Whoop-de-freakin'-doo!

That's nice to wake up to I guess.
A few people actually read this thing. So that's something.

It amazes me how quick to judge people can be, but then again I guess I forget sometimes that some of these blogs are just meant to be stories.

Well the news flash is that I don't give a crap what people I don't know think of me.
I'm so incredibly sorry that my life is too 'generic' for you mate. Really I am!
...Sorry I can't shit rainbows out of my backside into The Faceless Face's Face...

The fact is, non of this could ever be 'realistic' because it's just not. I remember a post that Shaun (from Risk Death) did in which he found it strange that as soon as people actually see the Bastard they have been reading about for so long, they revet back to calling it "that thing" and such.

I like to think I'm not doing that, as much as I avoid using His common name. (But that's my attempt on not infecting anyone who might accidentally come across this blog).

The reason I'm even writing a blog is so that I can comment and make contact with people who I don't want to see dead.
That's all...
And the reason I'm doing it now, is because I think I saw Him.
Which kind of puts a spin on your pastime of reading blogs that are more of less ABOUT Him.

I'll likely never get a chance to talk to Zeke.
And Zero's long gone.
And...Robert, well who really knows what the fuck happened to him.

Not to mention everyone else who's had to deal with this shit.

Speaking of Robert, there's a guy calling himself 'Bluelight' posting about rebooting core theory and tones of other cryptic stuff.
He's commented on here, says he'll "guide me through this".
I don't know what to make of him... I don't trust him, I'm not THAT stupid. He has to earn that trust.
There was some binary on one of his comments on his blog that translated to "help me" so... yeah.
But I'm not going to write him off just like that. He's not Robert, I'm pretty sure of that.
But It doesn't mean he's not important.

He says he knows things, "the patterns" or whatever. That apparently we don't.
I don't know about you, but I'm not about to ignore that. The worst that can come of me believing he exists is that I look a bit stupid.

And I can deal with that.