Looks like I need to do some explaining. Alright, I get that. I come on here, I'm screaming at the internet, at Frap, at Shelby, at whoever will listen. I'm calling out righteous fury on anything that moves. I think it's obvious.
I'm pissed. Yeah, I'm still upset. I mean, you can't see it, it's not like I'm shaking uncontrollably, and seeing red, or anything. I just...well, I thought I had a destiny, you know? I saw my chance, my chance to be somebody stolen away from me, by a monster that didn't even show up for a fight. He wasn't there that night...god...that night....
I'm sorry about a lot of things I've said, and done lately. I'm sorry that I fell into this horrid mauldin persona I called Remnant, as in 'what is left of a man when you strip away his pride?" I need to clear something up first before I continue. Remnant is not some multiple personality of me, I just...I just got all depressed. I was so... sure that I would have died, that my death could've meant something. I fell into a depression, that's it really.
So, you all are still wondering what is going on with me. I don't remember everything that happened 'that night', but I've apparently become quite the shitty artist.
I walked into the woods that night, after the monster...the Slender Man no-showed my huge event, my grand ambush, my chance for redemption. I shouldn't have been surprised. I hadn't seen him since he killed Amelia.
I was in there, searching for him, I needed to do this, to fight him, to get in one shot, before I died. The story could've come true, if I could just... In the forest, I saw bodies. I'm not certain who, but they hung from the branches above me. I screamed out for him, I called him everything in the book. I saw
and this tree was alone from the others. It was vastly different, it has this...presence to it, as if it were different. Bodies of...of people I knew were impaled upon it, their inn...fuck...
Their guts were just hanging out...god. So many dead...it just..it was just so huge, and so tall
It had to have been visible outside the forest, so many dead, hanging off of it. And then it moved.
The tree moved, just a little. It's bark shifted. I felt this...this weight crash down onto me, and fell to the ground. My vision twisted around as if I was spinning in a freefall. Darkness surrounded me, the light of the blood moon faded to a mote in the distance. I felt my heart pounding loudly in my chest, as I gasped for breath, for purchase. That fear, his fear started to overtake me as it had before so many times. I suddenly heard not a single sound as I struggled to my feet, using that crappy sword of mine as a crutch. Color drained out of my vision, the silence was replaced by rushing water, as I stumbled towards the tree, wavering. I knew my heart had stopped beating, even as I swung at this malevolence, hoping to myself that I could accomplish something before I died.
The tree bled.
that fucking tree bled as I collapsed on my side. The blood glistened in that pale light, that tiny speck of light that was the blood moon.
I awoke, sitting on a fallen tree, my head in my hands, having vomited and cried until I had nothing left to give...yet there was a difference in me. I...I felt different, I had begged God, or whoever was out there to help me, and it had happened. I was saved from this...horrid, evil thing that was the Bleeding Tree.
So the long sojourn out of that hell that was the forest began. I entered a clearing where the moon shone down upon me, and suddenly things were so clear to me. I realize now that I had a vision. That was what was so important about the Solstice, I had to be there to hear those thoughts. There was a need that I was chosen to fulfill.
Its hard to explain really this need, I weep when I think of it. The idea of killing these people, you Runners, you Fighters, whatever the hell title you take. I succumbed to this concept a week or so ago, when I wrote...I wanted to justify myself, calling itself a 'sacred call'. I raged against everyone I knew, so I could feel better about myself and my task, knowing that it is God's work.
I...I just know that if I were to kill enough Runners...and take a bone from your bodies, that eventually, this will work out. But who could do such a terrible act? How could I kill someone I swore to protect? I mean I have to trust in people, in the truth, right? I weep every time I think of what I am compelled to do.
Such...such horror to contemplate. I know I'm still a man, I know, I'm not some proxy scum. Those are the people I want to kill, the ones that have infiltrated and corrupted us, I'll take this...this evil task onto myself if I must to save the innocents. The blessed innocents.
So please trust in me a little longer.
And don't worry that I'm going to start killing Runners.
For I have already started.