So, I have answered the first two questions that would inevitably result from starting this journal;
1. Who are you?
Now, we come to the third question;
A few months ago, I received a phone call from Winston. He was frantic and kept yammering on about stone insects and other such nonsense. I had to calm him down before he explained what had excited him so;
“We are not alone.”
He told me of how he had been on that dreadful website, 4chan (no doubt attempting to sate his more…unsavoury tastes in pornography), when he stumbled across references to an entity called “The Slender Man”, whose description was remarkably similar to that of the Tree Walker. Well, you can imagine how quickly and easily he found you all. Reading one of your blogs is like picking up the first breadcrumb in a trail through the forest and it wasn’t long before he was deep in the woods again. All he was missing was a cowardly lion.
He gave me the name of a few, telling me that they would inevitably lead me to the rest. Marble Hornets, of course. Just Another Fool. EverymanHYBRID. Seeking Truth. Tribe Twelve. Dreams in Darkness. The Tutorial. He was right, by the way. I did find you. Those blogs are like gateway drugs to a veritable orgy of madness and death.
For a few months, I simply watched. I’d done my best to push the Tree Walker out of my mind. I’d failed too, of course; it’s hard to forget the reason that you can’t walk. But, as I watched and read, I must admit, I let myself get attached and helping you all survive seemed increasingly imperative. Not that I thought then, nor do I think now, that I’ll be much help. Obviously, I haven’t done a great job of getting away unscathed myself. But, on the off chance that I could help, on the mere possibility that I could prolong someone’s life, I became involved.
But that still doesn’t answer the question, does it? I could have offered advice without starting a blog. Which brings me to the purpose of this blog.
This blog is a protracted confession; a catalogue of my sins, errors and regrets. It will serve as an account of all that I have lost and all that I have left behind. I will lead you to the truth, though I would rather you not follow me there, because I am afraid, not of what you will find, but what I will. But what I want doesn’t matter here. Not anymore. The truth is less than what they deserve, but it’s the best that I can do.