, Shot, and Captured by Keith.
(Note: Worked with Primary Cluster. Proxy 05 served as a secondary leader. Ultimately subservient to Proxy 04.)

Proxy 05:
Name Given: Rebecca Juillana
Age Given: 25 Birthday June 13
High School: Graduate
College: Graduate
Post Grad: Was working on a law degree.
Personality: Rather Charming. Caught myself tempted to release her a few times. Almost took a headbutt once. Very dangerous. Keith may have been in trouble if he met her before his mission. Leader type personality. Everyone in the secondary cluster looked up to her. Asked me questions back, seemed to be poking and prodding at my beliefs. May have thought I could be turned if pushed hard enough.
Psychoses: None that I can discern, aside from typical Proxiness.
Childhood: Popular throughout school. Performed in Drama, choir, and band. Claims she was rather bad in band. Decent scholastically. Had a total of three AP classes, all of which were history or law based.
Pathing: Said she is unable to Path.
End Notes: She new I was going to kill them all. She attempted to make me question my morality. I was already somewhat shaken from the primary cluster, and I think she picked up on that. Going to have to be more careful showing weakness to proxies. I see no psychological reason for her to have been a Proxy. (Note: She drained somewhat less Azoth than the rest of the cluster.)

Proxy 06:
Name Given: Tylor
Age Estimate: Late Teens
High School:Graduate
College: Would have been going into first year.
Personality: Melancholic/Sanguine. Was friends with Proxy 02. Took the leadership role in that friendship, willing to not be leadership in the cluster. Keith says he was very good at fighting. I suspect he beat up bullies before he turned. Seemed friendly. Somewhat Jockish. Light. Maybe Lacrosse or wrestling. Not a football or hockey build. (Confirmed Lacrosse player)
Psychoses: None noticeable. Seemed a bit ginger to criticisms.
Childhood: Friends with Proxy 02. Went the athletic route while his friend took the academic. Claims that his father was an alumni and wanted his son to follow in his footsteps. I suspect his father was overly critical of him. I also suspect he wound up threatening Proxy 02's father after finding out that Proxy 02 was whipped with a belt. Very passionate about protecting Proxy 02.
 Pathing: No
End Note: Possible verbal abuse from father connects to "father" term. Flew into a rage when he found out that I was planning to kill all of them. Told me I could kill him, but that I should let Proxy 02 go.

Proxy 07:
Name Given: Lizzy
Age Given: 17
High School: Dropout
Personality: Terrifying. Would define as Choleric. Friendly some of the time, but flies into a rage at the slightest provocation.
Psychoses: Berzerk, Possible Schizophrenic.
Childhood: Grew up on the streets. Possibly raped. Flinched when I approached to touch her arm. Definitely beaten. Dropped out of high-school because of poor grades.
Pathing: Thank god no.
End Notes: Bat-shit insane. Tried to bite my nose off at one point. Had to add further restraints. Had greater amount of Azoth than others in the cluster. I suspect Med or Annalee would find that it was concentrated in such a way that would indicate insanity. I, however, do not do dissections, nor do I know neurological surgery stuff.

Proxy 08:
Name Given: Jordan Reyna
Age Given: 22
High School: Graduate
College: Dropped out Freshman year and went to community college.
Personality: Party girl. Definitely Sanguine. Asked several times for alcohol. Flirted with me, a lot. Seemed kind of stand offish from the rest of the cluster. Treated it like a job. Said she moved when asked. I suspect her old cluster was more "fun."
Childhood: Relaxed. Parents drunk a lot, but loved her the same. Wound up getting drunk for the first time at age 15. Had sex at 16. Very graphic in description.
Psychoses: None determinable. Might be somewhat insecure.
Pathing: No.
End Notes: I suspect she was trying to get some minor victory by making me feel uncomfortable. Drained somewhat less Azoth than others in the cluster.

Proxy 09:
Name Given: Ouroboros
Age Estimate: No clue
High School: Speaks like a graduate
College: Said he remembers a frat. I suspect he graduated.
Personality: Nothing like Proxy 03. Actually is mysterious, and seemed to be there from another cluster. Nobody else knew him, at all. They had never seen him.
Childhood: unknown.
Psychoses: Unknown.
Pathing. No.
End Notes: Probably shouldn't have killed him. He knew more about me than he should have, and he had no connection to the cluster. I suspect he was there to keep tabs on me. He had a symbol tattooed onto his back made out of dead Azoth, it was, fittingly enough, a snake eating it's own tail.

End of Report.

Yeah. So I mentioned Azoth amount. I drained them all and then cremated them. Proxy 04 was problematic. The Azoth had been dead before I tried draining it, and I didn't know how to liquify it, turns out there had been a little left when I went to cremate her. She exploded a little bit and I felt terrible. I had meant to spread their ashes over the town, give them a human death, you know? The explosion blew it all out into the crematorium. (Note. They did give me weird looks, but money was money for the guy running the place.) Needless to say, we left about then.

Anyone have any good books to recommend? I'm feeling humorish right now.

On the road again

We're moving again later today. Just need to take care of the Proxies. Keith, Rob, and Mike are staying home, packing up, carefully, and Keith is going to start giving the other two firearms training. God knows they'll need it. Carter warned me to beware of large numbers of proxies, but we're kinda looking for them. I want to see if they have any secrets. I want to see why the azoth affects them as it does, but not us. I think it might have something to do with the mind. I mean, clearly it affects our heads. When Med goes apeshit, she reported that the headache went away. He could still hurt her body, but she no longer really sensed it's presence. Keith reports sensing it differently than I do, and then there was the whole theory where we created him with our minds. While I don't think we created it, I definitely think we might have allowed it into our reality. Maybe. So while you guys look for hard science and/or ancient societal/magic ways to kill it, I'll look for mental ways, ways to find where it comes from, ways to get there, and pray that it's more vulnerable there than it is here.
-Linux
By the way. I'm also probably gonna have everyone make their own account. It's a mild annoyance having to retype my name at the end of every post.

Hi there.

Hey, my name's Mike, and this cool guy to my left is Rob. We uhh, we were "rescued" by Keith. We totally could have escaped on our own. Rob here, he's an engineer. He's been learning programming on the side. Me? I was studying to become a medical doctor. Things changed at about 24 for us. We've been friends forever, and we both wound up going to the same college, and Rob decided to take forever on deciding on a major. Here's the story of how we became the hunted.

*Harp flashback music*
"Hey, Rob, you see that new youtube series yet? It's pretty big."
"Uhhh, which one Mike? Youtube's kinda sorta huge."
"You hear about (Name redacted because Linux said we shouldn't write it. Dude's a hardass.)? It's huge! And terrifying! And Horror movies just haven't gotten me lately. I spent my whole weekend watching some of the videos with Jenna." (Note, we watched Marblehornets first, since it was the first thing we saw, and then Everyman.)
"I think so, that was that creepypasta thing right?"(Rob lives off of the energy of forums. He thrives on flame wars.)
"Yeah.We should watch all of them. Right now. Finals were last week. This is the best time."
*Harp music closing Flashback.*

Yeah. You all know how well learning goes in regards to it. I started seeing it first. Then my girlfriend, and then Rob. We thought it was some prank, it was when it was still funny to dress up in a white skin suit, a tux, and scare the shit out of people. We decided to go out hiking since I like to (The dude's like a mountain goat -R), and Rob needed some fresh air. Needless to say, it went well, all things considered. Nobody died, and Jenna just got a bonk on the head when she tripped.
Well, things got worse, Jenna proxied. Slowly. At first, I thought she was just going through a bad poetry phase, I mean, I didn't know a single guy at college that hadn't at one point or another (Rob's was especially bad (Not as bad as Mike's. Those were bad times. Bad bad times . . . -R)). But eventually, she turned sorta cruel. It was kinda nice in bed It was horrible, she berated me all the time, mocked my friends, and always wanted to go out to the woods. And not in the good way. She hit me over the head with a branch one day while we were out. I woke up tied up, being watched by her and a couple other proxies. She asked me how I felt about "father." By then, I had read up enough to have some understanding of what happened to her. I said it was awesome, that I loved it. (They bought it, I assume they weren't in constant contact with it.)  They released me, and I ran. I talked to Rob, and since we were pretty much done with that university, if we were continuing with learning, it would have been at a post-grad program, we ran. We made it a year and a half before Keith and Linux found us. The locals caught us with out fingers in their pie, and decided that we should be brought before the tribunal for our fate to be decided. We saw Keith in the warehouse, but we were moved to another location about an hour after he arrived. We were happy as hell when he saved us. The locals destroyed my laptop. Linux says he'll probably get all of us some new ones at the next hub city.

Michaelis Ramanavadore (Because if I'm not going to use my name, then why the fuck can't it be awesome.) Signing out.

Rob, signing in. Just to add, she was really bitchy. I don't think Mike saw the real extent. She lost all of her friends within days of hitting her head. And she was kinda popular in the nice girl way. I was friends with her, and Mike is my only other real friend. I talk to other pepes, but nobody else has really gotten close to me. I would kill to protect him. I mean that.
-R

Mission Report 01

Alright. So, I had fun. Except, we all know that's complete and utter bullshite. I got to storm a proxy hideout. By myself. Now, granted there were two prisoners that were all too willing to help me bust up their asses once I freed them, but, you know, prisoners that were previously beat to kingdom come don't usually make such good fighters. I'll give them this. They had spunk. Now, I had a bit of an advantage, I was raised on guns. My dad is what lots of people would call a gun nut. I was firing BB's as soon as I could hold a rifle. Shooting a .22 once The recoil didn't knock me back (A .22's recoil is fucking pathetic by the by. So that was what, five?) As I grew, so did the arsenal. I could outshoot most of my pop's buds by the time I was Linux's age. Right now, I outshoot the old man himself, or least I did last time I saw him. Linux was surprised when he armed me and I shot straighter than him.

I shot most of the proxies in the leg or in the arms. Kinda hard to fight with a bullet wound in you. Linux says this place was a good place to stop. He's taken to researching them psychologically. Larger numbers means more research. Oh, and I only had five or so, but in an un-traversed building in the middle of some dark woods, That's plenty, even with an advantage. Our total count on prisoners is now eight. Woulda been nine, but . . . well, you know.

I was stupid, by the way. Made nice with the runners while we were still in the building, it was sorta like an office building, 'cept shorter and darker. Walked out with Mike and Rob (Their names for this blog, Linux says we don't use real ones, too dangerous. And that the person we were before died, that we aren't them. Dude's weird.) We walked out, and we were hit with the shit. He was standing there right in front of us. I didn't feel an aura, but I did smell burning skin and hear screams. I dunno, maybe I just detected it differently. Mike and Rob screamed, and we all ran. They away from it, to where I told them Linux was. I ran toward it. Shooting all the while. Gotta say, I have the worst ideas.

I still smell blood. Fucker broke my nose. Felt like I was under, like he held me under for longer than I had ever been caught. Felt like I was dying. I think it just wanted to see the panic and fear in my eyes. I think he likes reducing us to animals. I mean, look at how Med describes herself when she goes berserk (no offense.) Maybe it's just some sick game. Break the toys. I'm done here for the day. Gonna have the other two give an introductory thing later. Since that seems to be our thing.
-Keith

So tired

Just got back from that Proxy hangout. Tired as hell. Gonna be telling you all about my rad adventure tomorrow. Lateish. I'm sleeping in. I looked at our tied up Proxies. It's ugly. I told Linux he didn't have to do that shit anymore, after I read his post. He said and I quote, "I'll do whatever the fuck is necessary to keep us alive. You just worry about keeping your ass out of the fire."

Oh, and we found another set of runners. Kinda like us, except they both have a decent amount of college experience. One's a programmer, and the other was studying to become a doctor. Looked pretty beat up. Proxies aint got nothin on us though. Night. I'll probably let the other two type
something up. We're planning on sharing the account but splitting town in a few days when Linux can walk again. Dude has shit luck with that ankle.

 Who knows, maybe we'll form some sort of net while Linux is looking for whatever he's looking for.

Linux is still kinda out of sorts. Hear's to hopin he's back to normal soon. That dude's kinda terrifying in his own way. We all are, I guess. Or, we all get that way eventually. . .
-Keith

I feel dirty. Like if I keep this up. . . if I enjoy it, I'll become a monster. Worse than the proxies. He who fights, heh? Keith's clean. He hasn't even seen those things. He's been doing the clean things. I cant let him do the things I do I cant let him become a monster Hes my responsibility.

We're back from our shopping trip!

Sitting at home right now. Keith says that if I get any worse, he'll drag me to the hospital. I grew up brawling every once in a while, always for friends, of course. Being not so muscular, I learned early on that moving fast, fluidity and such, is almost always a good idea. I broke the first proxies arm, stole the steel pipe he was trying to hit me with. Took a cut from one I didn't see, should heal up pretty soon, but it stung like hell. Hit her over the head in instinct. Lashing out at the source of pain. Felt a bit sickened by the crunching. First time using a weapon. First time taking a life. Probably should have been more prepared for this.

Feeling distracted is never good in a fight. Being injured is even worse, even if you're mostly healed. Didn't get moving until it was almost too late, fucked up my ankle again avoiding a head blow. Can't remember what it was, exactly, but it looked plenty hurtful at the time. Keith chose that moment to come barreling out of a side room. Can't say I wasn't happy to see him, but I also can't say that I don't wish he'd come in sooner. Wouldn't be helpless off my feet if he did.

One that almost hit me kicked me in the ribs on his way out. Fucking cowards can't even stick together when it gets tough. Then these weren't the hardcore ones, and I did break his leg after he kicked me.

Me and Keith decided that we had to either uh. . . euthenize them, immobilize them, or turn them into the cops. We decided to immobilize them, since we can always do the other two later, I was injured and a bit queasy at the thought of killing anyone else, and I'm just a little distrusting of the government. You know, not knowing a person means I can't decide whether they're a proxy or not.

I spent almost a whole freaking day looking for them. found them living in a small(ish) warehouse. Smallish corridor to another area, might look through it later, when I can freaking walk again. (Did I mention that no matter how I move, one part of me or another hurts?) Close, but not in the forest near here. The proxy with a broken arm ran towards the forest, they probably have some sort of cabin, house. . . something. Looking into that when I can walk, maybe. Assuming they don't clear out when they see this. They all looked painfully poor, hopefully no internet, or computer. . . Maybe I should send Keith out before they decide to bolt. Anyway. Close, but not in the woods, far enough from most of the town to be hard to find.

She was an Irish red head, green eyes, tall, gaukish, looked about my age. Maybe a year or so older. Cute. Looked like she was used to laughing before she turned. Marks on arm indicating childhood abuse. Probably some jackass of a father. Doesn't look like it continued into adolescence, father left, or was prosecuted. Fucker deserved whatever bad happened to him. She didn't dress insane, or insecure. Probably confident. Never got over her dad, but she moved forward. Going to analyze the a few of the proxies we have locked up tomorrow. Look for similarities. Just a theory. Probably add up to nothing, but you know, might not.

She probably would have been my type if this shit didn't go down. I feel like puking right now.

Killing gets easier, right? Gonna give this over to Keith
-Linux

I went out for groceries. Got em, never got them home. Jackasses grabbed me in the parking lot. It was dark, nobody else saw. I tried counting turns but it was a bit tough. It's not as easy as movies make it look. Woke up later in a dark room, everyone was around me, they were mocking me, laughing, saying that he would come soon. Said that it was their turn to mess with me first. They slapped me a lot, hard. Punched me in the stomache every now and then but they never broke my bones or my skin. They were careful. They gave me water but no food. I heard a scuffle outside, and I decided to try and get out. I fell backwards and smashed the chair until it broke. Asshats tied me to the chair but didn't tie my hands or feet together. One of them heard and ran in to check on me. I punched him on the jaw and he went out like a light. I ran out, tackled one of the "proxies." I saw Linux throw a pipe, hit the other guys kneecap, he fell to the ground screaming. Linux broke out laughing. Dude seriously needs to get better, and then talk to someone that isn't me about this shit. I went back, hogtied the unconscious one and then tied the one with a broken arm to some sort of a machine. Locked two other in two different rooms. One in a supply closet and the other in an office looking room.I'm pretty happy since I managed not to get hit at all. Linux is telling me to get off the computer and to go out and lock up the warehouse with something a bit more formidable.
-Keith

Great

Not even a whole fucking day. First town I was planning on spending more'n a month in. Keith got taken. And I haven't had time to scope the town for places to hide people. I'm going out to find him and clean up or scare away the fucking proxy population around here. He was smart enough to send me a message. Got it less than fifteen minutes ago, and he was in town. He can't be far. I'll let him tell you guys what the hell happens when we get back.

Moving on

Alright. Well, it's been swell, but I don't think that this place has what I'm looking for. I can keep my experiments up in the next town. Someone I used to know tells me that there's an empty  house in a town about a hundred miles north.
Oh, and just for general information, I'm not testing whether or not the symbol protects. Well,  just protects. I'm pretty sure that it has a connection to our minds, although I'll explain that later, and if Carter's right, and the symbol is an ancient name for it, well, then the symbols could very well have some sort of power. If not, well, I guess I'm shit outta luck. I'll have to rework my theories and perspective of it a bit. And I won't be so reluctant to use its name. We should make town by tomorrow. Keith's doing fine, I haven't had much time to talk with him, I've been trying to catch up on sleep, mainly because I don't want to come across an abomination when I'm tired as hell.

Huh. Next town is only six hours away from my home town. Maybe I'll make that our next stop after this town.

It's Keith

Uh. Hey guys. Linux is sleeping right now. I'm supposed to be on guard duty right now, but he said I could post here whenever I want. I saw it (almost wrote it's name. Linux told me not to do that.) about two days ago. I'd heard about it, some of the weird kids at school watched some youtube series or another. Didn't think this would happen ever. I almost called my friend to tell him, Linux sorta got mad. He seems to be really strict about his rules. He hit my phone out of my hand. Literally. Said that the only reason he didn't get rid of his was in case he needed to call one of us for backup, as unlikely as that is. He also said that for a while, we'll be moving. A lot. Supposedly, he wants to find something. Some sort of secret information, "proxy" secrets. Doesn't really help me, haven't read anything on proxies yet. He told me that I really should start looking at some of these blogs. I think that tomorrow is our last day in this town. I think I'll say goodbye to my friends. Linux said that much is fine. Then he got a kindof distant look in his eyes, went off to go to sleep. For now, I'm off. He told me to draw a circle with an x in it on the floor while thinking positive thoughts. Any of you guys know what the hell that's about, he said he'll tell me after he checks to see if he's right.
         -Keith

Just got back

Well. I haven't been sleeping the past few days. Didn't have any traps set up around the new room, not enough time or money. Instead of sleeping, I've been sitting in a chair, watching the door. Last night, the cumulative fatigue hit me. Actually, hit might be too nice a term. It beat me. I dreamt for the first time in a while. I'm expecting that I'll start dreaming a hell of a lot more than I have before, but this dream was more guilt based than it was based on it. I was back home, before I started running. My friend's girlfriend just went missing, and I said that we could look for her. We argued for a bit, I can't remember about what, but he was PISSED. The symbol flashed bright red over my world, and my friend just, he exploded. Blood, gore, everything, it flew everywhere. It being a dream, I wasn't all that freaked out. I was coated in gore, and I felt like shit over allowing my friend to die, but that had already happened, sans gore. Moving on, I started looking for the girl, like I said I would. A forest swallowed up the neighborhood next to the apartment complex she lived in, and I started walking towards it. Everyone I passed looked at me with fear or with revulsion, their eyes screaming at me. They looked like they would have sworn at me under their breath . . . but they had no mouths. Cue me trying to scream, because, well, people without mouths are fucking terrifying to me. Trying, as in, I couldn't. I had a mouth, but I couldn't make a single sound with it. Almost like I was born without vocal chords. That freaked me out at least as much as the mouthless people.
After about thirty minutes of freaking out, I think I broke some potted plants, I decided to move on. I got to the forest, found a cabin and walked in. There was nothing outstanding about it, so I walked out. Only to fall through a hole that led to the basement. Only this time, it looked a bit more torturey. Blood had been splattered on the walls, and a table with straps was sticky yet slick with blood. I ran out. The woods, once natural and normal were now much darker, it was as if the sun had never touched this part of the world, and the trees were much taller. This was where it turned into the other type of dream, the type lots of us are used to having. Being hunted. In the woods. Except, I found a cave, one with a truck driver. And it had a shotgun and a pocket knife in it. I ran out, right into it. The world turned technicolour, and then faded. I woke up what felt like an hour later. On the edge of the forest near the town I've been staying in. Of freaking course. I wandered through town. I knew my way back, but I wanted to make sure that the town was how I remembered it. Real. Back at the hotel, the guy was waiting. His name is Keith, apparently. Kind of a surfer dude. Not too stupid, but certainly not a genius. That's alright. He's older than me, has a little bit of college experience, and he can apparently run really fucking fast. He agreed to help me out on my projects, and said that he might post here every once in a while. He's been in and out of a catatonic state for the past hour or so, it's to be expected, I don't think he expected to be thrown into this shit.
 Unlike Med, I have very little interest in most science. I've always been much more of a soft science and fantasy kind of guy. What that means, is that instead of looking at the science and the why of it, I look at the people involved, look for anything that can't be explained by our science. Speaking of which. Runners and Proxies both, if you're willing to give me a chance to interview you in depth (online of course), I'd be much obliged. It'll just be questions involving who you are, what you were like before things started happening, that sort of deal. Maybe I'll just make a questionaire on my next post, let you guys fill it out, ask some of you more in depth questions.
By the way, in case you didn't realize it from my earlier posts, I'm just outta high school, and just turned 18 three months ago. Yippee.
Last question, am I a bad person for being somewhat happy that I now have someone to take turns sleeping with?

I can walk again! Sort of. . .

Well, the good news is, I can walk slowly now. The bad news is, I think my door man is starting to see it. I told him that if he continues seeing it, first he should ask other people if they see anything, and that if they don't, he should find me wherever I am. Gonna spend the next two or three days in this town. Find an ankle brace while I'm at it. I saw it last night in my dreams. Which is weird, not seeing it, but dreaming. I hardly ever dream. Woke up at bloody three in the morning screaming my head off. The guy ran in asking me if I was alright, if I had seen it. Except he used its common name. If he finds me by next Monday, I'll bother learning his name, and I'll start teaching him. If not, well, I can't stick around all that long, not safe to stay in a hotel. I hit the dangerous mark a couple days ago, just getting further in the longer I stay here. Think I'm gonna limp over to the other hotel in this town. I should probably also familiarize myself with the surroundings. Never a good idea to run blind when you can have that one advantage. I'll post again by Monday, and I'll start my experiment then as well. Farewell for now.