A Response/Happy Happy Joy Joy

Okay. I asked ZeroSage if there was a possibility of TDF (I like that acronym!) not existing in certain countries. He said:


"@Chloe - it's my belief that the monster is the internet's issue more than anywhere else. I'd assume that less developed countries are 'safer' if there is such a place."


....well. That means I am. So. Screwed.  Why? Simple.  

TAIWANESE PEOPLE ARE ON THE WEB 24/7.  Not even kidding.  And I live surrounded by about...3 different forests.

I'm so, so screwed.

Well, assuming He chooses to come after me.

Wait a second, do I even believe in him? Ugh. I hate my brain right now. Well, nothing to worry about until He does. So I'm going to go frolick. Bai.

...I use the word "well" a lot. Something to improve.

Also. MY BLOG POSTS ARE GETTING, LIKE, SUPER SRS. AND THIS IS ONLY DAY 3. NOT COOL.

So now I'm going to rant about Sound Horizon.

Sound Horizon is a "fantasy band" where their leader, Revo, composes the music and picks singers for each CD that they do. Each singer usually does specific characters for the CD, which tells a story along a linear timeline. Each CD is usually based on a certain culture, and that is obvious in the musical and lingual influences.

Now for fangirling time.

OMGSH THE NEW CD MARCHEN IS AMAZING. IT'S IN GERMANY AND IT'S JUST LIKE FFFF BECAUSE IT'S BASED ON FAIRYTALES, FRIGGIN FAIRYTALES MAN. WHICH IS SUPER AMAZING BECAUSE I LOVE THOSE AND THE MUSIC AND IT'S JUST UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHH I LOVE IT SO.

Okay. Rant done.

NOW MY BLOG ISN'T SERIOUS YAAAAY.

Wait, is that a good thing?

Reading material

Every blog, every comment I read, I being to believe in Him a little more.

Is this just a game, to try and make people like me believe? Or are these people actually suffering? I don't know what to think.

I need to stop posting so much in one day

Argh.

I just...

Dang it.

I think I might believe this whole thing now.

Does that mean I'm not safe?

Then again, I believed in it a couple of months ago...October, actually. And then crap happened, but...I've gotten over it since then and now...I think I believe in Him again.

My head hurts.

Multiple /Constructs/?

Alright. So I'm way behind the game, I know that much. And I've been reading Zero's blog. Hope he's okay...

Normally, I try not to do any judging about the slenderblogs until I've read all of any given blog, but Zero's is different. I mean...the others have made me slightly paranoid, but I read something that he...reblogged, I supposed, from someone else.

I took the liberty of glancing over Scared's newest entry.  Apparently Jack is of the belief that there are two /constructs/.  Alright, this corroborates with Richard(Sane)'s belief that there is one for each nation. 

Whoa, whoa, WHOAH. Okay. 


So. One slendy for EVERY COUNTRY IN THE WORLD? Seriously? I mean...that would explain a lot, but...still. Most of the Slenderblogs start and stay in the states. Everyone else I know who read slenderblogs told me "No, Chloe, don't be starting your own and talking about the other blogs! You'll get His attention!"


Come on, guys. The most urban-legend-y things in this country are that 1) if you buy brand new red underwear and kill yourself in it, you can come back as a ghost and haunt whoever the crap you want and 2) my school has rats, roaches and spiders living in it. (Roaches and spiders? Sure, they're freaking everywhere. Didn't believe the rat thing until I saw one. It came after me. I don't like rats anymore.)


So, while the theory that they are multiple Slendys makes sense, the idea of me getting chased/affected/stalked by one is highly, highly, HIGHLY unlikely. I mean...come on. Taiwan? Really? THERE IS NOTHING HERE. Well...except anime. BUT OTHERWISE, NOTHING. I'm like...one of five people on the island who knows about this guy, so...despite any paranoia I might have, I think I'll be okay. 


edit: Apparently Zero's okay alive existing still. Okay. But gosh darn it, now he's on a retribution kick. Hoooo boy.

Bad Dream (1/?)

Well, this is my blog, right? Duh. That means I get to post anything I want, and I find it's therapeutic to post about my dreams. My nightmares, rather. So here's one that I had a while ago.

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 I woke up one day, and I was really excited, but I didn't know why until my dad burst into my room with a big grin, saying "It's red string day!" and reminded me that today was the day where the rules of gravity and the like didn't apply because today was the day that I and everyone else in the world were to follow their now visible red strings and find their true love.

 So I packed my backpack, said goodbye, and followed my string. Whenever I had to cross a body of water, it would be frozen thick enough for me to walk across. So I follow it for a few hours, occasionally running into people I know. I finally manage to get the the end of mine--or at least I thought it was the end.

 My red string had been taken and woven through a few trees to form a spider web shape, and in the middle of it sat this gorgeous man, the other end tied to his wrist. He jumped down from it, and the web collapsed into a pile of string which quickly shrank. Then I started walking forwards, towards him.

 We sat and talked for a while, just getting to know each other. He was wonderful, and I was definitely falling for him. Then he asked me "Do you trust me?" I said yes, of course.  My red string led to him---I should've been able to, right?

 I was wrong. Very wrong.

 He took some of the string, since it'd somehow become slack again, and before I could react, wrapped it around my neck. Then he started squeezing, and I couldn't breathe. I was begging him to stop, but he just wouldn't, just squeezing tighter and tighter before loosening it, letting me breathe.

 Then I noticed he'd somehow tied me to a tree with the string, and slipped the string off of his wrist. He pulled out a knife, and started cutting at me. As he was cutting, he was mumbling happily about his Dad or something and my red string was turning black. And then he ate my arms and my legs, then bit out my throat and let me bleed to death.

 And while I was bleeding, I looked up into the trees above us and saw the person my string really led to, dead.

 And then I died.

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Thank you, brain. Thank you. 

Yikes, Slendy. Yikes.

Yanno, you can't be afraid of something unless you let yourself be scared of it. I think that's why I can read all these slenderblogs just fine.

Okay, that was kind of sudden. Let me explain.

I'm the kinda  girl who, when I find or rediscover something interesting, I binge on it. Sometimes it lasts, sometimes it doesn't. Well, a long while ago, I found about Slendy, then Cnadlejack* then Zlago** and was freaked out so bad by the latter that I backed off everything. Came back today--so not scared. Whoo~!

But I think I'm not scared cuz I give the monsters nicknames.
And I regularly have nightmares worse than any slenderbloggers.

HOW'S THAT. OHHHHH.

wait a sec that's not something to be happy about. = ^ =

*Mis-spelled out of my paranoia. What can I say? He freaked me out as a kid. Those eyes...ugh.
** You can never be too careful!

Introduction

Okay. So I should write a bit about myself, yeah?

Uh...call me Chloe. Or Your Royal Highness, haha. Naw, Chloe's fine.

I'm 16 and I live in Asia. Have for the past..10 years, wow. I follow a few Slenderblogs occasionally, so the facet that I live in Asia is very, very nice: THIS STUFF DOESN'T COME TO ASIA. HAHAHAHAHA.

Ahem. Sorry.

Buuuut I'm moving to Europe--Scandinavia, actually, which might have this sort of thing. But I doubt it.
I hope not.

Anyways, I like anime, cosplay, and all that stuff. But I also like drawing (non-anime), dancing, and drawing. Learning guitar too, whoo~! Did I mention drawing?

So...this is just gonna be me writing about random crap, showcasing stuff, aaaand...yeah.

Wish me luck!

Signing off,

Chloe