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

Original Video - More videos at TinyPic

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.