tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61829894809791602602024-03-05T01:02:14.819-06:00H(a)untingWhat the hell do you think where the sun doesn't enterLyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-55911245725765796642015-02-15T03:15:00.001-06:002015-02-15T03:15:54.209-06:00<span style="color: blue;">Guess who's still alive, fucktrucks?</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-30260540341517673152012-08-10T23:19:00.001-05:002012-08-10T23:20:36.264-05:00Hey everyone<span style="color: blue;">We're all still here, and still good, except for a little spinal trauma obtained from a few bad decisions and an old swingset.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Sorry for the lack of posts. Like I said before, we've mostly been on Tumblr.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Now that I have my own computer, hopefully I'll post more on here eventually.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Ps: Changed the layout, since people were having some trouble reading</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-13552011476752005072012-04-07T21:09:00.001-05:002012-04-07T21:09:46.509-05:00Help himHelp us remember<br />
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He won't talk<br />
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Jack<br />
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He needs us<br />
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But He isn't telling<br />
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-SandraLyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-18006046372505520642012-02-20T17:39:00.000-06:002012-02-20T17:39:22.274-06:00UpdatesOh hey look more updating from the phone GODDAMN COMPUTER.<br />
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So the Seedeater crisis wasn't exactly a crisis so much as another curious monster wanting to get to the bottom of all the bad juju and dead teenagers built like linebackers. Didn't make him peeking in our windows any less startling, but everything's calmed down now. Doesn't come inside, but he does accept the leftovers we leave outside. Good. Our garbage disposal broke. <br />
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Rake's pretty appreciative of a new buddy to run around the woods with. Or limp, I should say. You'd think an Eldy would recover from a hard hit pretty quickly, but I'm guessing he's lower tier. <br />
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Slender's taking the new arrival pretty nonchalantly. Still spends all His time standing around reading over people's shoulders and patrolling for any leftover proxies. We've had a few close encounters, including someone hiding near the house waiting for us to come play in the snow a few days ago. He ended up interrupting Seed's hunt. Seeds interrupted his cardiovascular system. What is it with this house and bloody snow?<br />
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And Matt's been teaching me to drive. Dear baby Jesus. Lya's smart; she stays the hell away from the car when I'm backing out. I almost backed over Slender, poor bastard. Hand to God He didn't show up in the rearview. <br />
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Welp I gotta go Tumble and watch Let's plays and check for more emails from my fellow Eldy Sues. <br />
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-SandraLyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-8671586948227764562012-01-14T20:18:00.002-06:002012-01-14T20:18:57.066-06:00<span style="color: blue;">Hey guys sorry we haven't been posting here to the blog for awhile Tumblr's just easier to quickly update and we'll probably be back to here eventually but right now we have a situation looks like I might've aggfish'd another Eldy</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-46186585759535792392011-11-15T20:50:00.000-06:002011-11-15T20:50:21.215-06:00HALLE-FUCKING-LUJJAHOkay. I'm off the roof. Finally. Oh sweet Jesus I missed carpet. <br />
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Made one too many jokes about Slender wearing an apron/dress/tampon while Matt and Lya were out. Fucker wasn't pleased. I've been up there scraping my ass on the shingles since 3-O-FUCKING-CLOOOOOOOCK. <br />
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Rake would've fetched help but he still has a nasty limp from our run in with ///It/// so I was up there for awhile...<br />
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AND IT STARTED TO FUCKING SPRINKLE. <br />
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Goddamned Eldy bastard thinking He owns the place. <br />
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-SandraLyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-48905822694707916292011-11-15T16:48:00.000-06:002011-11-15T16:48:17.191-06:00FUCK THIS HORSE SHITIF THAT GODDAMNED ELDRITCH WHORE DOESN'T GET THE SWEET CHRIST BACK HERE I WILL BITE MY ARM UNTIL MY BONE IS A SHARP BLADE, CUT A GASH INTO HIS HEAD, FORCE EVOLUTION FOR THE SAKE OF GROWING A DICK INSTANTANEOUSLY AND SHOVE MY LADYCOCK DIRECTLY INTO HIS BLEEDING GAPING MAW AND LITERALLY SKULLFUCK THE PRINCE OF PRICK. <br />
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Ohshit nonononono I done goofed shit He's got my Pokemon Sapphire Code fucking Custard <br />
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HOLY FUCK HE'S GOT A LIGHTER OH SUFFERER SAVE US ALLnono I'll be good. <br />
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Okay crisis averted. <br />
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Shit. It's been like a fucking hour where the hell are the big kids. <br />
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-the most pissed off blogger in the fucking multiverseLyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-89332625122032854922011-09-30T07:02:00.000-05:002011-09-30T07:02:58.783-05:00Quick updateWell fook me but my iPhone won't let me color the text. Dammit we actually have to say who we are beforehand now DAMN.<br />
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Well ladies and gents this is your lovely host Sandy who is more sickly than ever today, courtesy of not chronic Slendersickness but undead my fucking sinuses which appear to have given up on me like everything else in my damn stupid head. Sorry if I start with the rambling but Sandra and cough syrup cocktail dun really play niiiiiice.<br />
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So our bastard computer decided to have a giraffe on us meaning I have to do everything from the iPhone the big kids got for my birthday last week. While that's made reading RHU so much easier, it's made Tumblr sadface somehow. Thankfully I saved my fucking gif folder this time because it looks like we'll have to wipe the computer's ass ourselves.<br />
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Hokai I gotta go Rake is staring longingly at my new Pokemon Sapphire because it's been more than seven whole hours since I last played and so help me God I WILL get that Magikarp to not be useless sushi by tonight.<br />
Alright here's hoping Hussie doesn't update before we fix the 'puter.<br />
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And remember kiddies, wrap your pecker before you deck her,<br />
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-SandraLyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-21522000809405229692011-09-18T11:45:00.000-05:002011-09-18T11:45:40.803-05:00What Went Down<span style="color: blue;">So the last update before the fight was me grabbing a knife and running outside. That's the point when I started getting nervous we wouldn't be posting anymore. It was insane.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I started ramming the front door, and I guess the chair Matt and Lya wedged against it was rickety as hell because it only took about a minute for it to shatter. I got outside and damn near shat the eastern seaboard.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Slender and ///It/// were having the most intense and furious fight I've ever seen in my life. The static noises were almost a loud as a sonic boom, it was horrible. Matt and Lya were on either side shooting at ///It/// hoping for a distraction to give Slender an edge. Rake was lying on the ground behind Lya nursing what looked like a broken back leg. Finally, ///It/// did get distracted.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">By the idiot human girl who stepped out of the safety of the house.</span><br />
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<em><span style="color: blue;">///It/// fucking lunged at me.</span></em><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Matt and Lya didn't even get a chance to scream before Rake caught up and bit down on ///It///'s hand. I swear I heard a furious roar.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">The best part: ///It/// <em>bled.</em></span><br />
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<em><span style="color: blue;">They bleed.</span></em><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">This foul smelling black liquid starting gushing out. Rake hurt ///It///. I wanted to hug him.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Even moreso when ///It/// ripped him off and flung him at a tree, resulted in a horrific yelp of agony and the snapping of tree limbs and bones. Rake blacked out.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">The humans all got <em>pissed.</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I threw the knife at ///It///, just barely hitting a shoulder but leaving not even a minor scratch.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Slender picked it up and flung the knife at ///It///'s head. Hit square between where the eyes would be, set off another waterfall of Eldy blood. It was serious, but apparently not fatal, because ///It/// still tackled Slender and started tearing into Him. He pulled out the knife and began stabbing. ///It/// finally got the hint that we were far from playing around and now knew that ///It/// could be hurt, and darted off.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">No humans were hurt, but Rake had several snapped ribs and a broken leg, and Slender's suit was ripped to pieces revealing several oozing gashes. We made a stretcher out of bed sheets to carry in Rake while Slender stayed outside waiting for the wounds to close up and wash Himself off.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">We treated Rake, got him all wrapped up, then went outside to get some samples of the blood.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Good God the smell of it. Like old copper and gasoline. And it was ink black. But other than that, almost exactly like human blood. Warm, slightly slick, easily washed out of the grass with the hose. The grass where it was didn't die, and it didn't leave ugly stains. It was disturbing how similar it was to normal blood.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Rake has been sleeping on the couch. I brought out my fishbowl and sat it on the end table so he can watch Pudge swim. He likes watching him swim. He'll be okay. We know that now, but last night we were panicking. He jumped in to save me and got fucked up for it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Good zombie puppy. Best zombie puppy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Slender's wounds closed up in less than an hour and He came out of the guest room a few minutes ago in a brand new suit. Red tie today.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">They bleed, guys. Human weapons in the hands of Eldys can make others <em>bleed.</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-16788675242046678462011-09-18T00:07:00.000-05:002011-09-18T00:07:17.514-05:00Safe<span style="color: blue;">We're all alive. We've got someone to fucking thank and some lucky stars or something because I don't even know how the fuck what just happened is even survivable</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I might curl into a ball and cry. Or vomit.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And Jesus the <em>smell </em>of that shit is so strong</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Matt's getting some samples of it, Slender's washing Himself off outside, and Lya's taking care of Rake</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Oh God <em>Rake</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">It's all my fault I don't want him to die I don't want him to die please <em>I don't want him to die</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-20370190613229784802011-09-17T23:43:00.000-05:002011-09-17T23:43:28.043-05:00Fuck that<span style="color: blue;">Rake is outside screaming in rage and pain, Matt and Lya have out the big guns, Slender is pissed to hell, the big kids have wedged something against the doors to keep me in</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And <em>///It/// is outside right now.</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Fuck all of this. Whatever happens now I am fucking SICK of this wannabe prickstain. I'm going downstairs to get a knife and so help me God something will break, be it the door, whatevers blocking it, or my shoulder.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Peace out bitches. Here's hoping we're all still here tomorrow.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-35204250733958110822011-09-17T17:48:00.001-05:002011-09-17T17:49:38.551-05:00Content<span style="color: blue;">The Hiatus continues, it seems.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">First off, to whoever sent the Luka video link: didn't really see anything weird. But good song. And the barbed wire was a lovely touch.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">So today, we went to see Contagion. And holy shit I loved it. And I cried. And laughed. And got really really pissed off at Jude Law's character. That movie was scarier than most horror movies.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">But now Rake's being a hypochondriac baby and not letting anybody near him. Don't think Eldys can catch human diseases, so he's either being dramatic for the sake of humor or a total pussy. I asked Slender what He thought...He was standing a few yards away. Walked over to ask Him, He Offscreen Teleported when I blinked. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I am surrounded by Eldritch Pussies.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Who wants to be the tall bitch is gonna just walk in here any moment wearing a surgical mas</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">FOR FUCK'S SAKE.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A FUCKING MOUTH.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">BASTARD.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-54185047023201072002011-09-05T16:59:00.000-05:002011-09-05T16:59:19.562-05:00Calm<span style="color: blue;">School's back in here, the woods are once again quiet, and the proxy wars are still on a sort of hiatus. Slender seems bored recently, but we're still, as one commenter said, distracting the big guy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Rake's been content. He mostly naps, eats, or watches me mess around on Tumblr.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And there's been a stir in the comments: somebody's gone over to the ///It/// side. BAD idea. We haven't seen anybody, but as far as we know ///It/// can transfer "invisibility" as well.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Creepy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Now if you'll excuse me, we've got a horror movie to watch. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-4616536786713280802011-08-04T21:28:00.000-05:002011-08-04T21:28:13.244-05:00The past week<span style="color: #274e13;">Slender's been quiet about this whole thing. Hasn't left any dead proxies around, no innocents running around town screaming about somebody creeping in their windows. I'm pretty sure He was just trying to remind us to stay on our toes about this whole thing. Sandra was absolutely pissed. Ran out after Him with a claw hammer. Ended up on the roof screaming obscenities. Nothing out of the ordinary there.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Rake's been on edge for awhile. He's not afraid of Slender, but he doesn't like for Him to get too close. Other than that, it's been relatively normal around here.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">That isn't going to last long, is it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">-Matt</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-1302886280741206112011-07-30T00:28:00.002-05:002011-07-30T00:28:49.313-05:00Jack<span style="color: blue;">Our computer isn't letting us post comments on any blogs. So this'll have to do. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I lulled you into a false sense of security, it seems. He wants everyone to know damn well that "lesser of two evils" is still evil. I'm so, so sorry, guys. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Take care of Drew, and stay as far away from Him as possible. Let's hope that He'll settle for hurting you to get the message across. If He tries again, I'll have to do something drastic.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-31385909798454129812011-07-29T22:01:00.002-05:002011-07-29T22:01:54.037-05:00Wait, what?<span style="color: blue;">Jack, what happened? What did He do to Drew? What the hell is going on?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-12765910308945393152011-07-25T15:47:00.000-05:002011-07-25T15:47:03.489-05:00Back Home<span style="color: blue;">Hopefully, some of you follow my Tumblr and got our update on Slendy's new trick. If not, then know He can apparently transfer His ability to remain unnoticed by humans to Rake. And, as we found out firsthand yesterday, other people.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Sorry we haven't updated here, the computer at the house we were staying in was being a bit bitchy with blogger and, towards the end, Tumblr. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">We were down in a suburb near Houston because Lya was housesitting for some friends of her family. Matt took Lya down to meet them, waited until they left for their vacation, and came back up to bring me down to avoid the slight chance that they might recognize me. Went to a July 4th carnival for some fireworks and rides and nummy funnel cake (where we found out about the "invisibilty" transfer), then visited Schlitterbahn Galveston on Friday, which was fun but lead to agonizing sunburn.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Matt was going to bring me back here on Saturday, and picked up an old school friend of his who lived an hour away from us and was visiting his parents for the weekend to take him home (he had never met me before, but to be cautious Matt called me "Cassie"). We were about an hour into the trip when the friend got a call and found out his mother had died in an accident (not Slender-related).</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Matt dropped me off with Lya and went with his friend to make sure he was okay. Slender and Rake, who were staying with Lya for the extra day, seemed confused. I told them what happened. Rake actually looked a little sad, but Slender was too busy trying to figure out how we'd get out because the homeowners were going to get back the next afternoon. We decided to leave early in the morning and drop me off in the town so Matt could come back and get Lya so I wouldn't be seen.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">We didn't expect them to get back early.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Rake woke me up around 9. I felt kinda disoriented, like walking underwater, and the edges of my vision were blurry. I got dressed and ran downstairs and HOLY SHIT WHY ARE THEY HERE.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I froze up for a bit but Slender made me keep moving. I tried sneaking around for the first few minutes, but Rake tugged on the bottom of my jeans and said "<text><span style="color: black;">t͙͚̺̫͇̘̪̫̂̍ͤ͛̋̀h̡̨͕̭̲̠̩̀͐͆ͫ͑̉͆͐͊͢ĕ͍̞̝̯͚̘ͥ́̎ͥ̾̀̚͜͠y̧̺̮͍͕͓ͨͣ ̢̟̮̝͕̺̠̱͈̌ͤ̂̄́c̸̠̫͚̖̩̱̱̄͒̈ͫͮ̿ͤ͆a̡͕̮͛̌͜n͍̟̝̱̻͇̓̒͊̈̔̽̽͟͝t̷̬̻͙͔̱̬͌ͦ̿̿ͥ̓̆̈́̚͡ ̭͙͚̼̹̰͔̻̃ͩ̅ͮ͒s̶̮̰̭̲̬̯͙͒ͭͭͯ̕e̡͖̯̫͚͌͊̃̊͑͋̂ͦ͆́e̡̧̳̬͖̭͉̪͂̀͞ ̷̯͓̝͔̪̹̳̦̽̈͌͋͌͛̎ỳ̛̼̬̺͕̠̻̀̏̔͝͞o̠̫͈̦͈̜̬͋ͯͫȕ̺̖̖̰͇̲̓ͤ̇ͮͧ̔̉̕" </span><span style="color: blue;">(I told you, he sounds like he speaks Zalgotext).</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Slender can make humans unnoticeable. Hello paranoia, how have you been my dear old friend?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I was able to walk around, run up and downstairs, take my stuff out to the car, not a peep out of Lya's friends. It was like we were a walking background event. Rake and I hopped in, Lya said goodbye, and we were out. The weird sensation didn't drop until we were out of the city limits.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Holy shit that was so unreal...</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</text></span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-24098345984391281552011-06-21T17:46:00.000-05:002015-02-15T03:34:11.360-06:00So quiet...<span style="color: #274e13;">Thankfully, the reports of dead bodies and beaten proxies are waning. Only two in the past month. Still too risky to go out in the woods much, though we did take Sandra to see Super 8 the other day. Cool movie, very much Stand By Me meets Cloverfield.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">We also finally got around to watching District 9. I take no shame in admitting that the little baby alien made me cry. Fucker was adorable. "We're the same! =) " I'm gonna go eat ice cream and sob about my lack of cute younger siblings now.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Rake's still acting like a curious little pupple half the time. The other half he talks, and that voice is damn scary. Sandra puts it as "spoken Zalgo-text". Fitting.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">And Sandy's well. She could do without all the Tumblr talk of Slender's Memetic Molestation and Rake's potential to become one. Deauuurgh.</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">-Matt</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-20981677802426882652011-06-13T20:10:00.000-05:002011-06-13T20:10:02.415-05:00Vacation<span style="color: blue;">So Matt has a spontaneous adventurous side. Who knew.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Apparently his dad does, because on Thursday out of nowhere "HAY SON WANNA BORROW THA BOAT MEHBEH TAKE LYA ON A LAKE TRIP" "WHY HELL YES I WOULD LAIKE TO DADDAY."</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And since I can't be left alone in a house full of weapons with the Rake, I had to go along. At least we got to take Preston and Blitz. But of fucking course Slender followed and Rake might have stowed away in the truck bed, he still isn't explaining how he got there.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Thankfully I had a day to prepare (i.e. eat a whole fucking grocery store) so I actually had a little meat on the bones and didn't look completely skeletal. Some of the people in neighboring cabins seemed a little freaked out by how thin I was, but seeing me omnom a shitload and not immediately run off to throw it all up seemed to have alleviated said concerns.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Speaking of omnomage, Rake tried out more human foods. Very much likes snack items. Tried adding rat poison to several, but the fuckwit seems immune.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">And we went to Babe's. OBBY WE HAD FUCKING BABE'S.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Look it up. Holy SHIT their chicken fried steak....Rake enjoyed it as well. Hate him just a little less.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">BUT I HATE SUNBURNS.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And forgive my Superjail! sadfacing last night. We...we're all just so HURT...</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-36490775273430098052011-06-13T00:05:00.000-05:002011-06-13T00:05:16.314-05:00Okay Then<span style="color: blue;">Full post will have to wait until tomorrow.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">As I am currently lying on the floor twitching and sobbing crying out for the Warden to come baaaaaaaack.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Rake may or may not have set up a shrine; this shit is so fucking ridiculous DAMMIT CHRISTY KARACAS.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-1550322344022390172011-06-12T14:05:00.002-05:002011-06-12T14:05:20.157-05:00Later<span style="color: blue;">Sorry for the absence.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Spontaneous weekend boating trip.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Full post after showers and napping and aloe.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">HATE MY IRISH SKIN IT BURNS SO BAD. ;_;</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-72890517747917344662011-06-05T21:00:00.000-05:002011-06-05T21:00:25.406-05:00Summer<span style="color: blue;">Fuck everyone's couch. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">School's out here.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">That means screaming kids running around the woods during a turf war. FUCK.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">But from what I've seen, both Eldrys are toning it down to minor ambushes at night and just trying to piss each other off instead of the glorious West Side Story battles they used to have. Powerful as they are, neither wants to be exposed to the masses.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Rake's getting along better. Still a little fuckwit, but better. He likes human food. Especially popcorn. Sadly, my saltybutterpocalypse mix still hasn't killed him. Fucker's got him a tolerance.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Still accepting emails on <a href="mailto:CellarDoor-X-@hotmail.com">CellarDoor-X-@hotmail.com</a></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">And still being an idiot on Tumblr. Where the fuck has this thing been all my life?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-72679856363442476392011-06-01T16:37:00.000-05:002011-06-01T16:37:03.857-05:00Scribe Sigma<a href="http://scribesigma.blogspot.com/">http://scribesigma.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">What the hell?</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Slender and Rake I know, Shadow People and the Black Dog I've heard of, and I know about Redlight, but all of those other things...scary. So far I've only encountered two, I sure as hell don't want any others to come knocking.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">And the Grand Game mentioned (I apologize for any of you who just lost)...Slender and Rake are meant to be opponents? They certainly don't act like it here. Slender doesn't seem one to compete, save for challenges ///It/// makes, and Rake seems little more than a sapient puppy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">But I digress. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Two new letters sent to <a href="mailto:CellarDoor-X-@hotmail.com">CellarDoor-X-@hotmail.com</a></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">One from Blue Rose, who lives near and wants to meet me. Good idea or terrible?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">And one from Sean, who has coexisted peacefully with not only Him but a proxy as well for seven years. He ended the letter informing me that he asked Slender to kill him. Mercy kill, kid had cancer. Asked me to give Him a hand-rolled cigarette. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I did, and called Him "Skinny". He took it, and seemed to be lost in thought.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">I wonder if He thinks about any of us when He's finished with us.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">On a different note, link to my Tumblr under the blog name. Mostly just an average teenage girl tumblr, just with a few mentions of the weirdos whenever their exploits aren't grand enough to warrant a blog post.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-13140586082413125842011-05-24T20:54:00.001-05:002011-05-24T20:59:57.937-05:00Storms<span style="color: blue;">Hot DAMN.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">We almost got tornado'd in the ass.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">At first we just went out on the porch admiring the hailstones (ping-pong sized). Rake watched from the windows, because apparently the earlier storm where the lights went out was indeed funfunfunFUN for him outside...</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">So we're oohing and ahhing, admiring the stones...</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">*reeeEEEEEOOOOOOwrrrrrrr*</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Wellup, we're either in Silent Hill or there's a pissed off wind formation heading our way.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">We booked it into the cellar with the animals and the weirdos. I'm in there dual-wielding Preston and my inhaler, Lya's snuggling with Blitz off in Don'tGiveAFuck Corner, Matt's just lying there bored, and Rake's glancing around the room looking for a place to hang out. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Slender found a spare chalkboard. Three guesses as to what the fucker wrote. First two don't count.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">"Takesolaceintherain"</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Motherfucker.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Asked Him why he ignores spaces here. He shrugged. I'm thinking He's just trying to piss us off.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Storm ends. Happyfacing resumes.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Got two emails so far on <a href="mailto:CellarDoor-X-@hotmail.com">CellarDoor-X-@hotmail.com</a> . One from Aiden of IdyllicClone who seems to be living in a 'safe zone', one from Alex, who was saved by Slender but is now beng stalked because he attacked Him instead of sending a thank-you note. (Seriously what does the big fucker expect, He's TERRIFYING, nobody's gonna react by pledging undying allegiance or with gift baskets...) Love received, buddies. Thanks for the well-wishing and 10x back to you.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Keep it up, guys.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">(Oh, and Trinity? Yup. Rake got scared by a fucking toaster. Hilarity ensued.)</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">EDIT:</span><br />
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<a href="http://ihavetorun.blogspot.com/2011/05/days-fly-by.html">http://ihavetorun.blogspot.com/2011/05/days-fly-by.html</a><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">8D</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><em>~Jack's OK, and he's back, OK</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>He's all right</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>Let's shout, make a fuss<br />
Scream it out, wheee<br />
Jack is back now, everyone sing<br />
In our town of Hal-~...</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">...Well fuck. Not really a town so much as an interconnecting web of blogs.</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182989480979160260.post-41372139190531905862011-05-21T17:43:00.000-05:002011-05-21T17:43:54.672-05:00TOO FRIGGIN' QUIET<span style="color: blue;">Where in the fuck is everyone? All I've seen the past two weeks is Rose.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Jack? You still okay? Or can't get to a computer? Ava? </span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">...WHERE THE FUCK HAS M BEEN ALL THESE MONTHS. Did I miss a memo?</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Shit. All this quiet is freaking me out. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Anything but quiet out here on the Slendy-///It/// homefront. Slenderproxies tried to ambush some ///It///derps the other day, but were counterattacked. Slender shooed us out, and we came back to find the words <em>bitchbitchbitchbitchBITCH</em> all over the chalkboard, a whole pack of chalk crushed into dust into the carpet, and the big boy perusing my bookshelf nonchalantly looking for something that wasn't a dimestore horror book or untouched Harry Potter/heavily worn at the spine Artemis Fowls.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Fucker broke my chalk.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Rakeass has been pretty tame. He tried to apologize the other day; chucked a bowl of popcorn at the sunuvabitch. He started sniffing at it. I think he's new to human food. I hope the salt I all but soak my popcorn in gives the arm-cutting shitter a coronary.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Bitter? Me? Fuck no.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">He's quite like a man-puppy. Runs around nekkid sniffing shit and sitting by the couch when we play games or watch tv. And by sitting, I mean his limbs are all over the fucking place. I think he's quadruple jointed or something. Or has no bones at all. Though he is skinny enough for his ribs to stick out. So maybe he should be eating human food....A SKINNY PERSON IN 'MERICA? Get tha fuck out.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Am I rambling? Yeah.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">And when I say puppy, I mean it. After another attempt at apologizing (I SWEAR when he talks I imagine he speaks in Zalgo text...IT'S LIKE AUDIO DISTORTION AS A LANGUAGE, ENUNCIATE YOUR WORDS, ASSHOLE) I told him he shouldn't have even tried it in the first place; Slendeytentacle out of nowhere bopped him on the head. I think that noise he made was a whimper. Or Hell. Either works.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Bet the Eldritch Abomination version of Facebook will never let this down. "Rake you silly fucker you tried to mess with that bitch? YOU CRAZEH? Bitch taunts fucking Slender, what the hell did you think would happen, she'd thank you and that mentally challenged chicken of hers would shit rainbows?"</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">...I need medication.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Also, please note that subconjunctival hemorrhages are NOT FUN. MY EYES ARE CURSED. This is the only one I have left an it decides 'lolfucku' and bleeds inside for no reason? What? Caused by stress? DO I SOUND LIKE I'M STRESSED MOTHERFUCKER DO YOUR JOB AND DON'T MAKE ME LOOK LIKE I TOKED UP FIVE MINUTES AGO!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">So, NEW IDEUHHHHH.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Certainly, I can't be the only one who deals with shit like this. I've heard several whispers and rumors about the Slendercommunity that He's been altruistic to others. Anybody know anything? Stories they want told? Anyone with previous encounters with ///It/// or the Rake(bitch)?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Comment. Give us something to work with. Even if you heard it from your aunt's cousin's friend's neighbor's brother's proctologist. Long-ass story or timeline that would fit better in a full blogpost? Blog or site pertaining to the situation? Email me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><a href="mailto:CellarDoor-X-@hotmail.com">CellarDoor-X-@hotmail.com</a></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">My hotmail. The blog's registered under Lya's, and she doesn't want to fish through a bajillion messages if we get a response.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">-Sandra</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;">So...many...allcaps...*dies*</span>Lyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813135854188158853noreply@blogger.com15