Wednesday, 29 February 2012


Well it seems manic has vanished he went home last night to get a few things as he has been in the same set of clothes for awhile, and needed to get some information about some larvae thin, I don't know. But he's gone and I can't find a note, can't find any struggle, maybe he, no that's improbable.

so now I am filling a blogging missing persons report, if you see a dude with blue eyes, dark brown, about 6 ft tall, relatively lanky, clutching a notebook with the numbers 243 into it, let me know, please, who else will believe me, he hasn't officially existed for years, it's unlike manic to do this, something must be wrong, Aoife's asking for him, she must not be fully independent yet, she needs an anchor.

Please I may have ranted at you before but Manic is missing Please help us find him, Aoife needs him,

I need him


Tuesday, 28 February 2012



DON'T LAUGH AT ME! No that's not me go away, please Ijust want to be left alone, leave me alone, I've done what you asked, no more, no more............!  WHAT!! NO I WILL NOT DO IT YOU WILL FALL I WILL MAKE YOU FALL AND YOU KNOW I HAVE A FIGHTING CHANCE, YOU'VE BROKEN ME MANY TIMES BUT NOW! NOW YOU'RE MINE! No stop it, ow the pain, no I'm not worthless my mammy loved me, my daddy to, and Sirus, no they weren't bad people, stop telling lies, Mammy the bad man is telling lies about yo make him stop, make him stop, Mammy? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

KILL ME, KILL ME, IT'S ALL I DESERVE, KILL ME! KILL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

help me

Monday, 27 February 2012

Collaboration: Gargoyle and Manic Muse

I'm bored and I need something relevant to write or I'll kill another hobo.
All credit for this goes  to Gargoyle, I am merely helping him by varying it in slight ways to see if it could be other factors affecting his results.

Subject: PRE 01, you know where to find the full profiles and P01's

Participants: The Gargoyle, Manic Muse

Proposition: To see the effect of wearing disguises has an effect on PRE 01 or confuses its servants sufficiently enough to make them non lethal.

Method: Personally I am dressing up as the PRE 01 himself, reference Ted from dreams in darkness, whilst Gargoyle has his own disguise, Go out for a few days, in disguise and see if we encounter any unusually low or increased activity. My disguise has more of a chance of getting me killed however if past experiences are anything to go by.

My Hypothesis ( gargoyle can make his own): increased activity, PRE 01 possibly mistaking me for another //it// and proxies thinking i'm their master, or the smart ones kill me for imitating him.

Null Hypothesis: nothing happens out of the ordinary, little if no activity shown by either subjects.

Risk: Death, by evisceration, or other imaginative means, mind fracture due to PRE 01 probing mind,  think of it and it's a probable outcome.

Do one for Gargoyle: death by stab wound possible, other forms of danger are inherent in being a runner.

Risk level: Manic Muse: High, Gargoyle: medium to low

Holding on,
Manic Muse

Sunday, 26 February 2012


Today's just a treat 2 posts in a day,
I may have killed a homeless person, *guilty look of child* I didn't mean to kill him I was just sitting around just letting my mind' walk' free, then it came into contact with his mind, I saw everything, his hopes his dreams his life, he was a bad person who had fallen on worse times, He was a murderer, he killed people 3 men, 6 woman and a child, and he wasn't sorry! His mind was so fixated on boo hoo I'm so unlucky, that I just implanted an idea simple in its design, I brought back to him all the people he had killed, made him relive every second of it made him happy, for a while, then I put the thought in his head, "do it, just do it, if the police pick you up you're as good as dead anyway, just jump in the river with a noose with a weight on it round your neck, confess it all and you may be saved". Galent lying on my part I must say, needless to say he started having feelings of guilt and paranoia I usually associate to fuck face, he spent half an hour wandering jumping at every siren until he came to water, the irresistible urge nagging at the back of his mind those two words "do it", Bastard never stood a chance he found a broken bollard and a length of rope two things not hard to find in London. He wrote his note confessing everything he had done, then I changed my mind I wasn't going to drown him, I got him to walk to where I am now, have him tie the rope to the highest limb he could reach on the tree, he didn't even see me, I gave him the last push, hehehe, unfortunately his neck didn't snap so he suffocated but due to his fidgeting about he broke the rope.

So I had a better Idea I gave him a gun and sent him to a police station he walked up to the person at the window, he put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. dead murderer. I saw our eldritch friend after that I've never seen him, so.., so, Amused.

I regret nothing, he deserved it

Manic Muse

And I feel great


Can I go a day without posting on this blog and spamming the 5 people that follow me? Apparently not, Aoife woke up at 3:35 am GMT, needless to say I wasn't exactly enthusiastic to talk but I did and explained some things to her, after asking questions of course.
And as I am not in the best place to write up others stories I'm just going to let her write it herself, so over to Aoife the ex-numb,

Ummm, Hello, it's a bit strange I thought it was december, I thought I was in Ireland and I thought I got raped, my mind definitely feels that way.
Manic, weird name for a weird guy, asked to write what I remember lately, I remember something but I'm not sure if it's a dream or not, I remember screaming, blood, so much blood, I remember seeing beating hearts, I remember feeling nothing, nothing at all, it goes on like that for awhile. Then it comes, to I guess the present, the first thing I remember is feeling, the first feeling in awhile, a cool safe presence, it was different to the dark hateful one I guess I was hiding from. I started seeking the source of this presence, but it brought me close to the other presence, the bad one, the evil one, but I had to find it. It brought me to my senses I woke up, the first time in a long time, the first thing I noticed with my eyes were another pair, blue, clear, safe, strong, warm blue. Then I saw pain in them as he battled with the dark thing, he was with another guy saying strange things in a strange tongue, with the same look of concentration, and I started to feel the presence receding but the two men looked in pain, I tried to help them  but the presence  always pushed me back down when I rose up all I could do was watch and hang on to something, an anchor, so I held onto the safest thing I saw the eyes clear blue eyes, eyes that pierce the soul but warm, like they've seen a thousand sunsets and are sets to see thousands more.

Then I felt something in the dark mass change the two guys were probably too busy to notice but the fiend came up with a plan, it emitted this malevolent happiness, and it spoke to me, it hurt to listen but it made me, it said " heheh, go little pet have your 'freedom' I shall have you again soon enough and these man shall be mine as well, their wills will break, their hearts will cease and their souls shall be mine". And it left, the two men dropped and I fell unconscious, that leads us here to today, the mans, Manics eyes aren't the same though, they're sad, empty, this isn't the same man that save me I know it, what has he lost since that day to change him.

I'm tired I hav to sleep now, but what if the monster gets me, Ben, Ben?! Where are you, BEN?!?!!?

She's out again she'll be awake later don't worry

Manic Muse

Saturday, 25 February 2012

Johnny's good bye

I found this in a notebook I gave Johnny for drawing in, they were good, the note was like many we recognize,

Hi, *omitted*,  I like that name more than manic, if you read this then the strange man has taken me, I am sorry you always look so sad, I didn't want to make it worse, so I'm writing you this letter to say goodbye.
It's not your fault you are nice, you made me feel like part of a family, a real one, I@m sorry I've gone, but I'll say hi to your friend when I get to heaven, and let her know you still think about her.
Ow my head hurts, and I don't know why, *omitted*, stop the pain, let him take me he'll hurt you if you don't. It's not your fault, I'm leaving when you send me away, you are to nice, I can't let the strange man hurt you, I see him now, *omitted* why does he have no face? Is it a mask? Why does he see me without eyes, *omitted*? He want's to give me a hug he feels safe and peaceful, but not like you *Omitted*, I hope I can stay with you, even though you and Tom fight, you are nice.

Good bye *omitted*,
I hope I could help,
Johnny Mcilroy age 8

That is all, I see, Rest in peace, if there is a heaven you won't be seeing me there ever, Goodbye Johnny I won't forget you.

Manic Muse

Friday, 24 February 2012


Must keep working, must, must help.

Experiment 1.0 results (2)

Rubiks cube: showed some confusion over concept, with little success as he probably tries to make the collective knowledge he has into one cohesive theory of it's completion.

Toddlers toy: successful able to put a different shaped block into it's complementary hole.

puzzle box with operator symbol inside: intelligence causes an ability to either find who knew how to open it or used own ingenuity. When opened he was surprised and fled as the intention I had when drawing with it was negative towards PRE 01, reaffirms evidence that operator symbols can affect PRE 01 depending on the intention the individual has when drawing it.

Face to Face chess match: one with me White, and one Black, showed incredible intelligence, didn't invade my mind to get my tactic, didn't understand concept of sacrifice, meaning improvisation and sacrifice led to a draw.

Extra: feel free to comment in the backlog of posts if you think I have got anything wrong, I need work to do, must work. I'm sorry I can't save anyone, I truly am, sorry, sorry so....., bumbling Idiot,...rry, but I must keep looking I promised, I promised her, promised, Tom promised, he said it would work, I must keep working must keep looking must keep living, sorry, promised. Why?
hehe, why? WHY? Such a fundamental question even Toddlers understand it's infinite regress, Why must we be the ones to suffer, Why must we shoulder the burden of stopping the world burn? Why?, WHY?!?!?

WHY must we be left alone!? WHY are WE denied love!?

sorry, I failed, I promised and I failed, promised, sorry, I promised her.

Oh No look at the state he's in, why Does he keep this thing up it's useless, 5 people, listen to what he says and I doubt if the numbers that high. I may try to persuade him to delete it, it'd be better for him, for both of us.


Thursday, 23 February 2012


horizontal spaceOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

-Edgar Allen Poe

Wednesday, 22 February 2012


Tom here,
Manic doesn't feel like posting, and he's trying to dissuade me from posting but if anyone reads this you should know certain things, Johnny died today at 6:54 pm GMT, from a combination of blunt force trauma and blood loss, despite what hope Manic held, Johnny was never going to pull through, it's just another one to add to the pile that seems to build up around him, it's not fair he tries so hard yet they always seem to die, he must have a number that rivals some proxies. But those are stories for another time, Manic has shut down, he's not asleep but neither is he awake, he's just numb, blank, he must of thought he could truly save this one, but this is just his virtual gravestone, his memoir, his legacy, no one on here really cares,  it's just shouting at a brick wall.
Neither I nor him expect you people to show sympathy to some one you barely know, but this is to stand as a testament, a tale to passerby's who shall never know us, our names, that we, that Manic, that we tried, we didn't go quietly into the night, we fought the good fight, and ultimately even if we don't win over the Slender Man, we will have won in keeping our souls. As we are men, we are human, and we, we are free to live and love and die, Manic used to believe this, something killed that belief, it's a pity Manic made me the man I am today, he's a good friend, and I know this isn't the last one he'll try to save, he's a tortured man who's led a tortured life, he may seem crass or pretentious that's only because tormented men with tormented lives have little use for talking, Manic said I was always more eloquent, I've pulled him up by words alone, so don't judge him too harshly on the basis of his words alone, for he is a point of light in the darkness a single candle that shines hope out from itself, trust the man that would save the world even if he can't.

So remember,
Keep your Faith, Fight the Good fight, And never Give and Inch without making them bleed for it
The product of a tormented man

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Morality and Gravestones

This is where it has come to.
Me talking about morality, even I didn't really expect this.

Johnny just got rolled into the hospital, he's pretty banged up, I'm never getting out of this place am I, ever.
Leading me to my post, I know the proxies and the psychopaths the maniacs, the sheer mentally unstable on both sides, but who, who would attack a child whilst it's asleep, this has done nothing wrong but fall into the worst circumstances. The thing is you proxies expect to wake up with a knife to your throat or in your back, but this child, I don't care how you found him he was suppose to be safe, the person who was protecting him is dead, I barely recognized them. But you can't attack a child whilst they sleep, at least give them a chance to run, thank what ever god exists for nosy neighbors that heard  the racket and manic laughter, and called the authorities.

Anyway, I don't know where this post is going it's more stream of thought than my other ones, .....Marx once said that 'religion was the opiate of the people', I guess this is true for alot of the proxies, the recently late screwtape, and any number of proxy, who treat Eldy as a God, as they have nothing else to believe in, not even themselves. So they lose their humanity to feel like part of a much larger whole to belong, heck we know it doesn't exist on the 'good' side, as they are paranoid of everyone, and are more close knit than a grannies jumper. Neither side are inherently 'good' or 'evil' there is no external standard by which we can judge what any of us do every thing is acceptable, permitted, allowable, but I would expect even a proxy not to kill a sleeping child, he may not pull through for fucks sake.

Every day after the threats on those I care about start I feel less and less human the muse gives was to the monster, but it is always that way I guess, hate begets hate, and the road to hell is paved with the best intentions, and the God that controls us in his sadistic game knows I've got an express ticket.

Hey Tom here, D... Manic has broken down in what seems to be tears and he's laughing this is not a good sign, He's told you how we met when I was like 6 so I've known Manic longer than anyone even the Slender Man, and I know him a damn sight better.

L....Manic has always had problems holding what little humanity he has left together, he past is so red with the blood of those that have threatened me, anyone he cared about, especially Kat, I still have nightmares about that day, days, week, I forget how long it lasted, I've never seen him like that, his eyes they were dead blue eyes usually so safe and warm like a summers sky or warm sea, so cold it could give your soul frostbite.
I'm surprised I've lived to tell the tale, Manics fondness for life of others to be preserved is so strong as he has taken enough of it, seen it run away, half those note books have pages covered in blood about experiments so terrible that no one should have to suffer them, not even the likes of Zero Song (yes I've had to read this stuff to stay up to date). Do you know how long it takes people to die from being encased in a box with a million needles that don't quite go in deep enough to hurt anything vital, but to cause a continuous flow of blood from the holes, I do, I assisted, I laughed all in the name of revenge, retribution few if any of them deserved. That was why me and L.... Manic split we were both losing ourselves, I don't know what happened to him, but I know he's back for now, but that laugh I haven't heard in years, still chills me to the bone. Manic is far more dangerous than he likes to admit. Also he's mentioned his mind rape power, He has destroyed someones identity, left them less than drooling this person acted like someone who is in the early stages of being a camper, half the reason I came back make sure he didn't kill too many people.

Be careful is all I'm saying

Tom worries to much or to little I can never tell, haaaa, I think it's time to wake up our little proxy friend get some information she may be numb but her mind must know somethign and thats what I'm interested in, hehehhe, it's not like she's using it, and her pain may put mine to end...................................................#

What okay so I went abit there, ow, my head but Tom does worry to much, I'm not that person anymore, I hope. I'm tired I haven't slept for three days, between looking after Aoife, Tom and Now Johnny I have no time to sleep, it's not the slender man thats gunna kill me it's the sleep deprivation.

(sorry for the long post I can't be bothered to proof read, or condense, I'm gunna sleep and stay away from this place for awhile)

To everyone
Stay Safe Stay Sharp and Stay Alive
Manic Muse
(and little old me, mwhehehhe)

Sunday, 19 February 2012


I have not yet started my first experiment based on gargoyles notes due to the materials not being available, and I'm locked in a hospital looking after someone with narcolepsy and some girl who refuses to wake up. I'm So BORED, If I was an insane I'd go on a killing spree, but I'm not, so I'm bored. So to pass the time I'll talk about some blogs I've read recently the most interesting I've read, gallows tree, I know Gallows and Graves have no interest in preserving human life, (I can imagine the sarcastic gasp of surprise from those who read this), but they are truly interesting individuals, gallows was confined to one city, town, whatever for his entire life as I've some to understand it, also Graves is a numb who can dictate thought separate to, must serve master, to masters glory, etc, etc und etc. If only I could get close and get their stories without being gored or just killed. Also as they interest me I want to play with them, like any child would, I have an experiment coming up that requires a proxy, what do you say gallows are you game ;), unfortunately all the funny as f*#k stuff is spread amongst other blogs such as the Shady Lady's 'first Blog' and Dia's 'Be wary of', and some others.

Now I hear you ask why would someone like me be interested in these two individuals, why not gain an interest in Zero Song, or the Advocate, the simple answer is these people are dull, the advocate is merely a sadist with a paycheck, Zero Song merely a maniac with a knife or two. 
They hold no fun for me and their killing don't even make me laugh, Gallows has appeal as I view him a bit like my 'antithesis' my polar negative the ying to my yang, the snails to puppy dog tails, wait? Scratch the last one, regardless he is like me but my opposite, he is mad, I am mad but merely control it while he just let his run wild. He has complete disregard for any life even his own, whilst I don't care if I die but do if others die, I have my own 'minion' who has autonomy but is relatively loyal to me. he's a proxy, of sorts, and I'm not, and we both have warped senses of humors.  It's like we could be twins that look almost completely different, * shifty look*, I don't know wuy I'm rambling must be the pain medication.

OHOh, There's also this guy called soulpatched I grew quite attached to, but he hasn't posted for 2 weeks whilst previously he posted everyday, and as this was after getting attacked I fear the worst for him but yeah watcha gunna do. Nathan has left to travel the wide world of wonder I offered a place to stay if he was ever in london but who knows if he'll accept. And I need to do something fuck it I'm gonna do the first experiment now  it must be at my house by now. I'll post my usual speal about the hypothesis, etc, etc after I come back it's all down in the notebooks.

So to all those out there 
Stay Safe, Stay Sharp and Stay Alive
From your bared as hell
Manic Muse

Saturday, 18 February 2012

AH, relief

Tom's awake so he could keep an eye on Aoife whilst I went out, so for the first time in a week -ish I've had a shower I never felt so happy and relaxed, I was also able to get one of my notebooks, my temporary one is already filled up. Ah, there's the last one, why would it be opened on that page? was it the doctor? was he an oath breaker? nah, it must have just fallen open to that page, it's no use to them anyway they don't have the other information, and why would the plague doctor be interested in me, fears don't usually interfere with other fears 'prey'.

Anyway, Tom seems to have developed some form of narcolepsy, the doctors say it may be due to his coma, that his body isn't ready to be awake for long periods yet, hope he gets better soon I need him for experiments and such. Aoife is still asleep and shows no signs of getting better, maybe I need to delve into her mind and see where the remnant of her 'self' lurks and cox it out of its shell, then I can get a proper report from her, Tom doesn't have anything extra to add so I won't be adding his account to this.

Also some of you are aware that gargoyle with his new found freedom has decided to start do some experiments of his own, and we have agreed to collaborate with each other over some, after all I hate being caged in this bloody hospital I need to get out and make some mayhem. I will commence my version of Gargoyles first experiment soon, so keep an eye out.

To all those out there
Stay Safe, Stay Sharp and Stay Alive
Manic Muse

TBP: Look at us Michael getting back into research, the gargoyle doing experiments and me doing experiments, were like a little band of scientist doesn't it bring a tear to your eye, not really but it's a hopeful start.

Thursday, 16 February 2012

food for thought

Hello blogosphere, I have been gone for 4 days, roughly, and some of you may not care but I feel like I've been slacking off, and frankly I'm bored.
So it's time for another thought experiment post, hopefully without too many tangents, I may go on for the soul line of thought.

Do you remember when there was belief that instead of going to some heaven type place after they died those that got killed by Slendy would instead be taken and held within him or some denomination of this thought. This isn't as implausible as you may think, as the soul like everything in the universe is made out of energy condensed  into one form or another. And Slendy requires energy to live, this can tie in to my belief he feeds off the stealing of someones identity, as the soul is the pure identity of a person, so he decides between the slow leech of waiting and wearing them down or the quick death stealing the identity right there and then, may explain why Slendy may exhibit some hive mind inclinations, whilst maintaining an autonomous nature.

This leads to the question how long they last as being part of the Slender Man? This I don't know it was suppose to be experiment 3 as I didn't expect 2 to work so I'd have a body going empty that could be filled with another soul but my notes were stolen and experiment 2 succeeded, although neither of them are awake yet, though they are alive. More repetitions of 2 need to be undertaken to improve mental strength and stability or more minds to spread the weight more evenly so 1 person doesn't take on the Slender Man, but that is for another time and another post.

But yes, the soul is a type of energy, as is love, my post on valentines day was suppose to be poignant about the power of love and such, as the Slender Man seems curious and confused about the thought of love  and sacrifice in this sense we are eldritch to him as he cannot comprehend true human affection and sacrifice, or maybe he has evolved since I last reviewed these notes but I think the possibility that it is an advantage still stands, as he knows taking our loved ones from us can hurt us more than anything he can do, but he doesn't get sacrifice. sacrifice. sacrifice. love. salvation?

Sorry phased out there in the interest of accuracy I'm not going to delete any 'mistakes' I make in my posts, as therefore I can monitor my stability mentally. And some of these 'forces','energies' transcend the barriers between universe as dimensional bleeding seems to be and important 'side effect' of the PRE's for us as we can unite if we truly live in different universes( this is pure postulation here I'm not inferring anything) , but it could.

Part of why I encourage universal 'love' for fellow autonomous creatures.
 Well lets see I covered dimensional bleeding, the ineffability of the human soul, love I say thats covered everything important thats happened in the blogosphere recently. I'll rest for now, I still need to catch up with what happened to Johnny. MaYbe He's dead?, Maybe not?, Or ProbaBly?, Or Shut YouR Face? As it would be unfortunate if he was to go missing after this sort of success, anyway I'm going to sneak a beer into the hospital incase Tom wakes up, and if he doesn't today just means more for me.

As always me beautiful darlings,
Stay Safe, Stay Sharp and Stay Alive
Manic Muse

TBP: Um, just read over making sure I covered alot of the stuff and yeah I thought that was weird too.

Wednesday, 15 February 2012

He lives!! Sort of

Well, I woke up last night to find out that I have been unconscious for like 4 days or 3, I can't remember my head hurts.
Well lets see what I missed, Morningstar mk-II is dead can't say I'm particularly sad over that but a death is a death may he finally chill the fuck out. Nathan tried and failed to save Ella, bad luck dude, and I missed valentines day ah I had a post prepared and everything.
# OW, my head really hurts, oh context yes context is good yes the experiment sorta worked, she's alive but her and Tom are still unconscious, so I can't gather any information from them just now. And I am currently in a hospital which I am abit anxious about, I may like my free health care but I don't like staying in hospitals longer than I have to their so clean yet rife with infection. Yh  WE were brought here by the doctor dude who was there for safety reasons I'm still surprised he was able to pass off what we were doing to the authorities as not a  rape, cause to be honest it did look like that.
Notebook pages are still missing, I can't prepare for experiment, meh, doesn't matter to me anyway.

I woke up at like midnight, and they kept me from posting for my own sake and I've been discharged as they have bigger things to worry about than a guy thats sorta been in a coma for 4 days. ahhhhh, my legs, ramblings and tangents they are awesome, I have to wait here for Tom and the girl to wake up I need information.

Okay, I should give you a proper run down of events, basically I have an ability that isn't exactly normal, I can stretch forth my consciousness and 'read', but really invade, other peoples minds. That's how me and Tom met I was kidnapped after making a spoon sort of levitate, Powers of the mind fool. Yh I was going to be sacrificed to the all powerful dickless wonder Slendy, but as you guessed I escaped, or did I O.o.

hehehh, sorry Mans is sorta drugged out, they gave me some pills for the pain in my arm, yay. Yes story facts, huhu, this means I went into her mind and found the last vestiges of 'her' those familiar with the presence of the TDF's mind it's very oppresive, it was complex many spells that resemble exorcisms, I likes that film it was funny ahhh, back to story time with Father Manny, yes me and Tom were using what we could to lift the 'passive' weight of Slendy for a while it was so much effort. but we succeeded, in the end.

Oh and her names Aoife I knew she was Irish, yep I'm alive, Tom and Aoife are sleeping and Johnny... oh shit...

Yeah  Stay SAfe, Stay Sharp and Stay Alive
Manic muse
TBP: I love being in  a different Time zone to you I can put this Up and piss the rest of the day away.

Saturday, 11 February 2012

Experiment 2.0 begins

It was suppose to start at 09:00 GMT, but Tom woke up late and We've spent alot of time laughing at the traffic lights.
But yeah now it starts.

Friday, 10 February 2012

Experiment 2.0 (Update)

Experiment 2.0 (refer to previous post for information)

Experiment will take place 09:00 Hrs, due to nature of experiment a medical doctor shall be brought in to be on hand if specimen shows signs of a myocardial infarction. Or other complications arise, his status with PRE 01 is still at the level where he is relatively ignorant only given enough information for now.

Johnny shall be kept in a safe location whilst the experiment is taking place, therefore Tom and I will be able to work unencumbered.

It is unlikely I die but if I don't post within 2 days assume the worst, at least I tried to help.

To all Proxies numbed and runners

Stay Safe, Stay Sharp and Stay Alive

Manic Muse

Thursday, 9 February 2012

Experiment 1.0, Results part 1

I will begin with the first few chess games we had, Initially his game was sporadic so I won a few games he was a sour loser and knocked me about a bit. I'm not sure whether this was due to him not knowing the rules, or his hive mind not being able to come up with a cohesive strategy.
So like any good scientist I repeated, this time I gave him the rules of the game to analyse. The next game was better but still sporadic this leads me to believe at this point he isn't a hive mind, or he maybe but it is reserved only for communication with the low intelligence numb.
A third game revealed a drastic improvement in his game, but he still didn't win, he seems to not get the idea of sacrifice, which is a purely human idea, he probably viewed the pieces as an extension of himself so wouldn't want to lose them willingly, Again taking from the idea that he had a hive mind.
The fourth game, Marked improvement He has probably learnt how I play Chess I try to improvise and be sporadic to throw my opponent of guard but I must have a pattern somewhere as he predicted my moves an I lost he still didn't seem to show an understanding of the concept of sacrifice. Such as when I'd sacrifice a piece to gain a better position he would tilt his head in curiosity.
So This leads me to believe he is sentient as he has all the characteristics of curiosity beyond natural bounds, the ability to reason, as I'll show in a later post, so From chess I am led to believe PRE 01 isn't a hive mind driven by instinct, but is actually an autonomous and sentient being (although you probably already knew this).

part 2 out soon-ish, related to puzzles ie Rubik's cubes.

That's all from me for today

To all those that read this
Stay Safe, Stay Sharp and Stay Alive
Manic Muse

TBP: The Numb seems to have calmed down and has stopped yapping on and on about her master maybe I don't need the process to sever the connection after all..... anyway now this really is all.


Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Catch Of The Day

Well I have a specimen for my experiment, I will now regale you with the tale of my cunning and devious plan and how it unfolded.

So to take out any variables that could hinder the plan I sent Tom and Johnny out to do whatever, and I set my plan into action, This was completely dependent on a numb actually keeping a tab on me and wanting to take me out.

I did everything to make 'me' a prime target, and I was counting on the relatively low IQ of the numb to work in my advantage. I left my doors and windows open and made a big scene about Tom and Johnny leaving showing I was alone and 'drunk'. Anyone could see this was a trap the only problem was I had to wait in the cold as London isn't exactly warm right now. Anyway I made one entrance particularly tempting by certain methods, it took 3 hours, 3!!!!!! Before the damned Numb walked through the door so I could bonk them on the head and bind them, then I sealed up my house and continued to test the health, both mental and physical, of the specimen, and started to prepare the area which would be used.

Specimen Description:
Gender: Female
Height: 5" 7'
Weight: 59 kg, (or roughly 130 lbs for the American readers)
Ethnicity: Seems Irish, or at least European.
Age:  17-20 (approx.)
Status: Healthy, seems to exhibit the generic babbling about their 'master' killing me, it all faded into one after awhile. So I assume she is moderately to deeply in His control.
Description: Purely Aesthetics, no visible scars, I mean none, brown hair, dyed green in a short punk spikes, blue/green eyes, equal ample proportions, (or as Tom put it Double Damns). All in all an attractive, healthy female.

Experiment will be conducted in the next week.
To all
Stay Safe, Stay Sharp and Stay Alive
Manic Muse

TBP: To bad me and this ;individual' had to meet under such circumstances, oh well maybe if I save her I shall advance. (hey being followed by an Eldritch being isn't conducive to partner finding)

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Snow :) your never to old

Well it finally snowed in London YAY was out with Johnny and Tom (he got here in a veritable snowstorm last night) throwing snowballs and that shit, I've noticed my blog hasn't exactly been hacked but my notebook is back with a few pages missing. Thats about all this post is about, my identity crisis can be postponed for Johnny, My God I'm sounding like a responsible adult, yuck I feel unclean, this empathy thng is really annoying.


Pretty Girl, the nerve, I am a woman,
     Chauvinist pig, didn't even bother logging out of this thing, I'm here to tell you I have his notebook I'm neither good guy nor bad guy. This book wasn't even interesting apart from some soul transplant thing I'm gonna take that for my self, never know when stuff likes this can come in handy for blackmail, or 'other' situations, oh that little kid is finally gone, I think, it's why I was able to get in so easily and This muse guy always had it logged of with the kid here.
Your probably wondering who I am and what my intentions are well unlike this guy I'm not so loose lipped, all I'll tell you is that, that guy can't run for shit I had to carry him to his home (he really puts everything in his notebooks) and as I liked the look of him I made him breakfast, but he really is just a loon, so I would agree with this SS guy, besides he seems more fun.

later masterbaters
PG (I'll need to my own moniker soon)

Saturday, 4 February 2012

Experiment 2.0

subject (as categorized broadly, by the  archive): P01, other names, the numb, the hallowed, the husks, Cannon Fodder.
Strengths: Hive activity has apparently been shown, high pain tolerance, induces empathy or sympathy from its target, no morality.
Weaknesses: Relatively low average intelligence, can't improvise, Unstable (can and will kill anyone, refer Eddie from Don't Shoot messenger for tales of such), Can be Childish.
Characteristics: Like any human being, except they usually wear masks( refer to previous work to see theory why), usually wield knife of some denomination, babble or talk only of master.
Resources: Themselves, their knife, maybe hive mind.
Intentions: None, Gain Freedom/autonomy?
Targets: Prey or Enemies of PRE 01.

Experiment: To see if I can sever link from PRE 01 and servant , whilst trying to maintain original personality or just keeping them alive.

Hypothesis: Truly. I believe the numb once severed from contact with PRE 01 will either break down and become completely insane, or their consciousness can't survive without crutch of PRE 01.

Null Hypothesis: They are separated from PRE 01, They regain  majority or total autonomy, everyone lives happily ever after and bunnies come out of my Arse. ( sorry  I just have little hope for this theory otherwise someone else would have discovered it and we wouldn't have to kill the numb)

Additional information: Risk: relatively low, Death by stab wound, possible home invasion by PRE 01 for messing with one of his servants. possible but unlikely mind fracture (split personalities).
      Friend being brought in to help with experiment, Name: Tom, Age: 19, Gender: Male, Specialty: The Occult/ Magic that sort of thing. Was forced into cult at 6 so over a decade of magical experience, he has more books than me and there all about magic.

Experiment 1 is coming to a close, information has been gathered, it is currently being sorted through, and condensed into a few easily readable posts.

I have to get rid of this empathy all its done has got me harmed and looking at my notebook my mind appears to be cracking under the strain, and with Johnny here he doesn't seem to show up, I find it odd, but it isn't conducive to experiments that require PRE 01. Hopefully my next experiment will scare him back to his actual Home.
In interest of continuation of the species and subjugation of PRE 01
Stay Safe, Stay Sharp and Stay Alive
TBP: I've seen someone sneaking in the bushes behind in front of my house, I have a subject, may also be useful for experiment 3 just need notebook  #165, it is one of the more important ones, not just because of the experiment. I fell uncomfortable leaving these posts so short I just don't want to tell you about my life but helping the child, writing this blog to 'help' people, I have 4 followers I'm not helping anyone, is making me care and I fell compelled to give you explanations, Ah I'm rambling but I shall take a holiday, this time I mean it, from posting and blogger to allow for mental recovery.

Friday, 3 February 2012

Another daydream

Ah, ow, my head hurts and my body hurts, and that little bugger had latched on my leg so I can't do anything, I can't even go for a piss, I hate him.
Oh well let's continue with work whilst he's asleep, another thought came to mind to me in regards to PRE 01, I've seen referenced somewhere that he is a fear, the fear of the unknown. I believe this not to be the case, a I don't fear the unknown if anything it excites me, yet despite outwards appearance I am scared of PRE 01.
This has led me to my theory, that PRE 01 isn't a fear of the unknown the eldritch by their definition are inconceivable, but any God from any religion is also so, and none fear those Gods. So I find it hard to believe this statement.

I propose he is the fear, if he is one, of losing your identity, the you that makes you the you-ist you around.
Here's my reasoning, The numb are his most bountiful minions, he has many, and they have lost the thing that makes them 'human', I move that PRE 01 feed of potential individuality, it may also explain why he goes after children. Also we fear to go near him either because we fear becoming the numb, or our soul or mind dying leaving us empty and useless.
Also may be why the numb try to express some sort of individuality to escape PRE 01's control, by making another identity, but they are in essence faceless. Also back in the time when everyone thought that PRE 01 took the souls of his victims after killing them, as the soul is just another form of potential energy, the first law of thermodynamics, energy can neither be created nor destroyed, only converted. So he feeds of souls and their potential, may be also why he causes general mental degradation, as he feeds of the potential their not using, as you'll notice in many blogs the more insane the person or closer they are to breaking the more activity surrounds them.
Also children have the most potential, they can become politicians, teachers, astronaughts, scientists, entertainers, steve from tech support. So it is more efficient for him to hunt kids, I see this as more likely than him doing it to sustain his presence with the power of imagination, this could contribute to his going after them, but not his taking of them and killing of them, if he waited till they had grown up he could have  infected more and had more food. I know as I've been close to the edge once PRE 01 was standing over me, his welcoming embrace about to take me I felt my self slip slowly away.
There's a reason I have so many notebooks, they contain everything I am and all I'll ever hope to be they make 'me' concrete, they helped me back out of the depths of hell I was in more than you'll probably know.

I put my self in danger of falling back into that past today, I contacted an OLD, emphasis on the old, friend I need his help with my numb experiment, there was a big argument over our past if I ever feel like telling you it's all transcribe in my notebook. The notebooks may be risky because I may lose them all in a fire or something. But it's the only thing that helped me out of my hole my heavy hole,
to all Fighter or runner, proxy or numb
Stay Safe, Stay Sharp and Stay Alive


TBP: the moon shone bright over the cold english fields, the cows they were laying in the barn just behind, the man could hear their lowing, their pleasant little dreams. When the smiling moon swung down like a cheshire cat and stole the man away, he wandered many a year amongst the stars, past galaxies vast and through atoms so small, so that when he finally came he was gone for so long, that the woman he loved had only passed on, to her god in the heaven to he place in the sky. To this sad news the man sadly replied, "take me for whatever I'm worth, I'll see you till the day is dead and night reigns forever more, If you bring back my sweetheart or let me near her". To this little man the moon did look and took the mans soul and left him a book, the man served out his term for many a day blindly waiting to obey. Till the book started talking in hushed little tones " you could be free again, you know", the hid the book and kept on his work as it was the only thing to live for to shovel the moons dirt. But slowly but slowly a dream did persist of a pretty little girl and a man with her too. So he took out the journal and did what it said "write down your story and have your own way. For you now are a slave to a God who cares not", the man took up his pen and took up his book and wote about muses and nothing else much. except for the music that sent him to lush, fields of gold and a woman so true until eventual there was one thing to do. "Remember your name O man of the world and take up you stand against this violent toil, for the monster holds little what you may call your soul but I contain most and to obtain me it's yours". So the man thought for days about the names he did write whether it was Tom or Leroy or Jack or Bull Shite. Until his name came back to him I am my own man And no one elses now. But little did he know the book now controlled him and the monster did too, as it knew him forever as the man and the muse.

This is why I want to be free my soul to be my own again not to be afraid of books and their spells that bind you towards them and the monster aswell. I have stories I've lived yet not in the books the last bits of me tah belong to me. Alone.


Thursday, 2 February 2012

tsk, tsk, trust is so useless

Manny has taken in another stray,
   He knows how this is going to end this blog was always a bad Idea, we should have stayed our reclusive self, but no Manny had to get motivation. Bastard. Been reading to many books about villains turned heroes, where love lost can be regained.
Despite all his scientific terms and apparent grasp on reality, Manny lives not in the real world where he faces a being who can tear him out of existence, who can rip his soul from his body and not let go.
Manny has dark thoughts, he has thought things no sane man should think, he is as dark as the suit Slender Man wears, trust him he will fight his demons, but the truth will out. The beast sleeps for now, but the past is with the dogs and manny never likes letting sleeping dogs lie.
Ask him about Kat if you want to know more, if, atleast you'll see how he really is. no matter how much tape and glue you use to fix something broken it is still broken and may fall apart at any moment.

But hey why should you trust me I may be a proxy trying to turn you against a person who is legitimately trying to save everyone, save the world, but why would I admit it here. I am what Manny supresses thankfully his 'experiment' has allowed his mind to weaken enough for me to warn you, the devil you know is still a devil, and he will gut you if you get on his wrong side

Regards and Goodbyes, I won't be seen again, for a while atleast,

Kill those that threaten you, Kill those that lie about it, And let the chaos ensue, Manny may be an anarchist but he is a general pacifistic when he tries be human. I can't wait for this show to begin >:D

From your indifferent
Sane Soliloquy
Rmember question everyone and if you don't like the look of them. Kill them
I know this makes me sound crazy, doesn't make me not right

TBP: And his notebooks contain all his madness, aswell as his thoughts and theories, Maybe, Nathan, you don't want to find notebook #165, Yes it has something that may help you but Manny will read other parts of it and they won't help him.
SS signing of for MM

Wednesday, 1 February 2012

Work Terms, Initiation?

OK, so you always see me refer to the hallowed, husks whatever call them the numb.
I do have a reason for this, as I believe their minds have not been scooped out, their souls have not left their bodies or been removed. They were merely unable to take the mental weight that PRE 01 exerts on its victims, as we know he distorts the electro magnetic spectrum sometimes due to it, causing cameras to malfunction, just for a laugh I saw he could boil a packet of microwaveable rice, It worked. Sorry my terms I will use an example here, if you put to much weight on your arm or get punched in it many times it eventually gets numb or breaks, which may be numb depending on severity and whether you've seen it. Again sorry, concentrate, so this is what I think happens to the numb their mind has so much weight put on it, it just stops sending thought there, or it's broken but signals aren't received telling the person their crazy, so their mind is sleeping like you might say your leg has fallen asleep after sitting on it. That's also why I refuse to kill them even though "they are only hallowed they can't feel anything" (erroneous generic runner statement).

One of my next experiments involves the numb to see if I could help them.

Stay Safe, is simple I wan't people to stay alive and the best way they can do that is staying safe.
Stay Sharp, If you aren't thinking am I in danger you probably are, so think and question if you can get out of your situation or move to make it safer.
Stay Alive, Basically this is just the reiteration of the first two so to maintain life you must do what you believe to be necessary, I know all don't share my beliefs but I can at least will others to act like I do, but they are all as autonomous as I am.

I guess today was my Initiation?, Seeing if I was a 'good' or a 'bad' guy, I was walking back from getting food and another notebook ( I have hundreds), when  I was walking past a park, you can see where this is going can't you, and I saw Tall, Dark and Eldritch at first I thought he was just staring at me but noticed I was looking at the back of his head. I felt silly, then I noticed a child walking towards our emotionless pursuer, so I did what I would hope any would do, I picked up a sizable rock about the size of a fist and threw it at our invincible keeper and I actually landed a hit, no damage was done however drat. This as it always seems the case broke what control was over the kid and he did the sensible thing and pegged it as fast as he could away from there, I didn't. Now I know people talk about him looking angry but I thought they just applied it to the situation and what was the outcome, but I never knew such a featureless face could express that rage, I am currently in a cast for my broken leg that Slendy was helpful enough to give me and 15 stitches, don't worry I have beer to numb the pain. I woke up wit hthe kid shaking me, he wanted to know what happened I said a strange man was trying to take him, and left it at that.

I went to the hospital thank whatever God exists for the NHS I don't care what you American think it is the best thing in welfare since clean water. Any way the kid helped me call an ambulance, for some reason he stayed with me, after I told him he should run and never look back, Blkame TV for making them courageous motherfuckers. I found out after having opiates injected into my bloodstream taht his name was Johnny and his parent had recently divorced and neither of them wanted him, some people get the bad luck if I hadn't saved him I doubt anyone would have noticed. So I asked if he wanted to stay at my house, despite the occasional slender apperence it is safe and I he will prove its merit.

I htought I had lost my humanity, Half the reason I started this blog to be impartial, to condense and get information out there, now look at me less than a week and I saved I life I didn't know I may die sooner than I though. I am currently talking to Johnny seeing if he'll go home less timewill be spent on this, I hear the collective hallelujah.

Also Nathan if you read this is there an autonomous proxy following me,  as one of my notebook is missing, I wouldn't have noticed it if I wasn't looking for it for you, If you know of such a proxy invasion of my hoem can you get the notebook back you may find it useful thoguh I can't make promises. FFS Johnny uor only allowed one guinness If you have more, I will hand yo over to the strange man myself.

Be Happy, Be MeRRY, Be Free,
My Fruity darlings
TBP: I fell freer than I have for a while, even before Slendy, I'll try and get Johnny home,  but he refuses to tell ,me wher he lives, if I have to drive, or if he has a home. I shall keep trying , hheheh maybe he's a fear, the fear of getting drunk out of house a nd home by a 9 year old. I like this kid If no one notices he's gone or he refuses to tell me where he lives I may keep him, like apet, OOOOO, I just realised I lost my BAcon.

Thoughts after Publish: Another month has rolled round, the new year really begins as the old one is dead