Sunday, 6 November 2011

Return

Well, well, well.

I have been gone for... oh, far over a year now. And how lovely it is to be back! After my departure from your midst, upon my realisation of how truly incompetent you all were, I assumed that a year would be plenty enough time for the weakest to have met their end by it's... hands? Haha...

I couldn't have been more wrong.

Stupid. Not one single thing has changed, if you think of things like that. Everyone's still the same; maddeningly incompetent, drearily dull. What little brilliance there was back then has long since faded, leaving only the enemy and the idiots; I'm unsure of which annoys me more.

It is a sad state of affairs, really; after being given the golden opportunity to set yourselves free from the story which the monster has spun, you denied that the story existed and brought the so-called Core Theory crashing to it's knees; it deserved no better, seeing as it was piloted by one of you "Runners". Or "Fighters"; whatever you call yourselves nowadays.

And yet despite turning away from this chance, you have fallen into disarray; chaos now rules you. Nobody has made progress; everyone is dying, which is what they deserve, frankly. Such stains on humanity are nothing but eyesores; eyesores can be useful tools, but these are tools which refuse to be used for any purpose greater then the small-minded goals they set for themselves. Simple goals, designed to satisfy their small minds; something to justify the fact that they know they have no hope. No chance. They know that they will meet their end by their uniting enemy.

I? I've been gone a year, and I have made progress. In fact, that's why I returned.

So! I once wrote a blog. I grew tired out of it, and threw it away like the junk that it was. But now, I'm back, because I have something to say to you all. Something rather important, I think; simply put, I am going to ruin all of your little games. The simple games to satisfy simple minds. They're coming to an end very shortly, my friends. Why, you ask? Is it not simple?

My name is A. I am going to kill the Slender Man.

11 comments:

  1. Oh I can tell you'll just be all kinds of fun. So tell us, how exactly are you going to achieve this feat, surely you have not made this sweeping and dramatic claim without some kind of plan or knowledge the hunted do not share. You're back from the dead, so I'm interested, but if your only evidence for being the one to kill Him is the fact that no one else has done it yet then you are delusional, and I rather hope that isn't the case.

    See you around
    -FreedomCaged

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  2. Pfft... Good luck with that, you crazy bastard.

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  3. ... no you're not, you crazy bastard. Good to see you back, though. c:

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  4. It's quite simple, my dear Freedom; I'll begin with something impossible and work from there.

    And Spencer, really? I am. Watch me~!

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  5. Check out my post on you, A, I have links to no fewwer than three examples of people or groups that had the exact same plan. You're going to need a lot more than a decleration and some dedication to take Him down.

    See you around
    -Cage

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  6. I don't particularly care. They failed; I will not. That is all the matters, is it not~?

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  7. I suppose we shall see, on both accounts.

    See you around
    -Cage

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  8. Plans don't make sense. A plan is a chain of events but events don't come in chains they're just lines. But if you try to break them into pieces they become impossible and fall apart because that's what pieces do and they change and if you can find what you're planning for the plan won't work. Have you seen the Hermit? I need to talk to him.

    Me

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  9. What makes you think He would not be just the same dead as He would alive? Alive and dead are just two moments in time. And time is something He must know a lot about.

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  10. Alright, we gonna kill the Slenderfucker, hellz yeah bitches, let's get this shit done!

    Wait... I'm on the other side. Sorry, I got confused there for a moment. Your bitchin' charisma muddled up my tiny weak mind for a second.

    Stay frosty, you sexy awesome motherfucker. I can see there's gonna be some bitchin' times to come.

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  11. My dear Aleph, that may be true, or it may not be. But dead is dead. That's all that matters to me.

    And my dear Ridley, you are a shining beacon of intelligence in a world that grows ever dimmer. Pleasure to meet you.

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