Wednesday, August 31, 2011


Running. Always running. I've driven for days. They're chasing. Always chasing. They don't stop. Hardly slept. Just a few hours. Always running. Must keep running.

Running for Caleb. Running for Pete. Running for Frank. Running for Rob. Running for Janelle. Running for Dale. Running for Annabel Lee.

I keep them alive. I run for them. I'm alive. They're dead. Or...

I'm alive. I'm still running.

I don't blame Annabel. It's her. I checked her blog. I know it's her. She's human. She fell. She can get back up. I want to help her.

The proxies won't let me. The husks won't let me. Forcing me west. Wrong way. I want to help her. I can't get to her.

I hate them. I hate him. We were normal once. We were human. Now we're dead. And we're alive. We're in nothingness. It's all on him. He's a monster made real. A story come to life. And he's destroying us.

I hate Arnold. Annabel is his fault. He left her. He forced her. If only I could hurt him, I would make him pay for what he did to her and what she's become because he didn't value any life other than his own. But I'm a pacifist. I do nothing.

I just run. I just keep moving.


  1. You won't be able to stay a pacifist long, dealing with Proxies and the Slenderman.

    Keep running. Going west will only make it take longer, Donovan. Be careful. I don't want you gone.

  2. I disagree. Pacifism is all that keeps me from losing my mind.

  3. Pacifism? Good choice, man. It's nice to see that a few of us can still stay stable.

    Also, I'm really sorry about your fuck-up, and I'm sorry if this doesn't sound particularly sympathetic, least you're learning. It's why I never avoid revealing my (or anyone else's) real name or location if I can help it--because of stuff like that happening. I'm glad you've learned. You're a good person, Donovan, and I'd hate to see you die just because you made a mistake.

    That said, I've got no problem with you heading east to try to talk to Poe, or Annabel, or whoever she is. That very, VERY careful. Keep in mind that she's constantly surrounded by the broken, at least two of whom definitely want you dead. On top of that, you have to be ready to face the fact that she just might not be the Annabel you used to know anymore. She could be waiting for an opportunity for this. And if you're going to take the pacifist route, you'd better be prepared to either escape, act in self-defense, or become a martyr. Plans for all three don't hurt, either. Not trying to be harsh, and I really hope it does work out in your favor. Just trying to be practical.


  4. I'm sorry I blew up at you.

    Look, I respect your pacifism. But...

    Proxies, well most of them don't chose to be what we are.

    None of us like what we do.

    None that I've met anyways.

    Uhm... I'm sorry.

  5. Hey, Donovan, could you let me know what exactly you look like or e-mail me a picture of yourself? That way I know whose face to slam the door in when you show up.

    -Don't Shoot The Messenger-