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We came to the stairwell. A quick look at it and Jay decided we had taken some wrong turn somewhere and turned back to find more stairs. Our search was in vein though, this was the only staircase in the building. I remember thinking I should turn back, I remember thinking how unusual and off the whole idea was. Jay began to descend before I was able to voice my fears. It sounds childish writing it but the very sight of a large multi-storey building with only stairs leading down is an image that stands out to me as the most obvious warning sign of my folly.

The basement (I suppose you could call it that) consisted of 4 stories, 3 of which I never got a chance to see. The floor we started on was the bottom one, Jay mentioned this is how he explores, work your way down. I suppose the logic is sound, end where you started.

The floor was peculiar only in its size. It seemed to go on forever, cubicles and break rooms and boardrooms seemed to stretch into infinity. Doubtless this is a product of an over excited mind and a foggy memory but at the time I could have sworn the building was impossibly large.

The worst part of this was that, despite how big it felt, on a personal level it was very very small. Jay and I struggled to fit through the spaces between cubicles and into offices, in some places desks seemed to have been lodged into place. This, combined with the perpetual darkness which we could only very lightly pierce with the maglights, made for a very claustrophobic excursion.

The place itself was completely abandoned and cleaned out. Every single desk that remained was empty, filing cabinets cleaned through and boardrooms lacking the distinctive huge table. Every door we came to was open and some even lacked doors. At least until we came to the end of the floor.

The door seemed bigger than the rest, although by all appearances was just a normal office door. The windows were tinted black and ant attempt to peer inside were met with the inky blackness that surrounded us. It was locked tight and even Jay and myself throwing our bodies against it only served to intrigue us further as to what could possibly be behind this door and be worth protecting this much.

Jay went into a nearby office and dragged a filing cabinet to the door. I watched him use ropes and hooks to convert it to some crude battering ram. No words were shared here, we both understood that the door had to be opened. We also understood how outright absurd the image was.

Using this deceive, we managed to force the door open. The shattering wood and bending metal haunt me to this day. This was the point of no return for me. I should have simply laughed at Jay and his battering ram and went home. I should have disregarded the door as just a locked supply closet and went onto explore the rest of the building but no. No I had to explore it. I had to know. I think that is his most powerful attribute, he preys on that sense of human curiosity.

The room itself was fairly indiscriminate, it seemed to be a storage room of some kind, creates and boxes and shelves all full of files and books and the like. Jay walked around the room while I looked over some of the files. I remember laughing, good lord how I remember those cheery laughs. I thought it was some kind of joke, some prank between two office clowns or something. The files were all reports on what appeared to be people researching monsters. God I laughed. Most of the files were stamped with a big red X, along with the creates and boxes. I was about to read some of them when Jay called me over. He was stood in the corner of the room staring at a trunk
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Page 2 of the Overall story. I dont think this is a particuarly good way of posting this, as atmosphere is more effectivly built reading over one sitting, rather than in stilted posting. If anyone can think of a better way of posting this (I was thinking posting a PDF of 3 pages at once or something) please tell me.

As if anyone is even reading hurfblurhaaaaaaaaaaaaaahrdurrrrrrr

KRAKEN Debrief AMMENDMENT


AMMENDMENT: DATE ##/##/####

We have received the package spoken about in the emails and the evidence voids the above almost completely. The contents of the package includes the following;

  • Several reels of tape
  • A handwritten note
  • Biological matter

I will begin with the tapes.
The tapes seem to be the missing reels from the cameras inside, as well as B187’s personal recorder. The personal recorder captures several of the excursions to the so called feeding area. This is where the first inconsistencies arise. The feeding area as depicted on film in no way resembles the one described within the reports. The area is merely a clearing, with no blood, bones or corpses. B187 seems to react as though the area is horrific, rooting through leaves and twigs as though they are the body parts he obviously sees. We are able to catch minute glimpses of what appears to be a tall, black suited man. We believe this is the entity in question.

The tapes from within the base are the most disturbing however. They depict B187s’ almost immediate breakdown from the moment he first arrives from the “feeding area”. The moment he steps through the door, he appears to strip naked and begin cutting himself, before carving the bizarre writings onto the walls of the base. He later appears heavily bandaged, firing blindly out of a window. There is heavy distortion in this section of the tape and we are to assume that B187’s reports of attempting to attack S.Man were true, based on the cameras’ distortions here.

All of the video following there appears to be a large box in the corner of the room, it resembles the box these tapes arrived in so much I believe it to be one and the same. Also of note is B187’s utter lack of movement, and when he does move, he seems to crawl. Whether this is due to injury or trauma is not shown on tape.
B187 seems to eventually call some sort of delivery service and appears to leave the box outside, explaining why it took so long for us to receive it, and how he managed to mail it in the first place.

The remainder of the tapes seem to be either heavily distorted or straight out destroyed, any images that do appear are nonsensical clips of a horrific nature. We do see B187 occasionally. He still does not move. The time stamps on the tapes remain and show he spends at least several weeks in the same spot.

The moment of suicide is captured only in audio, and almost immediately afterward, the video returns to normal quality, showing B187’s body on the floor for approximately 3 hours, before the video cuts out completely.

The handwritten note simply reads “He Is Here” around 800 times on both the front and back of a sheet of A4 paper. It seems to be written in animal blood.
The biological matter, unfortunately is not of S.Man origin. It is a human foot. Presumably Agent B187s’. It was wrapped in the note with string to stem the bleeding. The cut is crude and not well sterilized.

The only conclusion to draw from this new evidence is that S.Man is more than capable of utterly controlling an individual’s mind. He does not seem to take B187’s life for some time however, whether this due to the Malto theory or some choice on the entities part is unknown.

I move to have the current S.Man objective changed from Observe and Capture to Observe only. Perhaps the lack of hostility will allow us to better observe the entity without attack. We are simply losing too many agents to this single entity.
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I LOVE PARAGRAPHS SO MUCH

KRAKEN Debrief


OPERATION: S.Man Reverval Attempt #23
ACTIVE AGENTS: Agent Bigfoot-187, Agent Kraken
RECOVERED RELICS: Video Footage, Biomatter
REPORT:

On the 24th of #### ####, Agent B187 was assigned to Washington with the object of observation and possible retrieval of Entity S.Man. Operator Kraken was B187’s support.
B187 was issued with the current standard equipment for S.Man retrieval, a level 4 defence package, $500,000 in cash, 10 video cameras and 5 audio recorders. After assessing the evidence provided by Agent B187, this has been deemed inadequate and the standard will be upgraded within the next year.

B187 seems to have spent most of his mission time within the forward base he established. Clean up crews found the base in a state of disrepair, cryptic writings covered the walls in what appears to be animal blood. Drawings of what seems to be the entity in question also cover the walls of the base. This is standard behaviour for an individual under S.Mans’ influences, it is theorised that these drawings and ramblings are the product of an insane mind attempting to break free of the hold the entity has over it.

Upon review of the video footage, combined with the report emails and evidence we have received, we are able to piece together a picture of what occurred in the months B187 was in WI.

Within the first two months, B187 seems to have been progressing in his objective perfectly. He had interviewed several of the nearby town’s people, and established himself as a trusted member of the community. At some point, it is not clear when, B187 found the suspected site of an S.Man attack. Upon investigation B187 discovered what he described as a “feeding area” containing carcasses of both animal and human. Attempts to locate this site have proven ineffective.

It is around this point that B187 found himself to be a target of the entity. In a show of incredible bravery and training, he took this opportunity to record various observations and findings. However this was to be his penultimate communication with ####. B187 did not send or respond to any further attempts at communication.

There are several questions still unanswered concerning B187’s expedition. In the reports, he makes several references to a package containing biological samples of S.Man and the feeding area. However as of yet we have not received such a package. This is most unusual as he expressly states he sent it to one of our sorting offices, in which case we should have received it a day after he mailed it. At this point we are to assume he merely forgot, or was unable to mail it before succumbing to S.Man.

The only other issue is the cameras. Despite multiple references to using the cameras to prove the Malto theory, we are unable to locate the film for the indoor cameras. It is possible B187 destroyed them, or they were otherwise lost in the intervening period between his disappearance, and ####’s intervention.

Unfortunately, without these two incredible relics we have only second hand reports of S.Man and have missed out on an opportunity to massively further our understanding of the entity. However, all is not lost, this excursion has taught us more about how to properly equip agents and what steps to take should a Class 2 or above encounter occurs. With this in mind I am labelling the operation a success.
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I AM TYPING WORDS

And here we are, nearly at the end of the KRAKEN file. I'm not really sure where to go next. I may just get on with the main story and just write it as I go. this was an interesting experiment and one I believe will pay off in the long run, but we shall see.

There is one more update to this story that I'll post in time, then I'll start posting whatever it is I decide to do.

The KRAKEN Emails. pt9


FROM: AUTOMATED_WARNING@####.com
TO: BIGFOOT-187@####.com
SUBJECT:  IMMINENT TERMINATION NOTICE
BODY:

This is an Automated Message, Do not reply to this Email as the mailbox is unmonitored.

This is a warning. You have not reported to #### in 6 Days. If you do not report within the next 24 hours, you will be terminated.

The KRAKEN Emails. pt8


FROM: KRAKEN@####.com
TO: BIGFOOT-187@####.com
SUBJECT: LEVEL 8 EMERGENCY EVACUATION ORDER
BODY:

Agent

It is of the highest important that you immediately make an official extraction request as soon as you are able. An agent compromised by S.MAN is subject to Article 5.6 of the #### Core Principles act and is subject to immediate debriefing and isolation to ensure survival. You are in extreme danger.

As an aside, #### is very gratified for the incredible amount of information on the entity. Your insights, combined with the results of the tests on actual biological S.MAN matter, your research has furthered our understanding of the entity, beyond any of our expectations.

We are still awaiting the package.

-KRAKEN

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This may have posted twice. Apologies if so.

The KRAKEN Emails. pt7


FROM: BIGFOOT-187@####.com
TO: KRAKEN@####.com
SUBJECT: MORE FINDINGS/THEORIES
BODY:

Kraken,

I regret to report that I am currently a target of S.MAN. I believe the entity identified me as I searched his experimentation area.

It would seem the Malto Theory has proven true. I seem to be safe as long as I stay within this base, the constant camera and audio monitoring appears to have a repulsion effect on S.MAN. I will maintain this position until I am unable to, at which point I will request extraction.


As I am currently a target of the S.MAN I believe I am in a unique position to reveal some interesting findings I have discovered regarding the entity.

To start with, I have noticed the suit appears to be the entities skin, whether this is some sort of camouflage or a evolutionary trait with as yet unseen advantages, I am unsure, the video feed is not sufficiently clear enough to identify the more minute details.

Secondly, the form theory seems to be correct. S.MAN appears to remain perpetually out of sight, however the cameras are able to record him quite well, with the exception of minor video corruption. S.MAN appears to have at least 3 basic forms, at a distance he appears to be invisible, only eventually appearing when within 100 meters of his prey. When he appears, he lacks tentacles and stands around 6 feet tall, without any sort of limb extensions or contortions. Within 50 meters of the base, S.MAN appeared to change, becoming taller, his arms and legs extend and tentacles extend from his back. He appears to be able to move using these.
My rudimentary attempts at defence, using the cameras to aim my shots, have proven ineffectual, thereby proving my theory that directed beam weaponry is just as useless as any other weapon directed toward S.MAN, In future I suggest you upgrade the minimum  defence package level to 6. Preferably 7.
This is the extent of the practical evidence I have gathered since becoming trapped within the building. I have drawn several conclusions based on what I know so far.

I believe it quite likely that S.MAN is not of our world. The fact that the world appears to bend around him, as seen from the distortions in video feeds and the method in which he appears to human eyes. I am unsure as to the implications of this, whether the entity is an extraterrestrial or some sort of dimensional break, it is quite obvious it is not any sort of creature we have encountered before.

Before I go I must quickly report that I have yet to experience any of the effects described in the Backmen profile, this may be due to the shielding properties of the Malto effect.

B187

The KRAKEN Emails. pt6


FROM: KRAKEN@####.com
TO: BIGFOOT-187@####.com
SUBJECT: FINDINGS
BODY:

Agent,

#### policy requires me to order you to shut down your experiments and return to a more populated area at once. You have not only provided us with incredible physical specimen, but you have also been in secondary contact with the Entity itself. As you well know this is an incredible dangerous situation to be in.

On a more personal level Agent, I believe you have become slightly obsessed with the objective and should return to the nearest #### base as soon as possible. Until you are able I highly suggest you maintain constant camera surveillance of yourself and the surrounding area and immediately cease excursions of this so called Feeding Area

-K
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THIS IS WHERE I SAY THINGS: We're almost done with KRAKEN here, a couple more updates. I will consdense the last two short ones to one big one so that gives us like, 3 updates to go.

You know its odd, I've had a couple blogs in my time, I had a livejournal when I was 14, a Blogspot review page when I was 15-16, a website and a Sheezyart page through out all that time. Every single time I wouldnt have any views at all. But I kept doing things for "them". Like on my livejournal I would set a riddle every single day and the answer the next day with a new riddle. I never got one single comment but I kept that shit up for months.

And now I find myself doing these little cutaways for presumably a gaggle of fans cheering me on, despite me knowing for definate and uneffably that no one reads this god damn thing. I will now say Hello to EVERYONE who MIGHT read this post. Hello Sarah, Hello Keef, Hello Kieran. Am I writing these for them? For myself? In hopes that BEST SELLING AUTHOR AND WINNER OF DOZENS OF AWARDS JAY LAKE will read this? I have no idea. The most bizzare part of this is of course that I mostly use this section to laugh about how no one reads the blaaaaarg.

The KRAKEN Emails. pt5


FROM: BIGFOOT187@####.com
TO: KRAKEN@####.com
SUBJECT: FIELD REPORT
BODY:

Kraken,

I have had incredible success in my field research over the past month. I have collected more information in the past month on S.MAN than we have in the past 10 years, as such I will send a more full report at a later date and recount my research here.

I started by asking the local priest about any bizarre disappearances or suicides in the past year, claiming I had read something about it in a magazine. The priest told me of a man that lived a few miles away from the main town, in a cottage closer to the woods, Apparntly the man became introverted and eventually set fire to his house, killing himself in the process. This immediately sounded like typical S.MAN behaviour to me. After acquiring this information I went to the Mans’ home., or rather, its ruins. The home was burned to the ground, leaving only a patch of scorched earth. I investigated the area and took some samples which are on the way to home base via the third mail resending facility.

I found some interesting evidence, nothing very outstanding but various small things that added up to a larger picture, I believe S.MAN may have a nest or habitat near the house. This would provide an exciting and unprecedented look into S.MAN in his original habitat. This may give us the chance to finally answer several of the burning questions regarding S.MAN. With this in mind I returned to my base and retrieved some of the defence package contents before venturing into the forest.

What I found was no less than incredible, After a short walk I stumbled upon what I can only describe as a feeding area. Along with vaguely human remains, I found various animal carcasses and something which I believe could be the very first biological matter directly from S.MAN himself, a shed tentacle. Samples of all of this is also included in the package I have sent. However, the most curious part of this find was not the bodies or the tentacle, but the fact that none of the bodies showed bite marks of any kind. Add this to the fact that we know S.MAN does not seem to have a mouth anywhere and the question of Why he is killing is only amplified.

I would like to take this moment to offer my insight on this question. The evidence I have seen today seems to confirm the theory that S.MAN is experimenting. To what end I am not sure, but what I saw today can only be seen as some rudimentary dissection and autopsy.

In the past month I have visited the site multiple times and have set up a series of discreet monitoring devices, in hopes of catching these experiments in action, so far this has bore no fruit, however I believe S.MAN may simply not have attempted another attack as of yet, or is possibly using a secondary location.

I will include a more in-depth and scientific analysis of the various remains and other findings within the month.

I believe we are on the verge of something incredible here.

B187
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My Name is Franklin, Intro


My name is Franklin. I am 36 years old and previously enjoyed a happy life with my family in Quebec.  I am also alive. The relevance of this statement should become obvious very soon. The following will make very little sense to anyone reading this, but I assure you that all be become clear by the end of my tale.

I must take this moment to implore you to put down this book, walk away, hold you loved ones and continue your life as though you had never heard my name or laid eyes upon this book. Although I suppose if you were able to procure a copy or even the original of this book my mere words are unlikely to deter you. Indeed it is likely you are the one in need of help here.

With that warning out of the way, I will attempt to explain what is within these pages.

I grew up in Quebec, lived most of my life in the Canadian forests and spent a good portion of my younger days simply exploring the country. Exploration was in my blood, it was my being. I have trekked across this entire country and back again and enjoyed every moment of my travels.  The irony that it would be one of these adventures that would eventually end in my current predicament is not lost on me.

Several years ago, a friend of mine invited me on a exploration of an old dilapidated building. It was fairly out of the way but nothing special. No bats circling a belfry, nor was it built upon a teetering cliff with lightning striking at opportune times. By all means this was simply an abandoned office block.

This is a practice known as Urbex (meaning Urban Exploration) and something I was very interested in. It is good once and a while to explore the forests and woods  that man has made, if only for a sense of scale.
The night will stay in my mind forever, burning constantly within my skull like a branding iron. I have spent most of my days since that night wondering why, why did I go. What would have happened had I replied “no, sorry” rather than leaping feet first into this nightmare.

I digress, such thought is meaningless. The night of the climb (as Jay constantly referred to it_ Jay  and I prepped for the exploration, packing supplies and joking about the upcoming excursion. Jay was an experienced urban explorer, having explored and searched through the ruins of our bygone years since before the practice was popular, a master when compared with someone such as myself. I preferred walking through the woods to climbing through air ducts and cramped half destroyed buildings, though I was eager to learn.
The conversations on that night will always stick out to me as completely bizarre, if only because looking back, I was so naive, both Jay and I were so happy, excited and filled with a boyish want to scare ourselves through our own actions. So naive.

Once we reached the site, we found it to be boarded off. Jay took a crowbar to the boards and within moments we were inside. I must say it was not what I expected. I had expected to find some old entrance hall, what I found was genuinely eerie, although rendered trivial by the events of the following years, I remember I asked if we should leave, watching Jay push on into the darkness. I followed.
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BLARGG:
And here it is, the start of My Name is Franklin (working title, Its horrible). Fuck you Keef

KRAKEN Emails, Pt4


FROM: BIGFOOT187@####.com
TO: KRAKEN@####.com
SUBJECT: RE:DEFENCE PACKAGE UPGRADE
BODY:

Kraken,

Let it be known that I am quite aware of my mission paramiters and objective, that is not what is in question here, what should be in question is ####’s rampant insistence that S.MAN is a minimal threat, I must make another request to have my defence pack upgraded, i refer to the infamous Iranian artillery test footage, along with the frankly countless reports of S.MAN not even reacting to all manner of small weapons fire.
Frankly this is utterly unsatisfactory. As an established, long standing agent, I know what I need to bring in this entity.

I apologise for the outburst, but I am understandably concerned for my well being.

I have news to report. So far field work has been slow, my links have been safely established, I am a trusted member of the community, however research is proving unproductive. I have unconfirmed reports of subjects matching S.MANs’ description but due to the special nature of the entities method of attack, these are hard or impossible to verify. I intend to begin my first hand research within the week and will hopefully have results by the end of the month.

Within the month I will report my findings.

B-187
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Hurfblurf:
You wonderful lucky basterds get a super special treat today. In addition to this wonderful chunk of writing detailing Agent B-187s' attempt to capture or kill S.Man, I will be posting a single page from the actual full story that will frame these short tales. I am doing this because like it or not, Keefles had a point and I should at least have an introduction wrote up.

The best part about this BALARRRRG is that I am basically talking to myself, online and no one notices or cares, woohoo nhahahahahahaha so lonley please read my stuff

KRAKEN Emails, Pt3


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FROM: KRAKEN@####.com
TO:  BIGFOOT-187@####.com
SUBJECT: DEFENCE PACKAGE UPGRADE
BODY:

Agent B-187

First allow me to apologise for my tone and language. I am required to stay to company guidelines and the induction mail is company standard.

Secondly, I am required to inform you that your request for a L6 Defence Package has been denied in accordance with the Minimum Firepower Doctrine. #### believes even the L4 with which you have been provided is edging on Overkill for a single entity, even one of S.MANs’ legendary profile. I am also required to remind you that your mission statement is Observation and Collection of the Entity, with destruction only a final option, should you be unable to achieve your primary objective.

-K
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The KRAKEN Emails. pt2


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SUBJECT: RE:WI FORWARD BASE
BODY:

Kraken,

Allow me to be frank. I know what I am doing out here, this isn’t my first excursion and I was chosen for the S.MAN project based on my track record, I do not appericate being spoken to like that. With that said I would like to thank you for the speedy induction letter and update you on my current status.

Since arriving in WI I have established a number of links with local personalities. This being a small rural town the main targets have been store owners and the local preist, all of which I have easily acquired as perceived allies. Along with the personalities I have also established links with several of the families. Again with a townlet this close nit, its easy work.

I have the video feeds established around the perimeter of the house, although I must register my distain at the camaras inside the house, they intrude on my privacy and in the event of a class 5 incident, I doubt a couple of camaras will help.

Which brings me neatly to my first real complaint. The defence allowance designated is not sufficient in the slightest. As someone who has observed attempts to harm this creature, a couple of capguns is not going to be enough. I will need an upgrade to at least a level 6 package, higher if possible.
All this aside my searches have yet to find anything useful, and absolutely no sightings (unsurprisingly) as of now. It is still early although and I still have some ideas.

Will report in again soon

A

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ALLITERATIONISTS  ADDITION: Good lord Blogspot's text editor is a mare.

The KRAKEN Emails. pt1


FROM: KRAKEN@####.com

TO: BIGFOOT-184@####.com

SUBJECT:WI FORWARD BASE

BODY:

Agent.

I will be your operator during your station as the prime SM Observer. It will be my job to recive your reports on your findings and provide any assistance that can be given from ####. As of now you should have received your supply pack as described in your field manual. #### recommends establishing links with locals and using the equipment given to establish yourself as a respected figure.

#### also recommends setting up a video feed as soon as possible to allow a 24/7 monitoring station at your base. Along with the audio equipment and handwritten observations, we hope to learn and understand more about Entity S.MAN

As you have already been briefed on the extreme danger of this operation, I will not keep you for very long, Please report to this address within the next 42 hours and then at least once a week afterwards, failure to respond will result in your immediate termination and, as company policy, #### will deny your existence to the last.

Good luck Agent B-184

-K

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SUPER DUPER WRITERS WRAMBELINGS

And heres the next part of our story, The KRAKEN Emails. The next emails detail, well you can see. I will be posting one a day and theres roughly 8 or so, so woop woop woop.

Apologises to all the regular readers (hahahahaha) for the late update. I got scribblenauts and spent my time today summoning various nouns. Oh how I love words.

The End of the Kennith Backmen Report


5.

Can not go outside, something is watching me. Could be those cops from earlier, some towns don’t like you nosing around. Heard taps at window, say someone outside, only a glimpse. Have been here for a while now. Everytime I start to sleep something smashs against my door. Need some coffee or something jesus Christ ist there again oh fuck.

6.

My mother is here. My mother is here and shes telling me its my fault but its not my fault i never meant for it to happen i was just a kid. She keeps saying those words but tommy did it himself not me its not my fault. Hes here, he stands in the corner of my eye just out of sight but my mother and uncle and sister are right there. It hurts to look but when i shut my eyes i see the worst things i see the past but not. Hes here. Hes here hes here hes here hes here

CREATOR CONVO:
Well, a very small update, this is the end of Ole Kennith. His story is probably one of the shorter ones I have so far. I really wanted to get accross that S.Man can and will kill quickly. I realise I may have jipped my loyal readers with a short update but I DONT HAVE ANY READERS HAHAHA! Jokes you YOU (nonexistant) FUCKS.

I may do some rambleing post later to make up for the supershort update. I may not. Who Knows~~~

P.S. The Word Blog is horrible, I will be refering to this as my "little webpage thing where I post some stuff" from here on out.

Kennith Backmen Report Part 2


3

Its 3am, couldn’t sleep at all. Kept hearing trees tap against my window. Its fucking creepy as hell out here, horror movie shit. Anyway, Looked over the case file stuff. Starting to see more inconsistencies, besides the weird fire patterns I saw back at the house, the medical records are screwy as hell, one kid has his cause of death as “strangulation” here. I guess I’ll stop by the hospital tomorrow.

Gonna go try and get some sleep.

4

Finally managed sleep last night. Got that weird feeling of sorta-vertigo all night though, you know when you get off a rollercoaster or airplane or something and you can still feel your body move around? Weird.

Not nearly as weird as some of the shit I saw today though. So I went to the hospital, met with the coroner in charge that night  the interview will be in my case file but fuck. Missing bodies, bizarre causes of death and kids rambling off cryptic shit before they died. I mean usually any one of these things (besides the insane ramblings) would be normal every now an then andbe the result of some fucked up mix up, but this time...I mean there’s 5 fucking bodies unaccounted for, a couple of the kids died from strangulation and one died from what looked like a chunk of wood shoved through the poor fuckers chest.

This shit is so fucked up, I don’t even know where to go from here. I think I should go talk to the fire chief about everything tomorrow and see what he has to say but at this rate I think I’ll be calling this one a cold case.

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Note; a Tape was found in Mr Backmens' room. The audio has been digitally archived and is avalible for download here Click here to listen to Sman.mp3


DIRECTORS COMMENTARY:
Well now things are getting slightly more interesting. We see Kennith start cursing more, hes having trouble sleeping and the case seems to be so horrible even he, a man who has seen horrible things in his time, is calling it closed already.

I tried to convey a slightly defeated tone to this. His tale is almost finished and he is feeling the effects of what he hunts already, despite only really being on the case for a couple of days. This I think is something that seperates my S.Man from other psycological monsters. Where as there exists a million monsters that drive you insane, few do it as directly and quickly as this one.

As I said, Kennith's story is almost finished, a little short I feel but I felt his time had come.

-Nem

Edit: This picture was also found amoungst Kennith's posessions.

Kennith Backmen Report


The following is from the notebook of Kennith Backmen, a man working for a private detective firm from New York. Mr Backmen disappeared shortly after investigating a fire at an orphanage in Wyoming. His body was later found in the trees surrounding his hotel. Cause of death was later ruled suicide.

1

A new start, that’s all I need right now. After the last case I’ve been pretty fucking wiped out, working kid cases just isn’t right, no one should have to see them like that. No one. But I guess someone has to do it, so here I am again.

The case is pretty straight forward, an orphanage in Wyoming burnt down, 23 kids dead and the local police are either too inept or too lazy to come up with a reason for the fire, so the guys up top are sending me in. So I’m starting a new diary, new case, new state, not that I mind leaving this cesspool but Wyoming isn’t exactly a cultural hotspot of entertainment and life. Still this should be a pretty easy case, fire was probably electrical and soon as I get that squared away I can take a little break from all this.

You know it wasn’t all that hard in the start, investigating kids deaths, sure the pictures and the relatives would break your god damn heart but the cases always seemed pretty easy. Usually its a relative the kid really liked, and usually the suspect will be the one shouting the loudest.

Not that any of that matters, there’s a huge fire and a bunch of kids died, pretty open and shut. That’s all for tonight I think. My plane leaves at 8am tomorrow so I’ll write some more tomorrow night.

2

Well I’m here now, Plane flight was terrible as usual but drive here wasn’t too bad. This room is a heap of shit though. Bugs and stuff everywhere and the trees tap against the window all god damn night. Anyway I went to the orphanage yesterday and had a look around, mostly normal, fire damaged or destroyed pretty much everything and most of the signs point to electric fire.

A couple of strange things though, first of all the fire spread patterns in some of the rooms don’t match the corridors or wire patterns, like the kids decided to start fires in their own rooms for some reason. Most likely something in those rooms lit on fire due to the heat but it means a whole investigation into that shit for me.

Second, I found some drawings and bits of paper. Looks like kids handwriting and its pretty obvious its kids drawings. Most of them are too burnt to read but the drawings are weird as hell, they all have this tall faceless guy in them in a suit, someone’s dad was a weird looking motherfucker.

Lastly I had a talk with the only survivor of the fire, some little girl they are keeping at the station and man if i ever seen a case of abuse, girl wasn’t saying shit, just sat their shaking the whole damn time. Poor girl.

DIRECTORS SUPER FLASH COMMENTERY: Because I can not shut up about my horrible story, I will post anything I feel like discussing here after every story section I post.

This is obviously a scene setting intro, Backmen is a comination of many noir style detectives, a style I really love and tried to intergrate without making too silly. The result is a skeptical angry man who curses alot even in his private notebook to himself.

I intended to include more about the girl but ended up running out of insperation for this story. I intend to use her in another account.

One last thing, I actually have the drawings described here, and a "picture" of the orphanage that I will endevour to upload soon.

Edit:
The images spoken about in the story, as promised

S.Man story, Basic outline


Well the first story I'll be posting up here will be my Slenderman story. Slenderman was origanaly created by the SomethingAwful Forums, there was a thread on making paranormal images, ghost pictures, spooky stuff like that.

One guy comes along and posts this really well done image of a faceless tall man in a business suit, and included a breif story about an orphange losing its children. The thread then turned into "Make Slenderman Images". Some were good, some were less good, but I felt the creature itself, the Slenderman was such a great idea, something so vaguly human and yet so obviously not. Needless to say I was inspired.

My idea for the story is inspired by the House of Leaves, a fantastic book written by Mark Danielwinski. To explain any of it would ruin it for you so I will just explain that it has a Story within a Story and leave it there. I felt this was also an incredibly wonderful way of telling a tale and wanted to try my hand at it.

The S.Man story will go as follows, a man discovers a trove of information on S.Man, police reports, emails, notebooks and diarys all by people directly in contact or soon to be in contact with the mythical horror. I am writing out each and every one of these first hand accounts, before collecting them together in an overarcing storyline.

As I have said before, this is mostly for fun, I really wanted to see how well I could pull off the concept itself, however the more I write this story, the more I find I am enjoying writing the first hand accounts, the differnt way a person could respond to this unspeakable terror. I hope I manage to get that point accross.

I digress, I have rambled enough. I will post some of what I have come to call the Kennith Backmen Account after this and probably leave it at that for a while.

-Nem

An Explaination


This blog exists just for me to post chapters of stories or mad ramblings of a man drunk with his own ego. I will not maintain a regular update because I will probably burn out pretty quickly, and I sincerly doubt I will attract many followers anyway.

I write mainly for fun, the world building is what I enjoy the most and is what I frequently attempt to do in my stories. For this reason I am in genuine disbelif that people actually enjoy reading my stuff, as I mostly write for myself.

I welcome criticism, and that isn't an empty statement, I will not respond to your comment with "WELL WHERE IS YOUR STORY" or something equally retarded, in fact I welcome input from non-writers more.

And lastly, yes I did rip the very basics of the Slenderman, I like to think my version of him is very different and more expanded than most of the other stories about him though. Which fits right in with my blog address I suppose.

Thats basically it, other than to mention I used to have a blog where I reviewed movies and stuff and could use Blogger alot better than I can now, so dont expect any cool effects or snazzy add-ons, at least for now.

-Nem

P.S.
The default font is horrific.
 
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