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So as you may have noticed, I didn't manage to release the book yet.
It IS done. Sort of, kinda.
See the problem withthe book is that it needs alot of extra stuff to go with it, photoshopped pictures, slapped together audio recordings and maybe even a video or two. The problem is that shit is time consuming and a pain in the ass to include in any real way. So I've been working on that problem for a while.
Also of note is I'm currently
A) In my last term at uni, with more work to do than I have ever had in my life
B) Trying to organise a trans-atlantic wedding/reception
C) Learning to breath underwater
D) Thinking of a better title
I will release this damned thing, it just won't be this month. Probably wont be next month. I'll try, promise. kisses everyone.
-Nem
My Name is Franklin is 99% complete
Hello old friends, I know I havn't posted anythin in here since before the invention of the hover board, but I wanted to let you all know that as of November 5th, 2250, MNF is in Beta. I have the main story done, quite alot of the Chapter Split Stories done and a little bit of the multimedia work done. Give me a week or two and I'll have the rest sorted, then all thats left is editing and any rewrites. Should have it all done by Xmas. Where upon you'll be able to download a copy from here. Somehow. I donno. Bye!
My Name is Franklin, Pt. 7
I spent that night in the hotel near my house, it was a restless sleep and I was plagued by nightmares and sounds in the night. When I woke I paid for the night and headed back to my house which I found in much the same condition as I had left it, with the exception of the chest, which was now closed and once again full of the papers and tapes it had spilled over the floor the night before.
I’m not sure what possessed me but I spent that day reading one of the documents that I found within the box. At the time I figured it was still some kind of joke and I was just suffering some panic induced problem brought on from seeing Jay how I had and being alone and all sort of other excuses I made up to ease my mind and attempt to convince myself that this document was a bunch of awful lies.
That night was the turning point of which this entire horrible tale revolves. I was cleaning up in the bathroom before I headed to bed. I looked into the mirror and caught a glance of what I thought was nothing at first, and before my brain could process what I saw, I had already turned away. When it hit me I quickly snapped back and there it was. That horrifying visage of humanity. The pits, crudely mimicking eyes, the black suit and the white shirt standing out in the shadows. Forever I stared at it, hoping my mere observing would hold it back, would stay its inevitable attack. I turned around quickly and it was gone, the tree it was in didn’t even flutter. It was as if it was never there. So I told myself it wasn’t, that it was an illusion, that I was getting worked up and needed rest.
I awoke sometime in the night to find my bedroom door was open. I got up to close it, within a couple feet of the door I felt that unexplainable presence that I would come to know very very well. I turned quickly to find nothing looking back at me. I felt a growing sense of unease, the sensation of being watched. Being already unhinged I searched high and low for the source of this feeling but found nothing. At last I had wore myself out and simply went back to bed.
The next day I do not remember at all. Only that I woke late that night in the hotel I had stayed at previously with the chest looking at me.
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I’m not sure what possessed me but I spent that day reading one of the documents that I found within the box. At the time I figured it was still some kind of joke and I was just suffering some panic induced problem brought on from seeing Jay how I had and being alone and all sort of other excuses I made up to ease my mind and attempt to convince myself that this document was a bunch of awful lies.
That night was the turning point of which this entire horrible tale revolves. I was cleaning up in the bathroom before I headed to bed. I looked into the mirror and caught a glance of what I thought was nothing at first, and before my brain could process what I saw, I had already turned away. When it hit me I quickly snapped back and there it was. That horrifying visage of humanity. The pits, crudely mimicking eyes, the black suit and the white shirt standing out in the shadows. Forever I stared at it, hoping my mere observing would hold it back, would stay its inevitable attack. I turned around quickly and it was gone, the tree it was in didn’t even flutter. It was as if it was never there. So I told myself it wasn’t, that it was an illusion, that I was getting worked up and needed rest.
I awoke sometime in the night to find my bedroom door was open. I got up to close it, within a couple feet of the door I felt that unexplainable presence that I would come to know very very well. I turned quickly to find nothing looking back at me. I felt a growing sense of unease, the sensation of being watched. Being already unhinged I searched high and low for the source of this feeling but found nothing. At last I had wore myself out and simply went back to bed.
The next day I do not remember at all. Only that I woke late that night in the hotel I had stayed at previously with the chest looking at me.
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My Name is Franklin, Pt. 6
It stayed that way for days. I left it upstairs in the spare room and just went on with my life until the following September. My wife had taken my daughter to see her family in the states and I had stayed behind to finish up some work and was to catch up with them afterwards. I was working at my desk late at night. I was working on a new data method for the company i was with at the time, when I needed to get a book from my room.
As I climbed the stairs, it was like something was calling out to me, faint, oh so very faint but it was there, deep in the back of my head, constantly calling out for me over and over again. Writing this I can almost hear it again. As I reached the top of the stairs and turned to go to my room I found myself in the spare room, in front of the chest. As I turned to leave, i once again found myself in front of the chest. I tried for what felt like hours to escape that room, panicking and falling apart as I did. A great feeling of helplessness washing over me before finally succumbing to that persistent voice and opened the trunk.
It wasn’t so bad at first. The papers caught and held my attention for a while. At the time they were incoherent files and papers about seemingly nothing at all. I closed the trunk and grabbed the book I needed and went back to work. After a couple hours I think I fell asleep at the desk and awoke to find myself yet again in the spare room. I was obviously disturbed by this, I was at this point petrified. I stared at the chest with images of Jay running through my head. I remembered how he looked, how he acted and cursed myself for bring this thing into my house. I tried time and time again to get away from it but in the end became so enraged I heaved it against a wall. It broke open, spilling most of its contents across the floor. I turned to leave before stepping on a single sheet of paper that, in scribbled, huge text surrounded by what I presume was blood, “HE COMES”.
As I climbed the stairs, it was like something was calling out to me, faint, oh so very faint but it was there, deep in the back of my head, constantly calling out for me over and over again. Writing this I can almost hear it again. As I reached the top of the stairs and turned to go to my room I found myself in the spare room, in front of the chest. As I turned to leave, i once again found myself in front of the chest. I tried for what felt like hours to escape that room, panicking and falling apart as I did. A great feeling of helplessness washing over me before finally succumbing to that persistent voice and opened the trunk.
It wasn’t so bad at first. The papers caught and held my attention for a while. At the time they were incoherent files and papers about seemingly nothing at all. I closed the trunk and grabbed the book I needed and went back to work. After a couple hours I think I fell asleep at the desk and awoke to find myself yet again in the spare room. I was obviously disturbed by this, I was at this point petrified. I stared at the chest with images of Jay running through my head. I remembered how he looked, how he acted and cursed myself for bring this thing into my house. I tried time and time again to get away from it but in the end became so enraged I heaved it against a wall. It broke open, spilling most of its contents across the floor. I turned to leave before stepping on a single sheet of paper that, in scribbled, huge text surrounded by what I presume was blood, “HE COMES”.
My Name is Franklin, Pt. 5
Jay turned to me and said “its all in here everything is in here man. I know how to stay safe but what if there’s more? That’s why I asked you over” I asked him what he meant but he didn’t answer, he just opened the trunk and started rummaging through the papers in there. Before he found whatever he was looking for there was a crash from outside. Jay leapt up and ran over to the computers and poured over the displays for what must have been at least 30 minutes. At thos point I decided I was leaving, I planned on calling the police or something and make sure Jay got some help. I inched out of the room and quickly left. I looked back at the bedroom window and realised he had boarded up the windows. It didn’t register as something particularly odd until half way home I realised they were boarded up from the inside.
And that was the very last time I ever saw Jay. They never did find him. At first I thought he’d just ran off. The state he was in at the time I figured hell he would probably do anything. Course I know much better now.
A couple weeks after he disappeared his landlord called me up. I was surprised at first because, though Jay and I were close, we were never that close. The guy explained that I was the first person who picked up and he’d just been going through Jay’s address book. He told me he was throwing all of Jay’s stuff out and if I wanted to come and grab any of it I was free to.
And that’s how it got to me. I don’t know why I did it but I did. Gina was at work and my kids were at school so I just put it in the living room and stared at it for a while. Again I’m not sure why, I still didn’t understand the significance of what the chest held, but the last thing Jay had every tried to do was show me something from inside it. I knew it had something to do with his disappearance and I knew I was scared of it.
It sounds silly, but I mean it. This chest was the single scariest thing I had ever seen. It was a simple enough chest, wooden, the size of a bedside cabinet with a hatch on the top to open it, but for reasons I just couldn’t understand I was powerless to open it.
And that was the very last time I ever saw Jay. They never did find him. At first I thought he’d just ran off. The state he was in at the time I figured hell he would probably do anything. Course I know much better now.
A couple weeks after he disappeared his landlord called me up. I was surprised at first because, though Jay and I were close, we were never that close. The guy explained that I was the first person who picked up and he’d just been going through Jay’s address book. He told me he was throwing all of Jay’s stuff out and if I wanted to come and grab any of it I was free to.
And that’s how it got to me. I don’t know why I did it but I did. Gina was at work and my kids were at school so I just put it in the living room and stared at it for a while. Again I’m not sure why, I still didn’t understand the significance of what the chest held, but the last thing Jay had every tried to do was show me something from inside it. I knew it had something to do with his disappearance and I knew I was scared of it.
It sounds silly, but I mean it. This chest was the single scariest thing I had ever seen. It was a simple enough chest, wooden, the size of a bedside cabinet with a hatch on the top to open it, but for reasons I just couldn’t understand I was powerless to open it.
My Name is Franklin, Pt. 4
Looking back I really should have picked up on some of the things going on. He a set of floodlights set up and a whole bunch of security cameras. At the time I was more preoccupied with making sure he was ok but now it is so obvious. I suppose that’s more to do with what I know now that I didn’t then.
Jay came to the door and rushed me inside. He was almost unrecognisable, he had lost a lot of weight, his hair was unkempt and he smelled like sweat. For someone like Jay who prided his hygiene this was more than a little weird, but if Jay looked off, his house was something else. The wallpaper had been stripped in places, replaced with news paper clippings and notes, the carpets were gone leaving loud squeaky floorboards and worst at the time, there was no light at all.
Jay led me upstairs to the only source of light in the whole damn house, his room. He had several computer monitors set up to the cameras outside, looked like he had a bunch of them out back too. He started ranting again, I was scared to be honest, Jay was a great friend of mine and here he was living in shit and ranting incoherently. He reached down under his bed and pulled out the chest. My heart nearly stopped and I felt something completely unique. Its an odd feeling to describe, almost like trying to remember a dream. It was like I knew exactly why Jay was like this, what drove him to it and what we had to do, and then it was gone.
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Shorter updates, but they should come around quicker now.
Jay came to the door and rushed me inside. He was almost unrecognisable, he had lost a lot of weight, his hair was unkempt and he smelled like sweat. For someone like Jay who prided his hygiene this was more than a little weird, but if Jay looked off, his house was something else. The wallpaper had been stripped in places, replaced with news paper clippings and notes, the carpets were gone leaving loud squeaky floorboards and worst at the time, there was no light at all.
Jay led me upstairs to the only source of light in the whole damn house, his room. He had several computer monitors set up to the cameras outside, looked like he had a bunch of them out back too. He started ranting again, I was scared to be honest, Jay was a great friend of mine and here he was living in shit and ranting incoherently. He reached down under his bed and pulled out the chest. My heart nearly stopped and I felt something completely unique. Its an odd feeling to describe, almost like trying to remember a dream. It was like I knew exactly why Jay was like this, what drove him to it and what we had to do, and then it was gone.
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Shorter updates, but they should come around quicker now.
My Name is Franklin, Pt. 3
It wasn’t marked in any way, simply left here. It was fairly big but light. Jay was just staring at it, I can see him now, just stood there, looking at this thing. I think he knew, or at least, on some primal level, he knew this was a mistake.
Never the less we opened it. Within the trunk was simply a collection of papers, newspaper clippings, tapes, files and folders full of more papers. We didn’t read anything, though looking back, if we had we probably would have continued just as we did, as we heard a noise. Now depending on who you are, you may consider two hardened explorers hearing a noise and fleeing as either pathetic or completely understandable. To the former I ask you to read over what I have wrote already and consider what you would have done, given a chance to flee from that place.
I think I am justified in blaming most of what happened on Jay. I was half way across the floor when he stopped and asked me to help him with the trunk. I do not know why I listened to him or why I helped him. At the time I suppose I still just thought it was a kind of joke. Maybe the company just named their files these names as a security measure, alas, within a couple minutes, the trunk was in the car and we were driving home, laughing as we went. I often wonder why we laughed now. I think we were just both pretending we weren’t terrified or something. I don’t know. My memory of what happened after is a bit scattered.
What I do know is Jay dropped me off and took the trunk with him. I didn’t hear much from Jay for a while after that. A couple of months later Jay calls me up one night frantic. Asking me questions that didn’t make sense, going off on rambling tangents that I couldn’t make sense of. I got him to calm down a bit, then he demanded I came over. I hadn’t seen Jay like that before. It takes a certain kind of attitude to do the kind of exploration he did and this just wasn’t expected. Needless to say I drove over as soon as I could
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I LIVE AGAIN
Never the less we opened it. Within the trunk was simply a collection of papers, newspaper clippings, tapes, files and folders full of more papers. We didn’t read anything, though looking back, if we had we probably would have continued just as we did, as we heard a noise. Now depending on who you are, you may consider two hardened explorers hearing a noise and fleeing as either pathetic or completely understandable. To the former I ask you to read over what I have wrote already and consider what you would have done, given a chance to flee from that place.
I think I am justified in blaming most of what happened on Jay. I was half way across the floor when he stopped and asked me to help him with the trunk. I do not know why I listened to him or why I helped him. At the time I suppose I still just thought it was a kind of joke. Maybe the company just named their files these names as a security measure, alas, within a couple minutes, the trunk was in the car and we were driving home, laughing as we went. I often wonder why we laughed now. I think we were just both pretending we weren’t terrified or something. I don’t know. My memory of what happened after is a bit scattered.
What I do know is Jay dropped me off and took the trunk with him. I didn’t hear much from Jay for a while after that. A couple of months later Jay calls me up one night frantic. Asking me questions that didn’t make sense, going off on rambling tangents that I couldn’t make sense of. I got him to calm down a bit, then he demanded I came over. I hadn’t seen Jay like that before. It takes a certain kind of attitude to do the kind of exploration he did and this just wasn’t expected. Needless to say I drove over as soon as I could
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I LIVE AGAIN
My name is Franklin updates
I am still writting it, just taking a break to play video games and jerk off alot write more newsy stuff. I'll throw up some of the newer stuff I've done eventually, Untill then enjoy the stream of badly written nonsense!
My name is Franklin Page 2
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
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;
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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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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
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
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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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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Will report in again soon
A
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FROM: BIGFOOT-184@####.com
TO: KRAKEN@####.com
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.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.
Will report in again soon
A
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ALLITERATIONISTS ADDITION: Good lord Blogspot's text editor is a mare.
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