Comin' To Texas

I'm going to Texas to kill Morningstar's troops. I might not be back. Wish me luck.-Liam.

I, the higher man said

Watch what you say, Liam, or they'll be calling you a radical.


A liberal.

Fanatical, criminal!

-A Mystery.

The Past Months

I've been thinking about just trying to find some saferoom, some isolated place to escape from this fucking thing. I envy the fucking rich boys and gals who fucking brag about their yachts and shit. Reminds me of when I was back in high school and shit, walking by the crowds of girls, gossiping about music artists and shit, and the cocky ass kids, too. It was simpler. Much simpler than having a fucking eldritch abomination staring you the fuck down each night. I'm thinking about finding everyone, trying to form together a small bundle of people, Runners, Fighters, shit like that, and run together, be happy that we actually have family other than some creepy, faceless fucking uncle.

This is Liam, signing out. -Liam

Back again.

Johnny and I over the months or so were captured by Slendershit. Not.  Fun. I remember seeing the Operator Symbol, and a migraine every day. Slendy himself watched me, even when I broke out using a plank in the shed, and I ran for nearly miles back to Boston. It was probably in Springfield, near the woods. It was one hell of a camp. I saw hung bodies, with names written on trees. I only recognized a few. "DANIEL", "STEPHEN", "VERONICA", all of them written crudley onto the sides. I hope will can all speak later. Bye for now. -Liam.

Christ, It's 1 and I'm covered in proxy blood!
More details will be had later, my friends. -Liam.

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Surprise, Johnathan. Happy birthday.

Why'd you have to run away? He loved you, I loved you.

It's sad that your with him, that snob, the downsman. He knew all the time you'd betray us. especially with that Canadian git.

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Me and Johnny went out on a date last night. Went to the Barking Crab. Talked about everything from Deadpool being Slendy to anything else. We went back drunk and full. I had a dream. I was ten again, Johnny was too, in Sherwood Park, maybe?

We walked around, before Johnny spotted a bench for us to eat at. Slendershit was there as well, he grabbed us and...I don't know how but he hung us by our stomachs on branches of what seemed to be 50 or something feet long trees....And literally stretched us out until my finger tips reached the ground. My sides were tearing, as well as my spine before I woke up in the bed, scared out of my wits.

I'll see you all later. -Liam.