Sunday, July 28, 2013

Clearing up Confusion

I know. You are confused. Some of you have know I have been back for a little while now. Ol' Doc Marsh knew the longest. So let me formally introduce myself to this new generation of Prey. I am Morningstar. Proxy since early March, 2011. I am native of the good old United States of America, specifically North Carolina. Mom and Dad moved there before I was born. My parents were very evil people. Extremely cruel, and if I do say so myself, quite insane. The evidence is in my birth name. Luke Cyphre. You get it? I got it. Mommy and Daddy were convinced I was the Goddamn Anti-Christ. From the moment I was born. Ta da. Self-Fulfilling Prophecy, if you ask me. Of course, it wasn't just them. The neighbors turned a blind eye to the numerous ATROCITIES in our household. Quite typical of people if you ask me. Maybe they assumed someone else would call. Probably they just didn't think it was their problem. Hmm. Everyone is like that you know. Deep down. Sure, you have one or two "Heroes" in the world. That do give a crap. Sometimes. Once in a Blue Moon. Deep down though, you are all the same. I have seen it, I have felt it. I have the scars to prove it... Hehehehe. 

So imagine this going on for years. Well over a decade. I don't know why they didn't just drown me in a bathtub or something. They fed me enough to get by. Watered me. In hindsight it was weird, very inconsistent. But that's people right? Random, violent with random spurts of kindness, utterly unpredictable. Had a brother too. But he's dead now, and we won't be discussing him ever. Part of me wonders now, if Mom and Dad made Him just to hurt me more. Cause then I saw first hand how Parents should treat a kid. Because, in their insanity, they didn't think he was the anti-christ. So I made my first kill when I was 16. My second kill and third kill was Mommy and Daddy, back in February of 2011. Amateur work though. I had no idea what I was doing. It felt good though, you have NO IDEA. Just with every STAB and CUT AND TEAR, all the years of FEAR and ANGER, SO MUCH ANGER Just came FLOWING OUT IN A TORRENT OF RED. But you know what? They deserved SO MUCH WORSE. So you know what I did? I ate them. I ate every last bloody chunk from both. I was sick for WEEKS, but I read that some people thought that by devouring a person, you devour their soul. They would do it for loved ones, but Me? I would eat them, eat their soul and they would SUFFER for eternity in my gullet. And I would take all their hate and all their MADNESS and turn it against EVERYONE ELSE. Because deeps down, you are all the same. 

So shortly before that, I got a letter. Never found out from who. It linked me to a video. It was put on Youtube mere minutes before I watched it, and it was gone just after I finished. Do you want to guess what was in it? Father. My true father. Slender Man. "Dumah." Hehehehe. So I did as he instructed. I made my blog and SURE ENOUGH. The Proxies heard me and I was saved. I became one of them, I became a tool to be wielded by Father to strike down humans everywhere. I was placed in... Let's call it a class, with a bunch of would be Proxies. We were being taught by a proxy known, at that point, as Gauntlet. That was a stupid name. It was so boring. So Generic. It lacked that special something. So I called Gauntlet, Nightscream. And I learned the art of killing like a pro. Experience is of course the best teacher. Met a lot of fun people back in the day. Would have liked to kill them. 

One notable case involved me being shipped off to fucking CANADA of all places. Was told to ruin the life of some bitch named Mitch. Killed her whole fucking family and burned her little farm to the ground. This becomes important later. So anyway, I also met a runner whose name is... Probably well known. A dumbass bitch named Elaine... Although who is the bigger dumbass, the dumbass or the person who followed her. I did something stupid. I did something so stupid. And I paid the price. Went completely insane. Howling at the moon, not bathing, eating raw meat and wandering around like a lost, rabid dog. But the final punishment for my stupidity... Well. Guess who found me. Good Old Mishy. Michelle, Mitch, Michelle, Michelle, Shelly, Shell... So she had me put back together so she could get revenge, and I fell off a large factory into a fire. And I burned, and I burned until there was nothing left but charred meat and blackened bones. That was the first time I died.

Weird stuff happened after that. See, I became kind of iconic, it seems, within the Proxy Organization. Redlight even liked me, and so did... The Attendants. To get "Morningstar" back, the Organization handed the title down to some Psycho Cult Town Kid. He botched it up within a month or two. Then the Second Redlight, good old Spencer, gave it a try. See, Original Redlight had this ability to sort of uh... Register people into his Network. Gave him bodies to hop into if need be. Original Flavor Redlight met me in person once, and because he was a tricky, sneaky, son of a bitch, he registered me without me even knowing. So when I died, my memories and personality were still in his Network. So, when Spencer got the reins, it was a simple matter to take a Hallowed, and shove my memories and personality into that empty husk. I hear he did this a couple times, actually. The First couple Beta Morningstars were still going through my dumbass stage, where I followed Elaine. So they were... Unreliable. Eventually Big Red got one that worked. 

Let me make this clear. I have no fucking clue what he did. I don't have HIS memories. HE wasn't ME. He was some Hallowed with Fake Memories. Which leads to my... Current state. See. The Attendants or rather, one of them, wanted their own Morningstar. So here I am. As for the other guy, one of the Attendants ensured he didn't survive a little... Lesson in humility given to the Organization as a whole. I hear good old Dr. Fracture has been leading the remnants. Good on him. Good luck to him too. See. I don't work for the Organization. I work for Father and his Attendants. His Angels. The Organization is a bit too self serving for my tastes and... Honestly... Their actions against Screamer pissed me right the fuck off. Hehe.

SO. TL;DR I am BACK to kill EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU AND ENJOY EVERY SECOND OF YOUR PROLONGED, TORTUROUS DEATHS! It's going to be SO Amazingly fun. Ladies and Gentlemen, boy and girls. Lock your doors, bolt your windows, hide under your beds and in your closets. Cling tight to your warm fluffy covers, because I am coming for you all. Nothing and no one is going to stop me, you cannot run and you cannot hide. All you can do is fight in vain, against someone FAR beyond human. My friends... 

You are all going to Die. 


  1. You call ME a cockroach, but at least if I got stamped I would stay dead.

    And the first thing you do upon returning to this mortal coil is make another blog? Has doing this just robbed us all of common sense?

    1. Konaa, buddy. You need to get out more. I have already killed off an entire Blog's worth of runners, beat the bejesus out of another Blog's worth. AND am opposing the inevitable return of Big Red and Gruesome himself. I have been a busy little cockroach. And what have you been doing Hero-Boy? Aside from, you know, allowing me and Father to keep on killing people.

    2. That taunt used to be pretty effective on me. But people die in this world a damn lot. And I know I can't stop even half of those deaths. It's hard to feel guilty when you've been tortured for a month and a half straight, anyway.

      More importantly, you're anti-Redlight now? My goodness, are these STANDARDS I'm detecting?

    3. OH HO HO. Konaa I am SURPRISED at you! You've grown up! So that makes you what now, since you clearly aren't Batman anymore... Um... The Punisher? No. No there... Yet. Hehehehe.

      FUCK Redlight. FUCK HIM.

    4. I'm agreeing with a proxy two times in one day. Somewhere, hell is freezing over.

    5. Konaa agrees with me. Twice. I need to rethink my opinion. And maybe get my head checked for CRIPPLING BRAIN DAMAGE.

    6. Alright, be straight with me for once. Is it still Spencer, or do we have a new hoodie on the case.

    7. Yeah, fuck Redlight. We all have.

      If Morningstar were any more straight with people, you could throw his comments and they would come back to you.

    8. It's... Complicated Konaa. Very Complicated. This much is simple. He pissed off Father BADLY. So now he is Desperate and trying to do something VERY, VERY BAD.

    9. What is this very very bad thing?

    10. None of your damn business.

    11. Fuck you Star, I'll make it my goddamn business if you're going to beat up Annalee and Daniel for it.

    12. Actually I was GOING to kill them, but then things happened.

  2. Oh FUCK FUCK FUCK. As soon as I become a runner and I'm thinking, 'good job I missed Morningstar and Redlight that that lot' and THEN I find out you're both BACK? AT LIKE THE EXACT SAME FUCKING TIME??? FUCK THAT!!!

    1. Are you new to this?

      I'm gonna give you a hot tip, never show your fear. They know you're afraid, don't encourage them.

      Convincing yourself that you're doomed is a little counterproductive. It will guarantee that you are correct. Show a little fang'll find you live longer.

    2. Give it up Gramps. These Young'uns don't listen to us old veterans anymore. Besides, times change. People evolve. Your little survival system is outdated.

    3. Since the end of March. I'm trying to learn as fast as possible, I swear.


    4. Learn faster than that.

      I'd offer a handshake, but I think we might be separated by a distance immeasurable by human calculation.

      Above all, don't believe half the shit this motherfucker spouts. He's basically our Joker, he'll say anything that gets a rise out of people and he has a complicated relationship with the truth.

      But don't we all.

    5. Man I've missed this. People who actually KNOW me. It's amazing really, but Konaa? You are probably the SINGLE Most Dangerous Runner alive to me right now. Congratulations. Shows you how low the bar has been set.

    6. I really should, and I apologise for that. There have been some fairly horrible complications I don't care to go over.

      I'd accept a handshake, but you are correct about the distance.

      He tries to convince me he's a joke of some sort. I never know what to think, but as long as he doesn't turn up near me, I suppose it isn't my concern.

    7. 'Course, it's very possible he's a nice guy in person. One way to find out...

    8. Just don't invite him to a wedding.

      Remember that, Morningstar? Good times.

    9. Why don't you go ahead and do that? You're far less at risk than I, no team killing he says.

      Unless it's Redlight.

    10. Good Times indeed. Need to be more thorough next time. Work on my Accent and Disguises. Oh. And Bring a Gun. That would be wise of me.

    11. No runners are getting married these days, that's like partying in No Man's Land.

    12. Partying in No-Man's land seems like a fucken hilarious idea, though. Certainly lead to some good pictures

    13. ...I know of two. Two couples that COULD get married.

      And now I think I should PROBABLY warn them...

  3. Well. Child abuse, murder, cannibalism, mysterious youtube links, an extremely large amount of explosions, death, fake resurrection,real resurrection, and a lot of bible references (looks like we've got that in common).

    I guess there's only one thing to say.


  4. "He's climbin in your windows. He's snatchin your people up...Hide your kids, hide your wife..."

    Sorry, I couldn't resist.

    Jeeze. I still remember reading about you shoving Michelle's little brother into a...wheat sifter, wasn't it?

    1. I have one as well:

      You better watch out
      You better not cry
      'Cause neither will help
      I'm telling you why
      Morningstar is comin' to town

      He's got a blade,
      He sharpened it twice;
      Gonna kill you, be naughty or nice.
      Morningstar is comin' to town

      He sees you when you're sleeping
      He knows when you're awake
      He knows where you are, bad or good
      So just run for goodness' sake

    2. Bravo. Nice lyrics twist.

      Oh, and Sanna? Running does you no good. FIRST you have to knock them unconscious. Then stick 'em in the Path or something.

      Wait, you can't do that. You're not a Proxy.

      Guess my approach won't work for you. So...just run.

    3. You'll never see that song in the same light ever again...

      And now to ruin this song:

      He don't care who you are
      Where you're from
      What you did
      'Cause he's gonna gut you
      Time to run
      He don't care what you did
      'Cause he's gonna stick you

    4. ...I have no clue what song this is supposed to be.

    5. It was Backstreet Boys - As Long As You Love Me. *cringe*

      Is this the real life?
      Is this just fantasy?
      Will he really kill Redlight?
      Make our dreams a reality?

      I could do this all day.

    6. ...Who're the Backstreet Boys?

    7. Whhhaaa...? You've never heard of them? Do you have ANY older siblings??? A nineties boy band.

    8. I'm an only child, Sanna. I have no adults living with me at the moment either...

      Wait..I may have heard about them through that old comic. Foxtrot, I think it was called.

    9. Morning was a star
      Jammin' good with good ole Slendy
      And the spiders from Mars

      And seriously Sanna, the Backstreet boys reference means I have far less respect for you. No offence, I'm just alergic to boybands of that ilk.

    10. Nope, don't know that reference either.

    11. David Bowie. Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. I'd recommend it, it's a pretty good song. I reckon it's in a league with his more famous stuff, like Space Oddity or Starman.

    12. Hey, I'm not a Backstreet Boys fan, I'm as allergic as you are. One Direction can also go to hell, except Zayn Malik because he's cute. I mean he could just not make music.

      But I am a Ke$ha fan. Full blown Ke$ha fan. Not just tangential. Absolute. I'll go hide in a corner now. I also like Oasis. What the fuck, if it sounds catchy I'll listen to it, credibility can kiss my ass.

      Whenever he's feeling empty
      Whenever he's feeling insecure
      Whenever from fear, you're frozen
      Unable to fake it anymore
      His shadow is always with us
      His shadow will always keep us small
      So frightened that he will kill us
      He tears down a wall

      Oh no, he knows where to hide in the dark
      Oh no, we've nowhere to hide in the dark
      aaaaahhhhr, aaaahrr, ahhhr, aaahhhr.

    13. Yeah, can't argue with that. Especially the comment on Malik, I'm Underqualified on so many levels (about 2).
      Shall have to look into James, never met an alt-rock band I didn't like. Later though. The old grey whistle test is on.

    14. Hey, Oasis isn't bad.

      Wonderwall much?


    15. Oh God, what sort of madness did I start?

      I had no idea that song lyrics could turn into THIS.

    16. I love Wonderwall. Never gets old. And Lyla. And Cast No Shadow is beautiful. And Live Forever. The Importance Of Being Idle was always catchy as fuck. And can't forget Champagne Supernova. Don't Look Back In Anger was always one to sing in the car.

    17. Not to mention 'Don't look back in Anger'. Not my usual stuff. But not bad.

      And I forgot music last time.

      On the match with the boys, you think you're all alone
      With the pain that the others loathe
      In a car with a girl, promise me she's not your world
      Cause Morning, you're a star

      Not terribly related but fuck it.

    18. Kaiser Chiefs, Green Day, The Killers, Coldplay (BEFORE their Viva la Vida shit)? Am I making any more friends?

      Not to ignore Ke$ha:

      He eats us up
      Breakfast and lunch
      Then when he's thirsty
      He drinks our blood
      Carnivore animal
      He is a cannibal

      Best thing: the song is called Cannibal and I didn't even change many of the lyrics.

    19. I think you took my comment too seriously. I was joking, I don't think less of you, even a modest musical GOD such as myself occasionally listens to 'common' stuff (such as Amon Amarth. Damn good heavy metal, but not the kind of music one would describe as 'classy'

      And now, to cement my status as into obscure music;

      'Vaudevillain' by Ghostfire

      I've caught you all alone, I think I hear you moan
      I want to take you for my own
      It's not a nice surprise, I see it in your eyes
      I think I chill you to the bone
      There's something in the night, it hides a strange delight
      It offers words which tempt and twist
      The watch fires burning bright, you're only faking fright
      And yet you're helpless in its grip

      Worth noting I didn't really change the lyrics at all there.

    20. We need more RAP here. These are unadulterated Hollywood Undead lyrics from their song Been To Hell.

      (Been to hell!)
      I can show you the devil!
      (Down you fell!)
      Can't hold yourself together
      (Soul to sell!)
      Down here you live forever
      Welcome to a world where dreams become nightmares!


      In the belly of the beast, I'm a wolf amongst the sheep
      At the bottom of the hill, but at the top of the street
      Above the boulevard schoolyard, victim of deceit
      And you're running hard, but this wolf is always at your feet
      Yeah you've seen it all before, but the wolf's outside your door
      And you're old enough to run, you ain't hiding anymore
      Another victim of the star-spangled banner of the street
      Now you're in the world of the wolves
      And we welcome all you sheep

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    22. Less rap, more music from the '90s, says I (hopefully with fewer mistakes this time!).

      Patti Smith, Horses, Unchanged lyrics from a twisted song.
      The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
      From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
      Another boy was sliding up the hallway
      He merged perfectly with the hallway,
      He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway

      The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
      but the movie kept moving as planned
      The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
      He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
      The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
      started crashing his head against the locker,
      started crashing his head against the locker,
      started laughing hysterically

      When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
      horses, horses, horses, horses
      coming in in all directions
      white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
      He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
      Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
      Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
      Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
      And you twist the twister like your baby sister
      I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
      Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
      Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
      Got to lose control and then you take control,
      Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
      Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
      Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi

      Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin
      Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,
      Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?”
      Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
      Taped to his chest there's the answer,
      You got pen knives and jack knives and
      Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
      Then he cries, then he screams, saying
      Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
      And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
      Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
      And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi

    23. Now this is a story all about how

      My life got flipped turned upside down

      And I'd like to take a minute just right thar

      I'll tell you how I became the fool of a proxy named Veigar.


    24. Kinda harsh. Veigar's a damn fine proxy, and a hell of a nice guy. Just because you two don't get along doesn't mean you get carte blanche. Have some fucking respect.

      And music. I'll admit I'm starting to run low on stuff that'd be appropriate.
      Vernian Process; The Exile. Hopefully I can avoid pasting half the damn song this time. Once again unadulterated.

      The ancient depths changed my mind
      Haunted by dreams of my former life
      (no queen)
      I lurk in dark waters, in silence I wait
      Wait for the moment that will seal your fate

    25. I'm not calling him a fool.

      I'm calling myself his fool. He seems to love calling me that.

      Trust me, I respect him. Goes weeks without sleep just to do his job of writing a file by hand, then typing it.


    26. Awww JP you're nobody's fool, we love you!

    27. Damnit! I could barely hold these feels before! And now they're overflowing!

      Thanks a lot Sanna >:(

      But no seriously thanks. Things have gotten better since I started blogging and met people like you.

      Main definition of better: I don't have to stay in that fucking room anymore.


    28. Right. Sorry 'bout that; knee-jerk reaction, wasn't warranted. I wouldn't say you're a fool; just a regular runner sharing a body with a leading proxy. Not a terribly good comparison

    29. I don't really consider myself a runner.

      Like Kelevra said, I'm essentially neutral. I support and advise runners, but I laugh my as off at the grotesque things the worst proxies do.

      Plus I'm on my own little island. Once we get back to the safe houses in America no one will ever find me if I'm in control. They're hidden from the world and only Slendy and the group knows where they are.

      I'm an outsider watching a game of chess pass by, never interrupting physically. Only commenting on a move both sides make.


    30. Fair enough. Dunno why I was thinking of you as a runner, but oh well. Speaking of safehouses and staying safe, are you safe where you are? My eye's acting up, and that usually happens when there's trouble in the air.

    31. I'm at Med's again. Veigar collapsed from exhaustion after he pathed and I took control. He was on his last legs before the Twitch thing. Another example of his non existant sleeping habits.

      I know to respect the dead and all but holy fuck, you have no idea how amazing it is to not have him in the corner of the room constantly staring at me constantly. I feel like I can actually do stuff and not feel watched 24/7.


    32. Right. Give us a warning before you head back, 'cause there're a couple plans in the works and timing could be important. Best of luck.

    33. And having a conversation like this on Morningstar's blog is, exactly?

    34. Well, I sincerely hope they're smart enough to stop.

      Cause seriously, adding you to the situation is like putting a bomb in an oil drilling platform.

      EVERYONE gets burned.

    35. To be honest, I trust him not to kill a fellow proxy when there're runners about. Probably not smart, but he said he don't teamkill and i'm fairly sure he'll be busy with Redlight. Speaking of which, where is redlight? Like, on a geographic level.

    36. Where? Nowhere. Geographically NOWHERE. If I pulled out a globe of the earth, he would not be on it. Not ANYWHERE. Not a single square inch.

      Yet at the same time, he is EVERYFREAKINGWHERE. Especially among us Proxies. Really. If you see any Proxies wearing weird amounts of Red, or that have taken to wearing Red Rings, necklaces or just anything... Kill them. Kill them DEAD.

    37. Thanks for the heads up. I'll keep my eyes open. Shit, is there anything else that could go wrong? Like, the world spontaneously becoming magnetised or some such shit?
      Roll on Winter.

  5. You still have a choice, you know. You always will


    1. It's Tilde. I don't put the stupid symbol for my health.


  6. You know, you're the extreme I fear Picasso is going to become. Philosophy wise. Not the flesh eating skeleton part.

    Welcome back Dr. Courpsestar... I pray to Father his will be done...

    May he be merciful.... God help us.