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Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Strange Tides

Alright, it would appear that Pete is still with us, even though Jack Ellison, his original personality, has resurfaced. Pete, I fear that The Black King may have given you split personalities. The original being Jack, and the split being you.

Jack, if you read, you need to help Pete find Clarice. Try to come up with some way to come terms and work together, please.

Our Situation Worsens

Pete has remembered who he is at last. This is bad. Pete was a reasonable, calm, and pleasant fellow. Jack Ellison, who he was before, is a violent, vengeful, and bitter man. I don't know what happened on that houseboat Clarice and Pete/Jack rented, but I fear for both of them now.

In other news, I found that the rumors of my old professor's death to be, perhaps, exaggerated. He disappeared mysteriously, according to the local papers I found in archives. He must have known about The Black King, somehow.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Old Haunts

Hello, it's been a while, but I have returned.

I returned to the museum where I used to work when I first met The Black King. I looked for the professor I used to assist. When I asked about him but no would tell me a thing except that he died in the time between when Clyde and I left to now. I'm going to ask around.

He advised me against studying Der Ritter, and ultimately turned out to be right. I have to find out what happened here.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

We may have just lost another.

Ron has just stepped off the side of a tall building, according to the last post in his blog. For the first time in a long time, I feel remose for another. Damn you, you young idiot. Damn you! Why'd you have to give up and throw away the gift that is life?! So much effort was put into saving you. How dare you!

Well, fairwell, Ron. I hope you found peace.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

I have returned.

Forgive the lack of updates, but a few things have happened since I last checked in.

I actually met with and discussed my situation with some of Fisk's agents at an public restaurant (I did not eat anything brought to the table, though). Fisk's policies have not changed, but they are willing to keep Lone Hunter off of me in exchange for all the information I have to offer. Names, places, strongholds, you name it. However, because I am not willing to go silent, they will not provide a safe place to hide me/make me disappear permanently.

The Black King has been on my trail double time, driving me along without pause.

I've been told that Lone Hunter and his new party are not far behind me. He'll probably let in on the details, himself, though.

While encounterng The Black King himself near a small patch of trees, I was saved by a large man clothed in all furs. He's sleeping on his cot across from me right now as we hide out in his sanctuary in a cabin in the woods. You would think that this would be absolute suicide, but I have not seen any sign of The Black King while here.
He says that these conditions are temperary and that we'll have to move on soon.
I don't know who this man is, but he has been on The Other Side. I recognize various bits of trees, leaves, and such from His domain. Who is this man? He won't reveal his name to me, alas.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Funny coincidence.

Lone Hunter claims he just got off the phone with a federal agent. So did I just now. They said they'll protect me from him if I give them all the information I can offer and stop spreading awareness of The Black King.

Well, readers?

Monday, April 4, 2011

Return from another descent.

As Lone Hunter has let slip, I returned to Boston. That's the truth, I did. I needed to go back to The Ruins one last time. I needed to find some clue as to where I could find some answers. I'm leaving this dark place again now that I believe I have a lead.

Come and get me if you can, Lone Hunter.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Oh dear, I've been found out.

Yes, Hunter, I lied when I said I was heading for the mountains out West. Whoever said anything about Boston, though?

I could have a list of the pocket dimensions The Black King has made and I could be investigating anyone of them for answers as we speak.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Havens in Illinois:

Anchor
Andalusia
Andover
Aroma Park
Atwood
Barrington Hills
Basco
Belle Prairie City
Bethany
Bloomingdale
Blue Mound
Bone Gap
Browns
Butler
Dakota
Detroit
DeWitt
Dwight
Evansville
Ewing
Fisher
Florence
Foresti View
Fults
Garret
Gays
Godley
Grant Park
Gurnee
Harristown
Heyworth
Hinckley
Hopedale
Huey
Huntley
Indian Creek
Indianola
Irving
Irwin
McClure
Malden
Mark
Maywood
Murrayville
Nauvoo
Naplate
New Lenox
Niles
North City
Norwood
Oakdale
Palmer
Princeville
Rankin
Ransom
Riverton
Rock City
Roxana
Rutland
Any towns beginning with St.
Yale
Yales City

Havens in Wisconsin:

Now, it had been a long while sincs I was last updated on Wisconsin, so some of these may not count as safe spots anymore.

Ackley
Adrian
Almon
Baldwin
Bass Lake, Washburn
Cable
Cadiz
Cassville
Both Centers
Both Crystal Lakes (ironically...)
Deerfield
Delta
Drummond
Dunkirk
Edgewater
Fairchild
Forest (funnily enough)
Freedom
Gilman
Grover
Gumey
Hamilton
Harris
Hebron
Hillsboro
Both Hollards
Iola
Landland
Lakeside
New Hope (most towns with the word 'Hope' tend to be safe)
Oak Grove
Parkland
Pence
Phelps
Plover
Polk
Reid
Ross
Round Lake
Sand Creek
Scorr, Monroe
Sigel, Wood
Spirit
Wolf river

Thursday, March 31, 2011

New York States Havens:

Addison
Albion
Alexander
Alfred
Alma
Amenia
Amity
Andes
Arcade
Argyle
Attica
Avon
Babylon
Barker
Bath
Bergen
Big Flats
Boston (ironically...)
Brant
Burns
Byron
Cairo
Cambria
Cameron
Campbell
Candor
Canton
Cape
Catskill
Centerville
Cherry Creek
Chili
Clermont
Conklin
Comwall
Cuyler
Danby
Darien
Dix
Eastchester
Edinburg
Ellicott
Evans
Farmersville
Floyd
Gaines
Gainesville
Gates
Glenville
Grafton
Great Valley
Greenport
Both Greenvilles
Guilford
Halcott
Hamlin
Harpersfield
Hartland
Hartwick
Hector
Herkimer
Homer
Hope
Hype Park
Independence
Jasper
Jefferson
Junius
Keene
Kendall
Knox
LaFayette
La Grange
Little Falls
Lorraine
Lysander
Marilla
Moira
Montour
Murray
Nelson
New Baltimore
New Scotland
Norfolk
North Castle
Nunda
Olive
Orwell
Oyster
Palatine
Parma
Pike
Pine Plains
Pittsford
Portage
Prividence
Putnam
Redfield
Richland
Riga
Rose
Russia
Rye
All the towns with St. in their name
Salina
Scarsdale
Scriba
Seneca
Smithville
Southeast
Sweden
Theresa
Thompson
Thurman
Triangle
Tuxedo (funnily enough...)
Tyrone
Both Unions
Urbana
Varick
Vestal
Veteran
Vienna
Volney
Waddington
Waterloo
Watertown
Waverly
Webb
Wells
Western
White Creek
Wilna
Windsor
Wirt
Woodbury
Worth
Wright
Yates
York
Yorktown

Massachusetts

None.

Rhode Island:

Newport
Richmond
Warren
Woonsocket

Vermont:

Bandard
Bolton
Castleton
Eden
Essex
Granby
Hartford
Ira
Jay
Landgrove
Ludlow
Middlesex
Morristown
Norton
Orwell
Pomfret
Ripton
Rochester
Richmond
Searsburg
Sharon
Somerset
Sunderland
Topsham
Victory
Underhill
Vernon
Vershire
Walden
Wallingford
Waterford
West Windor
West Rutland
Westfield
Weybridge
Williamstown
Wilmington
Wolcott
Worchester

New Hampshire:

Alexandria
Ashland
Bedford
Berlin
Bow
Bristol
Campton
Canaan
Chesterfield
Concord
Dalton
Easton
Eaton
Enfield
Epping
Errol
Francestown
Freedom
Greenland
Goshen
Groton
Hanover
Jeffrey
Lancaster
Lincoln
Lyme
Marlow
Ossipee
Randolph
Sandwich
Sullivan
Tuftonboro
Waterville Valley

List of Towns in the U.S. (mostly) free of The Black King's Influence: Vol. 1

Maine:

Eagle Lake
Ashland
Athens
Aurora
Belmont
Bethel
Berwick
Bradford
Caswell
Columbia
Dayton
Dresden
Eastbrook
Exeter
Fairfield
Fort Fairfield
Fryeburg
Greenbush
Hancock
Industry
Jackman
Kenduskeag
Knox
Lee
Leeds
Lovell
Mars Hill
Milo
Moscow
Mount Vernon
North Berwick
Norway
Parkman
Perry
Plymouth
Poland
Old Orchard Beach
Rockport
Sedgwick
Strong
Temple
Troy
Unity
Van Buren
Wade
Waterboro
Westport
Whiting
Woodville
York

Some of these towns are protected by Him (either having figured out how to repell Him or by having made a deal with Him like Thage), while others just don't interest Him. These are havens any seeking temperary solace should go to.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Wiping the Slate Clean

So The Black King wiped Ron's memories again. Does this mean I can start clean with the kid and make a new friend without the baggage of what I helped to do him? I helped do this... Now that I've seen once free of The Black King's hold over me, I do start to sympathize his plight. I helped do this to him. I stood idally by as The Black King Marked him, then I hunted him relentlessly, and eventually helped turn him over and held him down as he was Indoctrinated. Then he was entirely dependent on Pete and others to survive. Now this... His mind somehwat restored, but without any memory of the last few important months. I helped do this to him.

Is this... remorse? Do I deserve The Lone Hunter?

Monday, March 28, 2011

You Have My Smypathy Friends

Clarice and Pete, I wish I could be there to help you, but until I lose the vicious psychopath tailing me, it's better that I'm not around. If I were there, things would be much worse. Lone Hunter has as little perception of mercy as The Black King.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

A New Player Enters

Meet Durkin, ladies and gentlemen. He's the head Agent in Chicago and has made his appearance on the scene over at Pete's "Search and Reveal". He and I were of equal rank before I defected. As I was just in charge of operations in Boston, he's runs things in Chicago. A man named Roberts is the Al(x)ne/Allen equivalent in Illinois.

Zero Luck

So, Zero's back and this time, completely and utterly insane. He's also out to kill runners and other Infected. Wonderful. Hey, Zero, how's it feel to know that That Black King is still pulling your chain and that you're still doing His dirty work for Him? Yes, you bloody plan failed, but it wasn't because of the runners not wishing Him away hard enough. It failed because The Black King has always been here. We all want Him gone just as much as you do. Don't pin your own plan's shortcomings on us, simpleton. If writing fanfictions about The Black King being wounded was enough to make Him go away, then He'd be long gone by now.
If you start hunting down and murdering runners and fighters, you friends, it will be the same as when you were tricked into killing Amelia: still playing right into His wishes.

I shrug this off. I can't be bothered with you right now, nor can I be bothered to sympathize with someone who pushes the blame on others. I'm off to the mountains. If you want to kill me, I'm afraid you're going to have to step in line, because I already have one psycho out to get me.

Ado, Zero. May you regain some sense now that you've returned. I'm not the one you're letting down by acting like this as I never looked up to you.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Heading West

I've been on the road for a few hours today already. I'm posting as I stop for some lunch. Going out West in hopes of losing my new follower out in the mountains out there. Sorry to hear about your current situation, Bruce. I guess you're just going to have to find my trail again. Seeya later, Wally Gator.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Crap crap crap!

The Black King has taken Pete! We were performing Experiment #9, and we were escaping from Him when He suddenly came and grabbed Pete. I'm going to look for Pete now. I'll let you know if I find him.

Watching

Well, we've set up and as soon as I press 'send', we're getting into position.

At last...

I finally arrived. Dead tired. See you all later.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

The Traitor closes in on his destination.

Alright, one direct encounter with The Black King and an attack by an Agent his proxies later, I'm on the road again. I'm not badly injured, but I'll be feeling the sting for a few days, for sure.

The white van persists, and did not help me at all.. Thank for nothing, Fisk. I guess that means they're just here to observe and not apprehend, else they'd have intervened to get their quarry to safety.

I'm within a day and a half 's journey to Chicago.

-BL

I appear to have a white van following me.

Fisk doesn't waste any time, does he?

Sunday, March 20, 2011

About Bruce Smith, The Lone Hunter:

He is the younger brother of Allen Smith, aka, "Al(x)ne".
About the two brothers:

Allen:
Born in raised in Boston, Mass, the Smith brothers were middle class kids who lived typical lives. Then Allen discovered he had a strong business sense and came to own his very own store by the time he was 25. Over the course of the remainder of his twenties and well into his thirties, he became a successful land owner and rented out his properties to various parties to either reside or do business from. He was also a ruthless business back then, and did many less than morals things to get what he wanted. I think a few people ended up wearing cement shoes, in fact.
When he was 37, in 1990, The Black King showed Himself to him and the two made a deal in exchange for Allen's life. He would buy properties that The Slender Man could who was places to hide his followers or victims.
Over time, Allen became even more corrupt as wanting to save his own skin overcame any guilt he may have once had, and eventually became a powerful Agent in The Black King's ranks.
In fact, Allen was already the head of all slendering operations in Mass, when I moved to Boston to take up my post there, in 2000.

Bruce:
Allen's younger, less intelligent but more physically adept, brother. Bruce played sports in high school and college, eventually joined the military and was trained as a sniper.
Whatever he did during his time with the armed forces either deranged him or awakened his bloodlust. All I know is that when he left, he still craved more blood and killing. He became a successful serial killer before he was approached by both The Black King and his older brother. Now holding the position of being Allen's personal assassin, he could kill as much as he desired and then some...and did.
He's as insane, sadistic, and ruthless as MorningStar, as dangerous and well-trained as any member of Nightcrawler's crew, has the power to enter and exit any sub-dimension he wishes (and take anyone he has with him there as well), and he has a bone to pick with:
Me
Slice
Core
Pete
Ron
with me being the first target before he moves onto anyone else.

As long as I live, he will not come after any of you. I know how he operates. He'll torment me relentlessly until I can run from him no more, and then he will torture me to death in ways far worse than what Allen did to Clyde. Then he'll do the same to whoever comes next.
Gentlemen, I'm not going to lie. The situation for all five of us is bleak unless one of us kills him. On one hand, he is a powerful Agent and a combat expert. On the other...he is still human and very killable.
Perhaps I should seek out the Observe and Terminate crew for assistance.

Update:
He stands at 6'2'', has matching brown eyes and hair, and a broad frame. He had a scar reaching from far above his hairline on the left down, across his entire face heading down to his right shoulders. Other facial markings include two claw marks above his left eye, and a Operator symbol carved into his left cheek.

So the Hunt Begins again.

Can I call it or what? Hello, Lone Hunter, or should I say, Bruce? Yes, yes, you're angry that we killed Allen. Yes, yes, come and get me if you can.

Spare me the threats and just show me what you can do, instead. If you can, you insipid grunt.

-BL

Cross country travel is never easy.

To anyone who is looking to run, note that and learn it well. Whether by train, plane, bus, or your own truck, hours on the road listening to Casey Kasem can grow very tiring. Whatever you do, don't do it by foot, unless you want to draw Him to you. It's your funeral if you do.
That said, even going at about 55 MPH, I've still caught sight of my former master about three times. I don't dare sleep in this vehicle out in the country. He won't be pleased that I've helped deprive him of his own personal local landowner.

I'm making good time, Clarice. I'll see you in a few days, if I make it.

-BL

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Getting a set of wheels.

Two sessions of sitting in a cramped bus have shown me that this is not how I want to run, so I've gone and collected a car from one of Al(x)ne's garages. By the way, to whoever is running things in this state now, don't be too hard on the caretaker of said garage. In fact, you may want to have the bump on his head looked at.

I'm off to drop off Clyde's keepsakes to Clarice. It looks like I may meet Pete and Ron yet again as well.

Sory, but I couldn't come with you in the beginning, Pete. Too risky to have too many people traveling together. It's wise to keep numbers down to one or two.

-BL

The Redeeming Begins

Hello,

I'm not what to say, or what I can say. I know I have a lot to answer for and even more to own up to. It took Clyde's passing to make me see that.
Look, I make no excuse... No apology for the things I've done will ever be enough. So I won't ask for forgiveness. I won't even ask that you read this. I did what I thought I had to. I walked my path, and it led to the death of my friend.

Alas, Clyde. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Clarice. Please... I tried. I really did. Once I knew Clarice was going to The Ruins, I was feeding Clyde as much information as I could. Hell, if you want, you can find my spoon feeding in black text. I just...

I didn't seize the day and now my friend is dead.

I know Clarice posted about how I was forced to act the role of the sadistic villain and that I didn't really enjoy it. Well... It was a job to me. It was more that I just didn't care, really. I don't know if I do even now. Yes, I helped save Ron Foster from the clutches of my former master, and I avenged Clyde by helping slay Allen. I do love my wife, Lucy. Outside of that, I don't know what else still stirs in my heart. I've felt apathetic to the needs of many, in particular those opposing Him, for many years. Has that changed? Will it change? I don't know.
One person I know I won't come to care for is Allen "Al(x)ne" Smith. Good riddance.
That said, we've probably opened up a new can of worms: the oft spoke of Lone Hunter. Smith's personal assassin, and...brother. He will be seeking revenge for what we did to Allen. Allen gave him the password to The Land of Black Leaves, so I'm sure we can expect him to be the next to take over that blog. Don't worry, Pete, Slice and Core. It will be me he comes after first, so if I can get the better of him, we'll be fine. Just keep an eye out on my old blog.

Well, I guess I'll find out. I set out to search for Lucy now. I refused to have her tell me where she went, just in case I, too, was captured. I guess I will find out what I'm made through this new blog.

Eleven years. Back in 1999, when I was still a professor's assistant, I would never have guessed what a can of worms I was opening up by investigating Der Ritter. That professor even told me not to pursue it. In retrospect, I think he may have known something. Along the way, I intend to return to the museum where it all began to try to contact him when I can. I don't know what the lead will wield, but I guess anything is worth a shot where The Black King is concerned.

Disregard me and distrust me all you wish. I've more than earned it for what I've helped put young Mr. Foster through. Do I feel remorse? Well, I felt something when I looked into Ron's eyes when we extracted him. I don't know what it was, though. Look at me, a lifetime of memories and I'm more alien to human emotion than Pete. Speaking off...

Pete, listen. Your life before this... Only you remain of the life you once had. I literally can't post the details, but it involved The Black King, so you can probably make a pretty close guess as to what transpired.
Even if you ever do regain your memory, you have nothing left to go back to. The Black King pruned all connections you had created through social interaction long ago, and Clyde and I helped Him do it. That's how we know who you are.
Towards the end, your fight was a quest for revenge. Your hate made it easier to defeat you. Keep your head even if you do remember. The only thing you have left is to move forward and try to save Ron.

You true name is... is... Damn, I can't type it out. My lips are sealed concerning your real name as Clyde's were concerning Where The Lost Ones Go.

I still have the power to enter subdimensions set up by The Black King. The Ruins is the only location I know of for sure, though. I'd have to find another entryway after finding out where another one even is before I could enter. I do know others exist, though. 'He' told me that, himself, long ago, when He first inroduced me to The Ruins.

Clarice, I buried Clyde at the location I emailed to you. I also have a few keepsakes he wanted you to have. I intend to return them to you. Just email me the details of when and where you want them received.

I'll keep in touch. Ask any questions you want. I doubt I can be as insightful as Thage, Reach, or the like, but I have served Him for eleven years. Not the forty years Reach endured, but it's something.

-BL