HEEHEEEEHEEEEEEEhehehehehe

One two three four,
Which of you will open the door?
Five six seven eight,
This door I've come to hate.

Eight among you stand
fast and bound
to your precious morals
but without a land
to call your own,
You're doomed
I'm sure you've found.

Batman said it best
We either die a hero
Or turn out like the rest.

Zeke, M, and Sages of old,
All gone, our tutors dead.
And yet, we make no dent
Still they walk, the Red
And the beasts,
and the fears that lead them.

The Faceless, the Beast,
The Angel, and the FEAST,
The Lonely, and the Height,
The City, and the Right,
The Forgotten, and the Unknown.

Each with their Army,
And us ants before them.
This is why we run
home to our mommy
and to our daddy

But who protects us now?
Who will keep us from the night?
From the demons
We must fight?
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I'm still Alive by the way. A little less than More. No longer in control. Not for more than ONce in a while. Just checking in on y'all. Making Sure you're all alive. Still Treating each othER with respect i hope. I'll read each thiNg in due tiME.
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I'm sorry. Linux is being blatantly obvious. I suppose I should give him somewhat more time.
That first draft is quite out of date by now. I suspect that several of the eight have already been broken, killed, or lost. It shall remain the same in that aspect nevertheless.

Clean Slate BULLSHIT

So. I'm back. Clearly. . . That whole idea of getting out is kinda bullshit. Until we kill everything that runs this shit. And that is a long ways off. Probably never. Probably. . .
I've learned a fair amount. Not enough, never enough. But I also had to kill my friend. My best friend, and my first girlfriend. The second time for the first. That kinda sucked ass. Story for another time.
I found a computer at the end of our times. It still runs off of a backup generator in the base I found. Abandoned in this world happily enough. Can't even get in conventionally without blowing some shit up. Thinking about Pathproofing it when I can take the time. So the deal with time travel. I can only be at one time along one major path once. I can kinda cheat it, but not well. So I've basically been on that computer as much as possible. Looking. Finding targets. New targets. New people to save. Hating the fact that the information isn't more complete.
Found more like me. Shifters. Convenient enough as a name. Couple of them work with the three faced man, most of them don't. Similar to runners. We assume that our existence works in his favor in some way. It just works for our interests as well. Taught me to time shift. It's. . . well it's interesting. I can't interfere with my own life. Can't touch people that I know too.
I'll post again when I can remember.

Fight.

Sean. Any other shifters out there. It's today. The old man's prodigy will kill you. He's coming for us all. You, me, Jack's already dead. Can't run. Nowhere to run to. We fight. Meet up in line 2437. We organize and set up from there. Bring anything and everything. Tell anyone that you ever loved goodbye, and tell any other shifters you see. I'm posting across the lines. See you when I finish. You have thirty linear minutes before He can get to us.

Good luck

Farewell

I think I'm done with it all. I'm trying to get to that reality. The one I was laughing in. The one where my old friends are still alive, and they don't hate me for ruining their lives. Where I don't hate me for ending them. Where I can forget about killing so many people. About failing to save others. May or may not succeed. Just felt y'all deserved an explanation for why I disappear. Since Lovett's out this is the best time. See y'all later. Well hopefully not, but have good luck despite everything. Kill Artsyom. He's a psychopath obsessed with getting Sanna's love. Don't let Carter do whatever he's doing. Kill kelly before he transcends if you can. Don't kill yourself doing it. Don't die. Bye hopefully.

The Escape

I can actually type now. Slowly, but it's a start. Maybe I'll try shooting later. Anyways. The escape.

They knocked me out while I was in my cell and took me into an armored car sort of situation. It was also made of that fucking material. They talked to me the whole time I was in there. About how I'd agree with them more, since I already understood them. Understanding just meant that they seemed all the more monstrous. But They didn't knock me out when they got to the place. It was a sort of grove in the middle of nowhere. They tried to always have one of there's on me, something to watch me in case I shifted. They did, but my will was stronger. I pulled whichever asshat had me, and whirled him around and strangled him with the chain of the handcuffs. Or I tried to, but then reinforcements came. Another shift with choky. Got the key from his pocket while he recovered. Took off the cuffs and finished what needed to be done. Shifted both of us back to here. Aaaand then a blow to the back of my head. Aaaand number one was gripping both my arms. And he's strong,m both in will and in body.

"You know what Number eight? He was weak. If he can't stand his own against you, then he didn't deserve to be among us. It would have been nice if you hadn't killed him, but you'll be his replacement. Now lets go meet our master." And then he started steering me. Right towards the trees.

Something smallish, cylindrical in nature, and grey rolled out of somewhere never did see where exactly but it was a smoke grenade. The nameless were surprised as all hell. Bullet tore right through number one's shoulder, and I broke loose. Punched him in the jaw to keep him down just in case. One was looking to tackle my savior- Lovett, and take him somewhere. Intercepted the jackass and Lovett finished him while I was getting up. And then I froze. I saw him. The old man. Seeing him made me jump around. The worlds I'd never seen. Fire and flames and death. More death. Me, walking menacingly towards me, smiling that evil smile. Thousands of snakes, faceless people as far as the eye could see of all different ages, facing me. A planetwide library, a world torn apart by war, this one nuclear and not fear based. (Lovett claims the radiation is superficial) A world where Sanna stood atop bodies, another with Kelevera walking towards me, trying to save me. Why the fuck he would want to save me, I have no clue. I saw a couple other things, but they might be risky to share.
One where I was sitting laughing with my friends. Having a picnic. Laughing. Smiling. Jesus. There's a reality where that could have been.
He left. Lovett claims he only saw an old man for a second or so, but it felt like a minute in each reality. He does have power over time I guess.
Lovett cleaned up the last guy and the rest scattered. I passed out, and he took me to where I am now.
I'm gonna go sleep now everybody. Talk to y'all later.

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.