Well...

I've seen worse. And still, it's fun to see Adrian running and laughing at the same time.

We've done #8, which is more or less, a substitute for #4, or rather we have been doing it for the past couple of weeks. It basically consists of recurringly hitting TPF with balloons full of paint and taking note of any patterns that might appear on his non-face.

Until today Adrian refused to participate. He was only supposed to resupply me with balloons today, but, well, the Faceless Dude appeared and he just threw it. Then we legged it, but I swear, Adrian's ballooon gave Slendy a Breakerface.

Also, me rabling on is on tumblr for those, who are interested.

Also, I almost expected a Sopia post to be here when I sat down to post this.

Nothing new from Brian, but he says he's close to remembering. Way to tempt fate. Well, let's hope he actually remembers and it's something useful.

I will have another audio entry tomorrow. I think some things bear repeating and overthinking.

Easy

Dear Sopia, I can only guess you're reading this, so here goes:

Easter eggs were a cinch to find. I know what I like and you make some empty accusations there. Maybe back it up next time? Nah, you perfer being cryptic.

To everyone else: Sopia's riddles are moderately easy, so I'm not giving you the results or solution. The answer is of no consequence.

In a couple of days I think I should have a proper update ready for you - I have an idea. Screw #4, it wouldn't have accomplished anything anyway, except perhaps making me dead and making TPF look silly.

The plane is near the brick.

Let's do this.
-Maduin.

Breach of Trust

Things have happenned again.

I was suspicious of several people near me being proxies, so I informed them of several hiding places, by mentioning those offhand in a discussion. Hiding places where one could hide notes and supplies.
You know, for pranks.
All these hiding places were fakes, with markers hid in them, you know, basic stuff, to check if someone has been in there.
None of these were broken into.

However, my actual supply hiding spot was raided, and, funnily enough, the only stuff that's gone were things for #4. Is it that dangerous? Or do these guys find it amusing?

Anyway, another thing that's happenned recently goes thus: a co-worker walked up to me during my break, we had a fun talk and he just fell silent mid-sentence, making a furious face. I knew him to be the kind of guy to do this jokingly, so I smiled at him. He smiled back, then he made the angry face again and clocked me in the face and started spouting gibberish.

I lost a friend that day.

At least he didn't cause any lasting injury.

Adrian has recounted a similar occurrence at his job.

We need to move faster.

We've been busy

So, sorry for not updating more recently. Remeber the bad hunch I had last time? It was simple - the hardware for #6 would be gone or broken before we would be able to get it.
It was. Someone plugged the amps in in reverse polarity and, well, they fried. Fancy that.

Adrian was released from hospital last week, but seems to have some kind of blood deficiency problem, explicitly stated to be something different from anemia. It seems to be an extremely rare condition and even rarer to appear after the age of twelve, so yeah, thank you  TPF, for fucking up Adrian's blood.
Brian, on the other hand, is still under psychiatric supervision, sufferring from some nocturnal anxiety syndrome. I'd say no shit, but this thing seems to baffle his doctors to no end. He asked us to get his charms and red string from his apartment. We knew it wouldn't do much good, but hey, it's reassuring a friend.
You might have already guessed what we encountered there.
They were gone. All the charms were gone and so was all the red string. On a hunch I checked the photo Brian made during the intrusion.

They were already gone by that time. This gives us some good news and some horrible news.

There is some merit to all those protective measures. That's the good news.
They can be easily removed by Slendy's puppets. That's the horrible news.

So we've been resupplying. And stashing our supplies at places away from our homes. Replanning everything, from #4, which I now will make twice, through #6 which requires hardware, #7 for which we'd need more manpower, Adrian's #8, and my new #9, which I will reveal only after I performed it.

The first three pranks worked because they weren't revealed beforehand. #4 was never employed because it was either it, or the Christmas gift #5, and I chose #5. Then I started giving details out. That's when everything started to go down the drain. So, new plan, new hiding places, new everything.

I've got another bad hunch, but I think we can turn it to our advantage.

As for the revelation of zero's return and some other things, I think I'll refer you to the the audio logs.

P.S.
Also, seriously, I found some people referencing me among the bloggers, but please, it's Maduin, not Maudin. Mad-ooh-in.

Okay, not fun...

After work yesterday I found someone had been at my home - #4 is gone, notes on a potential #7 are gone.

For those interested #7 was to consist of confronting TPF with several varying fascimiles of itself, but I got a lot of ideas and perferred to commit them to paper. Now that has been either stolen or destroyed.

Point is, this was something of an "inside job" - there was no forced entry, no mess other than what I make of my home myself, and only these two things were gone - the box with #4, which was under my desk and the notes on #7, which were stashed between the pages of an encyclopedia. Or rather, of a volume of the encyclopedia. A volume occupying a shelf among shelves of books.

Strangely enough, The Mask is intact and I found it right where I left it.

The guys have mentioned ever more intense stalking and Brian said he had something to tell me about his encounter, while I can barely ever notice Slendy, always standing there in the distance.

This worries me.

I think we need to regroup.

I'll get back to you guys after I get in touch with Adrian and Brian.

Stay Safe
Maduin