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Guys, I

I don't even

I don't even know what how

Okay, I'm trying to stay as calm as possible as I write this. "Trying" being the operative word. Okay.

I got up this morning at about eleven, grabbed what little stuff I had with me, checked out and headed downtown to catch the bus. I didn't sleep all that well last night, so I fell asleep as the bus was leaving town and...

I woke up about an hour ago. Everyone on the bus was dead. Most of them looked like they were burned to death, their skin was covered in blisters and it was starting to flake off all over the place. One or two seemed to have had their organs removed and haphazardly replaced. The stench was unbearable. It was only when I got up that something struck me.

The bus was still going. Even though there was no one driving it. That's when I looked outside.

Everything outside the window is wasteland. Scorched, rocky earth as far as the eye can see. The sun looks twice as big as normal, as if it pulled the earth closer just to bake the whole planet into a world of dust. I can see the air shimmering as the hot air rises but here on the bus...it's cold. Ice cold.

When I saw the wasteland, I fell backwards on to my chair and my iPod bounced out of my pocket, suddenly charged and working, even though it's been dead since I woke up on Monday. It was already open on this and I couldn't get anything else to work. Fuck, I don't know what's going on but hopefully if I'm about to bite the dust, I can at least try and leave a record of what happened. Maybe then someone else can figure this out, 'cause I haven't a fucking clue. Fuck this shit.

Reach out.

There's a Place

I know I said I was going to head straight to Dublin and get to Cairo, but on the spur of the moment, I decided to take a little detour.

It was a nice day today. A really nice day. The sun was out, the sky was clear and the shovel I bought on the way was primed and ready

There's a place in Ireland, where archaeologists discovered the site of the most horrific mass child sacrifice in Ireland's long history. The archaeologists who discovered it were so disturbed by what they found that they referred to it only as "a dark place". There's a place in Ireland, or, rather, there was.

I've destroyed the Dark Place. I turned the ground and I smashed the bones, or as many as I could. The deal is broken. No more children are getting sacrificed to Slender Man. If he wants to operate in Ireland, he can either get himself a new deal or he can deal with all the troubles and complications he finds elsewhere. I haven't figured out what his special interest in Ireland is yet, but whatever it is, if destroying the Dark Place makes it more difficult for him to work here, I'm walking away from here a happy man. In fact, you know what? I'm taking a break. Tonight, I'm going to go to a nice hotel and just relax. I can catch a bus back to Dublin tomorrow and get to Egypt then.

Reach out.

Tell Me What You See

Okay, I'm sure you guys have been wondering where I've been the past week. Well, the answer is that...I have no idea. I woke up in Thurles, a town north of Cahir, last night with no memory of the past week. I tried to post on my iPod but its battery died before I could, which leads me to believe it's been used quite a bit while I was out. Have any of you seen any posts from me in the last week?

I'm in the shopping centre right now and the time on this computer is about to run out. I need the rest of my money to get to Dublin for my flight to Egypt, so I'll post again once I'm in Cairo. Hopefully you can give me some answers about where I've been.

Reach out. 

Don't Let Me Down

I can't linger any longer. I've outstayed my welcome already. Thank you for your assistance this past week. It has been conducive to the success of my long term plans.

The winner of Part Three was Cathy. Just like Jean and Haku, she has earned a piece of information, which she will be given in private for safe-keeping.

Things have been set in motion and now, I must ask you to complete the most difficult task of Nocturne's Game. Part Four.

Raymond will wake up in a few hours. Unless they are pointed out to him, he won't see any posts that evidence my existence. The final part of the game is to never tell Raymond that it happened. If you tell him, you lose the game. Everyone loses the game. I've set things up very meticulously here and if certain things happen at the wrong time, the whole house of cards will come tumbling down. So be good little children for Uncle Nocturne and keep your mouths shut. Thanks again for your help.

- Nocturne

With a Little Help from My Friends

I'm afraid I must be brief with tonight's game, friends. Extraneous circumstances have changed my schedule dramatically and I can no longer work within the constraints I had hoped to.

Part Three of Nocturne's Game is both simpler and far more difficult than Part One or Two. Tonight, my friends, you must publicly give a piece of information about yourself that no one else knows. The winner is whoever I feel has been the most open and trusting. I'm afraid I can't view tonight's game personally, but I will announce the winner at the opening of Part Four, tomorrow. Until then, feel free to open up.

- Nocturne

What Goes On

Welcome back to the fold, friends. I hope that Part Two of Nocturne's Game is as much a success story as Part One. For those of you who missed Part One, the winner was Jean of Vivere disce, who won herself a potentially fascinating bit of information that she must keep secret until the time is right. As a result of her victory in the first round, Jean will not be allowed to compete in Part Two and anyone caught receiving aid from her will be summarily disqualified.

This round will be general knowledge but don't expect the questions to be at all straight forward. Once again, I will be leading you on a merry dance across the blogosphere. The site of the next question will be revealed after each is answered. Which brings us to our first question;

Along which road were vast quantities of worm excretion transported?

Hop to it, kids.

- Nocturne

From Me to You

If a man with a book in his hand is enlightened,
When is that same man dim?
I must recommend that you solve all my riddles
If you want to see Raymond again.
Once you have solved it, I'll write up another
All the answers are hidden in you.
But on with the game; if you get the first right,
The Jester will get number two.

- Nocturne