Merry fucking Christmas, Pennsylvania. Least I've got a couple friends up here.

Had an awkward conversation with my parents and sister over the phone. That was something I never want to do again. At least it's over now.

I wish that my life was back to normal. Is that too much to ask for Christmas? How about New Year's? Or my birthday?

It's all too much right now. Even Defiled Shepherd is telling me to fall off the grid and just try to stop thinking about all of this, and her first response is usually "let me take over and kill them."

At least I can get writing again. I really missed it. Not too far along, but I have enough ideas to keep the plot moving. No chance of me graduating high school right now, after missing more than two weeks of it, including finals week, so I've got plenty of time.

Don't expect another post for a while. Part of falling off the grid.

See ya eventually.

Hope I'm sane by then.

NY airport tkn
running
update ltr

HE was here. About thirty, maybe forty yards from my window. It was hours ago, I waited until I was calmed down some before making this post.

My plane leaves tomorrow. It's not going to go straight to Cali, though; I have to make a quick stop over in New York, security issues and such.

On the bright side, I've continued my research into the Slender Man. That's probably why he showed up today. Don't really see why, though. Everything I've got has proved inconclusive.

The lost colony of Roanoke? I can't find enough on it to confirm anything whatsoever, and haven't gotten another flesh memory since my first one.

The World Tree Yggdrasil? I can't find anything relevant to the original myths.

How about Loki? If it is him, we're screwed, but I can't find anything that says whether it is or isn't.

Der Grosse Man? I still cannot find that myth that I read about him once, but it freaked the hell out of me once I realized that it was just gone. It doesn't exist on the internet anymore.

The Fae of Celtic mythos? I still haven't looked too deeply into this, but I couldn't find anything too close with a surface glance.

I don't remember if I ever told you of why I think Loki could be the Slender Man. According to the ancient myths, Loki killed Baldr, and ended up chained inside of the earth with a serpent dripping venom on him. The venom could have devolved his features and shapeshifting abilities to what we see on the Slender Man. Loki would only be freed when Ragnarok, the end of the world, was very close.

According to the same myths, Ragnarok would a flooding of the world that leaves only a pair of humans, one man and one woman, alive. If Slendy is actually Loki, we are so screwed.

He's back.

DS here. I finished decoding Josh's last message.

We are done you maz return.

Something must have gotten scrambled somewhere.

I actually finished a few days ago, but Patrick wouldn't give me enough time to make a post. However, now that we have that message, I managed to convince him to return back to his home, to California.

Just in time for the holiday humans call Christmas, no? Now, I think Patrick has something to say to you all.

Hey. It's me. Patrick. I'm sorry for getting so obsessed with my research. It's just... well, I want, no, need to learn about these things.

And now, for the fruits of my endeavors and what they mean to everyone.

First off, the book has a complete listing of all prophecies made in regards to the three Shepherds of the Lost: the Shepherd of the Dead, who is presumed to be deceased and has been missing for thousands of years besides; the Shepherd of the Defiled, who has the fewest prophecies and has the most variables associated with them; and the Shepherd of the Damned, the one who will lead the spirits and demons during the fall of the devils.

Only one thing is known for certain about the Shepherd of the Defiled: he or she is alive, now. I ask you to do me a favor, not so that I may repay it in kind, but so that, after this disaster, this war, is over, we may be able to survive as humankind.

I ask you to devote anything you can to searching for the Shepherd of the Defiled, and, if found, to keep him or her alive.

Here is one of the few prophecies that I have managed to translate completely. I called in a few too many favors for my liking to get this done, but the long term benefits far outweigh my own personal losses.

"The Shepherd of the Defiled shall be one who has never been dead, never been damned, never been contained. The Shepherd shall be made in the century of twenty-one by human definition. Fire shall spring forth when the Shepherd of the Defiled is named, and the heavens themselves shall answer the call of the Defiled."

Good luck, everyone. I'm getting on a plane in a few days.

BOOK!

This book is incredible! I'm only a few pages in, but it already is listing a large number of the demon clans, devil types, and it even talks about the society of spirits!

I might drop off the face of the earth for a while; not literally, but I just want to keep translating this thing. Who knows? I might find something relating to Slender Man in it.

As for Araxor's last post, I still haven't finished decoding it yet. All I've got so far is a translation from binary.

The book just keeps pul

DS here. The halfling left halfway through writing this three hours ago. He let me take over so that he can continue to translate while I eat for him. The things I do for his selfish hopes.

He doesn't really want to say it, but, even though he wants to be ordinary, even though he wants to be just like every normal human in this world, he knows that he is going to have to be extraordinary in the future. He doesn't want to be, and he would rather have someone else claim the glory.

He doesn't even know I'm typing this right now, the stubborn halfing. He's too focused on translating the book that someone threw at him in the hopes that he won't have to be more than others.

I honestly have no idea why that is. Everyone else I have ever known has wanted to be better than everyone else. Patrick is content being common!

The only reason I'm still helping him is because that book contains answers to who I am. I don't remember anything about myself; my past, my name, even what type of being I am!

I just hope the halfling can speed this the Hell up; at the rate he's going, it'll be months before he finds anything of any use.

ENCODED

01010110/01100100

01111010/01110001/01000100

01000011/01101110/01101101/01100100

01111000/01101110/01110100

01101100/01011010/01111001

01010001/01000100/01110011/01110100/01110001/01101101

DS here. I must say, the halfling is really quite shy. When he saw that the main interrogator was to be a fairly attractive woman who seemed only slightly older than him, he downright panicked and all but forced me to take over.

The girl he was infatuated with went by Hermione, and the older one called herself Ursula. Hermione had blonde hair, blue eyes, was thin at the waist, and was about 5'9", making her a few inches taller than the halfling. Her elder, Ursula, had hazel eyes, pale skin, and ginger hair. I'd put her at about 5'8".

Ursula was rather cold and monotonous, so I lost interest in her too quickly in order to focus on Hermione. Just to mess with my halfling, I was a bit too friendly.

I flirted with the witch while she interrogated me. Patrick mentally roughed me up once the questions were over and done with. I must say, the halfling is rather adamant about this issue. I can't really see why, but he has remarkable control over his own mind.

While I was being questioned, and my efforts at flirting ignored and rebuked (been too long since I could woo a woman), Ursula was going through the hotel room, touching pretty much everything. She frowned when she touched the laptop, at which I nearly laughed. The woman was doing something to gauge residual emotion in the things she touched.

Poor halfling never had a girlfrien

That's enough from you, DS. I'll take over from here.

FUCK YOU SLENDY.

Okay, now I'm pissed. I can't even fucking delete the shit that DS wrote above. Damn fucking bastard.

Okay, apparently "he" is actually a "she". Now I am incredibly disturbed that I have a woman in my head. Well, she must be getting some pretty strange vibes up their from time to time... Ew. Stop doing that in there. Because it's my head, that's why.

Oh, erm... whoops?

Most of what she said above was true. I can't speak on some of the details, though; my memory is like a sieve; it lets some stuff out and keeps some in. There were, however, a couple of details she missed.

1: What the interrogation was actually about. Some people have been found dead nearby. Some native Englishmen, others foreigners and immigrants. The only thing that they all had in common was the hooded sweaters they were all wearing. Black, and with an operator symbol drawn with red on the back of it. Some had used electrical tape, some had used paint, some had used what had seemed to be blood.

2: Hermione had witch magic. Now, I'm no expert on that form of human magic, but I don't think that witches are common. DS doesn't even know what a witch is, from what she just said in my head.

3: Ursula had some sort of psychic talent that I've never seen before. She was gleaning emotional residue from anything she touched, and went out of her way to not touch things she didn't need to. She also never spoke during the entire process.

4: Doesn't have anything to do with the interrogation, but it still is something DS didn't notice. I really should get some new clothes soon; the ones I'm wearing need to be washed really soon.

Who needs sleep, anyways?

Defiled Shepherd managed to keep me up half the night with constant chatter in my head and by going through my memories. He is very talkative and inquisitive.

Oh, and he can give me headaches when I badmouth him. Really not liking that right now.

I managed to get a good 3 hours of sleep before saying "fuck it" and downing some caffeine.

On a slightly less personal matter, some people are going through the hotel asking people questions. I don't know about what, yet, but apparently at least one of them is MI6.

I've got a bad feeling that I might need to let Defiled Shepherd take control for a little while soon.

I've got maybe five, ten minutes before they knock on my door.

I'll post another update once I find out what they want and why they're here, if I can.

We have come to an agreement. The Hopper [Defiled Shepherd] shall merge itself with the blogger [housecat94]. The Hopper shall be granted access to approximately thirty percent of the blogger's mental processing capabilities, spiking to approximately seventy percent of the blogger's mental processing capabilities when the blogger feels that the Hopper should be granted freedom of movement. This deal shall be in effect until one or both parties makes the decision to eject the Hopper from the blogger's body.

This is a mutual agreement between the two of us. I just have to meld with his current [host]. Wish me luck!

Never before have I been so happy to get a voice in my head. Mostly because it has never happened before.

Defiled Shepherd

Two things.

1: It seems that Slendy didn't send a dozen proxies, three Agents, and a Neo-Revenant after me in California. The presence of just 1 proxy here seems to tell me that he had a different objective back at my home; he was just trying to kill two birds with one stone.

1b: I call it a Neo-Revenant because of the fact that it didn't have the "superpowers" that the Revenant's recorded in various blogs had. No hyperstrength, no superspeed. What it did have was a portion of Slendy's mental magic.

2: I'm going to try to sketch out a deal with Defiled Shepherd. See if I can get him to fight in my defense while I continue my research. Might require some intense negotiations on my part. Or none at all. He's a mask, I can offer him a body for short amounts of time; I believe I have the advantage.

See ya when I finish.

the young one needs to keep hIs mouth shut better. he might be Able to stop using Me then.

only one this Time. tHat onE was going to die no Matter whAt i did.

if you would Stop being such a little baby, patricK, you wouldn't need me.

and yes, the tall one can't see my message.

On the Book

Alright, so, the book that emaciated chick threw at me (Demons, Devils, and Spirits) is written in Old Daemon, meaning I will only be able to get the gist of the work, at the absolute most.

Old Daemon is the initial language of the Demons, created when they were still setting themselves apart from the Devils, and is written phonetically, for the most part. It is slow going to translate it with my limited knowledge of the language itself, even discounting my complete lack of knowledge on its grammar.

So far, I have the first paragraph partially translated. Bolded words are words that I wasn't able to translate. Bolded words with parentheses after them are words I left untranslated for a reason.


I made a few guesses with the wording. I haven't read it out loud, however. Do not read these words out loud if you can help it. If you do accidentally read a word out loud, please, for the love of all, say "I reject what I have said" in your mind immediately. Failure to do so could potentially result in death.

Old Daemon is made up of power words, after all.


Sie (I assume this means "greetings" or "hello"), readers. I am Prinicio (word for "Strong One", unsure if name). If you are reading this in Makai ("Home"), benoa the book now. If you are from or in Astimenao, jurniosl mansd vertua! If you are Planditajn (translates to something like "humankind" or "manling", often used as an insult), this armnexsh may save your Griksi ("soul-life"). Meniok vetri.

So, while I'm still here in England, I decided to do some sight-seeing. And by that, I mean I walked a few miles in town. While I was walking, something strange happened.

A random house's door suddenly shot open, which was pretty startling to me. A woman was standing there, smoking a cigarette. She was very thin, with bags under her eyes, and I could swear I smelled liquor on her.

She asked me my name. I, not really thinking properly, gave it to her.

She chucked a fucking book at me, then slammed the door shut.

I was still for about a minute after that, just wondering what the fuck had happened. Then I picked up the book and left, taking a round-about route back to the hotel.

The title of the book is Demons, Devils, and Spirits: A Guide to the Supernatural. 


I'm going to start reading this. It's nearly 2000 pages, though, so don't expect me to post everything I read.

Finally

It took most of the day, but I think I finally decoded the second piece to Josh's puzzle. I ended up moving the alphabetical sequence up by two (changing C to A and B to Z sort of thing) and put it into an anagram generator.

The message in that sequence was "he has fled". Was it directed to me? Who was it about?

The piece of shit that hacked my blog and installed himself as an admin, or, as you know him, DefiledShepherd, had a much easier message.

"The Shepherd is here."

For some reason, I don't want to remove him. I know, he's a piece of shit that should go die in a fire, but... I feel a strange kinship with him. I for some reason feel that he needs to be able to stay on like this. Who knows? The fucker might end up doing something useful at some point.

Gonna find a more permanent residence than this. Might go back to California soon.

Gonna go to sleep right after I post this.

Some answers

Okay, I woke up about two hours ago and decided that I'd go ahead and do some deciphering on the message Josh (Araxor) left me. I almost went with binary, but then remembered that, with Josh, nothing is ever that simple.

So, I copied the text as it was and stuck it into a word document. When I did that, I noticed that the 0's made a pattern. So, I highlighted them.

Bingo. Letters encoded in the binary script.

I then reminded myself that it couldn't be that easy. Josh was way too good at ciphers and codes before whatever happened to make him post that.

So, I looked at the letters. The bottom row of binary letters looked to almost be something backwards. I sighed when I remembered half an hour ago that one of his favorite methods of making a secret message was by taking the letters of the alphabet and giving them a numerical order. A was 1, B was 2, C was 3.

That didn't help me much. All it did was make me send the letters through their paces, and, about five minutes ago, I ended up with two words backwards.

Keep running.

That was a rather appropriate message to give me, but I doubt it was directed at me. I'll get back to you on what the top set means; it seems to be an anagram in addition too whatever else he planted.

I also need to get my head around this new time zone. At least in a plane some time passes. I don't have jet lag, I have teleport lag.

Really strange shit been going on. I'm pissed and terrified right now.

Proxies showed up at my house on the 21st. 3 Agents and a Revenant. And Slendy himself. A full dozen of the Hallowed, too.

I did the only thing I fucking could to even hope to get out alive. I put on the mask.

After that, my latest memories are from yesterday when I woke up in this crappy hotel in England.

England!

I checked the backpack that was with me in the room, and, sure enough, there was the fucking mask, just staring at me. Fucking mask. There was also a freaking bowie knife, so I don't know whether or not to hug the mask in thanks or smash it to bits.

I love knives, swords, maces, axes, any weapons I can get my hands on. But knives are my favorites.

There were also a few other things in the backpack. A passport (didn't have a passport before, but it seems I do now), a few thousand Euros in various denominations (don't know where I got them), my laptop, its charger, my DS and charger (wee, Pokemon, that'll help me as I run for my life), and this tiny ass mp3 player that I bought from Thinkgeek a year ago.

I also found a key ring with a few keys on it that I have no idea what they do. One of them goes to a car, though; the car that I apparently now own. After seeing that little shock, I checked my bank account.

Boom. Extra 5 million dollars in it. No idea how or where, or even when, I got the money. But it was exactly 5,000,000 more than I had. There was also a message saying that I had another bank account with another bank. Checked that. Seven hundred thousand Euros. Exactly.

Well, looks like I can do whatever it is I need to do in England.

Drove to a grocery store, almost got in trouble (metric system! driving on the wrong side of the road!). Managed to buy enough food to last me for a week or so, then got another month added to my stay at the hotel. I'm (apparently) loaded now, I do what I want.

Nothing had changed when I re-entered my room. I... I wanted some time off from all this shit. I wanted to lose myself in some gaming while I could. Played some Minecraft and WoW on the shitty internet connection here. Then whipped out the DS while I watched some Doctor Who reruns. Slept for nearly 16 hours.

And here we are.

More updates as they come.

untiTled

black asH coats thE soulS of man

tHe darknEss Plays witH evERything

devils, Demons, spIritS, divine

Holy is not evEn alive, anymoRE