Thursday, October 21, 2010


We've been searching for Sandra all day, and nothing's turned up, goddammit...

And for something without a mouth, Slender sure can scream in a blind rage with the best of them.

We've been checking everywhere, and it'll only get worse if it starts raining tomorrow like the forecast said.

And Jack, don't even TRY to blame yourself.



  1. How can I not? It's all my fault.


  2. Cue exasperated sighs as we try to get it through your skull that none of this is your doing...NOW.

    We found her. She's alright, just scuffed up and sleeping.