Just great...

Fucking Slenderman. Every fucking time I try to do something, what happens? Some Slender-related shit, that's what. Apparently, the biggest douche of all possible abominations decided to show up in town again. Animals freaking out, my cough is back, and I'm having to ingest massive quantities of caffeine to compensate for lost sleep. I've managed to cover for His existence for a while, but in case of the worst possible outcome, I've fashioned a charm out of an eraser. I know the operator symbol has some mixed results when dealing with Him, but I have a theory as to why that is. It's somewhat like a holy symbol for use against vampires: you have to believe it will work. You need to show some belief that the symbol has power.
And, if that fails, He might think you've decided to work for Him, and leave you alone. 
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Yes, I realized how slightly somber that last sentence was, in comparison to the general rage/hope filled paragraph before it. It needed to be. I realized a long time ago that this is a battle I'm not going to see the end of. And acting like I believe anything else is just lying to you guys.
Part of me just wants to give up, and He's not even harassing me. He's just lurking here, fucking shit up as only the biggest douche in the world can.
Another part of me wonders what would happen if He won. All of humanity, reporting to Slenderman... We'd all be proxies. He wouldn't kill us. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that anyone should submit to Him. Hell, I'm not going to work for that fucker. He blackmailed my friend into working for Him. I'm just saying that there are far worse possible outcomes.
There are also far better outcomes. Exploiting His weakness, for starters. Slender, as with all godlike entities, is the product of human imagination run rampant. Slender is the corporeal representation of our fears. He has no face, for we fear the unknown. He wears a suit, for we fear that which is entirely too serious. He takes a guise close to human, for we fear each other. He brings death and fire, the two things all creatures learn to fear to keep their lives.
This very nature makes His destruction entirely possible. However, due to what He represents, it's nearly impossible to destroy Him. He is fear. Fear can be hidden, displaced, and conquered, but never truly destroyed. Fear is necessary. All life fears. He is man's fear. As long as one human still has fear, He will remain.
I, though, am not immortal. I will die long before fear.
We can win this battle. We just won't.
Doesn't mean it's time to stop fighting, though. If I'm going down, I'm going to take Him down a few pegs. too.
Row, row, fight the power!


Steve.

Back, yet again.

Ugh. This week has been rather draining, physically and mentally. Decided I'd check in with you guys, let you all know I'm still around, alive, and well.

Yes, I saw what happened at the end of my last post. Hasn't happened since then, and He hasn't been anywhere to be seen, so I'm not overly worried about it. Aside from being ridiculously tired, I'm not really feeling any different than I ever have.

As for what's happening now, I've been rather busy recently. Clinicals started up for my class, so I've been working the 4-9 shift twice weekly at the hospital. Tomorrow's going to be a real bitch, though. Have to get up around 4:30 A.M. to get there in time... Not plesant. Not plesant at all. That's two Saturdays in a row I've had to wake up at 4:30. Ah, well. Who needs sleep, anyway?

No other news. At all. Slender seems to have more or less left the area. No doubt He'll be back, though, so I'm keeping this blog running.

Until then, this is Steve, signing off.