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Feeling poetic.
Thought I'd write a few haiku.
They're awful, I know.

It's all just a joke.
None of this really matters.
Yet I must fight on.

Not just for myself.
This is for all He has done.
All the lives He's wrecked.

It's time to fight back.
This might be the last post here.
I'm Steve, signing off.

Ow

Well, I said it was a bad idea, so I guess that's what I get.
Slenderman mask/suit combo does not work as a disguise, even against the hiveminds.
Those fuckers called reinforcements, I knocked three of the sorry sons of bitches out cold, they called their boss, and I had to run.
Mild headache. I'm getting used to them, honestly.
That fact alone would have worried me a year ago.

Sorry

That last post was just me rambling. Tends to happen when my headaches get worse.
Caffeine addiction is a weakness I've been living with for years. Compared to the withdrawal symptoms I get after two days, the shit I put up with when Slenderman is around is nothing. However, when you combine the two, you get me rambling and spouting out every thought that goes through my head just to prove to myself that I'm still a functioning human being.
And yes, that's what happened. He showed up in my weakened state, and I was barely able to stay conscious. Headache persisted through the entire day, despite caffeine treatment. Nausea lasted for about 2 hours. Smell of blood (possible indication of nosebleed) continued for five hours.
He's fucking with me. He's just taunting me. This is how he plays with his victims.
Unfortunately for him, he's dividing his efforts right now. There has been a lull in proxy activity in the region, signifying a lack of (non-me) targets and a lower troop availability. So, I'll probably live for quite a while longer, while he continues to fuck me up.
Wish me luck, everyone. I'm about to try something stupid.
Steve.

Thoughts as I think them...

I don't know why it is I can't focus...
I need more caffeine...
Words do not have power, they are power...
I can hardly think, this headache is too much...
Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in...
My throat's irritated, but not stinging. I think something's caught in it...
Why am I typing this?
Ooh, shiny...
Why would I ever need to put a pen there?
OW! HEADACHE!
My old iPod is upside down...
I really need to get all the empty cans out of here soon...
My mouth tastes weird...
*Entirety of the song Zydrate Anatomy goes here*
I still need more caffeine. This headache is unbearable.
Holy shit, it's 2:32. I work tomorrow. I need to sleep.
Fuck, headache!
No sleep for me, I guess...
I smell a fire...

On Symbols

I feel now is the perfect time to give a lesson on what is known as symbolism.
Symbolism is allowing one thing to stand for another, e.g. a crucifix for the Christian faith, a handshake for an agreement, language for thoughts, et al.
The reason for this mild lecture is a comment from the (now certifiably batshit insane) Danielle, saying that the (X) is a dead symbol.
Let me tell you all the various ways that is wrong.
1. No matter how hard anyone tries, they cannot kill a symbol. So long as it has significance to one person, the symbol is still alive.
2. The (X) is a variable symbol. For some, it is a protective ward. For others, its mere presence brings problems. Even though it was likely originally luck that determined what it meant to each of them, it now is associated with those things for the respective people. They know it to be a symbol. It's a symbol for thousands of different things, Danielle. And those are the hardest symbols to vanquish.
3. The (X) is dead to Him. So what? He's not human. He has no concept of symbolism. The only thing human about Him is curiosity. And that's why He's keeping you around, Danielle. That's what His agents are to Him. They are proof of His curiosity. He wonders why you fools would willingly follow something that just wants to take everything apart, all of you included. He's testing to see how far He can push a human before we break. And guess what, Danielle? You broke. He has no need for you anymore.

I'm going to stop writing now. Headache. Until next time, this is Steve, logging off.

So much for darkest before the dawn...

If you've been reading everything on this blog, you'd see what happened a while ago. Danielle has completely fallen off the deep end. Apparently, there's no saving her now.
As for me, I can't sleep on a regular schedule anymore. Something just happened to frak up my sleep schedule enough to get me to a point where the only times I sleep are during the day. Give you three guesses what it was, and I'll tell you it wasn't caffeine, even though I down enough to knock a man twice my size off his feet twice daily.
Proxies have been quiet recently, though. Gotta be worried about a sudden lull in activity. Either they're preparing something here, or they're doing something somewhere else.
I shouldn't have to tell any of you this, but stay safe. And remember, let me try anything crazy before you do. I'm not Maduin, but I'm still fully capable of testing a few theories. Don't know if my "untouchable" status has been switched off yet, but if it has, I usually have luck on my side.
So, until next time, this is Steve, signing off.

Great...

Danielle has completely fallen off of the radar on my end. Haven't spotted her online in weeks. I know I'm probably just being paranoid about this, but when your opponent is not bound by mortal concepts such as space, paranoia is your best defense.

In other news, I recently got a job. I'd say where, but I have a feeling that my blog has at least one more faithful reader than it has followers. Either that, or Slendy himself is hacking into my head and siphoning information about where I'm going. So, no personal info. Only info given is an alias and a general location.

Yes, that's right. My name isn't Steve. I never claimed it was, I just said that's what you can call me. I had to think of a generic name, so I used one I already use in other parts of the internet. People call me Steve online. So, in the spirit of concealed openness, I used my alias as my name. Apparently, Slenderman doesn't know my real name yet. And I'm doing everything in my power to keep it that way. So, in the spirit of partial honesty, I'm revealing that the alias is an alias, but not revealing my name.

Until next time, this is... Well, it's easier to call me Steve. There's already an Anonymous (Magus) around, so you can't call me that.

So, until I decide to reveal my real name, this is Steve, signing out.

P.S.- Opinions on my decision for the new formatting? I feel that the green on black gives it a more... professional feel.