Runners and Proxies

The prejudices surrounding the two terms are many. To me, they're simply laughable. To be a Runner, you're supposed to be bright shiny and fight the good fight. To be unfailing in your quest for the truth and the betterment of mankind, blah blah blah. To be a Proxy, you need to be the root of all evil, and having mastered your laugh and torture techniques are definitely a plus. I'd like to go ahead and say, just these two generalizations are complete bullshit. Believing in these rules of thumb for dealing with the Slenderverse will get your ass killed, if not worse. What would be worse? Having to work for an abomination you hate, having your friends and loved ones stalked and destroyed from the inside out, having to watch as you inadvertently cause the deaths of the innocent. Fun, huh? I hate to dredge up bad memories, but what about Zero? What about Andromeda? What about Morningstar, and Messi, and countless others? These people on both sides of the 'good' fight completely fly in the face of every rule that we're supposed to follow, and to be honest, they don't really give a fuck.


Where am I going with this? I don't really know, to be honest. Being in the Grey Area and having taken a break from everything involved have given me the ability to realize... we're just beating a dead fucking horse. Everyone just wants to keep living, and hopefully with the least amount of pain (for themselves) that they can manage. The people that work for Slendy don't want to die, so they make a deal or get trapped by the threat of people that could die if they crossed him. In the case of some, well... they enjoy it. All the more power to 'em, we're all going to die anyway.The people running? Well, their reasons are kinda obvious. Fighters and Gatherers break the mold a little because they at the least aren't boring. They do something besides the normal, boring (and fatal) routine that we all wind up locked into. My advice to anyone who even knows who the Slenderman is, let alone is stalked by him or works for him, stop fucking around and try to live your life.


I don't really care what you call yourself, or what you do. That's your own business. But for fuck's sake, why are we running around like chickens with our heads cut off? We're scared and worried, and normally lonely and paranoid. That's normal, I'm not saying that we should be robots and ignore the tentacled freak. That probably isn't going to be possible, our instincts tell us to either bash something in the head with a club or run away crying like a little one. Fight or flight, kinda hard to beat, yeah? But really, the paranoia and the bullshit we put ourselves and each other through is just destructive at best! "I don't like the way you made your shield" or "I don't like your aura" or "What are we going to do? Oh nooooooo, wah!" Or, on a flipside, just grinding through the stalking and the threatening and whatever the hell else he assigns you. If you don't die first, every one of you is going to wind up jaded, uninspired, and possibly suicidal.


Maybe you'll wind up shagging like bunnies while you wait for something to kill you, and then you don't pay enough attention to do anything about it. Be creative! Fuck, get together the people you share a common ground with and make a fortress, don't be the friggin' lone wolf. That shit'll get old real damn quick. If you're killing someone, make it a masterpiece. Point and shoot, or wait and cry, it's not worth it. Get some hope, fall in love, spill some blood, cause some nightmares, but god, mix it up a little for your own sake. I'm not going to bore you by making a huge list of the prejudices, but shit, break 'em. They aren't worth a shit, they're getting you killed, and to be a bitch about it, you're selling yourself out if you think you're limited to the rules that the dead or the foolish set down for you. Great job if they keep you alive, but if they don't, chuck 'em out the fucking window. Giant repetitive rant to the side, seriously, I'd prefer it if my friends weren't miserable or dead. Pull your heads out of your asses and do something to change the status quo, for fuck's sake.


Signing off for now, your friend(?) Dia.