Cleaning up

Finally got around to making myself the only admin here. Phil could comment, as an author, but lets just say he hasn't got the capability right now. Rather funny, when you think about it.
Anyway, the point is that Craft is running the show now! Vive la revolution!

And I'm out. Wasn't so hard,all things considered. Guess I just never had the motivation to do it. Now to business. If you're reading this, proxies in Finchley, you'd better leave. because I have some major stress to burn, and a full can of petrol.

Oh hey

Look at that. Phil isn't the only one who can hack. Fucking weak password. Anyway, my recommendation to you, Sanna, is not to eat food from strangers (FUCKING KELEVRA? HOW FUCKING STUPID CAN YOU BE BEFORE YOU JUST DIE OF NOT KNOWING TO BREATH?). as for your mystery admirer, I'm betting it's a proxy, who's just waiting to kill you. After all, you've got to let meat rest just after you've roasted it, or the juices all run out at once and then you just have horrible dry meat. yuck.

Anyway, that advice goes to whoever did kidnap poor little Sanna. I'd also recommend cooking each joint separately, to better fit into the regular oven. Given that people taste a lot like pork, rubbing some salt into the skin could give you some nice crackling, or at least help to flavour the fat and meat deep down. Another technique is to layer over the meat with some bacon (sorry, not sure where to get bacon off a human) to help keep it moist and juicy.

Anyways, to the point. Since I'm gonna be stuck here for a while, and watching the cameras doesn't interest me much (not sure how Phillip keeps it up. he's a bit of an odd one), I'm going to help you out of your little pickle. I don't recommend pickling people, it just doesn't work so well. Smoking or Salting is a better idea. And less likely to make the victim drown early.

Anyway, all this blogging has made me hungry. good thing the fridge was full on friday.

fuck you craft

I think craft blindsided me when I left the apartment. Cant remember much, must have knocked me onthe head pretty bad. fuck. woke up arround midday locked up in my flat( got a padlock for security. locked from inside. see the lock, my keys been stolen),since then ive been trying to get out. sonofabitch locked the door, so that sucks. got plenty food in fridge, and cameras seem to be ok, but it seems im kinda stuck in here. cant kick in doors without drawing unwanted attention. ill figure something out. sorry about spelling and grammar, not much time to write, and a lot on my mind. sorry i couldn't help sanna. fucking good speech, something happens and im fucking useless.

Goodbye cruel world

I said I was waiting for the axe to fall. Turns out I was wrong where it'd fall. Trouble in Mersey, and here I am running to the rescue like a fucking idiot. So I guess this is gonna be goodbye; I have a train to catch, and then I'm fairly sure Kelevtov is gonna have my head, so that'll be a new experience.
Sanny, how dumb can you be?

Legwork

So I have two major projects right now. Firstly, to expand my little island of surveillance. Hopefully I can make a safe haven in London for runners. Do I've been out most of today, checking cameras and noting blindspots. I'll need some way of covering those later, but I can still get a pretty good overview of what's going on in the local area. If there are any proxies, it'll be an unpleasant surprise, I'll tell you that for nothing. I've also got a memory extension in on my laptop, so I can keep a few days worth of film saved. So that's awesome.

My other task isn't going so well. I'm going to find a way to kill the slenderman. In the great game, humans have always been pawns. But as Pratchett said, 'if the pawns all banded together, maybe recruited a few rooks, the whole board could be a republic in a few turns.'. The players have never been at risk, not from us. But there are only a few of us, and I'm nobodies pawn. So I'm compiling what I know, what's been said and what's been done. Maybe I'll die. But I'll die knowing I did something. And I'd say that's worth it.

Late night rambling.

So all's quiet on the western front. I've kept an eye on the monitors, found no proxies, no static. Considering expanding this operation; it'll take some legwork, but eventually I could keep an eye on half of London from the comfort of my seat! Not legal, of course, but the police turn abound eye as far as slendy goes.

I've been doing a lot of thinking on the nature of slendy. I mean, Kelevtov told us that his 'suit, is just azoth, and that the creature itself is internal. We also know that azoth is magnetic. Could be why he fucks electronics; controls suit through magnetic control? Suit magnetic itself? Brain controlled through electromagnetic impulses, so could he manifest some control? Does he affect compasses?

Nature of the 'Feral one'? Has servants; rake? Wild things on path: his subjects? Alliance slendy-rake collapsing? Too many questions, not enough data. How to collect more? Film path? Interview proxy? Ex-proxy? Strider?

Anyways, that leaves one question that can be answered. Strider, have there beene any changes to the path, specifically the beasties on it, over the past few months? Probably ought to stick that on Sannas blog, where it might get answered. Tomorrow.

I am a sexy hacker GOD!

Well, two out of three ain't bad. I'm holed up in an apartment in London; seems like whoever was here just cut and ran. Probably couldn't pay the bills. Anyway, the Bailiffs took most of the furniture, but there's still a sofa, power and gas. which is good; my laptop was running seriously low on batteries.

So since I'm sticking around here for a while, I've set up some security. There were some CCTV cameras around the building, so I took a wander, checked ID numbers and all that jazz, and hey presto! Free home security! Should be enough of a warning to get the fuck out, unless they're using the path. Maybe if I magnetised the ceiling I'd be safe from that, but I can't think of an efficient method. Probably be fine- Other than Kelevtov, I can't think of a single pathfinder who I've pissed off. So I can hang tight here for a while, plan out my next move. I've heard Rio is nice this time of year! ;P