Countdown: 00:03:10:10

Gah, sorry sorry sorry. Turns out, I forgot to bring Sam's charger. The laptop died, and a lot of stuff came up here at home so I couldn't go back to the house to look for the charger until today.

I did get Portal 2, though. Lemme tell ya, do you know how you know if a game's gonna be good or not? Simple. You look for one word on the box: Valve. If you see that on the box, you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you're going to be playing a classic. Valve is like the Pixar of video games.

The countdown's really close to the end. Three hours. I'm kinda worried.

Countdown: 2:20:06:30

I took Sam's laptop with me. ..yeah, so? >.> Free laptop.

Going back to my house, there were a lot of cats. Like, remember the video of me walking through the neighborhood, and there were two cats on that? Yeah, more than that. About four, maybe five. Kinda creepy when it's dark, I'll admit. But they're sooooooooo cuuuuuuuuuute! ^-^

While I was still there, I looked through Sam's music collection. I couldn't find Tarkus.

Countdown: 2:23:58:33

Today, I went out to Salvation Army. Turns out they couldn't help me worth shit. But the lady there was ridiculously nice, and I mean ridiculously nice-- she gave me five pounds. Specifically, she gave me the fiver telling me to go take a bus to the library, where I could get help for sure. However, the library is very close to where I live, so I didn't need to take the bus. xD ...so five free pounds.


On my way back, I stopped by the house again. That's where I am now. Looks like the house is gonna be the only place I can go online.

Something I should mention: Sam's desktop is this.

Specifically, it's a countdown timer.

Mystical Magery Tour

I went to the house again today. ...what? I really don't have anything else to do these days, guys. And no one was there.

I'm, uh.. kinda still there. ^^; I found a laptop there. Sam's laptop. She still had internet. This is a freaking goldmine. I'm gonna see what I can find.

I hope my parents don't notice I'm gone.

Recon results!

Sorry about the delay; with my laptop broken, I have to wait until at least 1 AM to get to use my dad's. I took a camera but I can't do shit with the photos I took, since once again, this is my dad's laptop. He wouldn't let me upload anything to it.

The house was empty. No one was around.

The door in the kitchen, the one Sam and Nathan entered? It wasn't there. Don't fucking ask me how that's possible. You'd be asking the wrong guy.

Sam has quite an impressive music collection in that house. I, uh.. I decided to take a couple albums, plus her Nursery Cryme LP. ^^;

The whole house is actually pretty comfy. Cozy. .w. It'd be a nice hangout, I can tell you that.

Now, one thing I should mention is that, at the bottom of Sam's box of CDs, I found something. It's a sheet of paper. Yes, there's writing on it. Uh, hang on, let me get the paper and write exactly what's on it.

itvovpro://vgtrcakpphqihceoqcpeuaenkwqiwlulpbgeueua.dtneqnisuoroqnvc.eoqdoe/


It begins.


Yeah, I don't quite get it, either. Anyone wanna give it a shot?

Recon.

I'm gonna check out the house again today. If that door's still there, I'm looking for Nathan. If it's not, I'm looking all over the house. For anything.

But then again, why the hell wouldn't the door be there? It's a door!

Problem.

My laptop won't work now. I'm on my dad's.

When I try to turn on the laptop, I get this:

"ERROR 1972:


suppers ready
time to eat"

Somebody's fucking with me.

Goddammit, my head.

Guys, I don't know if I can take this anymore. I don't know what I have to lose besides my life, and I don't know how much longer I can go without that being taken. Things pile up far too much, far too often. Now the laptop I use is unable to start up. I can only use this current substitute for a short time.

I'll try to make this quick.

Life cannot let me be happy. Life cannot even let me stay sane. Life used to force me to stay sane, now it considers sanity to be another luxury Jordan just cannot have.
I feel like I'm going to throw up and pass out. I need to keep going.

I really don't want to jeapordise this blog, so I need to keep details scarce.

I haven't eaten. I haven't held a stable conversation. I haven't gotten any writing done. I haven't had any luck with other escapisms.

I haven't escaped today, basically.

And shit hit the fans.
Then shit hit the fans again.
Then shit hit the fans once more.

Now I'm weak. I can't focus my eyes too well. My head is throbbing with lightheadedness and illness.
ow ow ow that was a painful throb. I have some candy. I hope this will subdue some feelings.

To get back to the point, thanks to various circumstances regarding my life in general, I am an escapist. I need escapism if I don't want to drive myself to suicide. And today of all days, I wasn't able to get any. In fact, the most useful tool of escapism was severed. And shit got fjsd9fse9j. I just. God.

I hurt my head, too.

I don't have much reasonsdf9fsdkjoOWOWOW my head. I don't have much to live for.


EDIT: feeling better.

Followers of the Hogweed

I have a new follower, yay. :D I like followers. It's always a nice feeling to know that I'm not always talking to myself here on this.. blog thing.

Today, I found a note on my front door. On it were various lyrics to Genesis' "The Return of the Giant Hogweed." Namely,

Turn and run.
Nothing can stop them.
Around every river and canal, their power is growing.


They are invincible.
They seem immune to all our herbicidal battering.


Mighty hogweed is avenged.
Human bodies soon will know our anger.


Kill them with your hogweed hairs.
Heracleum mantegazziani.




I admit, as satirical as the song is normally, the lyrics are pretty cryptic when taken out of context! ^^;

For reference, here's the song in question.
The Return of the Giant Hogweed
Genesis
Nursery Cryme, 1971


It's a satirical piece on a fictitious "attack" by the real hogweed plant. The latter half of the song, subtitled "The Dance of the Giant Hogweed," is one of my most favourite parts of anything ever.

..no, seriously, listen to that, that's beautiful.

Uh.. I'll keep you guys updated on what's going on. Still waiting to find out how this is like a "game" at all. Unless Skye Blue meant it in the Marble Hornets Entry ###### sense, like "From the start, it's been a game to us." But that was when totheark hacked Jay's account, and nobody's gonna want to hack this; there's nothing here but us chickens.

Quiet nights.

It just hit me:

The song used in "topography" is Yes' "The Revealing Science of God- Dance of the Dawn," from Tales from Topographic Oceans.

There's also little bits of other stuff I can't recognize, but the Yes song is apparent.

Oh, and sorry for not posting much. God. I miss Nathan, guys. >_< I miss him so much. D: And these have been very quiet nights. I need love. I hate being alone. I hate these nights. I just.. ah.

Okay, I've gone on unFiction; I've set up the topic asking for more "players."

But why? What the hell do they want me to do?

I guess, for now, I'll.. take another look at "topography." I dunno. For something.

We may have something here.

Skye Blue emailed me again.


The message is cryptic, as I expected. But this time, there's actually a direct recommendation of what to do.

"Find other players." I need to get their help.
..unFiction. o_o
What the hell.
Are you trying to tell me Nathan was taken away as part of some fucking game?
Then again, it also says "think of this like a game."
..I do think much more rationally when I look at things like a game.
How'd they know? Then again, I'm sure everyone thinks rationally like that.

And what was that about a "puppetmistress?" That sounds.. oddly stimulating. >W>

Email: "topography"

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Received a second email. The text accompanying it said "very well, sending video instead."

This video is basically the audio file from before but put over a background of a pond.

Sigh..

I miss Nathan. Why'd he have to go? >_< Why? ..why couldn't he take me with him?

I've still got to upload that one audio file I got in an email. But I can't be bothered. ._.;

You've got to be kidding me.

So I got an odd email. No words, just an attachment--  a sound file. So I go online and I look up how to upload a sound file to Blogger. I get a link. I click the link.

Yeah.

My thoughts on what happened.

Looking back, it's hard to tell what's happening at the end of that video.

So basically, Sam led me inside. She said she had something to show me. She led me-- seriously-- she led me to a door that wasn't there before. Go ahead, look back on the footage. That door is not there. Then I heard Nathan come in, saying how I shouldn't have gone alone or whatever it is he said.

That's one thing I'd like to say, I didn't take Nathan with me. It looks like he followed me, like he's been following this blog. And he seemed like he knew what was behind that door all along...

That's another thing. Sam opened the door, and I couldn't see inside; it was a flash of light. But I could see vague shapes, giant structures. It.. I dunno. Then Nathan ran in and saved me.. and Sam took him down with her. Next thing I know, the door's gone.

So yeah. Nathan and Sam are gone. Nathan's gone. I can't believe it. It just.. it can't be right. Nathan was the closest thing to a friend I had over here. He looked out for me. He gave his life for me.

I went.

I.. but.. that..

Email: "SUNP0005," Sam's Message

Video from the email.

Sam..?

Email from "Skye Blue;" she's definitely Sam now. From the way she worded the message, it sounds like she's only just resumed consciousness, like.. like it wasn't.. really her that was at that house. The address she gave was, again, the house.

Will upload the video she provided.

Email: "8"

"Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends... you've gotta see the show, it's a dynamo, you've gotta see the show, it's rock n' roll."

That's what I hear. What the hell.

Quickie update, second time.

Now that I am done watching the Marble Hornets Complete First Season 2-Disc DVD collection, I can give a quick update on stuff.

So I've tried getting responses from "Skye Blue," wiseaufan01, and even Patrick Endelhog's brother (the guy who contacted me in the first place). Nothing.

I tried getting in contact with the police. Nothing.


I haven't spoken to Nathan in a while. He should be getting out of the hospital soon.

Finally, in a bit of Arson, Murder, and Jaywalking... I'm starting to listen to Dream Theater's Train of Thought a lot more. "7" gave me some vibes. I have the feeling the semi-final excerpt was from one of these songs.

ZOMG SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Watching the commentary right now, on Entry #16. I fucking love this.

I'm super happy, so here's what I'm listening to right now. :3

Fire.
To begin whipping dance of the dead.
Blackened is the end.
To begin whipping dance of the dead.
Colour our world blackened.
Blackened.


Opposition.
Contradiction.
Premonition.
Compromise.
Agitation.
Violation.
Mutilation.
Planet dies.

Analysis of "7"

Alright, I've spent a good hour or two listening to "7," getting all the lyrics down. Some parts I recognize-- the second excerpt is from Genesis' "Get 'Em out by Friday," the next from Coheed & Cambria's "The Willing Well," and the next from Mastodon's "Colony of Birchmen." But that next part, and the bookends... they're familiar, at best. It was hard to get the second-to-last one, but I've tried my best.

"They're breaking through...
They're breaking through...
They're breaking through...
Now we're falling.
We are losing control.
This is an announcement from genetic control:
IT IS MY SAD DUTY TO INFORM YOU OF A FOUR-FOOT RESTRICTION ON HUMANOID HEIGHT.
I hear the directors of genetic control
Have been buying all the properties that have recently been sold,
Taking risks oh-so-bold.
It's said, now that people will be shorter in height,
We can fit twice as many in the same building site.
They say it's alright.
Beginning with the tenants of the town of Harlow,
In the interest of humanity, they've been told they must go!
Told they must go..
No one runs faster than you can,
No one runs faster than you,
No one runs faster than you eat,
Into the end with you, into the end with you.
Run, run,
With, with,
Death.
Run, run,
With, with,
Death.
White faces coming closer with every step.
Earth envelopes, taking breath without happenstance.
Carve my teeth out, ripping through the sheep's head curse.
This is the regret that you make.
We're still connected.
This is the regret that you make.
I want my family back.
And there's something you take.
I'm sorry for you, but it's too late.
Mistakes like this, you don't make.
Don't you see anything?
You make some, and they'll get to you...
You don't love anybody.
I gave you money, I gave you a car, I took you in.
It's not okay, son.
But don't that mean something?
A little. No. You can do better.
That's the point!
The goddamn regret.
You deserve to die alone for what you've done.
The goddamn regret!
Don't deny it.
And I'll die.
Now I'll die!
The biggest regret of my life: I let my love go.
I'm your blood. I'm your family.
What did I do?
You're not my family, not anymore.
The fucking regret.
I'm your own flesh and blood!
What did I do?
You know.
What did I do?
They're breaking through...
They're breaking through...
They're breaking through...
Now we're falling.
We are losing control."

The second-to-last excerpt.. those lyrics bother me. Why was this sent to me, anyway? What does this have to do with anything?

"7," reposted

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Email: "7"

http://tinypic.com/r/ev6kb4/7

I received an email from "Skye Blue." No words. Just a file. This seems to be a follow-up video to the past five.

However, fucking Blogger won't let me upload it, nor will YouTube, so I had to go to Tinypic. >.>

Also, that's the video, up there. TinyPic sucks.

Sorry for the lack of posts.

I have a lot to think about. I'm starting to really dislike life. Goddammit, I really miss..... not being single. .__.


There's that investigation I should be doing, since it would probably distract me from my thoughts. But I can't bring myself to. I mean.. ah. At the very least, I'll list what I can do.

-That ol' flash drive I got a while ago. There's still tons of videos left on it (Though most of them really are more of the same).

-Try to contact wiseaufan01 (remember him?) again. Who knows?

-OH YES, the doctor gave me that paper that says "J. LaBrie" on it, didn't he? He told me to ask around Tesco for him. I need to do that.

Or I can just continue to sit around in bed, lonely and sad. >.>

Owner of a Lonely Heart

..yeah, I'm single again.

A bachelor on the prowl.

A one-man wolf pack.

A.. kid. Without the A.

A lone lamb.. lying down on Broadway.

A brick.. out of a metropolis.

OhgodI'msoemptyinside.

Camera: "6"

This was the final video on the camera.

..yeah, no, I don't get it, either. At least, I don't think...

Camera: "5"

"5" is just plain creepy. o_e

Are you guys hearing what I'm hearing? In the second half of this video? 'Cause.. 'cause if you are, oh my god, I hate this.

And I apologize for the delays between posts. My internet takes forever. -.-

Camera: "4"

Okay, I'm trying to upload the last three. Let's hope my internet will let me.

"4" seems to be something Sam (or whoever the hell that fucking joker was) did while Nathan and I were unconscious.

Movie Magic (spoilers abound!)

I watched the first film in months today. It was Ratatouille. I don't know how many times I'll watch that film, or any Pixar film, for that matter, but that climax will always bring tears to my eyes. I really like films; I like to consider myself an aspiring film buff, so as you can imagine, films can really tug at my emotions. Today, in lieu of some earth-shattering video taken from that stupid video camera, I'd like to offer a list of moments of cinema that have, in the words of Anton Ego... "rocked me to my core."

DISCLAIMER: The following several paragraphs contain what we in the film (and every single other medium ever) industry call "spoilers." If you don't like being spoiled, then you should go play outside.

First of all, we have Ego's review, at the climax of Ratatouille. Ego's a wonderful character. He's the epitome of coolness to me-- slender, pale, reading glasses, dark hair, British/French mixed accent, a high level of critic that can make or break (but usually break) whatever he comes into contact with. There's one particular scene, earlier in the film, in which awkward protagonist Linguini is giving a press conference of sorts. Abruptly, all sounds cease as the doors fling open, and in walks slender Anton, dramatically and swiftly. Every single line given by the critic is poetic and yet harsh. So when the protagonists serve him the eponymous dish of ratatouille, only for him to be so stricken by it that he drops his pen to the ground and stares, mouth agape.. well, you just know something's changed the man. Then we come to the review in question. You do not see Ego directly say it; it is read aloud as a voice-over narration, over gentle shots of Ego pondering out at the night sky of Paris, or over the various protagonists going home and lying in bed, awake. The review contains a reflection on the essence of professional criticism, subtle nods to Anton's sympathy and admiration for main protagonist Remy (perhaps even very small hints of empathy), the realization on the true meaning of the arc words of the film (and by a character who has dismissed the arc words as being ridiculous in quite logical ways), and then even some slips of less-than-formal language (by such a reserved character, this makes it very apparent as to how much the meal has touched him).

All in all, the very combination of all these things, added to the context we've gathered from the film, makes this into one emotional climax.

Eddy's brother. *shudder* In Ed, Edd n' Eddy's Big Picture Show. This is a film I think very highly of. Ed, Edd n' Eddy was, at one point, my childhood. That is, it was nothing like my childhood; I mean I watched the show every day. I loved it, though I hated the violence. I hated how cruel everyone was to the eponymous trio. So when the TV-movie aired, I watched it on my Tivo. The plot was interesting enough: the protagonists are on the run from the cul-de-sac kids, and so Eddy says his brother will save them. However, at some point in the film, you'll notice something is horribly fucking wrong. The trio gets violently attacked, only for Eddy to brush it off and say "I'm getting tired of slapstick." For the rest of the film, there is no more violence like that. Personally, I greatly loved this sudden change of pace, but I just knew there was something terribly wrong with it all. You see, the climax of the film, the scene I am about to tell you of, singlehandedly changes the context of the entire fucking show. So at the end of the film, after almost a whole movie of very little violent comedy, Ed, Edd, and Eddy arrive at Eddy's brother's home. For the first time in the entire show, we see a new character. We see Eddy's brother. And we find out why Eddy fears him, why Eddy acts so mean, why Eddy's acted the way he has all this time, and one other thing I will say in a bit. So they find Eddy's brother, in his 20s (for comparison, Eddy's about twelve). And.. gah. I have trouble even saying it. Eddy's brother beats the shit out of him. As well as anyone who tries to defend him. The cul-de-sac kids stand and watch. Eddy gives his tearjerking monologue as to how much he sucks. Everyone defends him and takes down his older brother, and they all hold hands and accept the Eds into their circle of friends.

Fucking tearjerker. You see, violence is in every goddamn episode, and it's always treated as comedy. When Eddy says he's tired of slapstick, only for there to be no more violence until the climax.. that's the show growing up. That's the show telling us that every single ounce of violence up until now has been playfighting. Imagination. Comedy. Not real violence at all. They do this only to stress the severity of the climax's child abuse. Cartoon Network ended a show by announcing one of the protagonist is a victim of child abuse, then proposing a happy solution. Fucking balls, Cartoon Network. You have fucking balls. I respect that.

Next up, there's "Welcome home, Cobb," at the conclusion of Inception. This movie surprised me in more ways than is even imaginable. First of all, it was the first movie I saw by sneaking into a theater (thanks to my dad, no less). Second, I had amazingly never heard any hype for it whatsoever (so I was not prematurely biased against it). Third, it had a plot that wasn't insanely basic for once (though I seem to be one of the only people in the world who didn't find the plot confusing at all). Fourth, the climax was a good third of the movie. I love that. The climax, the important job the team had to do to, lasted around a full hour. And I fucking loved it. It kept me on my toes for every minute. I could really feel the danger. Then, at the end, when Cobb gets to the customs in the airport, there's a moment of silence with the police officer that just lasts forever. I was so tense. ....then BAM. Stamp. "Welcome home, Cobb." That was the moment the entire fucking film was building up to, you know. And it made me cry to hear those words. TwT

...wow, I got bored and distracted of that easily. I might continue this entry later in a second part.

Oh, what the hell. A couple other scenes that made me cry, whether for good reasons or bad:

In A Clockwork Orange, when ol' whatsisface gets his head held underwater by his former best friends.

Toy Story 3. Period.

Cars, when ol' whatsisface is knocked off the track by Chick.

Four Christmases, at pretty much the first two families. God, I hate them. ._.

....

This is just.. no. This guy's got to be a joker or something, I mean.. really.

Camera: "3"

"3" seems to be the same as "2," but.. not. It's got the same picture progressing into red, the same end picture, but this time, you hear the entire first half of ELP's Aquatarkus movement. As well as some odd background noise.

Will upload more when I get the chance.

Camera: "2"

On the camera are a series of videos, labelled "2" to "6."

"2" is this video. This was the first video I put on the blog. o_o It's the backyard of the house, turning progressively more red, while the start of ELP's Aquatarkus, last movement of "Tarkus," plays. Then at the end, there's a frame that looks like the gate leading to the backyard of the house.

The other videos are a little more interesting.

Baaaaaah.

Nathan and I spoke a lot about what's going on. I apologized for bringing him into this at all, but he told me not to worry about it. "I volunteered. I didn't have to go. Plus, now I get to wear this cool eyepatch."

We agreed that the police must be called, no matter how reluctant I was. So Nathan did the calling, also since he's just plain better at speaking than I am. They said they'd check out the house when they get time to.

Finally, you want weird? The camera's got a lot of new footage in it. I'll upload them when I get the chance; life is really busy now that Nathan's hurt.

God, can't you guys leave me alone?

Look, I fucking know it was a trap. I know that now. There was nothing about the email that straight-out implied a trap, and you know it. I just had a bad feeling about it because it was sending me back to the house. I brought Nathan as backup. I mean.. I get the feeling, if I didn't bring Nathan, I'd be the one with one eye. ..or.. no. I was there to get Sam off him. I'd be dead if I went alone.

You guys are all acting like this is some bullshit horror movie, filled with foreshadowing and.. and symbolism and genre-savvy protagonists. THIS. ISN'T. This is real fucking life. Horror movie logic of "Don't go in there, IT'S A TARP" doesn't work in the real world. The only reason this scenario was a trap was due to entirely coincidental context, information I would never have found out if I hadn't gone.

So I wish you guys would stop acting like goddamn insensitive trolls and try helping for a change. Why is it that you guys go on your little ARGs like BEN Drowned and There's Something in the Sea while offering all this support to fucking fictional characters, yet then you see some real fucking suffering going on and you figure you should troll us? At the very least, don't say anything at all. I know, I could just not post your comments. Well, I'm not insensitive. I keep the comment moderation up entirely to block flat-out insulting comments, or accidental spam that gets through the filter. I'll still post your ever-so-clever satire and what-have-you.

By the way? I'm at the hospital. On my laptop. Nathan's alright, thanks for asking, though his eye is damaged beyond repair. He's resting up now, then we're gonna talk about calling the cops. Whoever the hell is doing all this is going to get in serious trouble. You just don't do that to people, seriously. You just don't.

Oh, and one last thing. I'd love to see all you guys get emails from people asking you to meet up. I assure you, it's not that easy to discern trap from honest request when it's in your inbox. I'd love to see you reply to them with your logic, telling them how you're not going; it's a trap. It's not easy. What if it's not a trap, huh? What if they seriously need your help? What if they want to meet up and help you? Either way, you'll miss out on a good experience and come across as a selfish prude.

..and what if Skye Blue was serious? What if he or she was waiting for me, but Sam-- or whoever the hell that was-- got to Skye first? Shit. I've definitely got to get in contact with the authorities about this.

This is getting serious.

We went back to the house, expecting to meet "Skye Blue." We didn't expect that. I mean, I had my suspicions that something was fishy about this meeting, but neither I nor Nathan was expecting anything that we got on tape.

Once again, I'll talk about the findings in a later post. For now, I'm just.. fucking.. afgwgnadfvdmvgmefijfecvnb. That.. oh my god.

Piranha in the comments, you can go ahead and tell me you told me so, but then again, in light of what happened to Nathan, I think you'd best not. Not yet.

..Nathan's in the hospital as of this upload. His eye is being operated on.

I don't think we're going back to that fucking house. I'm calling the police.

Message from Skye Blue.

I just got this email from Skye Blue. The person is telling me to go back to the house (address removed). Then there's that weird stuff about faucets and rabbits.

I'm taking Skye up on this offer. But I'm bringing Nathan again. Better safe than sorry.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Entry #39 of Marble Hornets has been released.


This is awesome, see. I'm a diehard fan of that series. 8D AND THAT WAS AN AWESOME ENTRY OH MY GOD.

Could it have been better? Of course. Have there been better entries? Quite frankly. Was it still fucking awesome to actually see shit happen? Oh motherfucking god yes.


These guys know a thing or two about horror, yessir, mhm, a-yup.

Proper questions.

After reviewing the footage extensively, I've come up with a number of questions to be made from it.

- How.. but Sam.. she got up! And how? I mean.. we didn't even notice! I was really freaking distracted. >.< This, alone, warrants further investigation.

- Sam looks different. HOW.

- Why the hell was I so distracted?! I wasn't even thinking of anything in particular; I just couldn't stop thinking!

- The front room looked different. For example: there was a fucking Xbox right there. HOW THE HELL... ej9fdesfdjEJIFJNIEF.

- What made that loud bang?

- Something about the records creeps me out. I'm sure there's more to them.

- For that matter, Sam clearly got up and walked out of the room while we were gone. So how the hell did she get back so fast?!

There's something odd going on with that house. It was odd enough that Sam's an American, who lived in the States, so there's absolutely no reason she should be here in a British home that's awfully close by to mine! Now we're finding out this house has more to it than we thought?!

It's just plain.. je9afffji.

I brought Nathan to the house.

I realized that I haven't been to the house in a while. And I never really.. went into any other room besides the front room. So I brought Nathan along again.

Looking back at the footage, I'm startled that we didn't really pay much attention to Sam. And I was really distracted. o_o I couldn't stop thinking, just thinking and thinking. I couldn't word my sentences, and I kept trailing off.

Hell, I'm not even mentioning what was up with Sam. That's for a different entry, different time. I'll tackle one mystery at a time. u_u;

Pond.

There's a pond kinda close to my house. Kinda... and it's actually entirely man-made. Okay, so it's more of a lake. Either way, it was entirely man-made. And I fed some swans. :3 Ain't they adorable?

...well, they are! D:

..wait.

"The Thing That Should Not Be." This has been bugging me for a long time.

The Thing That Should Not Be
Master of Puppets, 1986
Metallica


This song's lyrics popped up in Sam's "EATING ME" notepad. This is a great song from a classic album, and it deals with the tale of Cthulhu. Lovecraft and whatnot.

The odd part is why? It doesn't fit in with the rest of the lyrics in the notepad. It's not prog. There may be some progressive influences in various Master of Puppets tracks, but Metallica didn't dabble with prog until ...And Justice for All. So why were its lyrics featured in that notepad?


The mysteries just pile on and on.

Regarding the so-called "Epping AquaTarkus."

The Battle of Epping Forest
Selling England by the Pound, 1973
Genesis


"The Battle of Epping Forest" is an eleven-minute piece detailing a gangwar between Little John's thugs and Willy Wright and his boys as they battle for gangland boundaries. The story parodies a newspaper story of the times. It starts off with a rather memorable march-styled intro before breaking into what I can only refer to as "the easily-identifiable Genesis sound." This piece details the backstories of the gangs, the battle in question, and the actions of the higher-ups as they watch on. It's a very complex track, very difficult to accurately perform live, and the various voices and accents of the colourful cast make singing it solo just as challenging. ..even though it's supposed to be solo. Peter Gabriel rocks. >w>

Conclusion: It is a weird song; I can understand how Sam might feel strongly against it.

Tarkus
Tarkus, 1971
Emerson, Lake & Palmer


"Tarkus" is a twenty-minute epic/suite telling the allegorical tale of eponymous mecha Tarkus, an armadillo-tank hybrid that kills all in its path. The suite climaxes as Tarkus duels a manticore, only to be bested. However, we get a cliffhanger ending as Tarkus is reborn in the sea... as Aquatarkus! Most of the story is an allegory of war, religion, and.. more war. Musically, we get pretty much twenty straight minutes of ELP at their finest. Some might call this piece "wankery," "a fine example of the excesses of prog rock," and "self-indulgence in musical form." Oh yeah? Well I say fuck you. It's an outstanding piece of work. .w. The final movement, Aquatarkus (starts at 6:18 on the second video), has one of the single catchiest melodies I've ever heard.

Conclusion: No, I don't get how Sam could feel powerful feelings from this epic. Though I guess the concept of a giant armadillo-tank, especially one that can swim, that stops all in its path.. that's a pretty foreboding concept.

Do you still wait for your God?

And the symbol of your faith?

..I gotta admit, I liked that in Topography of Thought, that "post cryptic lyrics and hope it sticks" method. >w> Weathered Crashes picked some classic examples, too.

Anyway, this is sort of an update post. To talk a bit about the goings-on. You gotta admit, whoever you are,  that there's something going on here.

Topography of Thought follows a similar pattern to Fish, Man! and Progression Enhanced, or at least.. it seems to. It's got spam that might not be spam, creepy comments, "The Camper," a lot of prog, and just.. yeah. o.o

Speaking of, in one of those entries, Weathered Crashes gives a description of "the Topographic Ocean." There's stuff like people watching from beyond glass cases, no monsters that can harm you, people speak but cannot be heard, and just.. wow, it's pretty cryptic. Anybody got any idea what the hell Weathered was talking about? I mean, it's like some kinda riddle or something.

..come to think of it, I'm sure the "Topographic Ocean" has come up somewhere else in my investigations.

In other news. Peter Rivers. You're one of my followers. I've checked out your blog, Still Remains Within; you mention all kinds of oddities, one of which was screenshot'd on this very blog due to similarities to the other blogs I'm investigating. You commented on Fish, Man! while it was still operational.

Who the hell are you? Seriously.

Third point. I rewatched the Visit to the Doktor (Genesis reference! 8D) video, and.. I don't get it. What the fuck. There's a tentacle thing, right when I say "psychiatrist!" The whole thing distorts like fuck, and just.. it almost looks faked. Did someone.. no, it's not possible to 'hack' a video when I'm uploading it. ..is it? I mean, just.. it's weird. >.<

We've clearly got something going on here.

Oh, then we have the issue of the paper. Yeah, I've still got the damn thing; no masked fellows have stolen it from my room while looking awfully like Spider-Man. I'm referring to the stuff on the back. "No one runs faster than you can. No one runs faster than you. No one runs faster than you eat." If you'll remember, one of the Topography of Thought entries was that, over and over and over again. So what the hell's up with that?

The tentacled dude on the front doesn't make this shit any easier to figure out. It doesn't fit in with anything else. If it's the slender man, what the hell. Have the tentacles I've been seeing just been his branches? Then what's up with "EAT," all the prog, the water? Last time I checked, slendy wasn't an Eldritch aquatic hipster.

..or WAS he?

No, he wasn't. That was a joke. Anyone got any ideas what I should check out next? Any ideas what the "Topographic Ocean" is? Who Peter Rivers is? What any of this shit means? ..I guess I'll end this the way I began-- lyrics from "In the Presence of Enemies."

My soul grows weaker,

He knows and he waits.

He watches over me,

Standing at the infernal gates.

In the hour of darkness,

The moment I feared has passed.

The moment I lost my faith...

Promising salvation...

My soul is my own now.

I do not fight for you,

Dark Mistress Master.

...My soul ALWAYS belongs to my mistress. >w>

Posts from a fellow lyric-lover, part 2

Okay. Slept. Let's do this.

Let them rape the forest

Got some lyrics from Yes' Tales From Topographic Oceans here. I never could make heads nor tails of that album's lyrics. Some real crazy stuff.

Endlessly falling

Dream Theater's "A Nightmare to Remember," second movement, Beautiful Agony. ..I'd praise the movement here, but the lyrics seem much less.. benevolent coming from this blog. Especially with that comment. "Be my slave to the grave?" I sure as hell hope you're a girl, pal. Otherwise, I don't bend that way. ....sorryjusttryingtolightenthemood

It's eating its way back home

...I spy some "Colony of Birchmen," some "The Return of the Giant Hogweed," but at this point, I don't really.. care. o______o Whafdx.crfdko. I mean. asdo. ...e8rif9jd! D:

The Camper Velourium

I recognize Emerson, Lake & Palmer's "Karn Evil 9." The title is a reference to Coheed & Cambria's In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3. The bottom comment? .....

...yeah, I'm starting to sense a pattern here.

Posts from a fellow lyric-lover, part 1

Uploaded in the order of which they were given to me. Apparently, The Topography of Thought attempts to "travel the Topographic Ocean." o_o

Plants of the sea.

So "Weathered Crashes," here, likes his Genesis. I respect that; I like Genesis, too. Here, Weathered quotes "The Return of the Giant Hogweed" and gets a poetic response. Plus spam.

Untitled.


Uh.. I see some "Colony of Birchmen" (Mastodon) in there, plus random lines and the commenter from earlier. As well as some 'United States' guy.

Crossing the Topographic Ocean

Finally, Weathered actually speaks to his or her audience. He or she attempts to describe what the "Topographic Ocean" is, but.. dude's having a bit of trouble. The description given winds up being pretty cryptic.

Come to think of it, so do the comments.

Best you can is good enough

Here we have... more.. lyrics? That looks like something I've heard, but I'm not sure.

Release me.

Various lyrics from Genesis' The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, and cryptic/spam comments.

First.

I'm not too sure, but these look like lyrics from Radiohead's Kid A. That cryptic guy still comments, as well as someone who's thinking the same thing I am. xD

Run, little rabbit, go hide in the blades of that grass... run, rabbit, run.

....o___o That's... well, it's from Coheed & Cambria's "The Willing Well." Second movement, to be exact. And, uh.. hrm.

Will continue in future entry. Tired. sllee pn.ow

..just kidding. xD I mean, I am going to bed, but.. I'm not gonna go quiet for weeks. >.>

The Topography of Thought

Got an email.

Looks like there's another blog that got taken down. According to this source, its disappearance was awfully similar to the other two I've posted. This person took screenshots because apparently they were told to by the blogger. o_o Did he know what was going on?

The blog's name was The Topography of Thought, and I'll upload the screenshots as soon as my internet stops being a goddamn dick.

Goddamn, I'm relaxed.

I'm thinking of looking into that flash drive again. I'm just so happy, so calm. .w.

Effing beautiful.

So all this time, I've been having to listen to my prog on either the laptop speakers (which seriously utterly suck) or these little external speakers (which are absurdly quiet and utterly suck). But today? I got headphones.

I'm busting them out on Dream Theater's "Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence." I mean, hey. If these headphones can't make a 42-minute epic sound good, then they can't make anything sound good. ..but they do oh my god. They do make it sound good. .W. I've missed this level of sound quality. For so long.

Now I can truly appreciate prog again. Now I can be.. a motherhuggin' prog fan again.

A Visit to the Doktor

I originally had exactly ten videos to upload, but oh my god not even the first one would upload.

So basically, I went to the doctor. You know why. Two entries ago.

I went and I spoke.

The doctor also gave me a rather off-the-record recommendation to go to Tesco and ask around for a man called Mister J. LaBrie. He said this man has been through similar investigations to mine.

I contemplated checking out the alley again, now at day. It's infested with bugs. T______T I am not going in there, not at this time of year.

Analyzing that paper

Eh, it's morning. It's light enough. So I analyzed that there paper I got. ..I didn't even analyze it, really. I just.. showed you guys it again. Since I don't have a scanner, y'know.

That was freaking weird.

So you know that thing where you get up and get lightheaded and from time to time you'll go blind for a second or two? I think it's called a "dizzy spell."

Well, I got up to go to the toilet, and the blindness kicked in when I was out in the hallway. I kinda lost my sense of direction and bumped into a door. Assuming it was the toilet, I grabbed the handle and was turning it when my vision came to.

There was no door there. Just a wall. So what the hell was I turning?

I've got an appointment with the doctor tomorrow, so I'll be sure to bring that up.

O Noez Where's my expy of totheark?

Yeah, sorry. Slept all day. Got kinda tied up in my own little issues.

After watching back that video, YouTube really fucked up the quality at the end there. You can't tell, but we went about halfway down the alley before turning back. I'll be making a quick video showing the paper I got eventually, since I have no scanner, and there's no "Guitar" guy in my comments. xD

Let's do another vote. What should I do tomorrow?

A) Go back to Sam's house. If she's still there, call the cops.
B) Try actually seriously going down that freaking alley already. Stop wimping out.
C) Try actually seriously digging through that flash drive already. Stop getting lazy.


Or I could just sit around and hope someone emails me regarding some super-important thing. Like maybe the president of the United States of America will be asking me if I know anything about the slender man, 'cause he's terrorizing various states and it's affecting bloggers. And only bloggers. And a couple YouTubers.

..seriously, slendy's not real. >_>

Video footage, investigation of "eat_me_alive." With backup!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMjfrGVSles

So Piranha told me to look for the location in Sam's "eat_me_alive" video. Someone, I think called Tav, told me I should not go alone. So I got my older brother, Nathan, to help. Unfortunately, we had to go at night. Long story. >.>

Will analyze findings soon.

Yeah, gimme a while.

The video we took will be uploaded to YouTube eventually. Internet's not the best tonight. >.>

In the meantime, I'm happy. .w. I ordered the Marble Hornets Season 1 2-Disc DVD collection. >W< And now I'm just kicking back to Coheed & Cambria's "The End Complete." That suite is really growing on me.

Found something! o_o

So I know you guys all voted for D yesterday, and I did D, but I also went ahead and did B as well. 'Cause the Piranha guy told me I should look for the area in "eat_me_alive." So I did.

I did not go alone. I got my brother, Nathan, to go with me in our exploration.

We filmed stuff, checked stuff out. And, uh..

We found the location of "eat_me_alive."


Uploading the video as we speak. My internet seriously sucks tonight, so give it a while.

Now what?

So we clearly have a connection between Progression Enhanced and Fish, Man!, namely

A pond nearby


The Camper comment


Progressive rock


Strings? Tentacles?


Odd obsessions


Blogs shutting down.


I'll look further into this, sure, but.. I think I might look into other stuff today, as well.

More of Fish, Man!

Let's see what happened next in the world of Patrick Endelhog.

Third Post Today!

Lampshading the spam. ..though he thinks it's not really spam. o_o

Bigger Fish... Out of the Sea?

 More strange noises.

Where is the Bigger Fish?

Noises and.. creepy comments.

 Fish Doesn't Look Like a Word Anymore it Just Looks Like Fish


Patrick's mental state seems to be degrading, and then we have a comment from "Dolphin," insisting that Patrick has nothing to worry about.

Show Time or Sleeping with the Fishes


Patrick actually decides to take action? Oh shit!
..then we have that comment, there. The Camper guy. From Progression Enhanced. He's saying pretty much the same thing, too.

FISH.


Whoo, action! >D Kay, what's the next screenshot?

......oh.

Fish, Man screenshots!

Got in contact with a man named Roger Endelhog. He said Fish, Man! was his brother's blog. I got the screenshots from him.

FISH
Patrick Endelhog. He seems kinda odd. >.> ...Peter Rivers? o_o You commented on this blog?

The Bigger Fish in the Sea

It took Patrick a good few months to post again, apparently.

Out of the Pond

Following an oddity at a pond.

Fish and Traffic

...o_o; This is a weird blog.

Voices by the Pond


..I mean.. what? o_o Oh hey, spam. xD

The Fish in the Stereo

Yes' "The Fish (Schindleria Praematurus)" is mentioned. I like that song. .w.

Odd Fish?

Oh dear. D: Patrick had a run-in with a nasty fish, I see. And.. Peter commented again. What, did you frequent this place?

Yes? No Thanks

Aw, he didn't like it. D: Oh well. Prog's an acquired taste. ..more spam, whoo!

 Come Visit Me Please


Loneliness, odd noises, and odd comments.

Will continue this in a separate entry.

Distracted! xD

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMcgL3hgMYM&feature=feedu

Sorry! Entry #38 of Marble Hornets is up. So I had to watch it. .w. I love this series, you know. That's one of the reasons I love investigating what happened to Sam-- it's like being in Marble Hornets, kinda.

I'll get back to my research.

Like Twitter But Not

Somehow, I don't think this is the Fish, Man! blog.

I also found this in my searches.

Will keep looking.

They're expecting me, but I've got work to do

Well, yesterday's vote was unanimous-- today, I'm going to research Fish, Man! and see if I can find anything out about it.

I need to do something to cleanse the monotony of my life.

My own mind divided into hollow hemispheres

God, I've felt like shit lately. I haven't felt like even going on my blog, let alone checking through those neverending videos and photos on that damn flash drive. Now I know how Jay must have felt, with those bags of tapes in Marble Hornets.

Don't worry about me, though. I've just had some rough nights. That's all. I'm gonna resume my investigation. That odd video I found has piqued my interest. And there was that comment on "eat_me_alive" that suggested looking for the area in the clip-- great idea. :D

I've been checking out various other blogs on the internet. There are some interesting analyses of the slender man, people who claim to be stalked by him (and even some other creature called the "Archangel" o_o), and then there was one interesting piece. It was for this blog called Still Remains Within. I've decided to take a screenshot of it. Just for kicks. xD

LISTEN WELL WILL YOU MARRY MARRY MARRY

Here, the Peter Rivers guy (I think he's one of my followers!) posts (or a hacker posts) both a lyrical excerpt from Coheed & Cambria's "The Suffering" (Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV Volume One: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness-- amazing album), and a reference to tentacles. I found this interesting, because..

..well...

I seem to be following something to do with tentacles and prog, don't I? There, I've gone out with it. I'm not stupid. I have noticed the tentacle-shaped phenomena in various videos and photographs I've posted, and then there was Sam's drawing of the Epping AquaTarkus.

Now, I don't want to say Sam encountered the creature seen in her dreams, 'cause that's almost impossible, unless she actually saw it in her dreams after seeing it in reality. Still, it's extremely unlikely, all the same. Most likely, she's had some equally-tentacled creature, like.. maybe one of her friends got a tentacled thing and pranked her with it. Maybe even the slender man got to her, I don't know; anything but EAT. That's seriously ridiculous.

Really, the rational train of thought here tells us that Sam got pranked/found a normal tentacled creature, then she went to talk to her doctor and he highly advised her to shut down the blog. I mean, seriously. She was clearly developing an obsession with Tarkus. Her blog was the perfect method for her to obsess over it. We have no idea how she acted outside of Progression Enhanced; for all we know, her obsession was noticeably affecting her behaviour.

Continuing my logical assumptions, the doctor probably advised her to shut down the blog, and she did. In the  months since then, she's prolly moved to England. And who knows? She may not really be dead. She might have just.. been high. Withdrawal from her Tarkus obsession, you know?

..if it makes you guys feel any better, I'll throw a vote. What should I do tomorrow?

A) Visit Sam's house again. If she's seriously dead, call cops.

B) Check for the location in "eat_me_alive."

C) Put my ass into gear and seriously check out more of that flash drive.

D) Do research on that Fish, Man! blog.

I'll give one of those a try, but we're throwing a vote. I know there are people reading this, like that Piranha person.