I'd love to tell you all about where I'm headed, but I'm afraid that a certain busybody is making that quite difficult. I can tell you however, that I am planning on verifying the latest video - one way or another. There is a name I'd like to share with you.
"Timothy Kirby"
Also unlikely but possibly named "Timothy Mayfield-Kirby" or "Timothy & Kirby Mayfield".
Let me tell you that I have a number of theories as to the nature of these videos. The videos seem to have been definitely made by man, but the circumstances under which this happened seem to be rather extraordinary. Children and invalids kidnapped, possibly. Government sponsored? Who knows. I fear I was, before my memory loss, involved in this project. Something strange there, though. Something not entirely scientific.
And that's why I'm going where I'm going, rather than heading straight for the ninth video.
At this moment, Dr. Samuel Tyler is of no importance to any of us. Contacting him would be a waste of time.
Johnathan "boardmoderator" Smith seems to be a bit of a troublemaker. Keep an eye on him.
I'll update after I get where I'm going. Then, off to the next video we shall go.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Video 8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYhhVC-5ugg
Not sure what exactly to think of it. Placed upon the doorstep. Seems like I could be set up. Watching it, the feelings I got didn't... feel like they used to. I suppose these people are as familiar as the others, but I'm not sure how much of that is me simply wanting them to be familiar.
I have some more leads to follow. I hope my trusty helpers will be willing to help me out when I decide to deal with those. Information will be posted tomorrow.
For now, I will continue to examine this video - comparing it to the others.
Not sure what exactly to think of it. Placed upon the doorstep. Seems like I could be set up. Watching it, the feelings I got didn't... feel like they used to. I suppose these people are as familiar as the others, but I'm not sure how much of that is me simply wanting them to be familiar.
I have some more leads to follow. I hope my trusty helpers will be willing to help me out when I decide to deal with those. Information will be posted tomorrow.
For now, I will continue to examine this video - comparing it to the others.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Memories (what little we retain)
"I remember the day you first walked into my office: the lanky, blonde boy with not a single iota of personal history. You were friendly, shy, and there seemed to be an infinite amount of knowing and sadness in your eyes. Whatever horrible things had happened to you before your memory loss seemed to have stayed, latched on in some way. You weren't haunted by any specific thing. Instead, you found yourself victim to a large number of vague and terrifying feelings. Your inability to figure out what these things were only worsened your condition.
"I was very afraid for you.
"Over the course of five years, my worries have slowly evaporated into pride. You've made friends, become employed, and proven that you are a strong person of tremendous character. The flaws you have only serve to emphasize your best characteristics. You are heading for California now, and I find myself like the proud father watching as his son packs to leave home. My sadness over you leaving is only quelled by the satisfaction that you are doing something with your life. You may never find what you have lost, but I know you will build something new - something grand.
Your friend,
B. Grigorev"
I keep this letter with me at all times. It means a lot to me. I know that with the things I do, it is sometimes difficult for people to relate to me. Whatever destiny these videos hold for me, I am a person.
Please, if you know anything and you're for some reason not interested in playing the game, hand over the information anyway. I want so little, and I feel like I'm so close to it at times that I can hardly fail to grasp it.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
An excerpt: six names
- Steven Pearsall - Lewistown
- John B. Reamer - Helena
- Alexander Wright - Lyons
- Benjamin Cannon - Omaha
- Robert Pillsen-Rahier - Colorado Springs
- Daniel Edmonds, Jr. - Salem
I've been busy at work with these names. I think I've drawn a basic connection between five of them, but I have a problem. Perhaps you all could help?
I do not know what to do about Alexander Wright. He is the most elusive of these individuals. I am having difficulty finding information out about him. Perhaps you could step in? Draw a concrete connection between him and the others?
Once this is done, the eighth video may very well just be a handful of hours away. I warn you, though - some of the information in the list I found in the book is outdated. He may no longer be living anywhere named "Lyons".
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Finding Seven
He lived in Arcadia district alone. A tiny little house upon a hill. He's the one who inspired this little trip.
The thing with the Wyoming Incident is that, once you moved away from the pissant boards and started your own digging, you could find a whole bunch of stuff. I found a man with two things: a video and a book.
I've already shared the video with you. The book will come soon. Very soon.
He told me he'd fallen asleep on his living room couch once. He woke up in the middle of the night. Around 3:30 or so. Noticed some headlights in his driveway. Very unusual. No real friends or family in the area. Lots of farmland. Figured someone was lost or having car troubles.
Got the gun he kept at home anyway.
They stayed in the car. Four silhouettes. No sound, no light inside the car. After about half an hour, they drove off. In all that time, he'd never even once considered calling the police. Strange occurrence.
Around a month later, he again fell asleep on the couch. Upon waking up this time, there were no headlights in his driveway. Instead, he saw two eyes peering in at him. He was paralyzed with fear. It was a child. Finally working up the courage to get up and near the door, he saw that there were two more behind the first.
He sank back a little.
They rang the doorbell. He answered the door. They wanted to know if he had a video. He knew what they wanted. He told them they weren't welcome, and he shut the door. That's all he'd need to do.
That night, he dreamed of a shop his father used to take him to in Missouri. A little hardware store that he'd wander around in whenever he was unfortunate enough to be dragged there. A man approached him and took his hand. He led him down into the basement.
And that's when he saw the children. Lined up, tied up, and with absolutely horrified looks frozen on their faces. The man sat him across from them. He walked over to his captives. He took out a gun. He shot each child in the back of the head. There was surprisingly little blood.
And when he was done, all of their eyes were empty. It was like something from within them had been emptied.
And that's when he woke up.
He spent so long trying to find someone who would understand these videos and what they can potentially do to those who watch them. He found me.
I've taken his video. And now I've even got a little book as a nice bonus.
The videos aren't meant for him.
They were always meant for me.
You know this, and you'll keep playing anyway.
The thing with the Wyoming Incident is that, once you moved away from the pissant boards and started your own digging, you could find a whole bunch of stuff. I found a man with two things: a video and a book.
I've already shared the video with you. The book will come soon. Very soon.
He told me he'd fallen asleep on his living room couch once. He woke up in the middle of the night. Around 3:30 or so. Noticed some headlights in his driveway. Very unusual. No real friends or family in the area. Lots of farmland. Figured someone was lost or having car troubles.
Got the gun he kept at home anyway.
They stayed in the car. Four silhouettes. No sound, no light inside the car. After about half an hour, they drove off. In all that time, he'd never even once considered calling the police. Strange occurrence.
Around a month later, he again fell asleep on the couch. Upon waking up this time, there were no headlights in his driveway. Instead, he saw two eyes peering in at him. He was paralyzed with fear. It was a child. Finally working up the courage to get up and near the door, he saw that there were two more behind the first.
He sank back a little.
They rang the doorbell. He answered the door. They wanted to know if he had a video. He knew what they wanted. He told them they weren't welcome, and he shut the door. That's all he'd need to do.
That night, he dreamed of a shop his father used to take him to in Missouri. A little hardware store that he'd wander around in whenever he was unfortunate enough to be dragged there. A man approached him and took his hand. He led him down into the basement.
And that's when he saw the children. Lined up, tied up, and with absolutely horrified looks frozen on their faces. The man sat him across from them. He walked over to his captives. He took out a gun. He shot each child in the back of the head. There was surprisingly little blood.
And when he was done, all of their eyes were empty. It was like something from within them had been emptied.
And that's when he woke up.
He spent so long trying to find someone who would understand these videos and what they can potentially do to those who watch them. He found me.
I've taken his video. And now I've even got a little book as a nice bonus.
The videos aren't meant for him.
They were always meant for me.
You know this, and you'll keep playing anyway.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Hear My Words
Closer, now. You will find this blog, I'm sure. They'll think it's such a smart idea to show it to you, but I know all you want to do is play the game.
It's fun, isn't it?
You help me out, and I'll let you be a part. Don't deny it - there is something to the Wyoming Incident that will always drive you back to it. Something you can't articulate. Something in the videos. Something in your mind. Something in mankind's heart.
So don't blame yourself for not helping them. It's only natural to want to play.
And it never has to end. We'll keep playing and watching until our eyes and arms will bleed, and we'll laugh like children in the dark.
Not long before I get the video. The 20th, they tell me. They tell me I'll have it by the 20th.
And if I need help to get the other videos, will you help me?
I have so much to teach you.
You don't even know half the rules of this game you play.
It's fun, isn't it?
You help me out, and I'll let you be a part. Don't deny it - there is something to the Wyoming Incident that will always drive you back to it. Something you can't articulate. Something in the videos. Something in your mind. Something in mankind's heart.
So don't blame yourself for not helping them. It's only natural to want to play.
And it never has to end. We'll keep playing and watching until our eyes and arms will bleed, and we'll laugh like children in the dark.
Not long before I get the video. The 20th, they tell me. They tell me I'll have it by the 20th.
And if I need help to get the other videos, will you help me?
I have so much to teach you.
You don't even know half the rules of this game you play.
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