Blackout

Solsticial shit has begun. The Revenants are out in force; they attacked me in a town not too far from Kilsheelan. They're organised guys; they caused two blackouts to cover their entry and escape.

I probably shouldn't have gone back there but I needed to test a theory. Either way, I managed to escape, thankfully. Slendershit himself wasn't there; probably preparing elsewhere.

I'm gonna lay low until the New Year. Expect one or maybe two posts between now and then. I'll still be watching you guys though, so look after each other and stay safe.

Reach out.

Fuck, wank, bugger, shitting arsehead and -hole

So, I crossed over. The tiredness went away, I felt my strength returning.

But when I returned, he was waiting.

I tried to run but he started using the compulsion on me. I could feel his voice in my head, not speaking at all but telling me what to do nonetheless.

I managed to escape him somehow. I don't even remember how, I just remember the sudden feeling of freedom when the whispers were gone.

If this is gonna happen every time I recharge, I'm gonna need more planning. Shit, why do things always have to be so feckin' complicated?

Tired

I'm exhausted, which I didn't think was possible. I'm starting to wonder if being away from the Tall One is draining me...shit, I just called him the Tall One, what's wrong with me? Slendershit, Slenderfuck, Slendercock. There, much better.

I'm worried if I don't get a recharge soon, I won't be able to fend off any other Revenants. I'm considering going to the Other Side for a bit, to see if that helps, but if I do, Slendershit will be alerted to me. What do I do?

Stay Frosty

Everything went off without a hitch. This time, at least. I'm gonna have to come up with new ideas in the future but this plan worked.

I went to this lovely corrie lake on top of Coumshingaun, one of the Comeragh Mountains, which are in the southeast of *Ireland*. The lake is backed by a huge glacial amphitheatre and with the weather we've been having lately (shit), the whole place was frozen. Getting up there was difficult, let me tell you.

But I managed to get up there anyway, then I waited. Sure enough, a few hours later, Aria caught up with me.

At this point, it may be prudent to remind you of two important things about Revenants like Aria and I;

1. We have inhuman strength.
2. We are hypersensitised to everything.

So, on top of these ice-cold mountain, both of us wrapped up really, really well to keep the cold out, we started fighting, as you do. But here's the thing; Aria is fucking excellent at using urban terrain to her advantage but knows shit all about more...scenic settings. In short;

I FUCKED HER INTO THE FREAKING LAKE, BOO YEAH

Have any of you ever fallen into a frozen lake? Shit is cold. Now, imagine that but imagine you're so sensitive that a light breeze makes you itch like you have a fucking rash. Ice-cold water is like lava to us. So understandably, when I slammed Aria through the ice, she was incapacitated pretty fast. As in, she died. I don't know whether it was the shock shorted out her heart or she drowned, but either way, I killed a Revenant, which naturally proves my theory that we can be killed. If I'd found this out a few months ago, I would have thrown myself into the lake, but now...

Now, I'm going to start hunting down and killing off the Revenants. Slendershit is probably planning to mobilise them more actively from now, especially after the week of attacks proved at least partially effective. I can almost guarantee that there will be Revenants at the Solistice. To all those participating in the Solistice; use their hypersensitivity against them. The extremes of temperature, bright lights, loud noises, etc. will all be effective against them. Once you have them incapacitated, go for non-wounding kills, don't bother injuring. An injury is just that; an injury, and we have a healing factor. Strangulation is probably your best bet, but beyond that, electrocution would work, perhaps?

So yeah, I'm gonna keep running for now. Once I come up with my next plan, I'll strike again. Until then, I have to keep moving.

Reach out.

Attack, Defend, Destroy

So, I was right. One of my old associates tracked me down. It wasn't Slate, thankfully. That man's like a bear. There's a reason I had to try and bury him to incapacitate him. It was Aria this time. I know, the most unfortunate fucking name.

She found me hiding in a farm shed. The fight was pretty closely fought. I broke her arm and held it the wrong way while it healed. That incapacitated her long enough for me to escape.

The snow has largely subsided but the ice has gotten worse. It was -5 degrees Celsius this morning. I'm wrapped up really heavily, which slows me down, but the cold would probably give me a heart attack if I unwrapped. I'm trekking across the mountains now. I won't say which range but I know where I'm headed to. If all goes as planned, I might be able to put one or more of the other Revenants out of commission. If not, I'll be put out of commission.

Reach out.

Shitshitshitshitshit

If anyone's been reading Irish weather reports (doubtful), you'll know that we're currently suffering from snow and ice. Of course, this being Ireland, where we never get snow or ice, the whole country nearly ground to a standstill from six inches.

So, ordinarily, this wouldn't be a problem for me, since ordinarily, I live in a quarry bending to Slendershit's will. Now, however, I've betrayed the cause of the most dangerous creature who has ever existed and am on the run in a small country, changing town every day to avoid getting tracked and captured.

So, when my next bus fails to materialise, there are problems.

I'm stuck. Someone from Team Slender is gonna find me tonight. Shit will go down.

Eulogy for the Fallen

Farewell to Robert, Nessa, Jeff, Brian and Melody.

The Revel by Bartholomew Dowling

We meet 'neath the sounding rafter,
And the walls all around are bare;
As they shout back our peals of laughter
It seems that the dead are there.
Then stand to your glasses, steady!
We drink in our comrades eyes:
One cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!

Not here are the goblets glowing,
Not here is the vintage sweet;
'Tis cold as our hearts are growing,
And dark as the doom we meet.
But stand to your glasses, steady!
And soon shall our pulses rise:
A cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!

There's many a hand that's shaking,
And many a cheek that's sunk;
But soon, though our hearts are breaking,
They'll burn with the wine we've drunk.
Then stand to your glasses, steady!
'Tis here the revival lies:
Quaff a cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies.

Time was when we laughed at others;
We thought we were wiser then;
Ha! Ha! Let them think of their mothers,
Who hope to see them again.
No! stand to your glasses, steady!
The thoughtless is here the wise:
One cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!

Not a sigh for the lot that darkles,
Not a tear for the friends that sink-,
We'll fall, 'midst the wine-cup's sparkles,
As mute as the wine we drink.
Come, stand to your glasses, steadyl!
'Tis this that the respite buys:
A cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!

There's a mist on the glass congealing,
'Tis the hurricane's sultry breath;
And thus does the warmth of feeling
Turn ice in the grasp of Death.
But stand to your glasses, steady!
For a moment the vapor flies:
Quaff a cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!

Who dreads to the dust returning?
Who shrinks from the sable shore,
Where the high and haughty yearning
Of the soul can sting no more?
No, stand to your glasses, steady!
The world is a world of lies:
A cup to the dead already-
And hurrah for the next that dies!

Cut off from the land that bore us,
Betrayed by the land we find,
When the brightest have gone before us,
And the dullest are most behind-
Stand, stand to your glasses, steady!
'Tis all we have left to prize:
One cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!

Who Am I?

I'm Jean Valjean!

...

Seriously though...

Who am I? I've lived two lives. This may be the start of a third.

<<MY FIRST LIFE>>

I was born in Clonmel, Ireland. My name was Raymond Shaughnessy. I grew up in the town of Kilsheelan, a bit down the road. It was a boring town. Once I was old enough, I'd take the bus down to Waterford as much as possible. It was there that I met her.

Ariana Fenty.

I was barely fifteen. She was comfortably fifteen. We met at a céilí in Ballybeg. The lights were low, and as she walked toward me, they seemed to catch her. She looked like she was walking on the bottom of the ocean on a moonlit night. Like a sea goddess.

She asked me to dance with her. We did a slip jig. Afterwards, we went outside in the cold and held hands.

We met up every weekend after that. We had our first kiss while walking down the quays in Waterford. When her family fell on hard times, I dropped out of school and got a job to help them out. I proposed to her on March 13th, 1970. That night, we conceived my daughter, Catherine.

I first saw him on May 17th that year.

I was in Kilsheelan with Ariana, visiting my parents. There's this little hill there, with grotto containing a shrine to the Virgin Mary at the bottom and a little dip at the top, where you can lie down without being seen from the road or the bridge. We were sitting up there having a picnic when I saw what I thought was a businessman in the woods across the river.

I don't need to tell you what happened next.

Stalkings, attacks on myself and on my family, cryptic messages, yadayadayada.

Eventually, I was approached personally by Slate, a Revenant. This is the bit where I have to clear something up. When Redlight made his offer in Robert's blog, Zero commented that not even I had made a deal with the Slender Man. I'm afraid that's not true. Slate told me if I came willingly with him, they'd leave Ariana and Catherine alone. I caved.

We faked my death. No, we didn't. Raymond Shaughnessy did die. And he was buried on November 23rd, 1970.

<<MY SECOND LIFE>>

They dug me out of Raymond's grave that night. They had me rename myself. I decided to make mine a play on words; Raymond Shaughnessy - RaymSha - Réimse - Reach. Then, they knocked me out.

I woke up on the Other Side.

He came.

He brutalised me. He broke every bone in my body, busted every organ, crushed every pain sensor in my body and tossed me into the swamp.

I woke up in the quarry. The Revenant base of operations. I was told what I was and what I could do.

PROS

I have inhuman strength.

I have total conscious control over my bodily functions, except for when he's in control, obviously.

I have a healing factor.
I do not age.

CONS

I am hypersensitised to everything and must be constantly wrapped up in order to not feel like I have an itch. I can only eat salted crackers and drink hard water.

I am his slave; I constantly feel him telling me to do things, compelling me to do things.

For the first five years, he used me like any normal low-level goon of his, sending me to terrorise individual Runners. Then he promoted me to an assassin, sending me out to kill Runners, and then Conduits. Finally, 10 years ago, he placed the quarry and that which is hidden within it in my care. I cannot tell you it's name or what is within; it will alert him to my whereabouts.

Throughout all this, my humanity was slowly eroded and I became a more and more willing slave.

A few weeks ago, he asked me to start watching the blogs. I got curious and decided to post. Through my discussions with you lot, I was reminded of what it was like to be human, even if I can never be human again.

And now, I'm here. I can't tell you where for obvious reasons. I have myself temporarily shielded from him but it won't be long before he notices. I just wanted to let you all know my story. For posterity. Just in case.

I don't want to be remembered as a villain.

Reach out.

Robert

He's back...kindof.

I cried when I read that post. Like a baby.

I fucking cried. Redlight, whoever the fuck he is, is going to fucking BURN.

Snow

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Conduits

Okay, he's gone. I don't know which one of you he's gone to attack personally, but whoever it is, stay safe.

Will wanted to know more about Conduits.

Before Slendershit put me on guard duty here, I was basically an assassin. He's afraid of Conduits, in the same way we'd be afraid of sapient pandas with bazookas. So he'd send out Revenants like me to deal with them, since we're (to make a very long story short) conduit knock-offs with very limited access to his power.

I've killed 34 Conduits in 40 years. Only seven were aware of their powers.

Of the seven, all of them could sense Slenderstuff, like Slendershit himself, Revenants, and other things from the Other Side, but each of them also had a personal ability. Here's the breakdown of what shit they could pull;

1. Glamour (she fucked around with people's perception to make herself appear more beautiful)
2. Pyrokinesis (use the energy to ignite stuff)
3. Functional invisibility (he was even better at fucking with people's perception)
4. Mind control (to a very limited extent, on his wife, the only one I enjoyed killing, let me tell you)
5. Inhuman strength (this descended into a wall-wrecking wrestling match)
6. Electromagnetism (fighting a guy who could fuck with one of the four fundamental forces was not easy)
7. Beast-taming (mind control on animals basically)

So, basically no consistency there. To answer your question, Will, I'm not sure what you can do. You'll have to find out yourself.

I'm leaving the quarry now. For the first time in a long time. You should hear from me again Sunday or Monday, hopefully. Wish me luck.

Reach out.

Weathering The Storm

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Explanations

Okay, I dunno how much time I have. One of you is giving him a lot of trouble and he left to join the fray himself. I'm gonna post as much information as I can before he gets back.

The guy who posted using my account (other than the Tall One using me as a puppet) is another Revenant, Slate. He's about six foot five, fucking ripped with muscles, bald. If you see him, do not under any circumstances try and fight him. You have no hope of beating him yet. Just run.

Will asked about Conduits.

Just as matter can be moved between our Side and the Other Side, so too can energy. Sometimes, in order to empower his minions, the Tall One turns them into a vessel of "Slenderpower", allowing them to channel the energy from the Other Side. However, some people are born with the ability to use Slenderpower. These are the Conduits and there is nothing he fears more in this world or his than the Conduits because they can turn his power against him and actually, physically harm him if trained properly. Will, it seems that you may be a conduit, which explains your ability to sense his presence.

This brings me on to my next point; the Tall One's weaknesses. He is vulnerable to that which is of his own sphere but defiled and turned against him. Because he is of the trees, chopped wood and especially varnished wood fucks with his vision but don't go around covering everything you own in varnished wood; he'll perceive it as an anomaly in his vision, not as something invisible.

What else, what else, what else.

Oh yeah, the whole fucking attack thing might be useful.

I'm not 100% sure what happened. It seems I was suspect so they kept me in the dark on it to see whose side I'd join. They got their answer when I got into a fight with Slate. I was trying to bury him underground when the Tall One returned and they tag-teamed me.

Anyway, the attacks. I think they factored in your fighting back, which is why they went on the defensive yesterday. He wants to spend the next four days and nights trying to destroy you.

Fuck, he's coming back. I'll be back as soon as I can.

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Black Holes and Revelations

I'm okay. Should have this shielded from him soon. Will update then. Keep safe.

Reach out.

Forty Years

Today, I am one of his slaves for forty years.

Happy birthday to me.

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