It seems something worthwhile has finally happened.

So Harold and I have been riding around basically hunting down and killing people. Don't know how many exactly. Don't really care. Can't be that many left at this point.

Suddenly Harold stops the bike and gets off hiding the bike by a tree. He could see someone but I don't know who. Then the jerk takes me off places me by The motorcycle. Pulls out his guns and walks off. He comes back shortly after which a bullet wound in his shoulder and a grin on his face.

I asked him what happened. His only response "I met a friend"

Helpful very helpful.

Of course luckily for me it seems his friend had a blog as well.

So from what I understand Harold saw Kallaway and went to kill him. He left me and the motorcycle behind. I'm guessing sort of an honor thing. Got himself shot with his own reflected bullet and then for some strange reason they decided not to kill each other... I wonder if he told Kallaway anymore than what Kallaway posted... I'll have to try and find out.

You do remember that I can tell what you're posting right?

... Of course. I don't need to hide what I say from you. So why didn't you kill him?

It's wrong to kill friends besides he might be more useful alive down the line.

If he eventually kills us I am going to be incredibly mad at you.

If he does eventually kill us you'll be completely justified but he won't.

You and he will have to fight eventually if one of you doesn't die beforehand.

Of course I know this. Now then come on. We're looking for the Red Joker now.

What?! Why? The Black Joker beat the hell out of us why are we going to look for his bitch counterpart.

She might be more reasonable... Or a worse fighter.

You're trying to commit suicide aren't you?

If my first goal isn't met then yes.

Unnecessary

Stop showing off...

I wasn't showing off.

Yes you were.

No I was not every part of that was necessary.

Really? How exactly is screaming out of the woods at top speed on a motorcycle, firing rapidly at a single unarmed man, hitting the emergency break inches from him to launch yourself into the air, shooting him while twisting around in mid-air, landing, twisting around and putting a bullet through his skull all before he falls necessary?

... Sorry when did being a bad ass stop being necessary? 

Sweet Ride

So we went off to kill a random contestant. Harold seemed to become less depressed after putting a bullet into some guy's left eyeball. He immediately asked me if there were any other contestants nearby however at that moment we both stopped. Our eyes had settled on a glint of metal in the distance. Harold immediately assumed it was another sniper. Long story short it wasn't instead what we found when we got to it was a Motorcycle hidden in a large pile of leaves. Yeah you heard me... A motorcycle.

Harold quickly examined it to make sure it wasn't some kind of trick then got on and revved it. It was quite loud I'm not sure how useful it will be to us but it sure is cool. We've decided to take it with us and we're currently just driving around a bit. Harold seems to be enjoying his new toy and I must admit when the sound drew a guy with a knife over running him down and grinding his face into the ground under the back tire was quite satisfying. Harold is wondering if he can still shoot accurately while riding it.

Communication 2

Are you okay?

Shut up.

... What's the plan now?

Kill everyone and everything.

Sounds good.

Harold... Are you crying?

Didn't I tell you to shut up?

...

I think there might be another contestant nearby.

Where?   

Recording

The Black Joker, The one Mr. Ha- No mister Just Harold ... Harold shot, appeared before us today. He was not happy.

The Black Joker: What did you do?

Harold: What do you mean?

I have the authority to kill any contestant at any time and neither of you are supposed to be here anyways so don't you fucking play with me.

I honestly have no idea what you're talking about.

You shot me!

*Harold quickly examines The Black Joker from head to toe* You look okay to me. 

You know what I mean. Stop being an idiot and tell me what you shot me with.

I didn't shoot you with anything.

*The Black joker drew his weapon* I said not to mess with me!

You misunderstand I was not messing with you. I actually did not shoot you with anything. I fired a blank. I merely did so knowing that Genome would post about it and you would be alerted. I wanted to get your attention.

*He didn't put away his weapon but he did relax slightly* You have it.

Good. I need an audience with your master. I originally just intended to win this tournament to get my audience but I figure that would be needlessly complicated. I figured perhaps you would be able to grant me my wish without the needless hassle.

*The Black Joker put away his weapon* You want to talk to the Game Master? *He laughed* Good luck in the tournament then.

I felt now incredible despair and rage.

The Mistress has forsaken me. I no longer have a purpose in life. The only reason I still live is the thought that perhaps I can gain retribution. The Game Master is my chance at retribution. I will have my audience one way or the other and if you force me to do this the hard way I will destroy everything he has built. This is a promise.

I'm sure you will die long before your threat comes to pass.

I felt what was coming seconds before it did. Harold drew out his gun and fired at The Black Joker's head. The Black Joker dodged impossibly fast and drew his weapon tripping Harold and then stomping on his hand as Harold attempted to aim his gun again.

I should kill you now but it will be much more fun watching you die in the tournament. 

He took Harold's guns and tossed them away then left. Harold calmly got up and went to get his guns. He was completely silent as he picked up his guns and I knew enough not to talk. I'm not sure what's going to happen next but I'm worried.      

Communication log #1

What are we doing?

Hunting.

But we're just sitting here?

What if someone finds us?

That's the reason you're here. You'll know if someone is coming won't you?

Sort of but still this seems like a bad idea. We should stay on the move.

Don't worry a target has just shown up.

Mr... Harold nothing else Harold... Has just fired his gun. I do not know what he shot at. I don't know if he hit but I assume he did.

I did.

Who did you shoot?

I believe it might have been one of the jokers.

Oh my god you aren't lying.

Of course not.

You shot one of the jokers?! Are you insane?!

Of course. Don't worry they'll be fine. they won't even know I did it until this post goes up.

It's going up in  a few seconds besides how the hell do you expect them not to notice you shot them?

First there is going to be at least a 4 hour delay before you post this if you know what's good for you and second.

I didn't shoot them with bullets.

Symbiotic.

You can feel free to inform them of what's happening.

I am happy to leave them in ignorance.

I'm sorry I wasn't really giving you permission so much as I was giving you an order. Tell them.

Why do you care if they are informed?

I don't I just want you to know where you stand.

I was removed from the box exactly thirteen hours after being placed in.

The person holding me was not one of the children. They were standing slightly off behind him watching. I assume he was the shooter. He examined me for a few minutes then nodded. He thanked the children for their help and then bid them farewell. He began to walk and they sprung at him. He turned pulling a large rifle from his back at the same moment. The back of the rifle hit the girl in the face knocking her back and the end of the barrel hit the boy in the temple. The man then angled the rifle so it bore the boy down to the ground the barrel placed to his temple still. 

He then pulled the gun back and continued walking away. I asked him why he didn't kill them. He said they were unlikely to survive long on their own and as long as they stayed alive they would continue to narrow down the number of opponents.

He explained it was his philosophy that in a free for all it's a good idea to leave the mediocre opponents alive to hone down the weak opponents and keep the strong opponents busy. 

He then stopped and put me on his face after a short while. This is where we are now.

Good job. You're a pretty good storyteller.

Thank you.

You haven't attempted to manipulate my thoughts?

I get the feeling doing so would not be in my best interests.

Smart too. Now then. Yes. Attempting to effect me in any way would be an extremely bad idea for you. Unlike the kid you were riding earlier I don't need you and would gladly smash you if you became a threat to me. In fact the only reason I have not already smashed you is I feel we could benefit each other.

I am as you can probably guess an intelligent and effective fighter and you have knowledge and the capability to learn things most people can't. I can win the tournament and you can protect me by alerting me to the actions of the other contestants. Understand?

Yes, your proposal is reasonable. However you are aware that the Game Master knows of me and it's highly possible in order for one of us to win the other must die?

You weren't supposed to be here. Neither was I. We both forced our way into the tournament and they have yet to punish either of us for this disobedience. I'm sure we can find a way to bend that one survivor rule as well if it comes up.

Besides as far as I'm concerned you're not a contestant you're a weapon maybe The game Master feels the same way.

How did you force your way in? Also why?

Why did you?

I'd prefer not to say.

Same.

Fair enough but what about how you got in?

Trade secret.

What trade?

His response here was just a rather creepy grin. Regardless it seems I have a new ally.

One far more useful than Mr. Miri.

Post #5Alpha

I made a mistake I admit this.

I found a track and had Mr. Miri follow it to the two kids. They were both sitting down at a small fire eating Mr. Miri's food. I failed to notice the small pile of bodies hidden nearby. I also failed to notice there was something wrong with the children until it was too late.

Mr. Miri smiled and drew his knives and approached the children. They turned to him with pitch black eyes and wide grins. They were Cold Ones. The warning bells went off here but it was far too late. It was a trap. I told Mr. Miri to turn back but not fast enough. There was a high pitched whine for a second and then the bullet tore through Mr. Miri's throat. His neck bulged for a moment as the bullet blew into it and the it exploded in a corona of blood as the bullet exited. His head with me still on it flew spinning through the air before landing face down in the dirt. 

A few seconds later I was lifted up and removed from the head. I was then instantly placed in a box. 

I will admit I made a mistake and now my plan is in jeopardy.

THE BLACK JOKER ON BEHALF OF DRAKE MIRI

STATUS: TERMINATED
VICTOR: HAROLD
POINTS AWARDED: 88
BONUS POINTS FOR INGENUITY AND MARKSMANSHIP BUT MINUS POINTS FOR COWARDICE.

Mercy?

I was approached by two kids recently. A boy and a girl. The girl seemed to be 14 the boy was probably 12. They both had tiny knives on them which they held towards me uncertainly. They told me they were twins. They hadn't killed anyone yet and they were getting hungry so I gave them some of my food.

Genome didn't like this. He told me to find them again and kill them both.

I have been searching with Genome's help. It seems however that they survived this long by being impossible to find. Genome says he can find them but even he seems to be having trouble.

It's only a matter of time Mr. Miri.

Whatever you say, Genome.

Post #4Alpha

You idiot you're supposed to kill people not help them.

Follow them. Kill them both and get your food back.

If you fail me again I will find someone else.

The right motivation

Tell the nice people what you just did.

I went back. She was still there. I took her sword

Claymore

Her claymore yes. I took it and stabbed it through her head.

You killed her.

I killed her.

In cold blood as she slept.

Yes.

With her own weapon.

Yes.

Then what did you do?

I threw away my tonfas. They're useless to me.

Tell them what happened next.

I waited outside the hospital with my knife. I waited for someone to leave and snuck up behind them slitting their throat as soon as they stepped out of the safe area.

How many?

Five dead so far.

What did you do if someone saw you?

Ran into the safety of the hospital.

Why did you do this?

To kill you. 

Did you make enough for your plan?

Yes.

What happened then?

I bought the new computer. It was a mask like the cards wear but without a symbol and without the extra benefits. This was all explained by the club running the store. Then I smashed the laptop... I thought I killed you...

But?

You were in the mask. You are in my mind.

How can you get rid of me?

By killing everyone and winning the tournament.

That's right. Good Mr. Miri. Let's go find someone to kill.  

Well fuck...

So apparently my computer has gone from hoping for my demise to actively plotting my demise. That's just great. Hey interesting news Genome. You're gonna love this. I can get a new computer of sorts for 550 points. You know what that means?

It means if I kill enough people I can fucking smash you. The compulsion won't save you once I can just get myself a new computer.

So yeah get some competitors coming for me. The more I kill the closer you are to death.

We shall see Mr. Miri.

Yes we shall asshole.

Post #3Beta

He used me to smash her in the side of the head and then hit her a few more times until she stopped moving. I told him she's not dead but he ignored me. I told him to stab her in the throat but he didn't.

He's weak.

He didn't even take her weapon away.

He needs to die.

Perhaps I should be more proactive about his execution. I wonder which of the other contestants would be most useful for this task.

The Snake Child would not hesitate but perhaps the proxy would be more effective.

Mr. Miri has managed to find his way to what amounts to a hospital here.

The woman managed to brake his nose and cause severe facial lacerations.

There are a few other contestants here. Maybe I can persuade one of them to kill him.

Post #3Alpha

Mr. Miri is currently fighting for his life. His attempts to hide were, as I noted, ill advised. He was attacked while exploring by a woman of about 27 years of age. She was carrying a claymore. The sword not the explosive device. A very ill advised weapon. However Mr. Miri due to his seemingly defective thought processes almost found himself decapitated. It was mere luck that his attempt to step back resulted in him tripping and thus dropping below the slash. Even for an ineffectual being like Mr. Miri this should have been an easy fight. He carries knives and has shown some proficiency with them. In a fight such as this he should have been able to finish her easily with them. However, he also carries a pair of exotic weaponry he has absolutely no proficiency with. These are what he chose to grab and fight with. They are tonfas. I actually had to research what those are. They are essentially a pair of wooden clubs with a short rod sticking out perpendicular to the main rod. The short rod is gripped in ones fist and the main rod is used to bludgeon one's opponent.

It is probably a very effective weapon in the right hands.  Mr. Miri's hands are not the right hands. He flails at his opponent like a man suffering a seizure. He managed to get one good hit in merely due to the awkwardness of attempting to defend oneself with a claymore. He managed to hit her shoulder and she retreated. At this point she proved herself more intelligent than Mr. Miri and dropped her weapon. She is now soundly beating the shit out of Mr. Miri with her fists.

I believe he is about to attempt to use me as a weapon again.

Excuse me.

What happened?

No seriously what happened?

Your new follower knocked you out and brought us to this place.

What is "this place"

Research has told me that this is The Board. It is the domain of a creature who calls itself the Game Master. It would appear that you have been chosen along with many others to compete in a tournament. One where you fight to the death.

I don't think much of your chances.

... I'm going to have to kill people?

Yes. It would seem that the other contestants have been active for a while. It is a miracle you were not killed in your sleep. Better get a move on though it's likely you will be attacked soon.

Well damn I need to find somewhere to hide and fast.

Won't help

Shut up.

Post #2Alpha

Mr. Miri has ceased conscious functions.

Unfortunately he continues autonomous functions.

Still this may lead to more amusing events in the future.

Question

If you're not going to be beneficial and are in fact hoping that I die why shouldn't I just smash you?

Compulsion: The seemingly undeniable urge to blog or otherwise expose the story of ones interactions with the fears to the general public.

... Fuck you

Your interest is flattering but I am afraid I am not interested.

What? Wait did you just

Something wrong Mr. Miri?

No no nothing's wrong

Good. Oh and your follower has been murdered. You have acquired a new follower in his place.

What were?

If I told you where would the fun be?

Fu- No wait just... Nevermind.  

God damn it!

Ok so as you can probably guess I got attacked. Some bastard

BOUGH MEN (noun)

   Old.

A servant for the Misery-Maker known as Old Mister Gaunt or the SLENDER MAN. The more common name for them is "proxies" - and these days, are divided up into smaller groups such as Agents or Hallowed. In the old days, they were all called Bough Men - for "they stood on the black boughs of Old Mister Gaunt's trees."

   Example: He began working as a Bough Man, hunting down runners and keeping track of other servants.

Other terms: proxies, Branched Men, the Pale Fingers.~Book of Cant

No. No no shut the hell up! I'm already pissed at you now is not the time to interrupt me with your bullshit!


So, I'm resting on this bench and suddenly Genome makes a beeping sound I check it and just see the message he left a day or two ago with a notepad saying "look behind you" I turn as this guy is standing behind me and stabs a knife at my face. I swing the laptop instinctively and manage to hit his hand then get up and ready myself still holding the laptop as a weapon. The guy flexes his hand glares at me and runs off. I'm sure he's still out there.

What the fuck Genome. You trying to get me killed?

Yes

Oh... I really wasn't expecting that answer.

Your death will be hilarious.

...

 

Post #1Alpha

Mr. Miri is being followed. I don't think I'll tell him.

It will be funnier this way.

Hey guys.

My name is Drake Miri


I'm a runner.

You may or may not know what that is.

RUNNER (agent noun)

   Current & Old.
One who runs. Usually applied to those who run from one or more of the Misery-Makers or their servants.
    Example: He met a runner from the Skinny Bastard on his travels.
Other terms: Legmen, Marathon Men, the Escaped. ~Book of Cant

Um yeah thanks Genome. So yeah that's what a Runner is... I'm assuming the misery makers is another name for the fears...

MISERY-MAKERS (noun)

   Old.

An older term for those currently known as FEARS.

  Example: A runner once said he witnessed a meeting of the Misery-Makers, but would not reveal what he had seen. He committed an Act of Despair soon after.

Other terms: the Fears, Fossils, Phobic Representational Entities (PREs), the Dancers at the End of the World (old). ~Book of cant

Yes thank you again genome...

Anyways so I'm a runner. Have been for a few years

Records indicate exactly 7 years and 3 months.

Genome I will smash you if you interrupt me again.

Anyways so I've been running for a number of years but never blogged before this day. That's because until today I never had access to a computer. However, just this morning I got attacked. Got away and managed to steal a laptop from my attacker.

That laptop turned out to have... a bug. A bug by the ot typing this btw human turned into a creature of pure thought and data who inhabits electrical systems.

God damn it Genome what did I just say!?

Apologies Mr. Miri

So now I have Genome essentially narrating my life and "helpfully" inserting information he believes is relevant. I'm not typing this in fact. I'm merely dictating this.

So anyways hello...

Hello