Friday, 10 February 2012

Never mind.

I gotta tell people about my story. For no raisin.

I'm a proxy. OOOOOOoooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooOOOOOh!
A scary one.

But I didn't always WANT to be a proxy. My girlfriend was in trouble. So was my brother. And my daughter. And the small child I adopted from Uruguay. Fucking everybody I knew was in some way threatened, directly or indirectly, by Slender Man.

BUT I'M STILL WORKING FOR HIM. For some raisin.

Oh well, survival, etc., lost dreams, moral ambiguity, so on so forth.

As for my powers. You don't want to know about my powers. Even I don't want to know about my powers. Doesn't matter, because I still do, but whatever. I'll probably just drop a shitload of hints here and there. That'll keep people interested.
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30 comments:

  1. whitelight11 February 2012 at 00:21

    oh noooooooooooooooooooooo

    periwinklelight, i, whitelight, hereby dub thee...//Scoundrel//!

    but i still want to hear your DARK and TROUBLED backstory.

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    1. Jack Wolfe11 February 2012 at 00:59

      Dark and Troubled past.

      Prepare for a Freudian Excuse, a Dead Little Sister, and a POSSIBLE Draco in Leather Pants episode.

      Aren't tropes fun?

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  2. Periwinklelight11 February 2012 at 00:30

    I am so sad right now. I am literally sitting naked on my couch, gorging myself of doritos, and crying myself into dehydration.

    Why does everything have to be so bad (and by that I mean morally ambiguous)?

    @whitelight: Duck.

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    1. whitelight11 February 2012 at 00:36

      @whitelight: Duck.
      where?

      oh, i see what you did. you told me about a duck to get my hopes up. you know i love ducks. damn you. damn you to heck.

      by the way,
      mom loved me better.


      and she wasn't even my mom.


      and stop bogarting the doritos.

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    2. Periwinklelight11 February 2012 at 00:41

      ... Duck duck goose.

      Why do you always have to bring up mom? She's not even really my mom. Because we're Time-Brothers.



      That's right, folks. Stay tuned and you'll find out what that means.

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    3. whitelight11 February 2012 at 00:43

      they already know what it means, duh. it means exactly what it says. i mean, what else could "time brothers" possibly mean?

      and you know i hate geese. they can break a man's arm with their beaks, you know.

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    4. Periwinklelight11 February 2012 at 00:46

      Yeah, you're right. Silly of me to under-appraise the knowledge of our readers. I'm certain they already understand the subtle nuances of our plots. They've probably also cracked the code I cleverly hid in my posts.

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    5. whitelight11 February 2012 at 00:51

      silly //Scoundrel//. of course they figured it out. it was easy to count the spaces between the letters and figure out that they corresponded to the beats of beethoven's secret eleventh symphony and then spelled out six of the seven naughty words.

      the readers of blogs are, after all, geniuses.

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    6. Periwinklelight11 February 2012 at 00:56

      Damn, then that means they already know about the codes I've put in all my comments. And the blog title. And my diary.

      ... Oh god I have a problem.

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    7. whitelight11 February 2012 at 00:58

      you are like the riddler. from batman. he was always putting riddles in shit. i mean, not even crimes, just, like, breakfast, he had to have a riddle. it was like crack to him. "just one more," he would say.

      and then batman would punch his lights out.

      what were we talking about?

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    8. Jack Wolfe11 February 2012 at 01:00

      Batman makes everything better. Jester makes everything worse. I mean Joker. Yeeeeeeeeah. I totally meant Joker.

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    9. Periwinklelight11 February 2012 at 01:05

      I like the Penguin more. He's all like: "I'm going to put penguins in EVERYTHING! And umbrellas, for some reason!"

      ... What WERE we talking about?

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    10. whitelight11 February 2012 at 01:09

      i think it was ducks. that's how we got to penguins.

      man, i hate penguins. especially those penguins of madagascar. they were such dicks. and they always looked fancy, too, like they were wearing suits.


      my favorite bat-villain is poison ivy. ooh, green skin.

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    11. Jack Wolfe11 February 2012 at 01:10

      I don't know. Something about ugly ducks, Drugs Are Bad, and Even Evil has Standards.


      Periwinklelight, help me. I can't stop speaking in tropes. It's a terrible, terrible sickness.

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    12. whitelight11 February 2012 at 01:13

      perhaps you need someone with morally ambiguous ducktorate.

      is that shame i feel?

      no.

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    13. Periwinklelight11 February 2012 at 01:24

      @Amy: I can't help you. Because I'm a proxy. With a tortured soul and terrible taste in music. As Nickleback once said:

      "Never made it as a wise man
      I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
      Tired of living like a blind man
      I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
      And this is how you remind me
      This is how you remind me
      Of what I really am
      This is how you remind me
      Of what I really am"

      That is now my theme song.

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    14. Jack Wolfe11 February 2012 at 01:27

      No. You are a boring old journalist, who takes off his glasses and becomes a superhero. Wait. No. That's Clark Kent.

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    15. Periwinklelight11 February 2012 at 01:31

      I think we need another edifying quote:
      "mum-mum-mum-mah
      mum-mum-mum-mah
      mum-mum-mum-mah
      mum-mum-mum-mah

      I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas Plays
      Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it
      Baby stay with me (I love it)
      LoveGame intuition
      Play the cards with Spades to start
      And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart

      Oh o-oh oh oh, o-o-o-o-o-oh
      I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
      (2x)

      Can't read my, can't read my
      No, he can't read my poker face
      (She's got to love nobody)
      (2x)

      Read more: http://artists.letssingit.com/lady-gaga-lyrics-poker-face-1k6np51#ixzz1m42N82md
      LetsSingIt - Your favorite Music Community"

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    16. whitelight11 February 2012 at 01:32

      i'm sorry, periwinklelight, for i am about to bring out the big guns. nickelback won't be able to help me. they are helpless against...

      a simple plan.

      embrace the emo, periwinklelight. give in.

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    17. Jack Wolfe11 February 2012 at 01:33

      .....leaning on the fourth wall. Fantastic.

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    18. Dia Renalda11 February 2012 at 01:37

      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gccjQz0Yugk

      This. Beat this if you can, damn it.

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    19. Periwinklelight11 February 2012 at 01:40

      That song. It makes me want to cut all my blood out of my body, then start stabbing the resulting puddle of blood.

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    20. Dia Renalda11 February 2012 at 01:41

      .....I'll take that as a rampant confession of love.

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    21. whitelight11 February 2012 at 01:59

      help me, //Flighty Broad//. i...i am nearly out of snarky horseshit.

      oh noooooooooooo

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    22. Giles11 February 2012 at 10:48

      Perhaps you should check your Prankster's Gambit.

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  3. Anonymous11 February 2012 at 03:34

    YOU CAN FIGHT THIS PERIWINKLELIGHT! YOU CAN REDEEM YOURSELF JUST AS I HAVE!

    BUT CAN YOU FACE THE **GUILT** OF YOUR PAST!?!?!?!?

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  4. Orangelight11 February 2012 at 06:20

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iv3I9_fo7Is PERIWIINKLEEEEEEEEELIIIIIGHTTTTT!

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  5. Everycolourlight11 February 2012 at 07:55

    Its time for our final battle Periwinklelight.

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  6. Ridley11 February 2012 at 09:22

    Bro nigga, that ain't no damn thing. Forget this shit and go over to the other side, they have raisin bran crunch an' shit. Bro, that's hard. You know how it is. Guilt ain't no fuckin' thing, ain't no DAMN thing! Tomatoes in the fuckin' mirror, bro, just fuckin' look around you, you'll see it. See yourself and weep. Weep with great manly tears of manliness.

    Remember, we're always watching. Stay frosty.

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  7. Ben23 February 2012 at 15:00

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