Dear god you would not imagine the two weeks I've had.
I quite literally spent a fortnight in a toilet.
I mean... I like shitting as much as the next guy. A nice long shit is 5 minutes in solitude and silence. Possibly with a book, maybe just reflecting on the universe. There is an untapped joy in having a shit that the masses of society really have yet to discover.
But hiding in a toilet from an obscure scientific society that wants to use you as a lab-rat that have three agents on the other side of the blocked door really isn't my sort of thing.
Ever lived off cereal bars and coke for a couple of weeks? well I have and it ain' purty.
I don't know what happened, exactly. I only saw the bloody aftermath, and heard quite a few screams. Nothing seemed eaten though. Merely torn apart, so I'm thinking it's the tall git.
I think I probably need a new hotel before I go searching for Casey, don't you?
Monday 13 August 2012
Saturday 28 July 2012
Mosquitos
I arrived at the address to find it was a rather run-down hotel in the east-end of the city. When I stepped into the lobby, Andrew was waiting in a suit and tie, sat reading a copy of The Times with his legs crossed. He got up, shook my hand and explained that he knew of the blog, and that he had plane tickets booked for the next day. He also told me to be less specific about exact locations, so I've decided to go along with that policy for the time being.
With a nod to the receptionist, she got up and opened a door leading into what I originally thought would be a cupboard, but was in fact a staircase into the basement. As I descended down the metal steps behind him, he began to explain what the RDPD are.
The Research Department for Paranormal Disturbances are a loosely government based organisation that specify in retrieving and experimenting on supernatural and paranormal stuff. The reason they attacked the MCO facility was because they wished to strap me down and use me as bait for the "sevescori" as Andrew called it. Andrew tried to get me away from both organisations because frankly, what the MCO wanted to do, and was doing, wasn't any better. They'd been extracting skin, blood, bone marrow etc. samples from me while I was sleeping in their facility, to try and see if there are any physical factors involved in choosing who they hunt. After they were done with this, they were planning on killing me...which is a pretty shitty fate as well.
He didn't know too much about the MCO themselves, apart from the fact that their proper name and title is the "Maelstrom Containment Operation", and that they'd shut down all mentions of the seedeater online to the best of their ability, only faltering in the instance of seedeater.blogspot.com, where the shut-down was a temporary matter. They try their best to uphold the "ordinances", thus allowing the hunt to go undisturbed and not make it any worse.
oshit I'm late for my plane...I'll make a less messy post when I've gotten to the hotel. Hang on, Casey...I'm comin' for ya!
Did I mention I now have myself 10,000 pounds? :3
Did I mention I now have myself 10,000 pounds? :3
Thursday 26 July 2012
In london
going to meet up with the agent tomorrow.
If I'm lucky I'll get plane tickets to portland, look at the comments of the last post for an explanation I need to go
If I'm lucky I'll get plane tickets to portland, look at the comments of the last post for an explanation I need to go
Monday 23 July 2012
Casey?
I just saw casey's comment on "An Overdue Explanation I"
What do you need help with?
What's even fucking happened with you?
look...please try to talk to me... contact me on skype if need be.
just talk to me.
What do you need help with?
What's even fucking happened with you?
look...please try to talk to me... contact me on skype if need be.
just talk to me.
An Overdue Explanation Part II
Sorry for the incomplete post. I was interrupted by one of the MCO coming into the cafe. I took the train down south a bit more. I'm now in a rather obscure town near the coast.
Anyway...as I was saying.
I broke a vent and climbed through the tight space for about 6 metres or so before turning a corner and clambering into a dusty and dark maintenance tunnel. The air seemed heavy and humid and the space ahead of me was tight and claustrophobic. I edged along to a bend roughly 10 metres ahead, my path dimly illuminated by the glow of my laptop (ok...so I carried my laptop with me...it may be clunky, but it's practical!). Tremors from the explosions shook the tunnel, causing dust and rubble to fall to the ground and, on occasion, me.
Eventually I turned the corner to see a door on the other side with a dimly glowing fire escape sign above it. I started to run towards it. Through a vent I could make out the faint sound of gunfire. The bunker sounded as if it had been fully breached.
Moments before I could push the door open, it blasted outwards sending me reeling back. I cried out with pain as the dust settled before me. The door had been completely knocked off its hinges, as well as a few chunks of the wall surrounding the frame. In the now open space stood the seedeater, glaring at me. This time there were no apologies for the pain, or begging for mercy. It was desperate and hungry. I tried to get to my feet, but it was too late. The monstrosity was already charging towards me, tackling me to the ground and pinning me down.
The rest was somewhat of a blur to me, but to my understanding a couple of "RDPD" agents burst through the gap, firing at the creature. This just pissed him off... as he grabbed me by the head, smashed the back of my skull into the ground (which hurt like a bitch, might I add) and ran off to the guy shooting at him. I don't know exactly what happened then, as I was fading out of consciousness...but by the look of what we could recover of that guys body after he was done with him...'Seedy must have been pretty damn hungy.
When I regained consciousness a few hours later, an RDPD agent was leaning over me, tending to my wounds and by the looks of it, holding back tears.He told me his name was Andrew and that he couldn't stay long, but that we should meet up in London at an address he had put inside my bag, but I shouldn't turn up any sooner than the 27th of July. He claimed that he would reveal all soon...but that I shouldn't trust the MCO, as their intent towards me wasn't exactly benevolent.
He gave me a marked map of the quickest way out of the facility and into the great outdoors again, and went off to tell the RDPD that I had been sighted heading west, whereas I had actually been instructed to head east.
Since then I've been on the move constantly...It's only been the last few nights that I've not been hounded for enough time to find an internet connection and get down to business.
The worst thing? They've frozen my family's accounts now. I have maybe £200 of funds left over and that's it.
I don't know what to do for the next few days.
Survive, I guess. I'm good at that.
Anyway...as I was saying.
I broke a vent and climbed through the tight space for about 6 metres or so before turning a corner and clambering into a dusty and dark maintenance tunnel. The air seemed heavy and humid and the space ahead of me was tight and claustrophobic. I edged along to a bend roughly 10 metres ahead, my path dimly illuminated by the glow of my laptop (ok...so I carried my laptop with me...it may be clunky, but it's practical!). Tremors from the explosions shook the tunnel, causing dust and rubble to fall to the ground and, on occasion, me.
Eventually I turned the corner to see a door on the other side with a dimly glowing fire escape sign above it. I started to run towards it. Through a vent I could make out the faint sound of gunfire. The bunker sounded as if it had been fully breached.
Moments before I could push the door open, it blasted outwards sending me reeling back. I cried out with pain as the dust settled before me. The door had been completely knocked off its hinges, as well as a few chunks of the wall surrounding the frame. In the now open space stood the seedeater, glaring at me. This time there were no apologies for the pain, or begging for mercy. It was desperate and hungry. I tried to get to my feet, but it was too late. The monstrosity was already charging towards me, tackling me to the ground and pinning me down.
The rest was somewhat of a blur to me, but to my understanding a couple of "RDPD" agents burst through the gap, firing at the creature. This just pissed him off... as he grabbed me by the head, smashed the back of my skull into the ground (which hurt like a bitch, might I add) and ran off to the guy shooting at him. I don't know exactly what happened then, as I was fading out of consciousness...but by the look of what we could recover of that guys body after he was done with him...'Seedy must have been pretty damn hungy.
When I regained consciousness a few hours later, an RDPD agent was leaning over me, tending to my wounds and by the looks of it, holding back tears.He told me his name was Andrew and that he couldn't stay long, but that we should meet up in London at an address he had put inside my bag, but I shouldn't turn up any sooner than the 27th of July. He claimed that he would reveal all soon...but that I shouldn't trust the MCO, as their intent towards me wasn't exactly benevolent.
He gave me a marked map of the quickest way out of the facility and into the great outdoors again, and went off to tell the RDPD that I had been sighted heading west, whereas I had actually been instructed to head east.
Since then I've been on the move constantly...It's only been the last few nights that I've not been hounded for enough time to find an internet connection and get down to business.
The worst thing? They've frozen my family's accounts now. I have maybe £200 of funds left over and that's it.
I don't know what to do for the next few days.
Survive, I guess. I'm good at that.
Saturday 21 July 2012
An overdue explanation
I'm sorry I haven't been able to post this sooner. The power completely went out for quite a long time and...yeah...I've relocated by now.
After making that post about the estate agent looking around the house I was staying in, I had decided to head south again by train. I stopped at Woking and then decided to spend the day walking South-West to West Clandon to lie low. By about 1 pm I was passing through Kingfield, when I was approached by the policeman who gave me weird looks at the station, dressed in a slightly dirty suit with what looked like a bullet-proof jacket underneath. He claimed he knew what it was I was up against, and the "MCO could help".
I was desperate at the time...I had no idea on what to do, apart from running.
So I took the lift he was offering, as stupid an idea as it may have been. Please...understand that I was desperate.
I had no choice.
Anyway...he took me to some sort of armoured van or something. A woman clutching some sort of rifle opened up the back from inside and beckoned me in. They all looked pretty nervous and on the edge...In the darkness of the back of the van, I could make out what looked like a filled bodybag strapped down behind the driver's seat. I later found out that they'd been trying to capture the seedeater and failed, as they normally do.
When we arrived, I was forced to put on a blindfold and be led into the bunker I was staying in. It was a cold and bare place, clearly built for practicality rather than comfort. The only furniture around was placed in the dining area and in the dormitories. I wasn't allowed in most of the bunker, and they wouldn't tell me much about why they wanted me.
But it was after a few days of me staying there, that the siege itself took place. I was woken up to humongous boom, and dust falling upon my bunk. Everyone seemed to be in panic and disarray. No one really spoke to me, yet again, for the first few hours. Eventually Sarah, one of the nicer guards (I.E: someone who acknowledged my existence), told me she couldn't tell me too much right now, but that I might have to be led away into a safer place. All I could catch from the staff were murmurings of the "RDPD" going "rouge" and that it was "Probably over the boy" which, as you could probably imagine, made me feel like shit.
People were presumably being hurt due to me...and I didn't even know why. Most of the guards avoided me...resented me. I was a burden and nobody would fucking tell me why I was there, why they were fighting for me and how they could "help".
My internet was dying pretty frequently, but it was that night that I turned up for Puppet's livestream. I was hoping to talk to him about now...but I gather that he's...not available right now. It's times like these when I miss Casey, too. Those two were all I had left.
A few days into the internet having completely gone out, and the sound of gunfire becoming more and more frequent, I was ushered into a small room even further underground by two armed guards in their pure black uniform. The room itself was furnished with nothing but a bed, dim lamp and a plug socket. I spent a lot of my time playing minecraft and trying not to panic too much.
Needless to say, my attempts to stay calm were fruitless. I bro
After making that post about the estate agent looking around the house I was staying in, I had decided to head south again by train. I stopped at Woking and then decided to spend the day walking South-West to West Clandon to lie low. By about 1 pm I was passing through Kingfield, when I was approached by the policeman who gave me weird looks at the station, dressed in a slightly dirty suit with what looked like a bullet-proof jacket underneath. He claimed he knew what it was I was up against, and the "MCO could help".
I was desperate at the time...I had no idea on what to do, apart from running.
So I took the lift he was offering, as stupid an idea as it may have been. Please...understand that I was desperate.
I had no choice.
Anyway...he took me to some sort of armoured van or something. A woman clutching some sort of rifle opened up the back from inside and beckoned me in. They all looked pretty nervous and on the edge...In the darkness of the back of the van, I could make out what looked like a filled bodybag strapped down behind the driver's seat. I later found out that they'd been trying to capture the seedeater and failed, as they normally do.
When we arrived, I was forced to put on a blindfold and be led into the bunker I was staying in. It was a cold and bare place, clearly built for practicality rather than comfort. The only furniture around was placed in the dining area and in the dormitories. I wasn't allowed in most of the bunker, and they wouldn't tell me much about why they wanted me.
But it was after a few days of me staying there, that the siege itself took place. I was woken up to humongous boom, and dust falling upon my bunk. Everyone seemed to be in panic and disarray. No one really spoke to me, yet again, for the first few hours. Eventually Sarah, one of the nicer guards (I.E: someone who acknowledged my existence), told me she couldn't tell me too much right now, but that I might have to be led away into a safer place. All I could catch from the staff were murmurings of the "RDPD" going "rouge" and that it was "Probably over the boy" which, as you could probably imagine, made me feel like shit.
People were presumably being hurt due to me...and I didn't even know why. Most of the guards avoided me...resented me. I was a burden and nobody would fucking tell me why I was there, why they were fighting for me and how they could "help".
My internet was dying pretty frequently, but it was that night that I turned up for Puppet's livestream. I was hoping to talk to him about now...but I gather that he's...not available right now. It's times like these when I miss Casey, too. Those two were all I had left.
A few days into the internet having completely gone out, and the sound of gunfire becoming more and more frequent, I was ushered into a small room even further underground by two armed guards in their pure black uniform. The room itself was furnished with nothing but a bed, dim lamp and a plug socket. I spent a lot of my time playing minecraft and trying not to panic too much.
Needless to say, my attempts to stay calm were fruitless. I bro
Thursday 28 June 2012
I'm safe for now
I can't say much because they might find us.
But the compound's safe. I know that much.
Shit the internet's about to go out. I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
But the compound's safe. I know that much.
Shit the internet's about to go out. I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
Saturday 16 June 2012
A Human Threat
I just spent all morning hiding under a loose floorboard.
why?
fucking estate agents.
If any of them find out I'm here, it's bye, bye for me. I might have to move soon. London was probably a bad idea, in hindsight...not vary many places to sleep around here, whereas in the country you can fairly comfortably steal a tent and live in that for a while.
then again, I fucking hate camping...and They seem to not like it around here (or at least I've not seen them around recently)
why?
fucking estate agents.
If any of them find out I'm here, it's bye, bye for me. I might have to move soon. London was probably a bad idea, in hindsight...not vary many places to sleep around here, whereas in the country you can fairly comfortably steal a tent and live in that for a while.
then again, I fucking hate camping...and They seem to not like it around here (or at least I've not seen them around recently)
Friday 15 June 2012
Finally found a decent place to stay
A nice currently empty home next to an internet cafe.
Stable internet.
This is good.
I must hug it.
Stable internet.
This is good.
I must hug it.
Tuesday 12 June 2012
On the road
Well...Cycle paths mostly.
I've managed to stay with friends for a few days, claiming that my grandparents were called away on urgent business....but it got the the point where I had no choice but to go back to the house, find as many credit and debit cards as I possibly can and get hold of some cash. I'm heading out towards london right now. I don't know what I'm going to do when I get there, but it feels like a good starting point for whatever it is I'm going to do. I've only had minor encounters since I made my way to london. The more urbanised the area the less frequent the sightings of the CumGuzzler (see what I did there?) are becoming. Usually I just see him lurking in trees or whatever...but last night he approached me by the side of a main road, begging for forgiveness again. I just got back on my bike and sped on, trying not to cry. It doesn't matter that he didn't do it...it's what he did afterwards that makes it unbearable to look at it. I used to feel sorry for that monster sometimes. I used to pity that fucking thing.
I'll try and update when I get to London. Sorry for my absence.
I'll try and update when I get to London. Sorry for my absence.
Monday 4 June 2012
I should probably explain
You know...rather than posting psychotic gibberish.
I don't even know why I posted it. I just needed to vent, I guess.
My grandparents are gone. The tall one tore them apart before my very eyes and then when he left the seedeater ate them while begging for forgiveness. I don't want to further discuss the matter.
I'm not staying much longer. I'll try and keep you updated but I dont know if I'm going to have consistent internet.
there's nothing left for me here. if anything, it's dangerous to stay. the blood and silence from my grandparents will get noticed sooner or later.
Sunday 3 June 2012
tendrils
tearing, ripping, rending
blood, muscle, sinews, bone all gone all scattered all broken all torn
it TORE THEM APART before my eyes. there is a PRICE to pay for PROTECTION it seems. all was red. the room, the floor, the forest. it flung them like they were nothing but the merest speck of dust on the chessboard.
then he came and he feasted off what he could find and he growled and he moaned and he pleaded for forgiveness but I didn't care I didn't listen I was hollow all is hollow
oh god what do I do
where do I go?
Saturday 26 May 2012
it's been quite some weekend all round
looking at our little group...everything's gone to shit. Casey seems to think he can make the tall bastard bleed and god knows what's happening to puppet right now.
Things are somewhat safer for me now, however. My grandparents are back, which tends to mean that eldritch fuckery quietens down for a few days.
I think I might actually sleep tonight. I've been getting by on 30 minute naps spread throughout the day right now xD
Things are somewhat safer for me now, however. My grandparents are back, which tends to mean that eldritch fuckery quietens down for a few days.
I think I might actually sleep tonight. I've been getting by on 30 minute naps spread throughout the day right now xD
Friday 25 May 2012
Trapped
So much happened last night I dont even know where to start.
Shit. I think that's the best word to describe it. A whole lot of shit descended upon my home and has left me under house arrest for the time being.
It all started at about 3 am when I heard a huge THUD against the door, as if something was throwing its full weight against it. I bolted up, grabbed my war club (it's primitive but effective. got to love the Maoris ) and got closer to the door.
Our friendly neighborhood "Seedeater" was there, desperately trying to break through. He rammed into it, shoulder first, one more time before sitting back and looking up at me helplessly. I couldn't see his exposed eye clearly...but it looked like he was pleading for help. I heard him start whimpering to himself. Something about being "so hungry", "so sorry" and then starting to growl about "broken promises" and reflecting on why he "never trusted anyone before anyway".
I don't know why I began to pity that monster...but I started to unlock the door. It felt like the right thing to do at the time and I don't fully understand the thoughts running through my own mind at the time. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking. As I started to swing the door open, it raised its head brightly. It began to rise up from the ground, thanking me.
The moment it began to encroach upon me, I came to my senses and slammed the door in its face. It was at this exact moment that the other guy...this "slenderman" figure...suddenly appeared directly on the other side of the door. There was no fade or transition. It was a case of "one second he's there, the next he's not".
He was standing at about 7 and a half foot, per usual. He sort of had his arms outstretched, tentacles emerging from his back like before. I ran to a higher floor, bringing what bedding I could. As I started running up, I caught sight of his hands turning into a twisting mass of tendrils, rushing out to ensnare him. He roared out and ripped the tendrils off. The tall cunt showed no real evidence of pain. he just stood there with his torn arms still flailing at the stumps, looking at him with no blood evidently dripping.
A few hours later I decided to creep down and grab my laptop. There was no sign of them near by bedroom, though in the morning I caught a glimpse of the seedeater feasting upon a few of the tentacles and tendrils he ripped off. He looked disgusted, but he was desperate for meat.
I get the feeling he doesn't like hunting children at all, with the way he was apologising. . I think he's just desperate for food.
I'm just glad my grandparents are back tomorrow. They are only gone for two nights.
Shit. I think that's the best word to describe it. A whole lot of shit descended upon my home and has left me under house arrest for the time being.
It all started at about 3 am when I heard a huge THUD against the door, as if something was throwing its full weight against it. I bolted up, grabbed my war club (it's primitive but effective. got to love the Maoris ) and got closer to the door.
Our friendly neighborhood "Seedeater" was there, desperately trying to break through. He rammed into it, shoulder first, one more time before sitting back and looking up at me helplessly. I couldn't see his exposed eye clearly...but it looked like he was pleading for help. I heard him start whimpering to himself. Something about being "so hungry", "so sorry" and then starting to growl about "broken promises" and reflecting on why he "never trusted anyone before anyway".
I don't know why I began to pity that monster...but I started to unlock the door. It felt like the right thing to do at the time and I don't fully understand the thoughts running through my own mind at the time. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking. As I started to swing the door open, it raised its head brightly. It began to rise up from the ground, thanking me.
The moment it began to encroach upon me, I came to my senses and slammed the door in its face. It was at this exact moment that the other guy...this "slenderman" figure...suddenly appeared directly on the other side of the door. There was no fade or transition. It was a case of "one second he's there, the next he's not".
He was standing at about 7 and a half foot, per usual. He sort of had his arms outstretched, tentacles emerging from his back like before. I ran to a higher floor, bringing what bedding I could. As I started running up, I caught sight of his hands turning into a twisting mass of tendrils, rushing out to ensnare him. He roared out and ripped the tendrils off. The tall cunt showed no real evidence of pain. he just stood there with his torn arms still flailing at the stumps, looking at him with no blood evidently dripping.
A few hours later I decided to creep down and grab my laptop. There was no sign of them near by bedroom, though in the morning I caught a glimpse of the seedeater feasting upon a few of the tentacles and tendrils he ripped off. He looked disgusted, but he was desperate for meat.
I get the feeling he doesn't like hunting children at all, with the way he was apologising. . I think he's just desperate for food.
I'm just glad my grandparents are back tomorrow. They are only gone for two nights.
Wednesday 23 May 2012
And another...
Hello Puppet.
As I said to Casey, may this be the start of a beautiful friendship :P
Isn't this a nice little community we have going? "Eldritch Creature Victim's Anonymous" or something.
god I'm desperately unfunny.
As I said to Casey, may this be the start of a beautiful friendship :P
Isn't this a nice little community we have going? "Eldritch Creature Victim's Anonymous" or something.
god I'm desperately unfunny.
Tuesday 22 May 2012
Monday 21 May 2012
Further Research.
I looked over those blogs and managed to put a name to the...face? Of the other guy.
"Slender Man"
It sounds like a diet milkshake.
I've done some googling of his name, MarbleHornets popped up as one of the first results so I gave it a watch. It doesn't feel the same...so I'm going to call bullshit on that one.I've started looking at other things too, just to see how they feel and as an opportunity to see if there's any weakness I can exploit if he turns up again.
what I've seen of him from other channels feels right.
Which means I'm not alone.
I'm going to work with this "Casey" guy if he accepts me. I hate to be a parasite, but he's got more experience.
but he's got really heavy problems of his own...also serious trust issues since he lost a girl in his care... so I'm not convinced he's going to let me keep in touch :/
"Slender Man"
It sounds like a diet milkshake.
I've done some googling of his name, MarbleHornets popped up as one of the first results so I gave it a watch. It doesn't feel the same...so I'm going to call bullshit on that one.I've started looking at other things too, just to see how they feel and as an opportunity to see if there's any weakness I can exploit if he turns up again.
what I've seen of him from other channels feels right.
Which means I'm not alone.
I'm going to work with this "Casey" guy if he accepts me. I hate to be a parasite, but he's got more experience.
but he's got really heavy problems of his own...also serious trust issues since he lost a girl in his care... so I'm not convinced he's going to let me keep in touch :/
Sunday 20 May 2012
I found this written on a word document.
It was on my desktop. I've not looked over the links enclosed yet.
Dear Mark,
Can I call you Mark? It seems to be the most friendly name to call you. I would like to be friends. It seems someone we both know is interested in something only you both know. Someone I know could use some help. It only seems fit to close the circle and introduce you two. Stephen Casey, homicidal kid with a daughter. Well, not a real daughter of course. That's what I'm here to talk to you about. It seems Stephen has been caught up in the spell of a creature unlike any I've ever seen. And now, the one we both know has gotten himself interested in this creature. This means you are open for attack, Mark. This means it benefits all of us for you to help my little friend. Or at least try.
http://openarmsandclosedeyes.blogspot.com/2012/03/this-is-me.html
http://scdiaries.blogspot.com/2012/05/my-eyes-are-open.html
Remember to stay happy, friend. Consider my offer. Stay Smiling.
Whoever this is, they know something.
And if they can help, I wont even bother raging at them using my laptop.
Dear Mark,
Can I call you Mark? It seems to be the most friendly name to call you. I would like to be friends. It seems someone we both know is interested in something only you both know. Someone I know could use some help. It only seems fit to close the circle and introduce you two. Stephen Casey, homicidal kid with a daughter. Well, not a real daughter of course. That's what I'm here to talk to you about. It seems Stephen has been caught up in the spell of a creature unlike any I've ever seen. And now, the one we both know has gotten himself interested in this creature. This means you are open for attack, Mark. This means it benefits all of us for you to help my little friend. Or at least try.
http://openarmsandclosedeyes.blogspot.com/2012/03/this-is-me.html
http://scdiaries.blogspot.com/2012/05/my-eyes-are-open.html
Remember to stay happy, friend. Consider my offer. Stay Smiling.
Whoever this is, they know something.
And if they can help, I wont even bother raging at them using my laptop.
Saturday 19 May 2012
A disheartening day of research.
Guess what guys? I found out some more about this "seedeater" thing!
And guess what? He's virtually unstoppable and seriously fucks shit up.
yaaaaaaaaaaay.
Basically, I googled Seedeater and the third result was a blog called "seedeater experiences" (http://www.seedeater.blogspot.co.uk/). After reading through all the testimonies to the website and following the personal experiences of the guy running the blog, Cliff Howry, I found out that it wants to eat me and might be a tiny bit pissed off that I'm talking about it.
You see these tears?
Tears of joy.
Obviously.
And guess what? He's virtually unstoppable and seriously fucks shit up.
yaaaaaaaaaaay.
Basically, I googled Seedeater and the third result was a blog called "seedeater experiences" (http://www.seedeater.blogspot.co.uk/). After reading through all the testimonies to the website and following the personal experiences of the guy running the blog, Cliff Howry, I found out that it wants to eat me and might be a tiny bit pissed off that I'm talking about it.
You see these tears?
Tears of joy.
Obviously.
Friday 18 May 2012
The Case Study Thing of Stuff
All personal notes on this will be in these fancy-ass italics. This is...interesting...to say the least...and yes, this does look like it was written by someone with a love for SCPs xD
A lot of pages seem to be purposefully ripped and blotted out with black ink. Only the first part came out fully unscathed. Ink splodges are shown by nice HoL style open brackets :3
Subject: [REDACTED]
Alternate Titles: "Seedeater", "Ragface", [REDACTED], [REDACTED]
I'll look these up later...See if any results come up
Terms of Containment: N/A
Well it's nice to know they've never managed to catch him
Risk: High
It's also nice to know how dangerous he is
Priority: High
but they at least want to catch him. Yay.
Description: Subject often described as tall, heavily clothed and wearing a strange conical leather mask stitched along the center and along one shut eye. Subject is also noted as having abnormally long limbs, however not to the extent of Subject S[ ]n, who is occasionally sighted in the vicinity of said Subject. Subject is also speculated to be associated with creatures such as T[ ]e, S[ ] and other [ ] related phenomena.
Behavior: Subject fixates themselves upon individual targets with the aim to [ ] them. Targets are always observed to be within the 6-16 age bracket. Although there was once speculation regarding multiple
[ ] current theories suggest that Subject can merely will himself to be in multiple locations across sp[ ]me. Any attempt to obstruct Subject's hunt is strictly forbidden. Any failure to acknowledge this protocol will result in immediate termination. Previous attempts to obstruct the hunt have been catastrophic, often resulting in [REDACTED]
Addendum: Standard protocol dictates that any personnel approaching Subject must have at least level [REDACTED] clearance. In NO CIRCUMSTANCES (this was underlined by hand) may Subject's hunt be obstructed. Any failure to comply will result in immediate terminati
And the rest of the paper was inked out thickly by hand or ripped so much it wasn't recognisable.
Judging by what this says, what we're dealing with definitely ISN'T human. I had sorta guessed that regarding the other guy, but I was never completely sure with this "seedeater" fellow.
I'm going to do some research. Maybe I can get some answers.
I'll keep you posted
A lot of pages seem to be purposefully ripped and blotted out with black ink. Only the first part came out fully unscathed. Ink splodges are shown by nice HoL style open brackets :3
Subject: [REDACTED]
Alternate Titles: "Seedeater", "Ragface", [REDACTED], [REDACTED]
I'll look these up later...See if any results come up
Terms of Containment: N/A
Well it's nice to know they've never managed to catch him
Risk: High
It's also nice to know how dangerous he is
Priority: High
but they at least want to catch him. Yay.
Description: Subject often described as tall, heavily clothed and wearing a strange conical leather mask stitched along the center and along one shut eye. Subject is also noted as having abnormally long limbs, however not to the extent of Subject S[ ]n, who is occasionally sighted in the vicinity of said Subject. Subject is also speculated to be associated with creatures such as T[ ]e, S[ ] and other [ ] related phenomena.
Behavior: Subject fixates themselves upon individual targets with the aim to [ ] them. Targets are always observed to be within the 6-16 age bracket. Although there was once speculation regarding multiple
[ ] current theories suggest that Subject can merely will himself to be in multiple locations across sp[ ]me. Any attempt to obstruct Subject's hunt is strictly forbidden. Any failure to acknowledge this protocol will result in immediate termination. Previous attempts to obstruct the hunt have been catastrophic, often resulting in [REDACTED]
Addendum: Standard protocol dictates that any personnel approaching Subject must have at least level [REDACTED] clearance. In NO CIRCUMSTANCES (this was underlined by hand) may Subject's hunt be obstructed. Any failure to comply will result in immediate terminati
And the rest of the paper was inked out thickly by hand or ripped so much it wasn't recognisable.
Judging by what this says, what we're dealing with definitely ISN'T human. I had sorta guessed that regarding the other guy, but I was never completely sure with this "seedeater" fellow.
I'm going to do some research. Maybe I can get some answers.
I'll keep you posted
wut.
I arrived home to find some sort of paper left on my pillow.
I'm going to look through this...but...the fuck?
Who left this here? D:
I'm going to look through this...but...the fuck?
Who left this here? D:
Thursday 17 May 2012
Productivity
I finally manned up and went to the police today.
They basically told me, in a roundabout way, to piss off and that they weren't interested.
But judging by how one of the officers down the hall was glaring at me, I think they must have had some form of run in and they're trying to avoid it.
Or I'm just actively seeking conspiracies. Either could be the case.
They basically told me, in a roundabout way, to piss off and that they weren't interested.
But judging by how one of the officers down the hall was glaring at me, I think they must have had some form of run in and they're trying to avoid it.
Or I'm just actively seeking conspiracies. Either could be the case.
Tuesday 15 May 2012
The Weekend
I meant to write about this last night, but I collapsed from exhaustion at about 9 and slept through till 7, for once O.o
After that last post I decided to set up camp upstairs. I moved my xbox, bedding, laptop...everything I possibly could, up to the living room. I opened up the door into the balcony briefly at about 3am to hear its heavy, rasping breathing but I couldn't see it anywhere. I tried my best to sleep, but only caught 2 hours or so.
I didn't go out the next day. I stayed upstairs with my xbox, only really getting up to check through the blinds once every couple of hours, or grab some soup (soup is amazing in conditions like that)
That night, however, shit hit the fan again. Everything was deathly still and quiet. Unlike the night before, it wasn't the noise that scared me but the absence of it. I decided to check out the balcony again when I saw it...Not the one with the weird mask, but the tall one. He was wearing a black business suit, just staring at me through the gloom.
Then the masked one started rattling at the glass doors downstairs. I thought they were going to shatter and break, but for some reason he couldn't damage them, despite how fragile they should have been. The noise made me jump, however. I broke eye-contact with the guy in the suit and then, suddenly, there was not sign of him anywhere in my garden.
I turned away to try and barricade the doors, just in case they got in, but the tall one was standing right behind me. He must have been about 8 foot tall as he was nearly scraping against my ceiling.
But his face... It was completely blank, non-existent...and then he began to raise his arms outstretched to me, as if beckoning for a hug...but tendrils began to come out from his back, writing tentacles everywhere...exploring every crevice of the room.
And then he was gone.
No rattling, no man and no scratches.
Just silence.
After that last post I decided to set up camp upstairs. I moved my xbox, bedding, laptop...everything I possibly could, up to the living room. I opened up the door into the balcony briefly at about 3am to hear its heavy, rasping breathing but I couldn't see it anywhere. I tried my best to sleep, but only caught 2 hours or so.
I didn't go out the next day. I stayed upstairs with my xbox, only really getting up to check through the blinds once every couple of hours, or grab some soup (soup is amazing in conditions like that)
That night, however, shit hit the fan again. Everything was deathly still and quiet. Unlike the night before, it wasn't the noise that scared me but the absence of it. I decided to check out the balcony again when I saw it...Not the one with the weird mask, but the tall one. He was wearing a black business suit, just staring at me through the gloom.
Then the masked one started rattling at the glass doors downstairs. I thought they were going to shatter and break, but for some reason he couldn't damage them, despite how fragile they should have been. The noise made me jump, however. I broke eye-contact with the guy in the suit and then, suddenly, there was not sign of him anywhere in my garden.
I turned away to try and barricade the doors, just in case they got in, but the tall one was standing right behind me. He must have been about 8 foot tall as he was nearly scraping against my ceiling.
But his face... It was completely blank, non-existent...and then he began to raise his arms outstretched to me, as if beckoning for a hug...but tendrils began to come out from his back, writing tentacles everywhere...exploring every crevice of the room.
And then he was gone.
No rattling, no man and no scratches.
Just silence.
Friday 11 May 2012
O.o
I decided to investigate the scratching outside for once. I didn't see any foxes, but that homeless guy was there instead...trying to claw his way in or something. I didn't go out fully, but he spotted the partially opened door.
Remember when I said he was tall? Yeah...he's about 6ft I would say. He stood up, his legs unfurling as he rose from a crouch, and started to sort of hunch over. his arms were freakishly long, coming down to a couple of inches above its ankles and he started growling at me. His mask looks like it's leather or something...it's stitched up along the middle, and across one eye
I dashed inside and locked the door...I don't know if he's still standing out there...but I'm not sure what to do. My grandparents are gone for the weekend, which leaves me here alone.
What sort of weirdo is he?
He doesn't even seem human.
Remember when I said he was tall? Yeah...he's about 6ft I would say. He stood up, his legs unfurling as he rose from a crouch, and started to sort of hunch over. his arms were freakishly long, coming down to a couple of inches above its ankles and he started growling at me. His mask looks like it's leather or something...it's stitched up along the middle, and across one eye
I dashed inside and locked the door...I don't know if he's still standing out there...but I'm not sure what to do. My grandparents are gone for the weekend, which leaves me here alone.
What sort of weirdo is he?
He doesn't even seem human.
Monday 7 May 2012
Heh
that weird homeless guy has a friend, I think.
I didn't get a clear look through the undergrowth, but the one in the dressing gown was hunched up at the edge of the forest, where it borders my garden, and then there was another guy, slightly further back into the branches.
Damn he looked tall xD
I didn't get a clear look through the undergrowth, but the one in the dressing gown was hunched up at the edge of the forest, where it borders my garden, and then there was another guy, slightly further back into the branches.
Damn he looked tall xD
it takes a lot for a TV show to make me cry
But dear god...Avatar ;_;
Can I have a Uncle Iroh, please? <3
Can I have a Uncle Iroh, please? <3
Saturday 5 May 2012
An interesting walk in the forest
picture this, if you please.
There's me, strolling through the woods I own, minding my business. Sun's streaming through the trees, I'm filled with swag, all the usual stuff.
And then I encounter what looked like some weird homeless guy, huddled and muttering about how it's "Nearly time" or some other weird bullshit. He was wearing what I would guess was random shit he'd found lying around, like a dressing gown and some boots and, when he turned his head slightly, what looked like a conical mask or something.
And then I encounter what looked like some weird homeless guy, huddled and muttering about how it's "Nearly time" or some other weird bullshit. He was wearing what I would guess was random shit he'd found lying around, like a dressing gown and some boots and, when he turned his head slightly, what looked like a conical mask or something.
Well, being the Good Samaritan that I am, I told him I wouldn't let my family find out and pointed him in the direction of an old hut made of sticks that I helped make ages ago, though I have no idea if it's still standing.
He's probably harmless, but I don't think I'm going to go too close to him. I made a point of keeping back a few meters, as he looked pretty tall and fairly strong.
I'm going to keep my word about telling people, though. No one will know as long as he isn't a problem.
Wednesday 2 May 2012
Procrastination
I'm avoiding studying for this exam tomorrow.
Let's talk about foxes again, as that's the only inconvenience in my life that isn't looking like it's going to end any time soon.
I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but my bedroom is on ground level with a glass door looking out onto the forest. This means all those evil little foxy orange bastards come out of that forest and immediately start scratching away at my wall. Though these bastards are a lot bigger than I imagined. I've only had one direct encounter with a fox, but I guess that must have been a baby or something because one of the marks left was pretty fucking deep, considering it was left with their claws.
I hate all the things xD
Let's talk about foxes again, as that's the only inconvenience in my life that isn't looking like it's going to end any time soon.
I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but my bedroom is on ground level with a glass door looking out onto the forest. This means all those evil little foxy orange bastards come out of that forest and immediately start scratching away at my wall. Though these bastards are a lot bigger than I imagined. I've only had one direct encounter with a fox, but I guess that must have been a baby or something because one of the marks left was pretty fucking deep, considering it was left with their claws.
I hate all the things xD
Saturday 28 April 2012
Yet another sleepless night
I can hear what sounds like foxes outside my room, and they're being fucking loud. Eh...I've got better things to do anyway. Audiosurf awaits! :3
Sunday 22 April 2012
uuuuuurgh
School again tomorrow :C
This saddens me greatly.
Greater than you shall ever know, empty silence.
GOD DAMNIT EMPTY SILENCE WHY DO YOU NEVER RESPOND TO MY POSTS? :C
Ah...I forgot you were empty.
and silent.
hence the empty silence thing.
This saddens me greatly.
Greater than you shall ever know, empty silence.
GOD DAMNIT EMPTY SILENCE WHY DO YOU NEVER RESPOND TO MY POSTS? :C
Ah...I forgot you were empty.
and silent.
hence the empty silence thing.
Friday 20 April 2012
I should update this more
Yeah...I think I'm going to do more regular posts because...yeah...it's something to keep me occupied xD
Even if I have no readers
DAMN YOU NON-EXISTENT READERS
anywhom....I shall just talk about mundane things
firstly, school is a motherfuckbitch (which is now a word, fuck you oxford dictionary) that has left me exhausted AND with piles of homework every day
yaaaaaaaay
and, secondly, I hate foxes with a fiery passion.
Seriously....I live in the middle of the countryside where there is plenty of food and they still try to rummage through my bins. What the fuck? Now there's rubbish all torn up on the path that I have to clean up D:<
I'm used to foxes doing stuff like this, but that's mostly in urban areas. we don't get urbanised scavenger foxes. We get respectable gentleman foxes who should not be pulling this shit off.
BRB BUYING SHOTGUN
Tuesday 17 April 2012
Friday 13 April 2012
fucking storms
seriously.
why?
it was sunny earlier...now it's all descended into lightning and shit
fuck that
fuck all the things
every one of them.
why?
it was sunny earlier...now it's all descended into lightning and shit
fuck that
fuck all the things
every one of them.
Wednesday 11 April 2012
pulled an all nighter last night
and I feel like doing it again tonight. I wish I had the freedom to live nocturnally...I feel so much more comfortable at night... I can have more freedom that way...just me and the darkness.
And mountains of porn and games too...because of course that's what every 15 year old wants to do in their spare time :P
In other news: today it rained really fucking hard so I stayed in and read House of Leaves again. Well...a fair amount of it...I'm taking it slower so I can annotate it, this time. Am I a teensy bit obsessed? I think so xD
Anywhom...I'm going to continue reading... adios :P
And mountains of porn and games too...because of course that's what every 15 year old wants to do in their spare time :P
In other news: today it rained really fucking hard so I stayed in and read House of Leaves again. Well...a fair amount of it...I'm taking it slower so I can annotate it, this time. Am I a teensy bit obsessed? I think so xD
Anywhom...I'm going to continue reading... adios :P
Monday 9 April 2012
Further Background
I don't think I really said enough about myself so...yeah...
let's do the things.
I live in England, Surrey to be precise. The town I'm in is pretty quiet...it's right out in the country with forests fucking everywhere (I live in the most forestated county) which makes for good walks, I guess. I'm quite glad to have a quiet place to live in these days. I've already had way too much chaos to be going along with (Which is partly why I currently live with my grandparents)
I'll probably give an account of exactly why I live with them when I'm not in danger of ruining a good mood xD
Anywhom... I need to go and get food, but I hope to have something of value to say tomorrow xD
let's do the things.
I live in England, Surrey to be precise. The town I'm in is pretty quiet...it's right out in the country with forests fucking everywhere (I live in the most forestated county) which makes for good walks, I guess. I'm quite glad to have a quiet place to live in these days. I've already had way too much chaos to be going along with (Which is partly why I currently live with my grandparents)
I'll probably give an account of exactly why I live with them when I'm not in danger of ruining a good mood xD
Anywhom... I need to go and get food, but I hope to have something of value to say tomorrow xD
Saturday 7 April 2012
customary introduction post
hullo thar!
I have no idea why you are reading this blog for it is merely a place for me to post my incessant ramblings with little or no substance, but my name is Mark White and I'm 15 :3
I'll probably post anything I consider mildly interesting or any thoughts I'd like to keep online for me to refer to at a later date. It might be interesting to just look back at myself in a years time or something. See how I've matured or something.
LOL IDK
anywhom, random reader with no reason to be here, it's good to see you :D
kthxbai
I have no idea why you are reading this blog for it is merely a place for me to post my incessant ramblings with little or no substance, but my name is Mark White and I'm 15 :3
I'll probably post anything I consider mildly interesting or any thoughts I'd like to keep online for me to refer to at a later date. It might be interesting to just look back at myself in a years time or something. See how I've matured or something.
LOL IDK
anywhom, random reader with no reason to be here, it's good to see you :D
kthxbai
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