Yeup, I'm bleeding, yet feel nothing, I've been stabbed through the leg by a sword, and I don't feel it, I love it.
So who stabbed me in the leg, you ask? Welp another proxies that were sent by this group, I feel like I'm getting in close, they are starting to send their strong ones. This time, there were two of them, they appeared to be twins, I was just chillin' in my cosy, little apartment, and suddenly some douche uses The Path to appear right behind me and slash my head off. Good thing Fortissimo can speak to me, she told me that he was behind us, Fortissimo was just in time to form a sharp end around my hand, becoming solid, using it to block the sword, then using my other hand, forming another sharp end on the other hand as well, also becoming solid, I was trying to stab the kid while he was blocking.
Now this is where his twin came in and blocked that attack for the other guy, with another sword. Long fight description, short one of the twins managed to stab me in the leg, he thought that I would stumble in pain, or something, but alas, my Fortissimo quickly grabbed the TV that was in our apartment, and we smashed it over the kid's head, that was enough to take care of him.
The other kid, tried to put up a fight, but we quickly rendered his hand useless, so he couldn't hold the sword. He went through the window, but not falling to his death, no, he went through the window, but got stuck in the said window. So I took the liberty to rub his face in the glass that was sticking out of the now broken window. And only then, send him plummeting to his death.
I thought that it was a small group, but they just keep sending their troops, twas not good.
Police arrived shortly, I was on a different roof by that time, they cleaned up the bodies, I could also see them getting really tense, they don't like it that I'm here, either they are afraid of me, either they are pissed of I kill our own.
In any way, I don't really care.
No patients today, asylum been pretty quiet these past couple of days.
Besides, today's a day off for me, it's a special day for me.
You don't feel pain? Lucky bastard.
ReplyDeleteWhy is it a special day for you?
'Special day'? Is it a birthday? An anniversary?
ReplyDeleteWell that's just fucking cheating. Its like you're playing a game on easy mode with several cheats activated.
ReplyDeleteAt least you can still make mistakes, fatal ones. And Eventually you will. I'm looking forward to that day.
That or You'll lose by default when slendy's tired of your bullshit. Either way is good for me.
On the other hand, Azoth is magnetic. So it may be possible to stop it from having his back using a sufficient magnetic field. Kelevtov probably won't be nearly as powerful an opponent without it; I mean, it's like a crutch for him by the sound of things.
DeleteAnd sorry about discussing tactics to kill you Kelevtov.
I don't mind, cause ya know, you need a really big ass magnet in order to succeed in taking me down, and ya know, such a magnet exists only in hospitals, or some super secret experimental labs, or are present in some regions of earth.
DeleteSo yeah, practically impossible to separate me from my dear, loving, Fortissimo.
Also, you guys narrow down things really small aspects, I feel sorry for you all.
I have my dear Fortissimo to thank me for my paralyzed state.
Or a car lot. You can get magnets the size of hockey pucks that are strong enough to take off your hand if you put them too close to metal. It won't separate you from your slendergoo because it is also inside you, so your ass would be stuck to the magnet as well. Fun fun fun. I would probably test this if I hated you a lot, but I don't, and you'd probably shoot me in the face anyway.
DeleteWe can take solace in the fact that Kelevra having azoth for a girlfriend means he will not reproduce. It's better for all of us that way.
Guys, guys. No reason to think so limited. Two words:
Delete"Large Impact".
I doubt even his girlfriend can save him from an oncoming train. We just need to distract him from using the path before it hits.
Also this doesn't need to be limted to trains.<x3
You'll have to get on that; I'm scared of him. He's... taller. Not to mention I couldn't organise a piss-up in a brewery.
DeleteIf he's paralysed, why does he feel the need to fuck dead bodies, or even things in general? Just asking out of morbid curiosity that I'm already regretting. If you're paralysed, you won't feel anything, so why bother?
It is not the kind of paralysation that renders the body useless, since I'm still walking, my nervous is in tact. I simply don't feel anything, though the body itself functions perfectly, so yeah the need to fuck something is because, when I get a boner, I see it, and it is really uncomfortable to operate with.
DeleteHey, you asked.
Erm, thanks for answering me.
DeleteI just realised I'm so lonely I don't mind talking to a psychopath about his boning habits... fucking hell Sanna, get a friend.
I can try. Not sure how I'd lure him to Belgium. I'm not planning on leaving the country again any time soon.
DeleteThere are also a couple of easier plans that come to mind. Still gonna be hard to pull off but possible!
<x3
Maybe if there was a really, really big magnet pointed at England... Or, you know, invite him over for tea and biscuits. Might work.
DeleteWhy were proxies attacking you? Aren't all of you supposed to be buddy buddy or some shit?
ReplyDeleteHe's such a dick all the other dick feel the need to kill him for being such a dick, I think. Either way, it means less proxies focused on us English runners, so it's all good.
DeleteHa! That is an explanation I will drink to.
DeleteYou been getting sloppy, going drunk and getting wasted off your ass, tsk tsk tsk.
DeleteAnd yes pHIL, that is the gist of it. Apparently an old bitch I used to know before I served Slendy, somehow ended up in this and is now trying to take revenge on me for ruining her life, so she assembled a group of proxies (Without orders to do so) and now they are trying to kill me. She has revenge as her motive, the proxies that work with her, want me dead for dis-respecting Master.
So yeah. It's because you're a dick. Why'd you have to complicate it with all the other details?
DeleteLess proxies in Blackpool today Kelevra; I assumed they had gone for you. Expect them soon.
DeleteWait, why am I telling you helpful shit?
No asshole you under estimate me, because you forgot one important detail.
DeleteI was never 'not' drunk.
Well then I sure as hell should under estimate you, because obviously and old hag, that is drunk, can do little to nothing. I mean yes, sure you can kill some people there and here, but honestly, if you're always drunk, outsmarting you shouldn't be a problem.
DeleteI don't know. If she's this capable drunk, she could probably kill you with her mind sober. Also, constant drunkenness stops slenderman from stalking you into insanity. Unless you're a depressed drunk.
DeleteSudden though; if you can't feel anything, how do you know if you're chewing, say, a steak or your own tongue? Or can you only speak through text?
ReplyDeleteAh twas the interesting part! You see, when I stopped feeling everything, I stopped feeling everything. Yet, I see what I'm doing, I see that I'm moving and all that, I don't need to feel it, I only need to see it, or hear it, the body remembers the rest.
DeleteA reflex if you may.
Can you taste food?
DeleteThen again, judging by your adorable little drawing of yourself in the blog's banner, your teeth aren't in best of shape. They look kind of pointy. How the hell do you eat Skittles like that??
Suck on them, until they are soft and then chew them with my fucked up teeth.
DeleteHa I do that too, except my teeth aren't fucked up.
DeleteIt's actually kind of a comfort to see that family infighting was as much of thing back in your days as it is now. I've thought about it a lot, why it happens so often that is, especially given the specifics of my employment.
ReplyDeleteOr I guess I've always been more curious as to why the boss let's it happen. He's apparently omniscient, so he knows it's happening, then why doesn't he stop it?
I think it's his way of trimming the fat, so to speak. The strong survive, the weak are useless to him and so who cares if they die? Either that or he doesn't care.
No way to know with him really.
~Rabbit