Sick

Don't you hate it when you get sick just as the weekend starts?

So, yeah, I've been basically coughing up phlegm all day. Fun.

Weirdness

So this weird thing happened today. I may use it for my Fearblog, I'm not sure.

On my way home, I pass by this very large hedge. And today, as I was passing it by, I heard the voice of a little kid from behind the hedge. Soft, quiet, but it sounded kind of strange, too. And the kid was saying this nonsense line I remember from when I was in elementary school. He was saying it in this sing-song tone:

"One bright day, in the middle of the night, two dead boy's began to fight. Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other. A deaf policemen heard the noise, and came to save the two dead boys. If you don't believe me, well it's true, ask the blind man, he saw it all too."

It was the way he said it. I don't know. It was just...strange. I could almost believe that this kid was the Cold Boy - certainly, he could play the Cold Boy in any vlogs we did. However, I didn't try to look over the hedge or catch a glimpse of him, because I was in a hurry to get back to my apartment.

Still: strange. And true.

Birdpocalypse

Why are all these birds trying to crap on me now? Seriously, I just dodged like two more attempts at pooping on me.

Still struggling with writer's block, but it's getting better. Writing anything is better than writing nothing. Even if it is crap.

On hold

I'm afraid the dreaded disease known as writer's block has hit me again. You know the hard part? Staring at a blank word document, your fingers at the keys, waiting for some idea, some inspiration, something. I mean, I would start typing and then immediately backpedal, delete delete delete, that part sucks, come on, and then I would try again. And it would be the same damn thing.

Crappity crap crap.

What You Fear

I keep on forgetting to put this list up, but I finally did it. So, here is our list of Fears and their descriptions. I'm kind of crappy at writing the individual descriptions, so take each one with a grain of salt.

You don't know a thing about them.

The Slender Man
Began life as an image on the Something Awful forums here.
You know him. Tall, thin, no face. Works with proxies sometimes. Represents our fear of strangers and the unknown.


The Archangel
The Archangel is our fear of what comes after death. He doesn't really have a physical body. His arc symbol is the Twin Triangles.

The Black Dog

Fear of omens and of being found. It looks like...a big dog. Have to think on this one some more.

The Blind Man

Our fear of getting older and forgetting. Looks like an old man, wanders libraries, and will take away your memories of childhood if he writes your name in his book. Is that scary? Or should he be scarier? He has potential, I think.

The Choir

Our fear of what others think about us. Can manipulate words and sounds. Also: can send out a pretty devastating brown note.

The Cold Boy
Little kid who appears to be made of ice. Represents our fear of the cold and of being cold. Targets those who are cut-off. Likes to sing nursery rhymes.

The Convocation

Our fear of birds and of being taken. Pretty Hitchcockian. I have to find some way of making them scarier.

The Dying Man

Our fear of dying. A body-snatcher. He jumps from body to body, chemically wrecking the body he's in until he has full control, then killing it to jump to another body. Probably needs to be scarier as well.

EAT
Represents our fear of drowning, literally, and drowning in our obsessions. Looks like water, can replace all the water in your body and take you over and turn you into something similar to a proxy called a Camper.

The Eye

Our fear of judgment. A giant floating eyeball. Kind of freaky.

The Empty City

Our fear of being lost. A living city that continually changes and shifts. Doors will appear out of nowhere and when people enter them, they go to the City and wander it until they die. Yeah, sounds cool, doesn't it?

The Manufactured Newborn

No idea yet. Name sounds awesome though.

The Nightlanders

Shadow people. Our fear of the unseen, of the things in the dark. They like to rearrange stuff, make things orderly. Kind of weak as an abomination, I know, but hey. Sometimes you work with what you are given.

The Plague Doctor
Our fear of disease and corruption. Wears a plague doctor mask and costume. Can cause not only disease, but mental disorders as well, usually hypochondria.

The Quiet

Our fear of nothing. Literal nothingness. Kind of a gamebreaker, actually, I don't think it will ever appear or else the world goes bye-bye.

The Rake

Began life as a creepypasta.

Our fear of brutality and viciousness. Per the creepypasta, the Rake is a creature with black eyes and sharp claws that whispers to you in your sleep, but will viciously kill you when you are awake.

The Wooden Girl
Our fear of puppets and of being a puppet. She's basically a giant wooden doll wrapped in strings, but she can make her strings manifest within people's bodies and control them.

Crap

Literally. A bird pooped on me today. It rained bird crap on me.

Luckily, it was on my way home from work or otherwise I would have had to walk around all day with bird crap on my shirt.

Not cool, birds! Not cool!

I should have a Fear character list ready sometime next week, by the way. I know I should have done it earlier, but, well, writer's block. I know, I know, excuses, excuses...

The Fear of Paranoia

Can you be afraid of being paranoid? Or is that just being paranoid about being afraid? Man, I'm tired. I'm spouting zen-like nonsense.

I think I've been watching too many scary movies and reading too many Slenderblogs. It's all been for research about how to make my blogs scarier, but last night I totally thought I saw the Slender Man outside my apartment. It turned out to be a tall guy in a suit. He wasn't even bald.

Maybe I can work that into Gumshod? The Tall Man. Different from the Slender Man, not a proxy, a servant to something else? Or maybe an independent agent? Ooh, tell me more, well of ideas!

Off to the land of nod!

Group Shot

Massive props to one of our Fearbloggers, Lizard Bite a.k.a. Seann, for this awesome picture.

From left to right: the Convocation, the Plague Doctor, the Archangel, the Empty City, the Choir, the Rake, EAT, the Slender Man, the Cold Boy, the Nightlanders, and the Wooden Girl.

The Music of the Fears

Why do I write more when I listen to the music of Homestuck? I don't know. I guess that will be a mystery for the ages.

Anyway: Gumshod is coming along nicely and the others - DJay, LizardBite, CuteWithoutThe, AllanAssuidity, The Visitor - all have their own blogs that are going on. I recommend you read them all!

First post!

Here we go. Can you feel the excitement? Can you taste it? It's going to be legen - wait for it - dary! Legendary!

Take that, writer's block!