Don't worry, this is Antonio, I put her down for a bit of a nap, she needs it, I dislike using my slender powers on her. But when she decided to, when I asked her why she was crying, quite out of the blue, she had replied "Because all the signs are pointing to my boyfriend having just murdered someone in cold blood, and may not even be human anymore" before throwing a lamp at me.
She's resting quite soundly, I imagine there will be repercussions for this later, but it gave me a chance to put type out my observations...
For starters, I taped the some contacts of mine to learn the Identity of the person Paul had killed, the person was, what some would call, a "Fighter", by the name of "Chris Townsend", Originally from Sylmar California, how this runner got this far east will never be known now.
It is likely, that the runner, had seen Paul's Tattoo, and not understanding the significance, attacked Paul first. Another possible explanation is that Paul was guided to that location, by the Slenderman, to kill this runner as part of a contract many proxies enter in exchange for power. Due to intelligence data provided by the Proxies "Manic" and "Kat" as well as data from the person know as "Sammi" that there is a 85% chance this is the case.
Further information gathering about the incident, camera footage in other words, shows that Paul entered the ally way where the runner was found murdered, unarmed, and still recovering from the grievous injuries inflicted on him by the Proxy calling himself "spYder", in this situation, it is unlikely Paul, would have survived such an encounter, only having a 15% chance of defeating even an untrained and inexperienced Runner in single combat. This leads me to the reasonable conclusion that Paul, has in fact been hallowed... or something beyond a normal hallowing if my information is reaching the proper conclusion...
Another interesting tidbit gleamed from "Creative research" of the Pittsburgh coroner's office, showed that the Runner had cleared been killed with the type of blunt force trauma that an *Intact* Bokken would inflict, not a broken Bokken would have as we were led to believe.
If only Manic was in a state to sit down and interview, as of now, he is a dangerous liability to us, due to his multiple personalty disorder, the Intel he provided albeit unwittingly has proven valuable to my efforts to decipher what my friend has become...
When I encountered Paul inside of the path, it was too far down for an unaltered human to withstand with his sanity intact, we know now that he was taken to the path, and likely beyond the past the same day that we faced Ryan on the roof, in other words Paul, if the intelligence is correct, spent 10 days in the path, without seemingly and adverse effects, also the nature of his recovery, impossible as it seems, leads me to believe that the Slenderman had played a massive part, in his recovery. There is also the issue of how, for a lack of a better description, casual he seemed around the Slenderman... this is almost heard of as even his most powerful Proxies feel some measure of terror in it's presence, and most proxies drop in subservience to HIM.
I wish I could talk to the one called "Kat" for a better take, although it seems I'm marked for extermination which would make this impossible, most proxies would be compelled to attempt to kill me on sight at this stage.
Unfortunately this all I know for now, I will endeavor myself to learn more, and report the next time Maya is down long enough for me to use the Tablet to write.
As a side note, before I put her to sleep, Maya went and added the "Paul-is-writing-this" tag to all of his published posts, this will make our endeavors to use his old posts for a source of information helpful, as there may be a few clues in them.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Saturday, April 28, 2012
My personal little Shitstorm
Ugh I can't deal with this shit right now.....
First off, Manic I read the comment your friend Kat left on your blog.. I'll repost what you said at the end because.. shit... I don't believe her but.... shit......
But first I want to read to you a little poem slipped under our now abandoned Hotel room door today....
Ahem....
"Poor little Paul, laid in a field, bleeding from his broken head, then down came the slender, all nice and tender, who fixed him up with our dead!"
Signed by "spYder" known to us as Ryan...
Did I mention this was written in blood? Oh yeah because it was written in blood!!!
Oh Jesus.... The more I hear, the longer I stay here, the more I want to cut my losses and run... But Paul and I didn't run out on Antonio... And Antonio has no intention on running out on Paul....
This to much, Why would Slenderman have a "Catch and release program" for this... A Proxy cohort of Lucia's posted in a comment here, told us that there was a rumor of, direct quote from her blog, "lunatic with a broken sword clubbing people."... I've asked for a chance to talk to this proxy so we could maybe learn more about this... but I don't know... this is heavy... I mean fucking heavy... a
Also, I started following the blog written by the "Good-Ryan" who runs, as far as I can tell, the only Proxy safe-house in Pittsburgh who had this it say in brief about Paul... He doesn't know Paul like I do, he wouldn't do this.. I mean hurt innocents, the man he reportedly killed.. there had to a reason, like self defense, I mean he used a broken Bokken.. it seemed like an act of desperation or he would of found a real weapon or something.
Shit we all just got in town a couple days ago, and were leaving an impact... I was hoping this would be low key, so we wouldn't get any attention considering my partner here is a rouge Proxy and all....
Anyways without further Ado... here's what Manic's proxy girlfriend had to saw about what she had "Seen" of Paul during her time on the Path....
Manic posted this here... I didn't edit this quote in any way.
"I remeber her telling me something, after the kill I made, sort of fuzzy like it wasn't actually me, I was laughing at the misfortune of it all. She mantioned ,Paul Laughing that, Of Course the Slender Man would 'Release a monster like that into the world' I pressed a little bit she said ' I Don't know much about what happened, but I saw Slender Man carry his all but lifeless 'body' (She said this with a strange emphasise) into that place beyond the Path, the Place we don't even dare to go, even with our great curiosities' I nodded knowing where she meant, ' But he took 6 generic proxies with him?, It's just after an few hours..... only that guy, um, um, ...' 'Patch', I interjected, 'Yeah him, and the Slender Man came out, She said he seemed more 'alive than ever' Again she said it with a strange emphasise, I hope this helps you to stay ALive."
I guess what Manic was trying to tell us, I mean all of us, it that were should probably not try to stop Paul from killing Ry- I'm sorry "spYder"... because in his state he might damn well be willing to kill anyone in his way... I'm praying to god that's not the case.
First off, Manic I read the comment your friend Kat left on your blog.. I'll repost what you said at the end because.. shit... I don't believe her but.... shit......
But first I want to read to you a little poem slipped under our now abandoned Hotel room door today....
Ahem....
"Poor little Paul, laid in a field, bleeding from his broken head, then down came the slender, all nice and tender, who fixed him up with our dead!"
Signed by "spYder" known to us as Ryan...
Did I mention this was written in blood? Oh yeah because it was written in blood!!!
Oh Jesus.... The more I hear, the longer I stay here, the more I want to cut my losses and run... But Paul and I didn't run out on Antonio... And Antonio has no intention on running out on Paul....
This to much, Why would Slenderman have a "Catch and release program" for this... A Proxy cohort of Lucia's posted in a comment here, told us that there was a rumor of, direct quote from her blog, "lunatic with a broken sword clubbing people."... I've asked for a chance to talk to this proxy so we could maybe learn more about this... but I don't know... this is heavy... I mean fucking heavy... a
Also, I started following the blog written by the "Good-Ryan" who runs, as far as I can tell, the only Proxy safe-house in Pittsburgh who had this it say in brief about Paul... He doesn't know Paul like I do, he wouldn't do this.. I mean hurt innocents, the man he reportedly killed.. there had to a reason, like self defense, I mean he used a broken Bokken.. it seemed like an act of desperation or he would of found a real weapon or something.
Shit we all just got in town a couple days ago, and were leaving an impact... I was hoping this would be low key, so we wouldn't get any attention considering my partner here is a rouge Proxy and all....
Anyways without further Ado... here's what Manic's proxy girlfriend had to saw about what she had "Seen" of Paul during her time on the Path....
Manic posted this here... I didn't edit this quote in any way.
"I remeber her telling me something, after the kill I made, sort of fuzzy like it wasn't actually me, I was laughing at the misfortune of it all. She mantioned ,Paul Laughing that, Of Course the Slender Man would 'Release a monster like that into the world' I pressed a little bit she said ' I Don't know much about what happened, but I saw Slender Man carry his all but lifeless 'body' (She said this with a strange emphasise) into that place beyond the Path, the Place we don't even dare to go, even with our great curiosities' I nodded knowing where she meant, ' But he took 6 generic proxies with him?, It's just after an few hours..... only that guy, um, um, ...' 'Patch', I interjected, 'Yeah him, and the Slender Man came out, She said he seemed more 'alive than ever' Again she said it with a strange emphasise, I hope this helps you to stay ALive."
I guess what Manic was trying to tell us, I mean all of us, it that were should probably not try to stop Paul from killing Ry- I'm sorry "spYder"... because in his state he might damn well be willing to kill anyone in his way... I'm praying to god that's not the case.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Our first real day in Pitsburgh
Alright so apparently we choose just this perfect time to show up here, there's apparently some kind of proxy shit storm going about and were stuck in the middle of it at the moment... If were lucky that means no one will be focusing on the two of us, and we can, god willing find Paul before he kills Ryan and possibly slip permanently off the deep end...
Honestly, the search is slow, we mostly did the tourist thing, checked out the landmarks... walked.... had a philly cheese steak for dinner... tourist stuff... Antonio managed to get some prepaid Air-card so we can at least use the tablet for posting as opposed to the dial-up quality internet in the hotel, so that was a plus..
There was one thing... and article on the local news site, one that stood out.
"Man found murdered, weapon appears to be some sort of blunt weapon stuck as a club or Japanese training sword"
..... Paul.... What the fuck are you doing.......
Honestly, the search is slow, we mostly did the tourist thing, checked out the landmarks... walked.... had a philly cheese steak for dinner... tourist stuff... Antonio managed to get some prepaid Air-card so we can at least use the tablet for posting as opposed to the dial-up quality internet in the hotel, so that was a plus..
There was one thing... and article on the local news site, one that stood out.
"Man found murdered, weapon appears to be some sort of blunt weapon stuck as a club or Japanese training sword"
..... Paul.... What the fuck are you doing.......
Thursday, April 26, 2012
We made it!
Okay so were in Pittsburgh now, what has been described as "Proxy-Central"....
We managed to shave down on the time, by pretty much breaking most of the trafic safety laws I can think of, in other words, I let Antonio drive for a while...
And yes Manic, it's possible to drive while your passenger types for you! We didn't stop, you made it pretty clear that if we don't find Paul before he finds and kills Ryan, then he will be lost to us...
Honestly... His comments on the last post... are disturbing, that's not how he types normally... hell we've had scraps before now, but except for Ryan, he always fought to wound or knock out opponents, never kill them...
Paul plans on killing Ryan...
I don't know where we are going to go from here, I might reach out to some of the runner networks in town, what's left of them, to see if anyone has any information regarding Paul, or to see if there had been any rumors...
So that's where yalls can help, have then get in touch with us at Soulpatched(AT)Gmail.com if you guys learn anything that might help get us in the right direction...
Lucia from... okay where's that link... Here has offered to help, and yeah, were probably going to need it... Honestly though, after what happened to Manic and Paul, I'm kinda really about asking for outside help, since bad things have been happening to people helping us lately...
So here's to a successful two day drive, we start the search tomorrow.. will post again once we have more information.
We managed to shave down on the time, by pretty much breaking most of the trafic safety laws I can think of, in other words, I let Antonio drive for a while...
And yes Manic, it's possible to drive while your passenger types for you! We didn't stop, you made it pretty clear that if we don't find Paul before he finds and kills Ryan, then he will be lost to us...
Honestly... His comments on the last post... are disturbing, that's not how he types normally... hell we've had scraps before now, but except for Ryan, he always fought to wound or knock out opponents, never kill them...
Paul plans on killing Ryan...
I don't know where we are going to go from here, I might reach out to some of the runner networks in town, what's left of them, to see if anyone has any information regarding Paul, or to see if there had been any rumors...
So that's where yalls can help, have then get in touch with us at Soulpatched(AT)Gmail.com if you guys learn anything that might help get us in the right direction...
Lucia from... okay where's that link... Here has offered to help, and yeah, were probably going to need it... Honestly though, after what happened to Manic and Paul, I'm kinda really about asking for outside help, since bad things have been happening to people helping us lately...
So here's to a successful two day drive, we start the search tomorrow.. will post again once we have more information.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Road trip
Antonio thinks he might know where Paul is... It's a definite long shot but he figures that since Paul was probably thrown without a destination in mine, unlike Antonio who wanted to get back to me, that Paul likely was thrown to where his heart desired to be...
Which was not with me apparently....
"Ow" was what I said about it... but Then Antonio explained where else Paul might have have ended up.... He also told me that Paul was not in the process of being tortured, murdered, he wasn't screaming in terror, or contorted with fear, or fighting to save his life...
Paul looked, according to Antonio, like he was having a normal conversation with the Slenderman.
That's not even slightly normal, I mean, what the shit? Proxies prostrate themselves before it, Runners flee from it or do pants-shiting experiments to understand it...
Paul apparently has conversation's with it....
Antonio also said his wounds were dressed and mended, like it was done by a professional medical doctor... he wore bandages over his left eye, the eye that Ryan gouged out, and his left arm was in a sling... Someone even mended and cleaned his clothes for fucks sake...
What happened in there is not just one of many questions we have to ask Paul when we find him, and were going to start where Antonio's contacts said Ryan was at...
Pittsburgh...
Google maps says that we could get there in maybe a day and a half if we don't take breaks, but considering a certain Proxy buddy of mine never god his god damn license, then yeah were going to take breaks on the way..
We could make there in two days....
We need supplies, and a car, despite what Anon posted, I'm going to have a had time believing that the police wouldn't want to talk to us about the epic shit ton of bodies we've been leaving in our wake lately... Which got me thinking...
Paul had a spare car... a really kick-ass car... A car I know for a fact he didn't "get rid of" like he told me.
Were getting that car that I fell in love with, if were driving cross country, then were doing it in style.
Which was not with me apparently....
"Ow" was what I said about it... but Then Antonio explained where else Paul might have have ended up.... He also told me that Paul was not in the process of being tortured, murdered, he wasn't screaming in terror, or contorted with fear, or fighting to save his life...
Paul looked, according to Antonio, like he was having a normal conversation with the Slenderman.
That's not even slightly normal, I mean, what the shit? Proxies prostrate themselves before it, Runners flee from it or do pants-shiting experiments to understand it...
Paul apparently has conversation's with it....
Antonio also said his wounds were dressed and mended, like it was done by a professional medical doctor... he wore bandages over his left eye, the eye that Ryan gouged out, and his left arm was in a sling... Someone even mended and cleaned his clothes for fucks sake...
What happened in there is not just one of many questions we have to ask Paul when we find him, and were going to start where Antonio's contacts said Ryan was at...
Pittsburgh...
Google maps says that we could get there in maybe a day and a half if we don't take breaks, but considering a certain Proxy buddy of mine never god his god damn license, then yeah were going to take breaks on the way..
We could make there in two days....
We need supplies, and a car, despite what Anon posted, I'm going to have a had time believing that the police wouldn't want to talk to us about the epic shit ton of bodies we've been leaving in our wake lately... Which got me thinking...
Paul had a spare car... a really kick-ass car... A car I know for a fact he didn't "get rid of" like he told me.
Were getting that car that I fell in love with, if were driving cross country, then were doing it in style.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
He's alive!
He's just not here....
So I've been quiet the last few days, Antonio, Manic, and I have been trying to get ready to hit the location we thought Paul would have been taken to...
Manic had speculated that Paul would have been taken somewhere particularly painful to him, I could only think of one place.
The graveyard his mother is buried... Paul was in his teen's when she died and losing her was a rather traumatic incident. I can't think of anywhere else on this earth that he would have been taken....
The night before though... of good lord I don't know what we were thinking, Manic, Antonio and I got all dolled up and went to one of the most expensive restaurants we could find, and pulled a rather epic Dine-and-Dash...
Yeah well that's what I had told them, truth be told while they snuck out, I went and secretly paid for dinner...
Well at this point I'm sure that would put Antonio at ease, poor kid couldn't relax long enough to eat... and Manic... well I don't think he's going to be able to respond for a while....
So lets cut to the chase then... After an early morning drive down to Ocean Shores Wa, where I learned from Paul's dad was where she was buried (that's a conversation I hope to never repeat), it was only a 2 hour drive from where we were holding up...
What we found there was not what I had expected... by a tree, near where Paul's mothers grave was I saw him... Laying there bleeding out from a horrid wound on his side... still bleeding from his damaged eye... like he was just left there... and I swear to god he looked at me....
But it wasn't him... it was a sorta glitchy vision of him... probably from that day after he was taken... He looked at me to say something, like he was telling me to run... then...
Then the vision changed to add the god damn Slenderman... It was my first time seeing it... and even with him not there I almost lost my breakfast looking at it... it was... frankly horror inducing to say the least.... I froze up, Antonio put a hand on my shoulder to calm me, I had forgotten that he was even there.
I couldn't help but tear up at what I saw next... the Slenderman lifted Paul off the ground, wrapping his tentacles around him, burning Paul as he pulled him close to him... Paul was screaming the entire time, only there was not sound... I could see he was still clutching that broken Bokken hilt...
Then I saw something... open behind the Slenderman as Paul was pulled into it as well... I saw the desperate fear as he shook his head looking at the portal... I didn't see what was past it, but Paul did, and it caused him so much terror that... god I started crying on the spot when I saw that...
Manic came up after the Vision... He and Antonio had at that point decided they had to "Walk the Path" to find Paul in there... I have to admit there really was no way I was going in there... but as we were discussing this, a van crashed the gates of the graveyard, and out came about 4 proxies...
It was a hard fight... I mean they were definitely not to scale with either Antonio or Manic... but they did have automatic riffles... while I had a pistol... Antonio threw around his freaky Slender bolts at them, and Manic held his own... It didn't take long for the proxies to run out of anmo and for us to take them down...
My training paid off, I took one of them down myself with a roundhouse kick followed by a stab in the chest via the knife Paul gave me.
I don't know what happened after that, because Antonio was thrown back alone... Manic was going... and Paul, according to Antonio was thrown out as well... Manic sacrificed himself for them... but Paul didn't land here... So shit... I have to wait till Antonio wakes up to get an idea where he ended up, and how were going to get Manic back!
Look if anyone happens to spot him, drop a comment in the meanwhile!
So I've been quiet the last few days, Antonio, Manic, and I have been trying to get ready to hit the location we thought Paul would have been taken to...
Manic had speculated that Paul would have been taken somewhere particularly painful to him, I could only think of one place.
The graveyard his mother is buried... Paul was in his teen's when she died and losing her was a rather traumatic incident. I can't think of anywhere else on this earth that he would have been taken....
The night before though... of good lord I don't know what we were thinking, Manic, Antonio and I got all dolled up and went to one of the most expensive restaurants we could find, and pulled a rather epic Dine-and-Dash...
Yeah well that's what I had told them, truth be told while they snuck out, I went and secretly paid for dinner...
Well at this point I'm sure that would put Antonio at ease, poor kid couldn't relax long enough to eat... and Manic... well I don't think he's going to be able to respond for a while....
So lets cut to the chase then... After an early morning drive down to Ocean Shores Wa, where I learned from Paul's dad was where she was buried (that's a conversation I hope to never repeat), it was only a 2 hour drive from where we were holding up...
What we found there was not what I had expected... by a tree, near where Paul's mothers grave was I saw him... Laying there bleeding out from a horrid wound on his side... still bleeding from his damaged eye... like he was just left there... and I swear to god he looked at me....
But it wasn't him... it was a sorta glitchy vision of him... probably from that day after he was taken... He looked at me to say something, like he was telling me to run... then...
Then the vision changed to add the god damn Slenderman... It was my first time seeing it... and even with him not there I almost lost my breakfast looking at it... it was... frankly horror inducing to say the least.... I froze up, Antonio put a hand on my shoulder to calm me, I had forgotten that he was even there.
I couldn't help but tear up at what I saw next... the Slenderman lifted Paul off the ground, wrapping his tentacles around him, burning Paul as he pulled him close to him... Paul was screaming the entire time, only there was not sound... I could see he was still clutching that broken Bokken hilt...
Then I saw something... open behind the Slenderman as Paul was pulled into it as well... I saw the desperate fear as he shook his head looking at the portal... I didn't see what was past it, but Paul did, and it caused him so much terror that... god I started crying on the spot when I saw that...
Manic came up after the Vision... He and Antonio had at that point decided they had to "Walk the Path" to find Paul in there... I have to admit there really was no way I was going in there... but as we were discussing this, a van crashed the gates of the graveyard, and out came about 4 proxies...
It was a hard fight... I mean they were definitely not to scale with either Antonio or Manic... but they did have automatic riffles... while I had a pistol... Antonio threw around his freaky Slender bolts at them, and Manic held his own... It didn't take long for the proxies to run out of anmo and for us to take them down...
My training paid off, I took one of them down myself with a roundhouse kick followed by a stab in the chest via the knife Paul gave me.
I don't know what happened after that, because Antonio was thrown back alone... Manic was going... and Paul, according to Antonio was thrown out as well... Manic sacrificed himself for them... but Paul didn't land here... So shit... I have to wait till Antonio wakes up to get an idea where he ended up, and how were going to get Manic back!
Look if anyone happens to spot him, drop a comment in the meanwhile!
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Training Montage
Manic and Antonio, with some help from me, might have an idea where Paul was taken. that's good news.... Man has also been giving me some training in fighting....
That hurt.....
But I'm learning, sure he seems to of cribbed his training practices from Draagonball or something, but I think I'm getting better, I won't be taken by surprise again, not like last time. I actually landed a few kicks on him, Antonio's leg is looking allot better even if we could find anyone wiling to not ask questions while operating on it, but Manic had that covered as well...
We just might pull this off... If where we think he is is correct.
That hurt.....
But I'm learning, sure he seems to of cribbed his training practices from Draagonball or something, but I think I'm getting better, I won't be taken by surprise again, not like last time. I actually landed a few kicks on him, Antonio's leg is looking allot better even if we could find anyone wiling to not ask questions while operating on it, but Manic had that covered as well...
We just might pull this off... If where we think he is is correct.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Feeling useless
So I spent the day listening to Antonio and Manic bounce idea's as to how were going to find... Yes were still in the "Find" stage of this project.. Paul..
Okay there in the find stage... right now I'm just being a gloried coffee girl... Yeah I know that this is not my area of expertise... but I just feel so god damn useless... I mean Manic and Antonio have been at it for almost 3 days straight now.
Time is of the essence now... I know the longer we take, the more likely Paul is going to come back damaged.. in a very major way... I had suggested investigating something called the "Path of fallen leaves" to see if we could hopefully get anywhere in finding Paul.... Manic.. well was not polite about shooting down... so here I am back to brewing coffee for the boys again...
I'm sitting here... listening to a coffee pot peculate... holding that piece of Paul's broken Bokken... thinking how useless I was there was well, I couldn't help them fight... I was only able to get out bags to the car so we could bail.... and yeah sure I took down a proxy with my Tazer... but the second Ryan got eyes on me I was out like a light...
I'm not this fucking useless, I know I'm not... But I let Paul, and Antonio down.... and I don't want that to happen again... but what fucking good am I here, I don't even know as much about this as Paul did, and Paul was reading Manic's blog for advice.....
Gods... I better go get them there got damn coffee... they sound frustrated again....
Okay there in the find stage... right now I'm just being a gloried coffee girl... Yeah I know that this is not my area of expertise... but I just feel so god damn useless... I mean Manic and Antonio have been at it for almost 3 days straight now.
Time is of the essence now... I know the longer we take, the more likely Paul is going to come back damaged.. in a very major way... I had suggested investigating something called the "Path of fallen leaves" to see if we could hopefully get anywhere in finding Paul.... Manic.. well was not polite about shooting down... so here I am back to brewing coffee for the boys again...
I'm sitting here... listening to a coffee pot peculate... holding that piece of Paul's broken Bokken... thinking how useless I was there was well, I couldn't help them fight... I was only able to get out bags to the car so we could bail.... and yeah sure I took down a proxy with my Tazer... but the second Ryan got eyes on me I was out like a light...
I'm not this fucking useless, I know I'm not... But I let Paul, and Antonio down.... and I don't want that to happen again... but what fucking good am I here, I don't even know as much about this as Paul did, and Paul was reading Manic's blog for advice.....
Gods... I better go get them there got damn coffee... they sound frustrated again....
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
A recap of recent events
Hey it's Maya... I guess for the short and or long term.. I'll be maintaining Paul's blog....
It's been almost two days since Ryan attacked us, the bastard.... I figured I should get my take on what happened...
Ryan had showed up and while I missed some of the conversation, he pretty much gave Paul an ultimatum... either he could stand with them, or die with us.....
Fucking bastard... in Paul's defense he told Ryan to "Go fuck himself"... I knew I loved him for a reason. Paul demanded answers, that he wanted the truth....
Yeah Ryan told him alright, he told Paul that his family was never real, that he was part of a "Special" project, to see if they could get a particularly strong willed runner to jump sides if they altered his memories... it had almost worked considering he fought Antonio several times and almost killed me in our own apartment.
Paul and I.... the night before.... God damnit Paul why did you have to try and play the hero!
Ryan orders the attack, Paul empties the clip to his hand gun and takes down two proxes before there numbers drove us into the building.... the fighting was floor by floor, Apartment by apartment.... I just barely saved Antonio after one proxy had taken a sledge hammer to his leg, Antonio before then had dropped a few of his buddies I suppose....
I was... Maybe 20 minutes before the rest of them were thrashed of had just plain bailed out of the attack... the few times I saw Paul during that time it was usually finishing off a Proxy that he had in some way been engaged by.... The last time... just before I was captured by Ryan... he had a nasty gash in his right side, and a bloodied nose... his clothes were torn... he was badly beaten by one of them before Paul shot him he told me....
I don't know what happened after that... Paul got Antonio to an emergency exit and antonio made it to a car and escaped to the location Manic met us... well he would have if Manic didn't decide to get premptive and arrive taking out a few proxies outside of the building.
Ryan got me a bit after that, knocked me out briefly...
I woke up on the roof a bit later... Paul was standing there.... looking like the hero I know him to be... hurt.. bloodied... but determined... I don't know what was said before they started fighting... but I was there to watch there fight...
Ryan... he's not like Antonio at all... Antonio uses his power as a proxy like a tool... he has a lot of finesse about him, and his heart doesn't let him abuse that power because he knows where it came from...
Ryan uses that same power like a club.... a weapon only... I was blacking in an out of the fight for the most part... I saw Paul get tossed like a rag doll just blocking a shot, I saw Paul clobber ryan with his Bokken looking like he shattered one of Ryan's arms in the process... I saw....
I saw Paul scream in pain as Ryan gouged one of Paul's eyes with his thumb... then I saw the bastard bleed when Paul stabbed Ryan between the ribs with a switchblade afterwards....
The fight ended after that... Paul was bleeding bad from his left eye... and If I was able to clear my head from... what ever the hell Ryan did.. I might have noticed his broken ribs...
I guess none of that matters not.. we know the rest of the story... Manic got me out of there... and then Slenderman showed up...
It's funny you know... up to that point none of us had ever encountered it... I wonder if we only did now because a number of his minions died... or... I don't know....
We'll get him back, Manic and Antonio are bouncing idea's off each other as to how to find him... we figure he has to be alive.. otherwise the Slenderman would not have taken him...
But if we get him back... will he still be him?
It's been almost two days since Ryan attacked us, the bastard.... I figured I should get my take on what happened...
Ryan had showed up and while I missed some of the conversation, he pretty much gave Paul an ultimatum... either he could stand with them, or die with us.....
Fucking bastard... in Paul's defense he told Ryan to "Go fuck himself"... I knew I loved him for a reason. Paul demanded answers, that he wanted the truth....
Yeah Ryan told him alright, he told Paul that his family was never real, that he was part of a "Special" project, to see if they could get a particularly strong willed runner to jump sides if they altered his memories... it had almost worked considering he fought Antonio several times and almost killed me in our own apartment.
Paul and I.... the night before.... God damnit Paul why did you have to try and play the hero!
Ryan orders the attack, Paul empties the clip to his hand gun and takes down two proxes before there numbers drove us into the building.... the fighting was floor by floor, Apartment by apartment.... I just barely saved Antonio after one proxy had taken a sledge hammer to his leg, Antonio before then had dropped a few of his buddies I suppose....
I was... Maybe 20 minutes before the rest of them were thrashed of had just plain bailed out of the attack... the few times I saw Paul during that time it was usually finishing off a Proxy that he had in some way been engaged by.... The last time... just before I was captured by Ryan... he had a nasty gash in his right side, and a bloodied nose... his clothes were torn... he was badly beaten by one of them before Paul shot him he told me....
I don't know what happened after that... Paul got Antonio to an emergency exit and antonio made it to a car and escaped to the location Manic met us... well he would have if Manic didn't decide to get premptive and arrive taking out a few proxies outside of the building.
Ryan got me a bit after that, knocked me out briefly...
I woke up on the roof a bit later... Paul was standing there.... looking like the hero I know him to be... hurt.. bloodied... but determined... I don't know what was said before they started fighting... but I was there to watch there fight...
Ryan... he's not like Antonio at all... Antonio uses his power as a proxy like a tool... he has a lot of finesse about him, and his heart doesn't let him abuse that power because he knows where it came from...
Ryan uses that same power like a club.... a weapon only... I was blacking in an out of the fight for the most part... I saw Paul get tossed like a rag doll just blocking a shot, I saw Paul clobber ryan with his Bokken looking like he shattered one of Ryan's arms in the process... I saw....
I saw Paul scream in pain as Ryan gouged one of Paul's eyes with his thumb... then I saw the bastard bleed when Paul stabbed Ryan between the ribs with a switchblade afterwards....
The fight ended after that... Paul was bleeding bad from his left eye... and If I was able to clear my head from... what ever the hell Ryan did.. I might have noticed his broken ribs...
I guess none of that matters not.. we know the rest of the story... Manic got me out of there... and then Slenderman showed up...
It's funny you know... up to that point none of us had ever encountered it... I wonder if we only did now because a number of his minions died... or... I don't know....
We'll get him back, Manic and Antonio are bouncing idea's off each other as to how to find him... we figure he has to be alive.. otherwise the Slenderman would not have taken him...
But if we get him back... will he still be him?
Sunday, April 15, 2012
well.... it looks like I lied.....
HE'S here... I just steeped out and I'm looking right at him... he's looking at me... I just sent Manic and Maya away as well.....
HE just showed me my family one last time... I know there not real... I know that now... but it felt good to see them... I know he did it so I would be more accepting as to what happened... HE'S wrong... I'm still going to fight....
I got about 3 broken ribs... and I can't see out of one eye anymore.. I think Ryan blinded me in it... I didn't tell Maya or Manic... was planing on having them patch me up once I saw them....
I'm sorry... I won't be able to beat HIM..... If HE doesn't kill me... you better damn well find a way to rescue me....
Alright Slendy... Show me your moves!!!
One last time
Last time for what I'm not sure...
Antonio is down with a broken leg... I got him to his car and I'm sending him Manic's way to get patched up and evac'd....
But Ryan is on the roof, holding Maya hostage....
He told me I have ten minutes to meet him up there or he will kill her...
I've known Ryan for 11 years... or I thought I did... turns out he was the proxy after all....
None of my memories are real, my family.... my wife and son, are not real....
Now I'm going to go upstairs to what will likely be my death... I'm going to fight and attempt to kill the man who placed there memories in my head...
Ryan... I will kill you even if I die in the process.
Antonio is down with a broken leg... I got him to his car and I'm sending him Manic's way to get patched up and evac'd....
But Ryan is on the roof, holding Maya hostage....
He told me I have ten minutes to meet him up there or he will kill her...
I've known Ryan for 11 years... or I thought I did... turns out he was the proxy after all....
None of my memories are real, my family.... my wife and son, are not real....
Now I'm going to go upstairs to what will likely be my death... I'm going to fight and attempt to kill the man who placed there memories in my head...
Ryan... I will kill you even if I die in the process.
THERE HERE!!!!
This is Maya, I have to make this quick, about... ten minutes ago two black van's pulled up out side, and what looks like... I'm not sure... 10 people stepped out. all wearing white masks...
One of them is not... that must be Ryan, Paul and Antonio already went down to talk to them, Paul has his gun and Bokken, I just came up so I could grab the bags and sneak out the fire exit to the cars...
God help us all.....
One of them is not... that must be Ryan, Paul and Antonio already went down to talk to them, Paul has his gun and Bokken, I just came up so I could grab the bags and sneak out the fire exit to the cars...
God help us all.....
Saturday, April 14, 2012
I'm out of time.
It's Paul posting...
It's been a shit storm of a week hasn't been, my comrade Manic is in state staying up in Seattle, Elaine apparently died earlier in the week... and now I'm sitting in my apartment waiting for, what I thought was two weeks, I guess that's not the case now.
I know my memories are not going to become much clearer than they are now, at this point I just want to go ahead and get everything cleared up... just remembering... won't be enough to sort out fact from fiction.
I decided to not dwell on what's real and what's not, and focus on just making new memories...
Maya, and Antonio are both ready, but it's easy for them, they don't know Ryan like I do...
That was the big revelation that Maya and I hit on, that I never met Ryan in her timeline, I mean shit... that means that he at the least was partially affected by what's affecting me.
Ryan I hope the hell you read this, because this is kinda critical....
I don't think Maya or Antonio is behind it, I mean the attack on the three of us last week cemented that Idea, we know there were proxies passing through and there might be a third party behind all of this that we don't know about, if there were part of team slender, then that would have been a great chance to put me down...
But they didn't, they helped me out Ryan... for for fucks sake man, don't do this, we don't need a war here!
I got your e-mail, I don't want to know what you mean when you said that your "Bumping up the timetable" but don't do this!
Okay everyone, Ryan's army is getting here faster than I gave it credit for, he's speeding things along at a quick pace, I might have hours before he get's here... I got bag's packed and ready for a hasty retreat... if it comes down to it, I'll do what I must....
I'll post an update if I can... I guess the keyword here is if...
It's been a shit storm of a week hasn't been, my comrade Manic is in state staying up in Seattle, Elaine apparently died earlier in the week... and now I'm sitting in my apartment waiting for, what I thought was two weeks, I guess that's not the case now.
I know my memories are not going to become much clearer than they are now, at this point I just want to go ahead and get everything cleared up... just remembering... won't be enough to sort out fact from fiction.
I decided to not dwell on what's real and what's not, and focus on just making new memories...
Maya, and Antonio are both ready, but it's easy for them, they don't know Ryan like I do...
That was the big revelation that Maya and I hit on, that I never met Ryan in her timeline, I mean shit... that means that he at the least was partially affected by what's affecting me.
Ryan I hope the hell you read this, because this is kinda critical....
I don't think Maya or Antonio is behind it, I mean the attack on the three of us last week cemented that Idea, we know there were proxies passing through and there might be a third party behind all of this that we don't know about, if there were part of team slender, then that would have been a great chance to put me down...
But they didn't, they helped me out Ryan... for for fucks sake man, don't do this, we don't need a war here!
I got your e-mail, I don't want to know what you mean when you said that your "Bumping up the timetable" but don't do this!
Okay everyone, Ryan's army is getting here faster than I gave it credit for, he's speeding things along at a quick pace, I might have hours before he get's here... I got bag's packed and ready for a hasty retreat... if it comes down to it, I'll do what I must....
I'll post an update if I can... I guess the keyword here is if...
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Memory 3
Okay this is not Paul, he's out right now buying extra ammo for the pistol. This is actually Maya, because he was having writers block trying to write up how our first date went I volunteered to do it for him. :D
It's okay for me to be here alone, I brought one of my Granddad's hunting shotgun's with me, and Antonio is "Guarding" the Wii right now =_=
I swear he's such a child sometimes, even if he could flick his hand and toss me out the window.
It's okay though, it's better than being home alone right now.
Okay so lets see now, okay our first date.. So as you might have remember if you've been following the blog, that Paul mentioned that I kinda dared him to go on a date with me...
It was the most crazy, wild, awesome, thing I've ever done even if he, well he wasn't always the sharp dressed man he is today. I mean he was nice enough to pick me up from work... but wow.. he was still a mess. He wore this ragged old grey coat, with a couple holes in it, Some shoes with holes in the bottom, stained blue jeans he probably worked in the day before.
Paul was a mess okay! I mean wow, I''m glad I didn't pick him up from home, it would have been hell introducing him to my parents dressed like that, I think me must of thought nothing would come out of it, I mean he gets to go to a free concert, and I get to not get felt up by some drunk asshole. It was a Win-Win situation!
Well as we all know looks are not everything in life, and Paul was a perfect gentlemen, where his clothes were a mess, his car was impeccable, this was before he started to "Batman-out" everything by hiding weapons all over the place.
And was that car was nice, I mean the poor thing died a couple years ago, I think he might still have it somewhere, but he had this sweet 69 Camaro painted in dark blue with silver highlights... It was amazing, I mean I guess at the time he didn't take it out to much.
Sorry off topic, but I'll tell you guys, at the risk of sounding shallow, but I love cars, and that car really made me give Paul a chance. Hell if a guy is going to break out a car that nice to take out on a date in, then you had better give the guy one.
Well there's not much to say about the concert itself, I mean here I am, rocking out like a high schooler to one of the bands my dad used to listen to, and Paul, well I'm bouncing around like the little rocker girl I was, but Paul, he was so... Stoic about the concert, I could tell he was enjoying the music, but it was in a totally different way.
Paul doesn't head bang, he doesn't dance to it, he just stands there and feels the music hit him, like he's letting it pass through him. Sure I might of just be remembering it wrong, he could of been standing there totaly bored out of his skull... But there is one thing about Paul he never told you guys..
Paul wears a hearing aid... He's not completely deaf, but he suffered severe hearing loss as a teenager in his right ear. I didn't notice it because how long his hair was at the time.and he dosen't need to sign or anything, I mean he can hear just find out of the left ear.
Yeah I found that out on our first date, when he was scratching behind his ear and there it is, sticking out of his ear. I just asked a guy with hearing problems to a music concert...
You can imagine how embarrassed I was, But to be fair, he probably didn't know I was blonde at the time since I was dying my hair purple at the time. Okay so that's not even kinda close.
Okay concert's over around... midnight or so, he tells me he doesn't work tomorrow and he's a night person so we go out for coffee on the waterfront... Most of you probably don't know what the Ruston way water front is like, but that late at night, with almost no one there, it's probably the most beautiful spot in the city.... I mean I couldn't help my self, were both sitting there watching the water of the Puget sound, with no one else around, I rest my head on his shoulder, and he puts and arm around me.
We sat like that, for almost 4 hours just talking, it was great.
I may have asked him out on a whim to the concert, but I loved that man by the end of that concert...
What happened after that, well that's just between me and Paul...
It's okay for me to be here alone, I brought one of my Granddad's hunting shotgun's with me, and Antonio is "Guarding" the Wii right now =_=
I swear he's such a child sometimes, even if he could flick his hand and toss me out the window.
It's okay though, it's better than being home alone right now.
Okay so lets see now, okay our first date.. So as you might have remember if you've been following the blog, that Paul mentioned that I kinda dared him to go on a date with me...
It was the most crazy, wild, awesome, thing I've ever done even if he, well he wasn't always the sharp dressed man he is today. I mean he was nice enough to pick me up from work... but wow.. he was still a mess. He wore this ragged old grey coat, with a couple holes in it, Some shoes with holes in the bottom, stained blue jeans he probably worked in the day before.
Paul was a mess okay! I mean wow, I''m glad I didn't pick him up from home, it would have been hell introducing him to my parents dressed like that, I think me must of thought nothing would come out of it, I mean he gets to go to a free concert, and I get to not get felt up by some drunk asshole. It was a Win-Win situation!
Well as we all know looks are not everything in life, and Paul was a perfect gentlemen, where his clothes were a mess, his car was impeccable, this was before he started to "Batman-out" everything by hiding weapons all over the place.
And was that car was nice, I mean the poor thing died a couple years ago, I think he might still have it somewhere, but he had this sweet 69 Camaro painted in dark blue with silver highlights... It was amazing, I mean I guess at the time he didn't take it out to much.
Sorry off topic, but I'll tell you guys, at the risk of sounding shallow, but I love cars, and that car really made me give Paul a chance. Hell if a guy is going to break out a car that nice to take out on a date in, then you had better give the guy one.
Well there's not much to say about the concert itself, I mean here I am, rocking out like a high schooler to one of the bands my dad used to listen to, and Paul, well I'm bouncing around like the little rocker girl I was, but Paul, he was so... Stoic about the concert, I could tell he was enjoying the music, but it was in a totally different way.
Paul doesn't head bang, he doesn't dance to it, he just stands there and feels the music hit him, like he's letting it pass through him. Sure I might of just be remembering it wrong, he could of been standing there totaly bored out of his skull... But there is one thing about Paul he never told you guys..
Paul wears a hearing aid... He's not completely deaf, but he suffered severe hearing loss as a teenager in his right ear. I didn't notice it because how long his hair was at the time.and he dosen't need to sign or anything, I mean he can hear just find out of the left ear.
Yeah I found that out on our first date, when he was scratching behind his ear and there it is, sticking out of his ear. I just asked a guy with hearing problems to a music concert...
You can imagine how embarrassed I was, But to be fair, he probably didn't know I was blonde at the time since I was dying my hair purple at the time. Okay so that's not even kinda close.
Okay concert's over around... midnight or so, he tells me he doesn't work tomorrow and he's a night person so we go out for coffee on the waterfront... Most of you probably don't know what the Ruston way water front is like, but that late at night, with almost no one there, it's probably the most beautiful spot in the city.... I mean I couldn't help my self, were both sitting there watching the water of the Puget sound, with no one else around, I rest my head on his shoulder, and he puts and arm around me.
We sat like that, for almost 4 hours just talking, it was great.
I may have asked him out on a whim to the concert, but I loved that man by the end of that concert...
What happened after that, well that's just between me and Paul...
FYI Shit happened
Pretty much the title here...
We were attacked by proxies tonight, didn't seem related to the going on's around here, I think we were just on there way, there were 5 of them, they didn't seem to tough, I mean not compared to Hoody....
Hoody was there, and I never thought I'd say this but thank god for that, I mean holy shit, I just home early from work, and there outside of the fucking building.
One of them flat out said "Nothing personal" before the five of them charged...
I had my Bokken in the trunk again so I took one down with an, I freely admit, cheep shot to the side of his knee cap, probably broke his leg, but he was out of the fight.
Maya was still in the car, looking for anything to help me out with, I was more or less fucked, there were still 4 of them, and one of them charged me with what, and no shit, this happened, a mother fucking battle axe!
Seriously, where the fuck did someone get one of those!
So there I was, about to get my head split, when Hoody fucking slender walked to the right of the guy and cold cocks the guy with a telekinetic punch that, I'm pretty sure must of killed the guy... there was way to much blood.
So there we were, 3 on three, Maya was out of the car at this point with one of my largish knives that I hide behind the passenger seat...
They charged, I ducked the one who tried to clip me with a pipe wrench, gut shot him with the hilt of my Bokken, and was about to finish him when I got hit in the head with a rock, leaving me open enough for the Proxy to give me a good elbow in the face.
Maya told me later she took the rock tosser out by stabbing him in the shoulder with her knife, and then shocking him with a Taser she keeps in her purse, Self defense of course, so she won her fight first.
Mean while, Hoody managed to get himself in deep with some kung-fu asshole who was actually keeping Hoody tied up, Hoody was of course I later found out, holding back so we could beat them, saying "If I went all out they would have just ran, and who ever they were going for probably wouldn't of made it"
So me an pipe wrench guy was still going at it, he had me flat footed, he was just about to clock me in the skull with that wrench, would have been lethal at that angle and force, I managed to throw my Bokken up and caught him in the wrist, the combined force on his fragile wrist actually might have broken it because all I hear was a scream and him drop the wrench...
I wasn't thinking that at the time, I just pushed him back to get some swinging range, and swung high, I caught him just below the ear, probably shattered his jaw, but I didn't kill him, and he was out like a light...
And just like that, he hit the floor, and the lot of them vanished the way that Hoody did when I beat him, Hoody walked over to us, I'm bleeding from my nose, Maya walks over cleaning the blood off the knife before giving it back to me, I tell her keep it, it's her's now..
She smiles, I smile back.......
Hoody tells us all that they didn't have the strength to Slender-walk out like that... That their boss pulled them out...
This was round one... I know that it's only going to get worse from here, Tacoma has not been "won" by either side... there will be other proxy band's... and there's one more thing...
Ryan's e-mail..... He's coming back to Tacoma....
We have about 15 days before he comes back....
And he *Is* bringing an army with him......
I made the decision, I sat down and let Maya read the blog, she needs to know this is happening, because she could be killed by this..... She doesn't know Ryan she say's.....
So now I have, till 4/25/12 to find my answers... Or we might just all die.....
We were attacked by proxies tonight, didn't seem related to the going on's around here, I think we were just on there way, there were 5 of them, they didn't seem to tough, I mean not compared to Hoody....
Hoody was there, and I never thought I'd say this but thank god for that, I mean holy shit, I just home early from work, and there outside of the fucking building.
One of them flat out said "Nothing personal" before the five of them charged...
I had my Bokken in the trunk again so I took one down with an, I freely admit, cheep shot to the side of his knee cap, probably broke his leg, but he was out of the fight.
Maya was still in the car, looking for anything to help me out with, I was more or less fucked, there were still 4 of them, and one of them charged me with what, and no shit, this happened, a mother fucking battle axe!
Seriously, where the fuck did someone get one of those!
So there I was, about to get my head split, when Hoody fucking slender walked to the right of the guy and cold cocks the guy with a telekinetic punch that, I'm pretty sure must of killed the guy... there was way to much blood.
So there we were, 3 on three, Maya was out of the car at this point with one of my largish knives that I hide behind the passenger seat...
They charged, I ducked the one who tried to clip me with a pipe wrench, gut shot him with the hilt of my Bokken, and was about to finish him when I got hit in the head with a rock, leaving me open enough for the Proxy to give me a good elbow in the face.
Maya told me later she took the rock tosser out by stabbing him in the shoulder with her knife, and then shocking him with a Taser she keeps in her purse, Self defense of course, so she won her fight first.
Mean while, Hoody managed to get himself in deep with some kung-fu asshole who was actually keeping Hoody tied up, Hoody was of course I later found out, holding back so we could beat them, saying "If I went all out they would have just ran, and who ever they were going for probably wouldn't of made it"
So me an pipe wrench guy was still going at it, he had me flat footed, he was just about to clock me in the skull with that wrench, would have been lethal at that angle and force, I managed to throw my Bokken up and caught him in the wrist, the combined force on his fragile wrist actually might have broken it because all I hear was a scream and him drop the wrench...
I wasn't thinking that at the time, I just pushed him back to get some swinging range, and swung high, I caught him just below the ear, probably shattered his jaw, but I didn't kill him, and he was out like a light...
And just like that, he hit the floor, and the lot of them vanished the way that Hoody did when I beat him, Hoody walked over to us, I'm bleeding from my nose, Maya walks over cleaning the blood off the knife before giving it back to me, I tell her keep it, it's her's now..
She smiles, I smile back.......
Hoody tells us all that they didn't have the strength to Slender-walk out like that... That their boss pulled them out...
This was round one... I know that it's only going to get worse from here, Tacoma has not been "won" by either side... there will be other proxy band's... and there's one more thing...
Ryan's e-mail..... He's coming back to Tacoma....
We have about 15 days before he comes back....
And he *Is* bringing an army with him......
I made the decision, I sat down and let Maya read the blog, she needs to know this is happening, because she could be killed by this..... She doesn't know Ryan she say's.....
So now I have, till 4/25/12 to find my answers... Or we might just all die.....
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Memory 2
Okay so several days ago I opted to post about how I met my wife, to compare and contrast, I'll post the differences in a sort of timeline at the end of the post.
Well unlike the last post where Maya remembers my college grant falling through, I do remember starting college early on in 2006, yeah yeah, I started college late at around 25, I spent allot of time at home helping my dad with his dinner, so sue me.
Alright, so, I want to say before my second quarter there, I only made it through 2 full quarters before the grant fell through in this timeline, I fell in with a group of like minded people....
Okay they were LARPer's and SCA folk, I mean hell as we established I'm a trained Kendo practitioner, I won't claim to be qualified to teach it, but it's been a long time Hobby of mine, for at least the last 7 years, Ironically this was true in both timelines. so 2005, I started Kendo classes.
The nerd quotient was high with us, We would every third weekend of the month, take these PVC pipe's Wrap them up in foam and duck tape, and beat the spit out of each other in one of the nearby parks for a few hours, having fun, mostly....
At one of these events, I met the woman I would eventually marry...
God we must of looked ridiculous there, here I am in some Ren-Fair getup, wearing a pained barrel plastic chest plate sitting and have drinks with a woman in what could be described politely as a some-watt "Revealing" dress...we really hit it off, well as well as we can
Heh... Yeah turns out she was there with her brother... A big... ugly, son of a bitch.
I'm of course talking about Ryan..... Okay yeah I didn't mention that before now, sorry, for some reason it didn't seem to mater who she was related to, I guess that helps explain a bit of Ryan's anger right?
Hell I knew the guy at that point for about... oh... well heck I'm thinking 5 years at that point, I didn't even know he had a sister, he never brought her up, and she was just back from college back east.
So he walks up rather pissed and tells me that "If you wanted to get to know my sister, your going to have to fight me for the right"
Well who the hell am I going to say no, Lets ignore the fact that he had started Kendo around that time as well, he never rode it as far as I did, but at the time, we were equals at it.
So there I was dueling for the affections of my best friends sister, we fought it out for what felt like an hour, but in the Late-spring sun, something rare in Tacoma, we didn't care, the dual was long and hard, and just when he was about to defeat me, I got the final blow, I rolled out of his overheads chop, clipped him in the back of his knees and took his head.
Later Ryan would tell me that he was secretly okay with me talking to his sister, because at least he knew I was a good man, unlike other guys she's dated.
As the evening wore on, the three of us, had dinner, at a familiar diner that Maya had mentioned, my Wife and I would go there many times in the next few years, before it went under in 2009...
The year we god married....
.
.
.
.
Sorry for dropping that Ryan, I know you asked me not to mention it but, it's important if i'm going to sort all this out, and frankly, I think it would help explain your motivations for wanting to find and wipe out this second proxy, I know you think it's Maya, but we don't know that yet.
Okay as you might have noticed this story creates a major hole that needs addressed, as I recall mentioning, My wife's family, doesn't remember me, except for Ryan, who does remember me, I think he still remembers me because of the lost girlfriend he mentioned, Sarah.
Ryan and I have both lost to the proxy's, were just handling it differently I suppose.
Okay now that we got the "How we met" stuff out of the way, here's a time line of collected events, I left my wife's and son's vanishing out of it for now. because, well I don't know, it feels wrong to time line that. I'll add to it as time rolls on, as you can see a few events match up. Ryan's an ace card I'm keeping in the wings, I won't ask Maya about him until the need comes up.
Year
2001 - (October) I meet Ryan in an online gaming chat (Wife-line)
2005 - (March) Started Kendo Classes (Both-Lines)
2006 - (January) Stated college (Wife-Line)
2006 - (May) Met wife at college (Wife-Line)
2006 - (September) Started work at the Plastic factory (wife-line)
2007
2008 - (December)Met Maya in Diner (Maya-Line)
2008
2009 - (June) The diner burned down (Both-Lines?)
2009 - (July) I get married to my wife (Wife-Line)
2010 - (March) My son is born (Wife-Line)
2011 - (July) Got inked with Hoody and Maya (Maya-Line)
2012 - (February) ****THE BLOG STARTS HERE****
Unless something comes up, my next post will be in a few days, about Maya's story about our first date. The Concert.
Well unlike the last post where Maya remembers my college grant falling through, I do remember starting college early on in 2006, yeah yeah, I started college late at around 25, I spent allot of time at home helping my dad with his dinner, so sue me.
Alright, so, I want to say before my second quarter there, I only made it through 2 full quarters before the grant fell through in this timeline, I fell in with a group of like minded people....
Okay they were LARPer's and SCA folk, I mean hell as we established I'm a trained Kendo practitioner, I won't claim to be qualified to teach it, but it's been a long time Hobby of mine, for at least the last 7 years, Ironically this was true in both timelines. so 2005, I started Kendo classes.
The nerd quotient was high with us, We would every third weekend of the month, take these PVC pipe's Wrap them up in foam and duck tape, and beat the spit out of each other in one of the nearby parks for a few hours, having fun, mostly....
At one of these events, I met the woman I would eventually marry...
God we must of looked ridiculous there, here I am in some Ren-Fair getup, wearing a pained barrel plastic chest plate sitting and have drinks with a woman in what could be described politely as a some-watt "Revealing" dress...we really hit it off, well as well as we can
Heh... Yeah turns out she was there with her brother... A big... ugly, son of a bitch.
I'm of course talking about Ryan..... Okay yeah I didn't mention that before now, sorry, for some reason it didn't seem to mater who she was related to, I guess that helps explain a bit of Ryan's anger right?
Hell I knew the guy at that point for about... oh... well heck I'm thinking 5 years at that point, I didn't even know he had a sister, he never brought her up, and she was just back from college back east.
So he walks up rather pissed and tells me that "If you wanted to get to know my sister, your going to have to fight me for the right"
Well who the hell am I going to say no, Lets ignore the fact that he had started Kendo around that time as well, he never rode it as far as I did, but at the time, we were equals at it.
So there I was dueling for the affections of my best friends sister, we fought it out for what felt like an hour, but in the Late-spring sun, something rare in Tacoma, we didn't care, the dual was long and hard, and just when he was about to defeat me, I got the final blow, I rolled out of his overheads chop, clipped him in the back of his knees and took his head.
Later Ryan would tell me that he was secretly okay with me talking to his sister, because at least he knew I was a good man, unlike other guys she's dated.
As the evening wore on, the three of us, had dinner, at a familiar diner that Maya had mentioned, my Wife and I would go there many times in the next few years, before it went under in 2009...
The year we god married....
.
.
.
.
Sorry for dropping that Ryan, I know you asked me not to mention it but, it's important if i'm going to sort all this out, and frankly, I think it would help explain your motivations for wanting to find and wipe out this second proxy, I know you think it's Maya, but we don't know that yet.
Okay as you might have noticed this story creates a major hole that needs addressed, as I recall mentioning, My wife's family, doesn't remember me, except for Ryan, who does remember me, I think he still remembers me because of the lost girlfriend he mentioned, Sarah.
Ryan and I have both lost to the proxy's, were just handling it differently I suppose.
Okay now that we got the "How we met" stuff out of the way, here's a time line of collected events, I left my wife's and son's vanishing out of it for now. because, well I don't know, it feels wrong to time line that. I'll add to it as time rolls on, as you can see a few events match up. Ryan's an ace card I'm keeping in the wings, I won't ask Maya about him until the need comes up.
Year
2001 - (October) I meet Ryan in an online gaming chat (Wife-line)
2005 - (March) Started Kendo Classes (Both-Lines)
2006 - (January) Stated college (Wife-Line)
2006 - (May) Met wife at college (Wife-Line)
2006 - (September) Started work at the Plastic factory (wife-line)
2007
2008 - (December)Met Maya in Diner (Maya-Line)
2008
2009 - (June) The diner burned down (Both-Lines?)
2009 - (July) I get married to my wife (Wife-Line)
2010 - (March) My son is born (Wife-Line)
2011 - (July) Got inked with Hoody and Maya (Maya-Line)
2012 - (February) ****THE BLOG STARTS HERE****
Unless something comes up, my next post will be in a few days, about Maya's story about our first date. The Concert.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Memory
So here's Maya's story about how we met, as I promised... It really... sounds nice you know?
She tells me about the day we met... We had met in a Diner, just like I had posted previously, that she was working at the time, she was living at home with family, and I was still at a point where I struggling to make due here in Tacoma, living check by check, living off noodles and the like. so far this matches up.
It had been apparently one of those rare cases I could afford to go out to eat, and it was apparently breakfast, at the time I worked Graveyard for a steel factory, and frankly, the pay sucked at the time, so I had just scraped enough together to enjoy a proper breakfast, and there she was, talking about some concert she was saving up for, that she was probably not going to because of some dick she was dating at the time had been caught with, what she politely called "a former friend"
I remember that time well, the band was AC/DC... this would have place this day around December 2008, I was probably still wearing around that torn up dark grey coat, because I couldn't afford one, I can see my self as, well wearing aged clothed, faded pants, probably sporting a five o'clock shadow since I didn't shave daily back then, probably had some bags under my eyes since I was just off work, didn't work the next day, so I'd stay up and get some running around town, by bus of course, I couldn't afford the car yet, likely paying bills, and what have you.
I actually called bullshit as to what happened next, I remember myself being the listening type, not the speak up and butt into a conversation type.
I had reportedly said, sipping on coffee "Then why don't you take someone else, I mean you want to go to the concert right? Is the person going with you really going to make the concert that much better?"
Maya chuckles and said she must of had the biggest "what the fuck" face ever but she smiled "Oh and your bum ass would know about a getting cheated on?"
I laughed, probably sleep deprived "Oh you poor girl, if I look homeless to you then I really do need to go shopping for some new clothes" I must of been a riot at this point.
Now this next part sounds like me, "Okay kiddo, I know that you haven't joined the real world yet, if the best complaint you can come up with is 'oh no, I don't have a date to the concert this weekend', then you got it pretty easy. I work 44 hours a week at a steel factory, because my college grant didn't come through, so I can't even afford to move back home. This humble breakfast I'm finishing up probably took about 3 weeks to save up for. But hey, not being able to go see the Jonas Brothers because your boy toy was sucking face was 'Mary Rotten-crotch' is pretty serious though."
I'd feel pretty smug from just dressing a girl like that down, but then she asked me, in what I'm sure was in a way that would have blown my fucking mind at that point "Alright then, what are you doing this weekend?"
I blinked then asked "Why do you want to know?"
She had apparently then smirked this cute little smirk and asked "Because I'd bet your the type who'd like AC/DC"
Well of course at this point, I'm told it would have been rude to say no, I gave her the number to the shitty camera-less ten key to low tech for a color screen, cellphone I was using, she gives me the number for the clam-shell styled full qwerty keyboarded dual screened phone that was considered top of the line at the time. and I tell her "I'll let you know when I wake up, I'm going home and going to bed till later on today"
I'll pick her story up to that weekend another time, but I want to post some of my own memories to the blog in a day or so... About how I met my wife.
She tells me about the day we met... We had met in a Diner, just like I had posted previously, that she was working at the time, she was living at home with family, and I was still at a point where I struggling to make due here in Tacoma, living check by check, living off noodles and the like. so far this matches up.
It had been apparently one of those rare cases I could afford to go out to eat, and it was apparently breakfast, at the time I worked Graveyard for a steel factory, and frankly, the pay sucked at the time, so I had just scraped enough together to enjoy a proper breakfast, and there she was, talking about some concert she was saving up for, that she was probably not going to because of some dick she was dating at the time had been caught with, what she politely called "a former friend"
I remember that time well, the band was AC/DC... this would have place this day around December 2008, I was probably still wearing around that torn up dark grey coat, because I couldn't afford one, I can see my self as, well wearing aged clothed, faded pants, probably sporting a five o'clock shadow since I didn't shave daily back then, probably had some bags under my eyes since I was just off work, didn't work the next day, so I'd stay up and get some running around town, by bus of course, I couldn't afford the car yet, likely paying bills, and what have you.
I actually called bullshit as to what happened next, I remember myself being the listening type, not the speak up and butt into a conversation type.
I had reportedly said, sipping on coffee "Then why don't you take someone else, I mean you want to go to the concert right? Is the person going with you really going to make the concert that much better?"
Maya chuckles and said she must of had the biggest "what the fuck" face ever but she smiled "Oh and your bum ass would know about a getting cheated on?"
I laughed, probably sleep deprived "Oh you poor girl, if I look homeless to you then I really do need to go shopping for some new clothes" I must of been a riot at this point.
Now this next part sounds like me, "Okay kiddo, I know that you haven't joined the real world yet, if the best complaint you can come up with is 'oh no, I don't have a date to the concert this weekend', then you got it pretty easy. I work 44 hours a week at a steel factory, because my college grant didn't come through, so I can't even afford to move back home. This humble breakfast I'm finishing up probably took about 3 weeks to save up for. But hey, not being able to go see the Jonas Brothers because your boy toy was sucking face was 'Mary Rotten-crotch' is pretty serious though."
I'd feel pretty smug from just dressing a girl like that down, but then she asked me, in what I'm sure was in a way that would have blown my fucking mind at that point "Alright then, what are you doing this weekend?"
I blinked then asked "Why do you want to know?"
She had apparently then smirked this cute little smirk and asked "Because I'd bet your the type who'd like AC/DC"
Well of course at this point, I'm told it would have been rude to say no, I gave her the number to the shitty camera-less ten key to low tech for a color screen, cellphone I was using, she gives me the number for the clam-shell styled full qwerty keyboarded dual screened phone that was considered top of the line at the time. and I tell her "I'll let you know when I wake up, I'm going home and going to bed till later on today"
I'll pick her story up to that weekend another time, but I want to post some of my own memories to the blog in a day or so... About how I met my wife.
Truth
Maya Had apparently lied about contacting Hoody while I was in Levenworth....
She somehow thought this was a good thing, that I wouldn't freak the unholy fuck out about this at all.
She got lucky....
Lucky I don't care the god damn gun around the house or I would probably have to explain why I shot a got damn teenager who showed up at random at my door, completely unarmed and wearing a hoody...
Well my last name is not Zimmerman so I don't think I would have gotten away with it, hey I just wanted you all to know I was thinking of the unfortunate implications of what I'm typing.
So anyways, I learned they were in contact, while Maya was forcing me to watch damn near clockwork orange style some bubbly anime about Japanese girls in high school.
Then again she introduced me to some show called Berserk, so yeah it's not a complete loss.
Anyways, back on topic, she actually invited Hoody, without telling me, while you know, I'm still... What's the word.... Oh yeah, FUCKING PARANOID, about the idea that I potentially false memories of a missing family, and the guy I suspected was the cause, showed up at my door..
So I of course opened the door, saw him there, whipped a switch blade out, and took a pose that screamed "Fucking bring it"...
It really does occur to me, that I have way to many god damn weapons around my apartment, I mean I've had most of these from before it hit the fan around here.
His rebuttal was to hold up a bag containing a 6 pack of root-beer and ice-cream, and a copy of the Wii game Dokapon Kingdom..
I swear to god if If this had happened yesterday, none of you would have believed me.
So I put the knife up, I mean if he brought video games and the ingredients to Root beer floats, then hell I'd had better let him in.
I mean the whole thing was a bit awkward, Hoody was... well quiet... Maya was gloating in the fact she had been kicking my ass, it wasn't until the second float of the night for me, and the third time Maya had shaved my avatar's head and renamed my character "COCKMONGER" (I'm not making this up, the girl anit right) did we actually start talking.
Antonio came out and said that he wasn't the one behind what happened to my family, but he knew who was, but he didn't want to tell me who it was, something about me "Not being ready" and was unsure if I knew this second proxy or not.
I polity let him know that I only knew one Proxy, and he just jacked another one of my towns, and that I would get that fucker back once I unlocked my demon form thing (I'm still not making this up, this game is awesome)
At the end of the night, Hoody had left, leaving Maya and I alone. You know while he was in my place he had his hood off, and only put it back on once he left, he had the Tattoo like Maya and I do.
I asked Maya in the calmest most understanding tone this question can come off as "Maya seriously what the fuck?"
She had replied simply "What did you want me to do? Hide the fact I was in contact with him? Especially when he's the closest thing we have to someone on the inside? We need help if were going to find out what erased your memories."
Frustrated slightly I stated "How do we know it was my memories that were altered? It could have been yours that were altered for all we know"
Maya stepped into my personal space "What do you remember Paul, tell me" She put her hands in mine and looks into my eyes "Please..."
I'm some-watt pissed off at myself for what happened next... I gave into this to easily... if she's the second proxy... then I was playing right into her plan...
"I... remember... a Wife.... and a Son.... Everything was different" I cringe when I realize I had let it slip. but at the same time it was a relief to let my self admit that I remember my family, even if I'm the only ones on earth to remember this
Maya to her credit, well she really is amazing, rather than freak out or overreact that I kept this back from her, sat me down on the credits, and holding my hands in front of me as she sat on the floor in front of me, just asked me "Tell me about them Paul..."
I tell her everything, she way her hair would always be in front of her face in the morning, the way my son would saw "I You" because he couldn't figure out how to say "I love you".
I tell her about the wedding, the church it was in, I tell her about the day my son was born, how I carried him all the way to the nursery ward, I tell him how I melted the first time he opened his eyes and looked at me, the cute mewing noise he made, the fact that he snored by the time he was 2.... or the fact that he was barely 6 lbs at birth, and would eat about 3 ounces of formula at a time.
I tell her about my first date with my wife, the first time we met in college, the moment we realized we were in love, the first time we broke up, for all of 6 hours before we were back together, apologizing for it all. I remember the look on her face when I told her I wanted to spend the rest of my days with her.
Maya just sat there and smiles stroking my hand, not upset, but understanding... if she's telling the truth, then she... we probably had to go through this once before with Hoody...
When I'm done unleashing these bottled up memories, she smiles and hugs me, she says she understands now why I haven't wanted to tell her this. She tells me it's going to be painful sorting out what was real, and what was fiction, but I had helped her sort it all out for Antonio, and she would help me sort it all out.
For a second, I wanted to push her back and scream that it was real... but I didn't.... I asked her to tell me about us, our relationship... for the first time I allowed my self to open to the possibility, that my memories are fake.. I really do blame you for this Manic.. but I sit there, hugging her and listening.
I'll post her story, about the day we met later on after I go crash for about 10 hours.
She somehow thought this was a good thing, that I wouldn't freak the unholy fuck out about this at all.
She got lucky....
Lucky I don't care the god damn gun around the house or I would probably have to explain why I shot a got damn teenager who showed up at random at my door, completely unarmed and wearing a hoody...
Well my last name is not Zimmerman so I don't think I would have gotten away with it, hey I just wanted you all to know I was thinking of the unfortunate implications of what I'm typing.
So anyways, I learned they were in contact, while Maya was forcing me to watch damn near clockwork orange style some bubbly anime about Japanese girls in high school.
Then again she introduced me to some show called Berserk, so yeah it's not a complete loss.
Anyways, back on topic, she actually invited Hoody, without telling me, while you know, I'm still... What's the word.... Oh yeah, FUCKING PARANOID, about the idea that I potentially false memories of a missing family, and the guy I suspected was the cause, showed up at my door..
So I of course opened the door, saw him there, whipped a switch blade out, and took a pose that screamed "Fucking bring it"...
It really does occur to me, that I have way to many god damn weapons around my apartment, I mean I've had most of these from before it hit the fan around here.
His rebuttal was to hold up a bag containing a 6 pack of root-beer and ice-cream, and a copy of the Wii game Dokapon Kingdom..
I swear to god if If this had happened yesterday, none of you would have believed me.
So I put the knife up, I mean if he brought video games and the ingredients to Root beer floats, then hell I'd had better let him in.
I mean the whole thing was a bit awkward, Hoody was... well quiet... Maya was gloating in the fact she had been kicking my ass, it wasn't until the second float of the night for me, and the third time Maya had shaved my avatar's head and renamed my character "COCKMONGER" (I'm not making this up, the girl anit right) did we actually start talking.
Antonio came out and said that he wasn't the one behind what happened to my family, but he knew who was, but he didn't want to tell me who it was, something about me "Not being ready" and was unsure if I knew this second proxy or not.
I polity let him know that I only knew one Proxy, and he just jacked another one of my towns, and that I would get that fucker back once I unlocked my demon form thing (I'm still not making this up, this game is awesome)
At the end of the night, Hoody had left, leaving Maya and I alone. You know while he was in my place he had his hood off, and only put it back on once he left, he had the Tattoo like Maya and I do.
I asked Maya in the calmest most understanding tone this question can come off as "Maya seriously what the fuck?"
She had replied simply "What did you want me to do? Hide the fact I was in contact with him? Especially when he's the closest thing we have to someone on the inside? We need help if were going to find out what erased your memories."
Frustrated slightly I stated "How do we know it was my memories that were altered? It could have been yours that were altered for all we know"
Maya stepped into my personal space "What do you remember Paul, tell me" She put her hands in mine and looks into my eyes "Please..."
I'm some-watt pissed off at myself for what happened next... I gave into this to easily... if she's the second proxy... then I was playing right into her plan...
"I... remember... a Wife.... and a Son.... Everything was different" I cringe when I realize I had let it slip. but at the same time it was a relief to let my self admit that I remember my family, even if I'm the only ones on earth to remember this
Maya to her credit, well she really is amazing, rather than freak out or overreact that I kept this back from her, sat me down on the credits, and holding my hands in front of me as she sat on the floor in front of me, just asked me "Tell me about them Paul..."
I tell her everything, she way her hair would always be in front of her face in the morning, the way my son would saw "I You" because he couldn't figure out how to say "I love you".
I tell her about the wedding, the church it was in, I tell her about the day my son was born, how I carried him all the way to the nursery ward, I tell him how I melted the first time he opened his eyes and looked at me, the cute mewing noise he made, the fact that he snored by the time he was 2.... or the fact that he was barely 6 lbs at birth, and would eat about 3 ounces of formula at a time.
I tell her about my first date with my wife, the first time we met in college, the moment we realized we were in love, the first time we broke up, for all of 6 hours before we were back together, apologizing for it all. I remember the look on her face when I told her I wanted to spend the rest of my days with her.
Maya just sat there and smiles stroking my hand, not upset, but understanding... if she's telling the truth, then she... we probably had to go through this once before with Hoody...
When I'm done unleashing these bottled up memories, she smiles and hugs me, she says she understands now why I haven't wanted to tell her this. She tells me it's going to be painful sorting out what was real, and what was fiction, but I had helped her sort it all out for Antonio, and she would help me sort it all out.
For a second, I wanted to push her back and scream that it was real... but I didn't.... I asked her to tell me about us, our relationship... for the first time I allowed my self to open to the possibility, that my memories are fake.. I really do blame you for this Manic.. but I sit there, hugging her and listening.
I'll post her story, about the day we met later on after I go crash for about 10 hours.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)