Friday, March 18, 2011

Blood-stained hands. -Clarice

I'm I'm not well right now

A man just broke into my hotel while I slept and tried to drag me outside into the neaby woods. I killed him. I killed him by hitting him with a lamp I grabbed before dropping the TV onto his head. My hands are literally stained with his blood.
The Slenderman watched from the window. When i killed his servant, It left.
Not feeling too well right now. Thankfully, my assailant thought to close the door. So I'm checking out and heading for the nearest bus stop now. I hope to see you all soon.


  1. I bemoan the wounds of Fortune with weeping eyes for the gifts she made me, she perversely takes away. It is written in truth, that she has a fine head of hair, but, when it comes to seizing an opportunity she is bald.

  2. Goodness. Clarice, are you going to be alright? At least you overcame your opponent and escaped.

  3. Yes, run. Let "Pete" deal with things here in Boston. And by "deal with things here" I mean let him get himself captured all over again, this time dragging Slice, the core, and whatever poor soul is supposedly "the contact" (if he/she exists) with him.

    I have to chuckle at the familiarity of this. This is almost a play-by-play déjà vu of last time you fought against us, "Pete".
    You don't remember, but you also overplayed your cards back then, too. You couldn't save Kevin or Peg, and you won't save Ronald or Clyde.

  4. Kevin? Peg? Who are those people? What are you talking about? Who I am?