Well... that was a mindfuck.

During my temporary near-comatose state, I was in a dreaming state as well. That "dream" was me awakening my repressed memories. Unfortunately, only about a tenth of them involved the Slender One.

pale king must not fight must not fight must submit not fight not fight notfightnotfightnotfight

Fucking hell that was painful

Apparently, I used to be a proxy. Three kills. Made them. Old instincts surfacing.

submit to control pale king wants hawkeye back must not fight must not fight

I broke free of his control, but it cost me my vision. I didn't go blind, but my vision dropped from better than possible for a normal human to 20/20. I used to have the eyes of a hawk, able to see perfect clarity from a hundred feet away.

submitsubmitsubmitsubmitsubmit

I'm getting closer to the Black Forest. Whether I

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Whether I submit or fight is still a matter of issue for me.

I'm just lucky I found a hotel with a soundproof room. Otherwise I'd be freaking some people out right now.

palekingmustlivenotdieneverdiesubmitsubmitsubmitsubmitsubmit

I put this in writing lest i forget t from my nexty sleep.
i remeber seeing the Slnedr man. when i was a kid. 10 years old.

The Pale King

The Valley of Trees

Forest of Black Magick

The Unknown becoming Known

DO NOT KILL THE WILLOW MAN

Life, Death, Luck, Fate.

All is Ash without the Faceless.

fuckin pain. nothin bu pain.

proxy shot me with a fuking arrow. bitch was taunting me.

the fuck am i sposed to say in hospital? "i got shot with an arrow by the servent of eldritch monster." beleivable it aint.

fuck. blood everywhere.

when i get my hands on that bitkhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,awgh

Strange to find nother AMerican here, specially one with an arrow in his gut. He's alive, and he'll make it, but he's sleeping now.

Good thing I got here fast, or you'd half to deal with to many h's. I'll take him to the hospital now.

Hello all. This is... well, you all know me as Defiled Shepherd. But... I tire of that name. It makes me seem evil, demented. I can't really remember what my name was anymore.

It started with a "C", that much I know. Candy... no. Cynthia, no. Catherine, no- wait. Close. So close. Cathryn. That was it. Cathryn is my name.

Call me Cathryn.

Anyway, I've stopped being Patrick's guardian for a while now, and he gets it in his head to go off and try out a bunch of things to kill the Slender Man.

There is more going on than he realizes. I still have the Book, something that I don't think he knows, but I don't know enough to translate anything. It all just looks like gibberish to me.

First time in my thousand years that I haven't known something.

Seriously, what the fuck is this? All I have translated is what Patrick managed to translate before he got...

The translated pieces reference someone called "Shepherd of the Defiled" and how he or she will lead the world into a "Revelation".

I can't really get much out of this shit. Seriously, Patrick, why did you need this? What is the significance? And for that matter, why do I still feel that it is important?

Turns out my plane landed on the wrong side of the damn country. Still got another few weeks before I can reach the Black Forest at this rate.

I had some trouble with customs, considering I brought two suitcases full of seemingly random items of varying value. A chunk of copper and a knife with a ruby blade were the things on top of the pile in the first suitcase, and the guy who had searched my luggage just gave me a funny look before continuing his listing. Might post the list at some point.

Anyways, I bought a cheap car (just burning through the money in my bank) and started heading south. Had to fight off a pair of proxies the other day, but that wasn't terribly difficult.

Unfortunately, I think we might be dealing with more than just the Slender Man. I saw something the other day. Skin white as porcelain, a hunched form, and claws longer than my arm. No idea what the fuck that thing was, but I hope that a devil eats me alive before that thing so much as looks at me. No idea what it was, either.

I'm shaking in fear just from the memory of driving by while that thing ran... well, sort of loped, not ran... anyways, it ran into a small forested area. I really, really hope it didn't see me. Scared the shit out of me. Since then, I've kept a few daggers on me. One in each boot and one up each sleeve.

Anyways, I've been making decent progress. Getting closer. Just waiting for this all to be over now. Just gotta get to the Black Forest.

To my death.

Ready to die

I have everything I need for the inevitable encounter that will likely end with me dead. I can imagine only two possible scenarios for the fight: me dying because none of the shit I've compiled works at all (99% chance of this happening); or Slender Man dying/evaporating/ceasing to exist/leaving to recover (1% chance of any of these happening at absolute maximum) because I managed to find something that hurts him.

However, I want to have something along the lines of a fair fight. Don't ask me why, but I feel that any victory would be hollow if it is gained through an unfair means.

Hence, I'm flying off to Germany. I'll wage this war in the Black Forest, where it is rumored that this all started.

Wish me luck. I'm going to need it.

Thank you, Defiled Shepherd, for giving me the muscle memory of a black belt. Those five proxies were a snap to knock out.

I am not normally a very violent person, but I do what I need to in order to survive. When nearly half a dozen people rush at me with knives and crude clubs, I fight back. When a faceless eldritch abomination threatens my life, I try to find a way to kill it and bring some measure of peace to my life.

I can assume that you're still wondering why I've become so focused on killing this damn thing. The answer is as obvious as it is incoherent.

He erased my family from existence.

My mother, my father, my sister...

Sorry, trying to avoid relapsing into that emotionless murderer. I hate what I was then.

I need to kill him. My meaning in this world is to give those around me some measure of happiness. What better way than to kill something that threatens their very existence?

What has been going on in these parts has been, for the most part, insane. This town fell into complete anarchy literally a day after I passed through.

HE was probably pissed that HE hasn't caught me yet.

I'm almost ready to face him. DS left me. Found her a suitable body, very feminine, then let her do whatever the hell she wanted. She thanked me in a way that woke up a few of my emotions.

I'm back. But my revenge comes first.

Just a few more materials. I need a fresh rowan quarterstaff, a ruby, a chunk of topaz, a silver-titanium alloy knife, and a violet laser pointer.

Probably gonna take me at least two weeks to get all this shit.

Gotta tell you, though, my backpack is getting pretty fucking heavy.

Well, fuck. I'm surrounded. Expect another post either within a day or never.