Wow

I must be pretty awesome if Omega is following me *shot*

Nah, I don't have that much of an ego.

Anyway, I'm here to let you know that I am alive.

And, you know, welcome Omega to the blog like a nice person.

And to tell Gabe to GO AWAY while I have the time. Slender is not a drug. it is a long story you don't need to read, and I swear I am going to figure out how to block you ><

Uh, pretty sure that's all.

I Guess I should Explain

The Blog wipe.

I had over 100 pages of BULL. 100+ Posts of me being an angsty bitch and me complaining about nothing. And what was left was the what, like ten about me running? And I was just frustrated, and I needed to take it out on something. So, deleting all of my posts seemed like a nice vent source at the time. No, I don't know why, but it's over and done now, is it not?

That being said, I realize it's unfair for new followers like Echo to understand what the fuck is going on here. So this post is just going to be a sum up of what the hell happened here.

For starters, my blog is heavily intertwined with my best friend's: Chronicle of a Tale Foretold. I consider her to be my sister, if there's any confusion there.

The blog stared in October of last year. Up until February, it was just my normal life.  Blah blah blah girl angst from a kid with diagnosed depression. On occasion I'd mention a dream I had, the Slender Man, and any theories I had/Several theories that were stupid.  And I did have my Slender Man story for Zero on here a while. I may or may not re-post it, depending upon if I ever got it back from my old computer.

Anyway, I started commenting on Slender Blogs. Trying to be nice, offer up comfort, a theory. In general, I was trying to be a good person. This was back when I thought words made any ounce of difference. I was slow to learn they don't, but it seems like you matter when you're not involved.

So, I started talking with Slender Bloggers/Other fans. I went by KIki at first, before saying "screw it" and going ahead and using my real name. The Knightess thing you'll see attached sometimes is a nickname I got from Slice that I liked and I just stuck with it. My blog became more popular than I EVER thought it would be. Blah blah blah, emotional attachments, calling out the Slender bloggers, other stuff. I met Darby Shelton(Pax Exitium Sequitur), started talking with him. He was the first person I talked too off grid.

I got some blog comments I blew way out of proportion. It was stupid. I was looking into something and there was literally nothing to find. So I'm sorry about that, everyone who thought I was going somewhere with those. I was dumb, and wrong. No biggie.

Anyway, my first ANYTHING that really connected me to the mythos was when Darby found a proxy note with my name on it (See Here: Link ). I was kind of freaked out, but I convinced myself it was nothing, and tried to move on. I tried to just let things go, and watch as my good friends on the blogs all got hurt or killed or went insane, who hates who, yadda yadda. On top of watching family and friends have problems.
 

So, then February comes rolling on in. I start seeing a person hanging around my house. Every time I would try to show my dad, she'd just up and disappear. Than she showed up in my room. I apparently disappeared sometime around the 15th. When I came to, I was alone with my Proxy, I somehow hallucinate stabbing her in the eye and knocking her out(Last time I saw her her eye was fine and my memory has gone straight down the crapper for anything anymore. I can just give the basic gist now). And I got out. Proxy kept following me, hacking my blog, all that fun stuff. I found a safe spot, and Vindicta* paid me a visit. That ended alright. I got caught again a while later, Lucien from Into the Truth saved me. I stayed with his sister, Kay, for a few days, before I ran away from there. After that, I just kept running. I found a safehouse one night, when Vindicta showed up once again. She had the crap beaten out of here, but she was acting more like herself than a proxy when she came too. We didn't leave for too long, Slendy was showing up way to often. So, in a stupid, vain post I typed up that I was gonna commit suicide via Slendy. I pretty much though that's what I was doing, but I was hoping to lead him away from Vera.

I got out without a scratch. I failed. Vera is still hallowed.


*Vera, Vindicta and V are all the same person. Vindicta is just here when she is hallowed. V/Ver is when she's being normal. She's the author of Chronicle. I don't really know what happened to her. I tried to keep her out of this, and she wouldn't listen, so here I am.



And everything with Darby ended badly. Obviously. Yes, that freakout a few days ago will more than likely be deleted soon.


I'm pretty sure that's all that matters.

I really need to give a proper update

I'm not sure if 'I'm alive' qualifies enough. I've been running, Nebbie has reared her ugly head a few times. And Slendy has shown.

I'm getting over my weird typing quirks. Still no voice though, although at this point if I could talk I wouldn't anyway because talking to oneself makes oneself appear insane.

Which, you know, is a very likely possibility.

I'm... I'm okay, all thinks considered. I somehow haven't cracked yet, which is a plus.

No news from Vindicta or Vera. I haven't heard from Adrian since before my blog wipe. And... Well, you all know the rest.

You all know where to find me. If you need me off grid, email: xnoameix@hotmail.com

I'm alive.

I'm back.

It's a long story. HE was there, and so close, and Ver was asleep and I just thought maybe I could get HIM away from her.

It CLEARLY didn't work. I failed. Sorry Ver.

So, Vindicta's back.

That last post... I wasn't sure I was coming back. Running -at- the faceless suit is generally considered stupid, right?

So... I'm here. Ready and waiting for all verbal abuse while I question why I'm still alive.

Whatever.