Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm?

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

Tom

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AH!!!!! GET OOUT OF MY HEAD! I SAID NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME! YOU AND YOUR ILK, ALL YOUR LIES AND MISDIRECTIONS, YES I KNOW YOU FEAR SOMETHING, AND I CAN GUESS WHAT IT MIGHT BE, KILL ME, KILL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

Oopps

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

Aoife

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

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

Work

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.

Tom

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Once 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

News

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
Tom

Morality and Gravestones

Well.
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.
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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
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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)

BBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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
RFSS, PHRA
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.

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.

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.

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.
MM