Merry Christmas

HO HO HO! Time to find out if that "Santa is the Anti-Slendy" theory hold true!

Happy Thanksgiving

God knows we all need something to be happy about.

White

He can't see me. He won't believe you if you tell him. I'm here to watch, and if need be, intervene. Call me White. And remember.
He has eyes in the forest.

Calm

I'm calmer, or at least not about to throw up. Some of you may laugh at me, but here's what I was talking about.
http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3150591&userid=0&perpage=40&pagenumber=1
I didn't think websites could be haunted. It's all fine and dandy aside from the weird pictures, until you get to him. Few pages in I think. You get this sort of gut feeling that something is horribly wrong, that something is just at the edge of your awareness. It is a fear not to different from the fear of the dark we all had as kids. And it will fucking stick with you. I'm gonna go listen to music and eat dinner. You guys stay safe.

Home

I visited His home. His birthplace. His origin. If there was ever a place with a more oppressive vibe, I have not found it. He's there. He's always there. Like a fog on the soul. I saw where He started. I don't think I'll sleep for days. I may not ever sleep again. But when I do, I fear I my not wake. So cold.

LORD OF NIGHT

I AM THE GOD OF NIGHT AND CAFFEINE IS MY POPE! ALL BOW BEFORE MY CHEMICLY ENHANCED ALERTNESS! Good God I need sleep.

Right Mind

I have just had enough chocolate to be calm enough to wright this. I don't quite know what happened, but suddenly I'm hearing very indistinct voices saying nothing in particular. Soon they start screaming, again, indistinctly. After a while, I snap and just start hitting my head against stuff and start scribbling illegible rants on any paper I can get my hands on. I think I basically turned one sheet into a solid mass of graphite. I've been huddled in a corner behind a small fort of chairs for the last half hour. Still can't stop shaking. And they still won't shut up. WHY WONT THEY SHUT UP

why wont the screaming stop. WHY WONT THE SCREAMING STOP.

mental

I'm fine physically. I think I'm coming apart at the seams mentally. oh god i cant stop shaking. Things seem to be going wrong, but I can't tell why. why cant i stop shaking. I think I'll go hide now. I CANTGSTAND TOU GUYS YOUR EDJDFFMFJFEAMDSNKUNG wLESD

oh god can't stop shaking WHY CAN'T I STOP SHAKING!

YOUR FAULT

ITS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT ALL BECAUSE OF YOU GUYS DO YOU EVEN CARE WHO GETS HURT YOU TELL US TO FIGHT THE UNFIGHTABLE RESIST THE IRRISTABLE AND WHY SO YOU CAN PLAY FUCKING HERO!

Halloween Night

Since clearly experience has taught me nothing, I dressed as Slendy. I even put lifts in my shoes for added height. Never, ever give a girl in heels a hard time for the rest of your life. I saw him around a bunch of trick-or-treaters, but I chased him off and he vanished in a puff of snickers. Cheeky bastard. woke up next morning with some nasty slendersickness, so I don't think I'll be wearing that costume again anytime soon. Later guys.

FYI

Teleporting into the rain is unbeleivably painfull. I swere as long as I live I will never try it again.

Scorch Marks and Bloodstaines

Sorry for the lull in activity, but my laptop exploded (more on that later). Weird shit happened a few nights ago. I woke up to find something very large, very mean, and very transparent standing over my bed. My initial instinct was to hit it with a pipe I keep next to my bed covered head to to in operator symbols. Imagine my surprise when it passed right through and came out the other side with a few icicles hanging to it. My next reaction was to GTFO and bamf to the other end of the country. This resulted in me watching it pulling itself out of the point I had appeared at. As it did so, I got a good look at it. It was basically a giant floating hooded cloak with claws 6 inches (interior design class has drilled measurements into my head) long coming out of the sleeves. It drifted over to me, and I could feel my blood freezing. I tried to bamf away, but it had me. All I remember after that was passing out and waking up back in my house, covered in ice. As for the exploding laptop, slender paid me a visit the next day, and my laptop, currently just above pen and paper in computational power, went "Fuck you to." and blew up, leaving me with a burnt table. I immediately took my pipe in hand and promptly found myself on the other side of the room leaving a large, man sized dent in the wall. I stood up, ran at him, and found my self going through a window. He looked at me, shook His head and wandered off. I really fucking hate Him. Never a dull moment.

Where I am

I just had a day where I realized how fucking weird things are for me. My first thought is where I live, in that I really don't live anywhere anymore. I left the house when I joined //IT//, returned afterwards, and now am only really in Washington for school and sleep. Other than that, I've been wandering around the country thanks to that trick I learned, and keep in touch with my folks via email and phone. So yeah, kind of weird. One last thing; I saw Him last night. He just sort of stared at me, as though he wanted to say something, and wandered behind a tree, vanishing like the cheeky motherfucker He is. I'm wondering why I still bother with school, but then I realize that a lot of the stuff (NOT LITERATURE) can be kind of useful for fending of Slendy. Physics and math to help understand Him, interior design to learn layouts that can get rid of ways for Him to appear, Chinese if I really need to gtfo, and study skills for my mental well being. History's useless though. Now then, I'm gonna see if there's somewhere with really good Chinese food within walking distance. 

My apoligies

I'm assuming you saw my last post, and are slightly curious as to what happened. The answer is, quite simply, nothing. That is me when I forget my meds. When I am like that, I am simply a normal person with the contrast turned up, being very happy when things go well, and absolutely livid when things go wrong. I shift in and out of that personality throughout the day, but it's not as pronounced, and I have my rational mind to hold me back. When I forget my pills, not so much. So yeah, keep an eye open for that outfit I described, and things should be fine.

allow me to introduce myself. I am the product of arbiter forgetting his antidepressants for a few days. I'm not a seperate person, just a new outlook. and I want all you motherfuckers to know that when you see me coming, run. I can not stand all this stuff, and the next person to get in my way is gonna wake up with some missing parts. Look for sweatpants, a random teeshirt, and a blue suit jacket. Now stay out of my way like this, and we should all just fucking get along. since I'm traveling more, thought I'de warn you about this.

Quick Theory

After reading about Clark's encounter with //it//, an idea struck me. What if the lack of notice, film static and such is not caused by their presence, but in a way, their lack there of. When Clark was noticing //it's//  fear response, he pointed out the lack of interference. I merely ask, what is one other thing associated with fear? Hiding. Admit it, you've cowered behind a couch at least once during a scary scene or movie. What if //it// moved along an axis we cannot access. For those who see the Tall Ones, we can see along that axis, even if only  slightly. The static comes from trying to translate this data to a different form of viewing. Merely a theory. Now if you'll excuse me, I must sleep.

Arbitrary

Slenderman needs to get a girlfriend. No, no insinuations about him and Sandra, no sighting of some slenderwoman, just the thought came to mind while surfing the net after coming across a picture of a mannequin in a nice outfit* that I saw on Sandra's Tumblr. He could use some company, and I sure as hell haven't seen another Tall One that doesn't want him dead. Course, the only other Tall One I've seen is //it//. I just don't want to know what they would do on dates.
What do you want from me? It's still a blog.
*http://sicklysandy.tumblr.com/post/10457035790/lecafeshop-angel-fish

Severing the Ties.

I'm packing up guys. Something new came up in Texas, read up on Sandra's blog for details. I'm severing all ties to //It// and moving my ass out there. Some experiments are in order, there's no way to do it from here. I just hope nothing I've done helped //It// too much. Course, I should also pray that Slendy doesn't stab me on sight when I show up.

Errand Boys

We aren't (often) invisible, though don't bother trying to identify us by our faces, you will not be able to place them. I can't tell you what the rest look like, as It would not be pleased. However, I may reveal myself. Keep an eye open for a man in a blue suit jacket, blue slacks, white t-shirt, red clip on tie, and a black leather hat.
Now that that's over with, I learned a new trick. It's not quite as impressive as what the Tall Ones may do, but I can alter my body to get some decently sized claws. I'd run some tests with it, but for now it hurts like all fuck, so I need to wait for my body to adjust. I'm getting stronger. Soon, I may be more than an errand boy.

I learned a new trick today. The way they travel. Haven't mastered it, so long distances only. And it makes me kinda woozy, but I'm told it will pass. Still, it's something. Minding the responses to my turn, do not view me as a threat, I am a messenger, an errand boy. Errands need not be violent, merely useful. Hardly sporting to turn me into an executioner, after all. Even if I were violent, I would currently be no danger towards an experienced runner. Lastly, don't view me as a complete enemy, I hate the slender man as much as anyone. Pleasant days to you.

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I found It today. I was looking for proxies, I was going to kill them all. Then It confronted me. It made it all so clear. He has been lying. He has been twisting me, forcing my hand. He had to pay. It said It could help. It said he could show me how to do so much more. It said I could learn how to be more than I ever was. Everything's clear now. He had been using me for his schemes since day one. Now He will pay. I will bring about my revenge, my vengance. It has spoken, and I have heard.

Dead

I found tangent yesterday. He's dead. He was hanging from a tree by his intestines. I'm going to kill Him. He has done this, and He's going to pay.

Back Baby

That was really fucking stupid. it kinda went in my favor after I switched weapons from that sword, but then I got royally fucked over. Slendy wasn't to happy with me offing His men, but I hadn't done anything directly to harm Him, so our deal was still in effect. His solution? He brought out a guy build like a fridge in hokey armor carrying a sledge hammer. I now get to type this blog with one hand. Anyway, I have know way of telling whether or not this worked, so I'll just have to wait and see. I'm not to worried about my friends fearing proxies, since I only have 1 friend who isn't a gun nut, and he knows how to use a sword. Lucky bastard.
What the fuck is wrong with you, Arbiter?

Strange Bedfellows

I'm getting worried, and I'm not terribly trusting of Slendy, so I need insurance. I need an ally. I need a beast. I need The Rake.  For the unaware, The Rake is another abomination, white, doglike, and with very big claws. I don't know how exactly I'm gonna get him here. I need a way to get his attention. 
This is gonna suck.
Hey guys, Arbiter is out of his mind. He's getting a mask, a leather jacket, and a sword. If you're curious, the sword was hanging in the living room. I can only keep him here so long. He's going proxy hunting.
This is gonna suck.

overdrive

Things have started going down hill. one of the protected, a man named drew, has been attacked by Slendy. More details at http://ihavetorun.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-on-our-side.html
What this means is that we have to move quickly to figure out how to fight him. Run tests when he's around, remember old anecdotes and experiences.
Hell, who am I kidding. I'm an out of the way source. My words and actions will spread to all of one person. Still, I'm gonna see this threw to the end. I still don't have any idea on how to fight him, but I do know early warning systems can work. Of course, no matter what, we're gonna be facing a major snag. We face an enemy who can teleport. Even if he has to be concealed, which I am not certain of, he's still fast enough to reach concealment, and even if out in the open, he can make fog. Until I can figure out a way to keep him from teleporting, or at least give us a heads up when he does it, then anything we do is pointless. So, new plan. I have to keep him in one place. We have no way at the moment of hurting him, so our only chance is to find some way to keep him from going somewhere else. I can't run any accurate tests on his abilities, so I can only see what works and what doesn't in any given situation.
I wonder how he reacts to acid.

Test One

I managed to pull of this test, sort of. It's tricky to get results when I can often see Slendy, since He doesn't have His little trick turned on me. I grabbed some old toys of mind, one of which happened to involve a camera headset combo the supplies the wearer of the headset live footage of what the (rc car mounted) camera picks up. Carried the little thing with me during the day keeping an eye out for Slender, when suddenly the footage goes on the fritz. I take a look through my non covered eye and see the bastard waving at me. So live footage goes kaput just like any other footage when Slendy gets involved. Can't test to see if I would be able to see him on footage but not directly, but this at least gives us a warning when Slendy is present, even if we can't figure out exactly what it does. Slendy has not agreed to my requests, so I'm hoping Sandra (of H(a)unting) can lend a hand with making him cooperate with the tests. I'll keep seeing what I can do by myself. Who knew eldritch abominations could be so uncooperative.

A theory

I've had a bit of a discussion with some people in the comments of a blog I follow concerning Slendy's invisibility. We have concluded  that he is, in fact, not invisible, but merely unnoticed. I theorize that this is a completely mental effect, as he is plain as day on camera and the like, which is a solely visual and audio medium. I think that this may be related to His camera distorting presence, so it could be a number of things, such as Him trying to cover his tracks as best as he can, or it could merely be a side effect of His unusual abilities. I think a test is in order here. If my theory of it being a mental effect is true, then viewing footage of Him in His presence would carry the same effect as looking at Him. Further tests would require one to see if it would be the same for live footage, footage on a delay, and recorded footage portraying somewhere else. Further research is needed. I may need help.

So as Tangent might have told you SLENDY IS A CHEATING BASTARD I MEAN SERIOUSLY YOU SHOULDN'T BE ABLE TO LOOK AT ME THROUGH THOSE ONE WAY MIRRORS!
Okay, caps off, calm on.
Apparently a lot of proxies have been disapearing around here lately, and Slendy wanted to make sure I had nothing to do with it, as while as making sure I kept my eyes open for any of the missing ones. I figured this was inconsiquental to me, so I pretty much ignored him. Last night I woke up on my couch with a shovel at my side and a white mask on the table. Bastards been messing with me while I've been asleep. Now if only I could find out why. What I know for sure, I'm at risk of whatever's been getting those proxies.

Tangent

Hey, this is Tangent. Arbiter is outside cursing at Slendy. He was pretty pissed when Slendy stared at him through a one way mirror we have in the kitchen. Anyway, I see he told you about me. I spend most of my free time at his place, and I've known about Slendy for a long time now. Anyway, Slendy wanted to talk to Arbiter after the last post, something about local problems, you'd have to ask him yourself if you wanted to know more. Anyway, I realised I've used anyway to many times in this post. This is Tangent, signing off.

Introductions

Alright, all pretense gone, right now. I know Tall Pale and Faceless. Jack Skellington, Noodlekaboodle, That Freaky Guy with Lots of Arms, whatever the hell you wanna call him. Still not comfortable saying His name willy nilly. Anyway, He's got His eye on me, so to speak, but I've taken precautions to try and keep me and my family safe. I see him. A lot. Bastard might not physically harm us, but He has a tendency to show up around my place. Still I live. And I talk. I dunno how, but I've had conversations with him, and it is terrifying. But it is also informative. I ask him questions, and he answers. For now, I don't feel like releasing a lot of personal info, but I will let you know I'm in high school, and live on the west coast of the US. Anyway, I figure it's good to have a paper trail, just in case something goes wrong. I was looking up a something to call myself, and I think I like this one: Arbiter. One last thing, a friend of mind, we'll call him Tangent, will occasionally post here to. He'll post in blue an I'll post in red, so that way you can tell us apart. I have to go now, He's tapping on the window.