Confusion

As in I am confused.

Because this appears to be the Jester. And he seems to have gotten himself a handful of rope. Or two handfulls.

And as far as I know, and I've been asked here, there is only one mask, especially since Maduin himself stated in the comments to this post that it was hand-made by a friend.

Then again, nowhere like a sailing supplies store to buy rope, I guess.

EDIT:

I woke up to this. This is just grand.

Clarity

I thought it was getting boring here, so I decided to clear up some things to pass the time.

I am able to post non-cryptically, like I'm doing now for instance.

I will not give you any information regarding myself. I care about my privacy.
Okay, not any details, but I can promise you I am not hostile towards the Jester, Adrian or any of you people.

Yes, for once I am actually addressing the readers rather than the Jester.

The Jester himself, in case you're interested, is fine. For all his claims of "needing the mask back" he's either done bugger all, or he's been keeping a spectacularily low profile. The only thing out of the ordinary is that he now drunkenly sings shantys every evening. It's not the singing, or the shantys, or even the drunkedness that's unusual - it's that it happens daily. And he doesn't even seem too hung over in the mornings.

Adrian hasn't shown hide or hair of himself since the mask theft either.

Oh, there's one more assumption you made, but you'll find about it sooner or later.
It'll be a doozy.

I wouldn't say morons

But he's on to something.

And yes, that was one of the false assumptions I meant.

Developments

Things are starting to get interesting.

The Jester is indisposed at the moment - the police are investigating his involvement in the disappearance of the person known to you as Brian.

He should be available shortly.

Let me tell you a story

There was once a boy who went walking home from a Christmas party.
He didn't notice he's being followed.
The first to follow him was his friend, who was concerned for him.
The second to follow him was a man who wanted payback.
The third was a bunch in masks who blamed him and wished him ill.

The boy noticed the man and snuck away, putting on his rabbit head and saw the masked group. They were there to get retribution for being wronged by the boy, or so they thought.

The rabbit saw behind them a tall figure.
THE Tall Figure even, the definite article, so to speak.
He mocked the figure, thinking these masked people were there doing the Figure's bidding. He asked if they were going to sing and dance.
They weren't there to obey the Figure, but it made them do it, anyway.

They attacked the boy, because they so willed. They sang and danced, because The Tall Figure so willed.
They didn't understand one thing though.
They did not understand that the boy who was the rabbit had a song of his own.
With this song he smashed their heads and slit their throats until only three remained.
Three weren't a threat, so the rabbit did what he intended to do - he gave the Figure what he had prepared.
Had it worked? Nobody knows, because the three weren't compelled to sing or dance anymore.
They attacked him and that's when the man who wanted payback saved him. The three ran off.

The boy remembers it differently.

And the man did not lie.

he's killed "Brian"
He tried to kill me, "Brian" tackled him and he pulled a switchblade and gutted him

I legged it.
I guessed his password, changed it and I'm calling the police, I'm calling them right now.

This was all a ruse.
Don't trust the rabbit man.

-"Adrian"

Is this a sitcom?

No seriously. For the past week I've been in Berlin, visiting friends and drinking beer, mostly having nothing to do with anything related to TPF.

I check the blog on a whim and I see this.
And my first thought is "I haven't had an actual porn stash for years".

Anyway, I checked the last place I've ever kept one.
I found this:

 By the look of the shelves this should be Brian's bedroom. Now I have to wonder what this was doing in my former porn stash.
Or rather why Sopia would put it there.
I have no doubts that Sopia has access to my apartment, but perfers to play the "Cerbral" villain instead of directly confronting me.
I'm not gonna complain.

Also, about my trip to Germany.
I, of course, had some beer, but I've also been to the Naturkundesmuseum - they've had an insane exhibit of FEATHERS. I shit you not.

And seriosuly, who writes "God Help" on the door of a museum?

Oh, and I've tried to shoot some videos but only a minute or so made as anything else than static. I'm putting it up here for anyone interested.

Good night.