Well shit, has it already been over 100 days? Hm, well I guess I could also say "Wait, its only been 100 days since my last post?". Never thought I would find myself saying something like that, especially during the events of the previous year, not that time is an important as a factor as it used to be. From here on out its only really a matter of when.
Not that I care all too much about anything on this blog except for why I keep it, but for formalities sake I should clarify that I am still alive. This of course is not without some consequences as per usual. Regardless, I apologize to the one poor schmuck out there who was betting on my death.
That aside, I am safe and secure...for the moment, even though I 'm sure being connected to the outside world is now adding risk to my current well being. However, I now know for certain that the answer I am looking for is somewhere in those first 366 days. Most people would just stay offline and continue re-hashing what had happened away on a simple word document, I on the other hand need the connection. At this point I need every resource I have left available to me despite the dangers involved. That and...I did make a promise to do this blog for others, and I don't go back on my word so, for those special few, here you go. Though don't expect me to be wholehearted about it.
Now, for reasons that should be obvious to some of you, for my own safety I cannot simply write down all that has happened here in the past 100 or so days, or what there is to come. So now my efforts on this blog will shift mainly towards the first year. however if anything of significance comes up, I am sure I can make that exception, in order to be able to uphold my promise, as well as what's left of my sanity.
That's all for now, lets see how long I can ride this thing out.
Oh. Right. One last thing.
Mr. November?
I'm coming for your head you sick son of a bitch, and that's a fucking promise.
-Keeper.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Days 3-9: Resources
Looking back, if I had chance to change how I did things in the past year, it would have definitely been the following week. I made so many careless mistakes that, armed with the knowledge I have now, a lot of things could have been avoided. But... it doesn't help to dwell on such matters now, its all apart of the game, and everyone pays the price.
In the following week I did the last thing you would ever want to do in this game, and that is to succumb to the paranoia. At work, I refused to look at any of the safety mirrors, and eventually avoided looking in any reflective surfaces at all, just so I didn't have to have a split second glance of him. I started triple checking my locks at night, making sure the blinds were always down as well. After spending a solid twenty minutes on the line calming down the parents whose son pretty much told them he had a stalker after him, I was able to even get my parents to be wary of any suspicious activities.
I thought back to what this "Brainy" had said to me in her first email to me, "use my resources". So I thought to myself; "Fine, she wants to play that way? Then I'll show her and who ever she is working with my 'resources'." So the following morning on the ninth day, I took my case to the police. This is when I met Kristov for the first time.
In the following week I did the last thing you would ever want to do in this game, and that is to succumb to the paranoia. At work, I refused to look at any of the safety mirrors, and eventually avoided looking in any reflective surfaces at all, just so I didn't have to have a split second glance of him. I started triple checking my locks at night, making sure the blinds were always down as well. After spending a solid twenty minutes on the line calming down the parents whose son pretty much told them he had a stalker after him, I was able to even get my parents to be wary of any suspicious activities.
I thought back to what this "Brainy" had said to me in her first email to me, "use my resources". So I thought to myself; "Fine, she wants to play that way? Then I'll show her and who ever she is working with my 'resources'." So the following morning on the ninth day, I took my case to the police. This is when I met Kristov for the first time.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Day 377 - Club 1234
Just an update of my whereabouts in Montreal:
I found out two things about the last club I had written in my notes.
Anyways sarcasm aside, I did find out a few key factors of what I had been up to in the past week. First off, I am not sure how I was even allowed admittance into this club as it seemed they only let the most attractive people in Montreal enter. It was also very crowded, but sure enough after some time I bumped into a few people I apparently had become acquainted with.
It was hard to piece out much from all of the commotion, but from what I understood, I was looking for a particular person. Of course my first thought was The Baron, but my hopes were quickly let down when I learned I was looking for a Chester - something. He was some kind of go-between of The Baron's. By the end of the night I was able to figure out the following:
The Baron had apparently been so shaken up by Day 366 that he felt not only the need to flee all the way to Montreal, but to create a buffer for himself in the form of a go-between. This go-between I had to find at one of the bars in Montreal in order to get to The Baron. So... basically a wild goose chase. Great
-KoS
I found out two things about the last club I had written in my notes.
- It used to be a Funeral Parlor.
- It is always chalk full of the most attractive people I have ever seen.
It just seems so suiting for some reason.
Anyways sarcasm aside, I did find out a few key factors of what I had been up to in the past week. First off, I am not sure how I was even allowed admittance into this club as it seemed they only let the most attractive people in Montreal enter. It was also very crowded, but sure enough after some time I bumped into a few people I apparently had become acquainted with.
It was hard to piece out much from all of the commotion, but from what I understood, I was looking for a particular person. Of course my first thought was The Baron, but my hopes were quickly let down when I learned I was looking for a Chester - something. He was some kind of go-between of The Baron's. By the end of the night I was able to figure out the following:
The Baron had apparently been so shaken up by Day 366 that he felt not only the need to flee all the way to Montreal, but to create a buffer for himself in the form of a go-between. This go-between I had to find at one of the bars in Montreal in order to get to The Baron. So... basically a wild goose chase. Great
-KoS
Monday, December 12, 2011
Day 2 - Brainy
After something like that, well frankly I needed sleep again, and sleep is what I got. Or tried to at least. The following morning I decided "The hell with it" and shot off a text to my crazy stalker essentially asking what she (she "sounds" like a she to me) wants, and what she was going on about. The response I got was...not what I was expecting. The message went as follows:
It was...oddly comforting to say the least, but it put me slightly at ease seeing this tone of voice from my creepy stalker person.
Needless to say, I didn't look at the mirrors that day.
Im sorry hun, but I can't tell you any specific details by means of email for my own security =(. But ill tell you what, if you ever feel like you are overwhelmed, or that you really do want to find out more about what is going on, you just contact this number (-removed-), and ill come get in touch with you, alright? :) Have a nice day,
-Brainy~
It was...oddly comforting to say the least, but it put me slightly at ease seeing this tone of voice from my creepy stalker person.
Needless to say, I didn't look at the mirrors that day.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Day 376 - Zero1
Today I found myself on the twelfth floor of a hotel on Montreal called "Zero1", the room number being 01 on the first floor. Zero 1201 marked my door, or otherwise 0 12/01. The thing is that I can't even tell if it was a sick joke of my own or by someone else, because the room was already paid for. This past week is only coming back to me in bits and pieces.
I had quickly assessed my surroundings and found that my camera was near by, so I took this photo:
My notes didn't tell me much, outside of the fact that I have been here in Montreal for little under a week now. I apparently have been waiting for The Baron to get in contact with me. Either that or I have been trying to find him, I am not sure which. It looks like I certainly didn't waste the opportunity of being in Montreal however, as there are a list of phone numbers, clubs, and bars that I had been to in the last few days. The last one on the list being "Club 1234" I guess that is a good place to start once I gather myself up. I might find out something about what I have been up to. It looks like I have some time on my hands, so I shall upload a few more posts as to what has already happened as well.
I had quickly assessed my surroundings and found that my camera was near by, so I took this photo:
It certainly had looked like I had been there for a while. I had old clothes on the floor, closets were open, old coffee sitting in the pot, and I looked worse for wear. Not only did I ache but it looked like I hadn't bothered to change when ever I had gotten to the hotel. When I got up to look at myself in the mirror, it looked like I had been a bar fight or two. Upon looking out the window to see where I was, it really wouldn't surprise me:
As noted, after looking up the hotel, I had soon found out I was in Montreal. Confused beyond anything, I quickly consulted my notes. From what I was able to piece out, I had finally gotten in touch with The Baron after all that had happened on Day 366. For some reason however, he needed to go into hiding somewhere a bit further than his den, aka going to Montreal. So a few days later I had made my way to Montreal and checked into the hotel, so either him or I had to have paid for it. My thoughts are on The Baron however, since it was a pretty expensive looking hotel:
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| The Lobby of Zero1 |
-KoS
Monday, December 5, 2011
Day 369/370
Finally, finally, a freaking line of contact, took you long enough Baron.
I'll keep this short since I don't have much time during the day to do this as it is, and I still need to focus on the past as well as the present.
I will be meeting with him soon in a dislocated spot to try and figure out this mess and what happened on day 366. I am starting to have my suspicions just remembering all the way back to the beginning to be able to write these posts. So hopefully The Baron will be able to clear a few things up for me since I am at a complete loss as to why everything turned onto its head in the course of a few hours.
-KoS
I'll keep this short since I don't have much time during the day to do this as it is, and I still need to focus on the past as well as the present.
I will be meeting with him soon in a dislocated spot to try and figure out this mess and what happened on day 366. I am starting to have my suspicions just remembering all the way back to the beginning to be able to write these posts. So hopefully The Baron will be able to clear a few things up for me since I am at a complete loss as to why everything turned onto its head in the course of a few hours.
-KoS
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Day 1 - 8760 Hours Remain. (Part 4)
Anyways, with that out of the way, one could imagine why going into work on this particular day was awkward. Of course what made it worse, was the fact that on that particular day, it was the end of my life as I knew it... as well as the day I started seeing him. It started of with just the feeling of paranoia and feeling like something was off, or even that someone was watching.
I soon was proven wrong however, and that it wasn't my imagination. I was working in a manufacturing plant for engine parts, so it wasn't really noticeable at first with all the people and machinery, but after time I started seeing it. In that building, it is necessary to have convex mirrors at intersections of walkways so that one can see the whole area around that spot.
After a while of working there you started having the habit of just automatically looking at the mirrors as you walked past them. That is when I started seeing him, some tall government looking man with a suit on. Of course I never saw him when I looked down. Now, this struck me as odd, as I don't remember there being any buzz about Govt. figures coming in to look at a project proposal, and no one dresses that nicely during work, not even the plant manager.
This kept happening throughout the day, and with everything else that had happened, it was a little unnerving. I asked my Lead Edge about it, one of my bosses so to speak, and he hadn't the faintest clue to what I was talking about. No one had seen a tall guy with a suit walking around the plant. He then quickly assessed and told me to get more sleep at night since I looked like I was lacking it, and that it was making me loopy.
On the way home, I was quick to realize how foolish I had been being recently. I have had something similar like this happen to me before when I was younger and didn't get much sleep. I would start imagining things as well as sleepwalking in which I would do things that I would not remember. I would be surprised to learn what I did from my parents the following morning. I was glad I was able to come to this rationale and was going to get a good long nights sleep, that is, before I checked my email. There was another one from this "Brainy" and it simply said this:
"So, have you started seeing him yet?"
I soon was proven wrong however, and that it wasn't my imagination. I was working in a manufacturing plant for engine parts, so it wasn't really noticeable at first with all the people and machinery, but after time I started seeing it. In that building, it is necessary to have convex mirrors at intersections of walkways so that one can see the whole area around that spot.
After a while of working there you started having the habit of just automatically looking at the mirrors as you walked past them. That is when I started seeing him, some tall government looking man with a suit on. Of course I never saw him when I looked down. Now, this struck me as odd, as I don't remember there being any buzz about Govt. figures coming in to look at a project proposal, and no one dresses that nicely during work, not even the plant manager.
This kept happening throughout the day, and with everything else that had happened, it was a little unnerving. I asked my Lead Edge about it, one of my bosses so to speak, and he hadn't the faintest clue to what I was talking about. No one had seen a tall guy with a suit walking around the plant. He then quickly assessed and told me to get more sleep at night since I looked like I was lacking it, and that it was making me loopy.
On the way home, I was quick to realize how foolish I had been being recently. I have had something similar like this happen to me before when I was younger and didn't get much sleep. I would start imagining things as well as sleepwalking in which I would do things that I would not remember. I would be surprised to learn what I did from my parents the following morning. I was glad I was able to come to this rationale and was going to get a good long nights sleep, that is, before I checked my email. There was another one from this "Brainy" and it simply said this:
"So, have you started seeing him yet?"
Day 1 - 8760 Hours Remain. (Part 3)
However once again, I figured it wouldn't hurt to at least try and figure out some more details about what on earth was going on. So I opened up my email to try and think of what the hell I would send. However to my surprise I already had a message in my inbox from that exact email address. If I wasn't freaked out before I sure was now. The message is as follows:
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From: justabrainyone@gmail.com
To: xxxxxx
Subject: Dawn of the First Day: 8760 Hours (minus what ever time it is that you read this) remains.
Why Hello! Wake up from that Blood Buzz sleepy head! Hmm, now I am sure you think i'm some creepy stalker or psychopath! =0 You have every right to think so too in your situation =3.
I didn't expect you to go and try to get a hold of me right away anyways, that message was more or less a way to get you on your computer and at least think about your email, so that you could see this! ^__^
All I can tell you now is for your sake you should contact me as soon as you can, you have a whole year to do so, but frankly you really don't want to wait that long, beliiiiiive me!
I have been watching you for a while now, keeping tabs on you, but don't worry, think of me more as your guardian angel! =3 Anyways, I know the situation you are in, so I will graciously give you a hint, which I normally don't do by the way!~
Use your resources, find out what is going on, and figure a way to get out of it. There is information everywhere past and present, you just have to know where to look.
That is all for now =3 I will keep in touch, and I suggest you do the same! =D Have a tolerable day,
~Brainy.
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I promptly decided to take a shower and go back to bed before work. I didn't want to deal with that shit.
Oh! Right, you know what sucks? Finding out that in the shower that what ever that shit was on my arm was that I thought was ink, actually has some kind of reaction when warm water is applied to it! Yeah, it fucking hurt. Not only that, but after the fact I wasn't able to get the crap off my arm, so it was like insta-fucking-tattoo! Who ever developed that crap could make some money I swear. Fortunately it doesn't last forever, but that's something for later on.
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