SlenderNoir Tulpa Chase

Superheroes are awesome. Slenderman is an internet phenomenon. Noir detectives get cool tools. Now put those three together. you get Slenderman as a noir PI superhero with a .44 magnum chasing another tulpa (this one wore red gloves and had a triangle with an eye in the center for a face) by stretching his limbs in time to the music(Resonance by T. M. Revolution) to cross the gaps between buildings. THIS WAS SOME BOMB SHIT!! I don't care if no one uses that phrase anymore, that's what it was and that's what it shall always be! SlenderNoir Tulpa Chase, I hope to make you a flash one day...

Wiki Walk

College plays out a lot like high school did no friends homework not done and my only real enjoyment comes from griping about things I see, like horror movies. Most of them suck. Except for a few, most notably, the Unborn. The bottom line: Jewish Zombie Demons are scary. especially when they're coming after you because of the pregnancy that you don't know you have, it also seems to be during horror movies that things fall over in my closet... weird... When I was a freshman in high school I invited a friend to stay over at my house when his parents left him and his brother to go on vacation. I don't remember where they went. But my friend, his brother, and I all slept in my room, one on the bed, two on the floor, I'm malleable so it didn't really matter to me. So my friend, because we bonded over Exmortis, tells me about a demon that's been chasing him, and how he sees auras and shit like that. He's a compulsive liar, just so you know.

So he tells me that I have a guardian angel, and that the demons sword is now in the room with us. This is when shit gets weird. My friend says that the sword is hovering in front of my right eye, and I feel a sharp rise in temperature in front of my right eye. I haven't figured out the guy's a liar yet, so I'm COMPLETELY taken in by this then he says the sword stabs me in the eye and I feel actual pain. Since then I see worse in my right eye than in my left eye, but I can detect light changes better with it, it adjusts faster too.

The kind of demon he described to me is called a HUNTER. It is a tall armor-clad, muscular, humanoid that wears a dragon skull for a helmet. It looks normal except for it's left hand, which is scaly, not covered by it's armor and has an elongated middle finger. This hand can supposedly open physical holes in reality. The insignia/symbol/emblem for a hunter is what looks like a triforce with lines coming away from the top, bottom left and bottom right corners with three 6's all oriented so that the circular part is facing their respective corners. Then there is a pentagram in the central space between the triangles.

My friend confessed to me WAAAAAAAAAAY later that all the shit he fed me about the Base Realm (I'll explain it later) was just a game. I believed I was special because of this "game." I believed I mattered because of this "game." I felt head and shoulders above other people because I had a secret that nobody else had. I even helped someone realize that they were a guy trapped in a girl's body. I was blissfully ignorant. I could change the temperature of the air around my hand(I could make it colder) by a few degrees. I don't feel like talking anymore, till next time.

I feel like a puss for writing this just to yell...

I hate a great deal of things, the primary thing being me. The other stuff being lies. I could go on, but that's not the point. I write, so I like stories, I'm bored so I like the paranormal, and other weird stuff. I don't understand myself. Bear with me because I'm starting to ramble... I hate things that are REALLY good stories, but they're done so that you don't really know whether they're real, or just.... god fuck it. I like things in black and white, so it's ironic that my favorite color is dark grey. 

I already live with a twisted perception of reality, Hell, I'm delusional enough to believe that I have intangible wings that are the reason why nothing spiritual seems to happen to me, OR maybe spirit-y things don't exist, 

I'm crazy, and I have been so since the day I was born.

Sigh.... GOD I'm a fucking whiner... but when you're as confused as I am you probably have a reason to be whiny... or you are gullible and crazy... I just wish I knew what to do... I've been taken with the fantastic Slenderman Shit that is bouncing around the internet, and as such I had a sighting, a discussion with my friends, and an onset of paranoia, I don't know if he's real or not. Everything in this blog is factual from my understanding. I don't know if I'm insane or not, and I wish things made sense that I liked. I don't know why I want to kill people. I.................................... I hate living. but suicide is a massive puss-out maneuver I'm having a drunken rant when I'm not even drunk... I hope the bus comes for me soon.