Saturday, February 26, 2011

Chapter Four: Prof. Turnfear

FIRST of all, I've started videoing. Whenever I get paranoid and stuff. Nothing creepy at the moment, but check the Movie tab. And the Illustrations tab, I made something in Minecraft!...Sadly, Herobrine did not show up.

SECOND of all, Frap is back!

Yay!

He showed up a little while ago outside the window, just poof, like Lake, you know? This Other Side stuff. He was with a girl, someone who Beak talked about in her chats. Right now they're being warmed, although the girl keeps breaking out into flailing spurts.

That's all for now, more later, I think, I just think Frap would want me to tell you...not that many of you are paying attention.

*Joce

Chapter Three: Proud Intro Voice

I'm going to post whenever I can, about once a day, just because quite honestly I don't have much else to do, and also, I'm freaking out a little.

So there were some scary shadows last night, just before the sun set, and I took a video of them to see if I could find anything after posting it, HYBRID-style. Unfortunately, I couldn't even get the video onto the computer. At first I thought that he was in the footage somewhere, corrupting it and all, but then I realized that I just didn't have the proper program on my computer to view it. Except after I had converted it to something usable, there wasn't anything there. Tokke?

So what does that mean? Dys if I know. Instead of the nice, thirty-five second panoramic view of my backyard woods, there was just a thirty-five second screen of blackness, mixed in with some whale song, which doesn't make sense since the camera I use doesn't record sound. I would like it better if it did, but nope! Just the video. Not bad-quality video either, usually. But I'm beginning to doubt it now. Could it just be the age of the camera? I'm not sure when it was purchased...

On a side note, there is, I think, a canary riding a raccoon outside my window.

So, Proxies. Right, well, thanks, Kaiju, although now I'm less sure if there aren't any at school. I haven't seen anyone wearing a mask since Halloween, though. I also read "McDonald's Coffee Is The Nectar Of The Gods" and although I haven't met anybody who deserves having their skull crushed yet (besides a few nudjes at my school) I think Andrew's got a point.

On the other side's note, Frap's right. I just read through a lot of the blogs he's been following, and there's some serious un-bupkis going on. Who's gone? Inky and NOOC, for one. For two, actually. If I wanted to, I could compose a list, but that's a lot of work and it's the weekend so I'm not going to. I CAN point out that his point is incredibly valid! I wouldn't have believed in this before Lake showed up. I kind of figured Frap was just a bit crazy, but he was the kind of crazy that you don't really want to be crazy, so I helped him. Going off on a tangent again. What happened to everybody? Where are they now? Ha, that's kind of funny. But seriously! Why are they all gone?

Beak contacted Shelby last night over Gmail - those guys seem to really love it. I read the chatlog, once again not my business, but I was interested. So I'm "unreadable", am I? That's interesting. Beak said she could usually tell exactly when someone was going to die, to the second, except for some people, who included Frap, me, Zero, and some girl that showed up to her late last night. It didn't, however, include her, or her teammates, and apparently she could tell that the Slender Man was going to die some day, but she couldn't tell when. Personally, I think she's crazy, or was; but I shouldn't rag on the dead, so Rest In Peace, Beak. "No remorse", apparently. A message she wanted to leave, and she left it pretty blatantly. Well, alright.

So apparently I'm either, "Not crazy", a "Little crazy", or "Crazy, but so are you". For whatever reason, nobody just picked "Yes". That's alright too. I don't think you can enjoy anything without being a bit meshuggeneh. I'm the kind of guy who would LIKE to imagine six impossible things before breakfast, but that's kind of hard for two reasons, the first of which being 1) I have to leave early and then I'm forced to think about other things, and 2) I don't usually eat any kind of breakfast.

Wow, I wish I had some ice cream right now. Or a nice root beer. Hehehehehehe. Have you ever noticed that the word "laugh" is right there inside the word "slaughter"? Ooh, no, the whole word is just laughter with an s. And Gaddafi is slaughtering everybody, and nearby countries are helping. That's something to shmei about. Or possibly something to kvetch about. Ah, Yiddish! What a wonderful language. It has a word for everything. Go Jews!

You know, I never had a bar mitzvah. What a shame.

Who plays X-Box?

Just look at all those beautiful paragraphs! Well, that's the author in me. Goodbye for now, friends, here's hoping for a happy ending, and no twists, M. Night Shamalamadingdong!

*Joce

Friday, February 25, 2011

Chapter Two: Lazy Land Newt

No wifin' in the club!...

My parents have got a friend over right now. It's SUPER windy out here. A tree just fell into the neighbor's house. Thank the GODS it's Friday, oh man. So, the friend is cool, I'm safe inside, the neighbors are fine. I still haven't seen the Slender Man, as foresty as it is here.

I've also read that lots of people meet these "Proxies" in their schools. I haven't met any. Not that I know of. I'm also pretty sure the guest isn't one either. She seems friendly enough.

Is that all? Well, I don't know. I just felt like putting something up here after posting Beak's message. I don't have any connections like you probably do, whoever you are. Or like Frap does. I don't know anyone yet.

Oh, but I talked to Shelby Willingham last night, she's pretty cool.

I miss Frap. I hope he's okay.

*Joce

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Chapter One: Rust Conditions

Hi, my name is Jon Joce, and I made a pun in my blog title!

Ok, my name isn't really Jon Joce, but as if I'm going to go by anything else in these kind of situations, I mean what better to go by than the most amazing book character ever?

He's my book character, in the book I'm writing, by the way, although I'm only on...chapter one, as a matter of fact.

So I go to high school this morning.

And I do all my work.

And I come home, and mom lets me drive the car down the driveway.

And I get some popcorn.

And I go downstairs, and I pop on my computer, and I see that one of those weirdos that deal with Frap have sent me another thing to post for them - I post everything on Frap's blog. Not his comments, but the blog itself. He got paranoid about tracking IP addresses or something. Not as if STAYING IN ONE PLACE is going to help them get ME any slower.

And then I turn around to go get some water and one of the weirdos himself is there, standing on my carpet with his muddy boots, and oh my god mom's going to KILL me when she gets home! She barely lets anyone eat at all down here for fear of getting the smallest stain on the rug.

He doesn't say anything. He just walks up and slaps me, then disappears. Poof! Just like that. Is that weird? I don't think so.

But they've been talking about me. They've warned me that soon it would start, and I guess that was the start, so here I go, because I've read all about the Slender Man and I'm pretty sure that's what it's about...I had to turn on all the lights in my house the first night. I live in the woods. I can look outside, right now, and see a thousand creepy tree silhouettes just waiting to turn up a monster. I didn't think it was REAL, I'd love it if I woke up one day with a dragon perched on my nightstand or a satyr snagging our orange juice, but that kind of stuff doesn't happen to me. Pity.

I haven't actually seen him yet. But I think that's a bit of a blessing, right? What is Frap going to think when he sees the new stuff? What are the WEIRDOS going to do about this? Well, from what they've said they'll be gone in a day or two, and then I just have to deal with Frap.

I say I've read about the Slender Man, and when I say it I mean it. Mostly. I know lots of stuff. But how much can one kid know? (The answer is a lot, I know plenty.) But some of it escapes me. It's just new. I'll get it eventually.

So, ah, what about me? Well, I'm fourteen, I spend all my time at home, and I know more than probably everyone my age that I know. I have glasses and a slight mullet, and all of Frap's accounts and things he talked about - YouTube, most of all - that's MINE, I don't know why he got into it but hey. I mostly use the YouTube to listen to free music, so who knows? Maybe I'll start vlogging. Hee hee.

Is that all? Is that too MUCH?

Ooh, wow, I've written as much as Frap does.

Are you out there? Can anyone hear me? Or. Read me. Just, someone, I don't know. Tell me I'm not crazy. I already set up a poll...so, yeah. Do that.

*Joce