Well fuck

I can't find the mask anywhere.

Pranks done

I shat a house, I kid you not.

I'll briefly address current events before proceeding to the meat of this entry.
Everything seems to be going to hell everywhere. Nessa, Robert, Jean. I'm sorry, I can't help.
Also, some agent who hijacked Robert's blog seems to demand that the (Titled) reject their (Titles), the Runners clear their blogs and so forth and so on.
He keeps saying how irrelevant and powerless we are. Disproportionate retribution then.
Either that, or we're somehow relevant.

Shaun rejected his title with an air of defiance. He stated that it wasn't his anyway.
Will I do the same? Today, I don't think so.
'Seer'? I could, it's too serious for me.
'Sage'? Too big.
'Jester'? Sorry, mine.

On to the "pranks".

Prank 1/3:
 Materials:
  - one complete business suit; black
  - one faceless latex mask
  - one drone, agent or whoever
  - any type of room with mirror
  - smelling salts
Performance:
Confirmed agent/drone of TPF in my vicinity. Lured drone into shopping mall bathroom where he was swiftly knocked out and put into a costume of TPF.
Used smelling salts to wake drone. Subject saw himself in the mirror and started having something that looked like either a heavy headache or a complete breakdown.
TPF appeared after a few minutes of prolonged stationary panic of subject and forcibly removed the mask.
Subject fainted.

I'm not comfortable with this pseudo-scientific approach, I'll get back to writing normally.

And that's when I quuietly retreated
I suspect this created a severely traumatic identity crisis within the poor bugger I used. TPF was unimpressed, but look somewhat agitated. Either he didn't notice me, or the unmasking was more important than me.
It's a possible distraction measure.

Prank 2/3:
You need: TPF, a 20$ bill

Yes, I did that. That's the one after which I needed to "shit myself to a calm". I carried twenty dollars (American) on me and I walked around late waiting to notice him. And there he was. I gripped the bill and walked up to him.
My intention was to just shove him the bill and walk away, but I froze up.
The fear was tangible at that distance, it was a chilling suspense whichmade every horror book, game or movie I've ever played and enjoyed look timid in comparison.
So after the few seconds which it took me to jerk out of the paralysis of ruining horrors for myself forever he was still there, right in front of me, "looking" at me with what seemed a quiet interest.
I shoved the twenty into him, I don't know how and when he grabbed it, but it doesn' matter.
He started to look to the bill and to me in turn and looked thoroughly confused.
The idea here was, that if he runs on belief and knowledge of him, meme's related to him may affect him.
I walked away after some time. He was still shifting his gaze from the twenty to me and back when I lost sight of him.
Possible memetic weapon here, then.

Prank 3/3:
For this prank get: one mask with distinct human features, one insane person with no survival instinct to actually do it.

The insane person is me, of course.
This one began like 2/3, but instead of handing him 20$ I picked the human mask out of my pocket and shoved it onto where his would be. I still don't get why didn't do anything to me in these two attempts.
Anyway, after being masked TPF started exhibiting similiar symptoms to the drone from 1/3, only additionally he started to lose shape and form.
The problem is two proxies appeared out of nowhere right when I did that, as if they rose out of the ground.
I clocked one immediately, but the other was too nimble. They pulled out knives. I decided to leg it just in case. And it's effing hard to giht in The Mask.

This prank may work well as a last chance effort to save oneself in TPF's presence.

As to the victims, Brian and Clara exhibit no new or interesting symptoms, while Adrian apparently found this blogm read it and now officially hates my guts for intentionally infecting him.

Tough luck.

That's it for today guys,
Stay Safe
Maduin The Jester

Masks

Well, this is something I wanted to post about sooner or later, so here goes.

We all wear masks, most of the time in the metaphorical sense - we behave in certain ways before our families, our co-workers, people on the street. This is a natural defensive behaviour, since humans, most of them, believe that exposing your actual "self" before anyone except the closest of people (and in some cases even before those) puts them at risk. People are uncomfortable with being themselves before others for fear of this being used as a weapon against them.

This is also why people seem startled or shocked by those who do not feel restraint in their public behaviours - they see them as behaving obscenely, or perhaps carelessly. Both cases are just scary to most people.

For similar reasons when conducting some activities related to TPF I wear an actual physical mask.

It is a mask emotionally linked to myself, being a sad reminder of a happier times, representing an entity of an approach akin to mine, yet with a differrent motivation altogether.

The motivation is simple - this is another layer of character that neds to be penetrated before my personality itself will become the target. However, this is not the only reason.

As we're set in this struggle with a faceless horror, we are becoming characters in a story and masks reinforce the roles we play, while some of TPF's drones, if they were masks anyway, wear almost featureless ones, to accentuate their "spear-carrier" nature.

Makes me wonder what kind of mask my 'Rock' would wear...

But enough of this pseudo-intellectualism on my part, on to the status report on the victims:

Adrian is slowly developing hostility towards people normally friendly to him and has once recounted losing time, but he cannot recall the conversation in which this happenned.

Brian finished an archive binge on Dreams in Darkness and got quite heavily into Everyman HYBRID. Vicitim has taken to study of mythical and occult techiniques of driving off evil fairies.

Clara seems okay so far. Symptoms have not changed since last noted.

Also, I know this is pprobably not funny, but the Three Sages have become three Gs:

Guardian, Guide and Gone.

Stay safe,

Maduin

Seer-Jester-Sage

I hate clowns

They terrify me to no end and they did so long before I read Stephen King's "IT", or saw Tim Curry perform the role of Pennywise.

The problem with me is, I'm sort of a fear junkie. I thrive on suspense, tension and irrational fears and this is what got me drawn into my current situation with Tall-Pale-Faceless.

Still, my despise of clowns goes beyond fear and into outright loathing, wich makes me taking up the mantle of the Jester in this performance quite amusing. Then again, I am also always up for a good laugh.

And so, the Jester who despises Clowns and laughs at himself for sitting so close to them has received a nomination for the title of "Sage" by some messenger of the former Three Sages.
Numbered 1, to boot.
I thought I was the one to joke here, but fate loves one-upping me on the funny.

Nice to see numbers 2 and 3. We make a diverse bunch.

So, I got this second mantle, after being named  a "Seer" by Robert, and while never fully accepted that one, I think I'll cut up both robes and sew them into my new jester suit.

And here I am, the Rule of Three Personified - Holding Three Titles, first one Given, second one Chosen, third one Inherited, being the First of The Second Three Sages, overseeing The Three Victims.

Still, the Joke's on us, because we're the Second Three, and the cycle won't be complete without a Third Three, so we'll either have to step down at some point, or be struck down. Not a happy thought.

But enough of this pointles wall of text, I'll get to the point. Zero, you want to communicate, silvermaduin@gmail.com it is. I don't see how I can help, you, or, inversely, how you could assist me, but let's try. Amelia, you get in contact too.

I still can't see why the titles were passed on to us, but let's run with it.

As for my joke, there's nothing new on the Victims, a trap has been set for TPF, however calling it a trap is exaggarating, because it's more of a prank, for which I could use one of his drones, but any runner will do.

And one more thing, I'm noticing ever more a Rock that sparks my interest and might become helpful. It's a joke within itself, because the Rock seems to not be there.

Oh my, an entire post, and I dare say a quite long one, consisting almost entirely of shameless self-plugging, as Someone ;) put it.

I will need to make a couple photos for my next entry, but let's wait for that until something note-worthy happens to the Victims, shall we?

Stay Safe
Seer-Jester-Sage
Maduin

P.S.
Also, I read the initial letters of our (Amelia, Zero and mine) handles in the order we were given. Read out loud it goes "am-AY-zee" and I can't help but giggle every time I do that.

The sinning commences

Robert, Sage turned Guardian,  is gone.

Jay has been gone for a while.

Shaun apparently also ended, but in his case there's still hope.

Still, Robert stated that the new Three Sages are there and the titles are up for grabs, so I'm very interested who will step up to the challenge, while I play a trick on TPF.

Also, there's a bunch of psychos with heavy duty firepower tracking and eliminating runners as a means to stop TPF's existence. Won't do any good, if you ask me, and Nightcrawler, as their leader calls himself, will most likely end up shooting himself.

So, for the title drop on this post.
The sinning commences, three victims have been infected, each a different person altogether, each given a different story. It's been almost two weeks, so let's introduce them:

First victim, called Adrian for convenience. Early twenties, fit, good-looking, nothing exceptional about him. Infected via Marble Hornets and Dreams in Darkness. Symptoms so far: maniacal delving into the mythos and initial look-over-the-shoulder paranoia.

Second victim, "Brian". Late teens, story writing talents, sub-par physical performance, book worm, initially fuelled with tales of badassery of Detective Ezekiel Strahm and similar, associate's the mythos with Croshaw's "John DeFoe series". Symptoms so far: claims to have seen TPF once and is currently checking mythological texts, folk legends and fairy tales for creatures resembling him and any method to fight back.

Third victim, "Clara". Mid-twenties, long-time RPG player, charismatic, good singing voice, inventive, very fit, treated to almost every comedic meme concerning our pursuer before being introduced to TribeTwelve and Just another Fool, her favourites are "20 dollaz" and "Splendorman". Symptoms so far: nothing noticable, except maybe a painfully vocal addiction to aforementioned memes.

As for me personally, sightings have been scarce but regular and yesterday he manifested prominently outside a bar I was having a drink in. I may be acting irrationally, but I haven't left home, I'm not running.

Oh, and M has been gone quite a while now, I hope he's okay, even though he'll start hating my guts as soon as he reads this post.

Stay safe.