Monday, 13 June 2011


Ok ok. Tonight. We're meeting. Ten minutes or so from now. Joel has been pretty quiet recently, getting himself together and we're walking there and typing this message. The location is an abandoned office block, still not going to give the city, it's too risky. I don't want to risk leading the Wolf there. We checked it out during daylight but it's dark now. Thus making anything we saw then, ten times creepier...

Also, we've set a post, a little message from each of us should we not make it or have the time to reset the post timer. If we don't, it probably means we're either, dead. (The best possibility as far as I can tell.) Kidnapped. Hallowed or god knows what...

Of course, this implies that we're gonna die!!!!11!!!11!!!! We've walked into dangerous situations before and come out breathing. I feel good about this... Even though I do, I still have my new best friend. It's a cricket bat. Joel let me draw a smiley face on it. It's called Batamon. I don't want to use Batamon, but if I have to, then I have to. 

I wonder, if I hit Slendy in the face with it, whilst the ink was still wet, would the imprint be enough to give him a face so everyone likes him?

Everyone needs a little bit of sillyness, even if they're running, especially when they're running. It distracts me from the pain in my shoulder and my finger.



  1. its good to keep humor, helps keep the crazy away

  2. Heh.

    Nice new setup, by the way.