You were a life late
I am two weeks late
He will be five months late

Branford.
On the day of the hour.

Resolution

The Jester went and did something insane.
His friend paid for it with his life, so now there's things to be heard.

There's also things to be written - because a Jester is there for the King's amusement and, well, who's the King in this piece.

I can't understand why he did what he did, but I did not question him, since we were both bonded to Slendy.

He had a message ready for quite some time.

I think it's time you hear it.

I don't think you'll hear from me again.

Bye

Reason

I am not sure what to make of this, but I think he might be giving himself grief.

And there is something I need to inform all of you about.

I have given Slendy twenty bucks before the Jester did.

I messed up.
I was supposed to keep tabs on the Jester, and I messed up.
I've no idea where he is.

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.

Check your porn stash

And take one of the one the good guy took.

Tumbling

Okay, I remember getting drunk saturday, that much fits.
But I sure as hell don't remember posting this, but okay. I can take hint. Especially from myself.

I delved into the far reaches of my hard drive, to the classic rock and metal folders to find Fear of the Dark gone, replaced by "Fear of the Dark.txt" which said "You put it in the bin".
And there it was, along with POST THIS ON TUMBLR IDIOT.mp3, which is just an empty audio file, but another txt file in there convinced me.
I'm not hard to convince, not by myself.

Also, I managed to try out the dog sounds in the meantime. Didn't keep much attention until it got to the recording of me barking myself, which caused TPF to, well, reach out for the portable speaker set I was using.
I didn't bother to stay and check what he did with it.
Nice to know I'm a good decoy. I can use that, actually.

And I keep buggerring on!

DVD

So I met up with Clara and she gave me my DVD back, showed me several fan and parody videos, including "Blame the Viking" and "Slender Madness". Glad she has fun with it.

Anyway, we watched the film together, and I'll just put it this way:

RELEVANT.

The appearance is similar enough, the modus operandi is adequate. I think this qualifies as another occurrence of TPF on some subconscious level.
He seems to be mankinds eternal villain, but I daresay there's some people who, again at a subconscious level, identify with him.
Hence, Alex Mercer

.

 

 He looks like Slendy, has several abilities similar to Slendy's, is probably as human as the Slender Man and orbits somewhere around villain protagonist. Oh, and the thing that kickstarted the events of his game? "Project REDLIGHT".

Since I don't really believe in coincidence at this point, I'll be more inclined to seeing this as some enormous red herring, or perhaps a joke on the faceless man's part.

Anyway, after we finished watching the film (I still tear up at the ending) I noticed the new post by Sopia... I really am not sure what to think of it.

Still looking for things I did on the night of the concert. I thought I was onto something when I found a note saying "Fear of the Dark is awesome, I should listen to it more" in my coat pocket, but it's really just stating the obvious. Ah, well, if it is relevant, I'll make sense of it somehow.

Let's Play Jester Doubt

More stuff

Okay, I got a text from a friend today. It said:
"Hey, I found where I put that DVD you texted me about two weeks ago. I take it you still want it back, the way how freaked out you were in your text. Oh, are you still into that Slendyman thing, because I've got the most awesome video to show you!"

Okay, roughly two weeks ago was the concert and the gore-party. I can't remember texting her, so I take it I did it while within lost time. And the only DVD she borrowed from me recently was... oooh!

This may prove amusing.

Although, I was under the impression she got over the Mythos. This may also prove complicated.

Oh, and Overmatter suggested recordings of dogs barking. I have several recordings at the ready and will post any results I get. Taking that I survive.

Let's get cracking.

O-kay...

I have only one question about that night if that night Sopia writes of is that night I think of, that is the night of the concert.

And that is, where was I and what did I do?

If Sopia doesn't know this, that means Sopia knows as much as I do. Well, at least we're equally uninformed.

I may have a semblance of an answer though. I noticed that I when I woke up writing that entry, I was actually wearing a different pair of trousers than to the concert...well, actually, I noticed the trousers I had worn to the concert were lying between books on a bookshelf.
Don't judge me - with a mess such as I have in my home, it takes a while to notice details.

Anyway, I found a note inside their back pocket. It said "#6" on one side and had a...I think it's a crossword puzzle on the other. I'll upload a scan. Or photo, if I manage to get one of more than minimal quality (Samsung does not work well with Windows 7).

In the meantime, I think this transcription should suffice. Sorry that it's a bit skewed, I can't align them worth shit here.

      ___[ ]__ - First Sage
            [ ]____ - 11.13.10
______[ ]____ - He who preys at dawn.
        __[ ]___ - Strahm's minor harmful C.
      ___[ ] - The Goddamn Batman
            [ ]____ - Sharpay
        __[ ]__ - Your highjacker
      ___[ ]- the year of Megaman
            [ ]_____ - Dead and brainless
    ____[ ]__ - Not as brave as he was at the start
            [ ] - Broken 1

Credens Iustitiam

There is a question I want answered as bad as you do.

About that night.