Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Who Am I?

I'm Jean Valjean!


Seriously though...

Who am I? I've lived two lives. This may be the start of a third.


I was born in Clonmel, Ireland. My name was Raymond Shaughnessy. I grew up in the town of Kilsheelan, a bit down the road. It was a boring town. Once I was old enough, I'd take the bus down to Waterford as much as possible. It was there that I met her.

Ariana Fenty.

I was barely fifteen. She was comfortably fifteen. We met at a céilí in Ballybeg. The lights were low, and as she walked toward me, they seemed to catch her. She looked like she was walking on the bottom of the ocean on a moonlit night. Like a sea goddess.

She asked me to dance with her. We did a slip jig. Afterwards, we went outside in the cold and held hands.

We met up every weekend after that. We had our first kiss while walking down the quays in Waterford. When her family fell on hard times, I dropped out of school and got a job to help them out. I proposed to her on March 13th, 1970. That night, we conceived my daughter, Catherine.

I first saw him on May 17th that year.

I was in Kilsheelan with Ariana, visiting my parents. There's this little hill there, with grotto containing a shrine to the Virgin Mary at the bottom and a little dip at the top, where you can lie down without being seen from the road or the bridge. We were sitting up there having a picnic when I saw what I thought was a businessman in the woods across the river.

I don't need to tell you what happened next.

Stalkings, attacks on myself and on my family, cryptic messages, yadayadayada.

Eventually, I was approached personally by Slate, a Revenant. This is the bit where I have to clear something up. When Redlight made his offer in Robert's blog, Zero commented that not even I had made a deal with the Slender Man. I'm afraid that's not true. Slate told me if I came willingly with him, they'd leave Ariana and Catherine alone. I caved.

We faked my death. No, we didn't. Raymond Shaughnessy did die. And he was buried on November 23rd, 1970.


They dug me out of Raymond's grave that night. They had me rename myself. I decided to make mine a play on words; Raymond Shaughnessy - RaymSha - Réimse - Reach. Then, they knocked me out.

I woke up on the Other Side.

He came.

He brutalised me. He broke every bone in my body, busted every organ, crushed every pain sensor in my body and tossed me into the swamp.

I woke up in the quarry. The Revenant base of operations. I was told what I was and what I could do.


I have inhuman strength.
I have total conscious control over my bodily functions, except for when he's in control, obviously.
I have a healing factor.
I do not age.


I am hypersensitised to everything and must be constantly wrapped up in order to not feel like I have an itch. I can only eat salted crackers and drink hard water.
I am his slave; I constantly feel him telling me to do things, compelling me to do things.

For the first five years, he used me like any normal low-level goon of his, sending me to terrorise individual Runners. Then he promoted me to an assassin, sending me out to kill Runners, and then Conduits. Finally, 10 years ago, he placed the quarry and that which is hidden within it in my care. I cannot tell you it's name or what is within; it will alert him to my whereabouts.

Throughout all this, my humanity was slowly eroded and I became a more and more willing slave.

A few weeks ago, he asked me to start watching the blogs. I got curious and decided to post. Through my discussions with you lot, I was reminded of what it was like to be human, even if I can never be human again.

And now, I'm here. I can't tell you where for obvious reasons. I have myself temporarily shielded from him but it won't be long before he notices. I just wanted to let you all know my story. For posterity. Just in case.

I don't want to be remembered as a villain.

Reach out.

Sunday, November 28, 2010


He's back...kindof.

I cried when I read that post. Like a baby.

I fucking cried. Redlight, whoever the fuck he is, is going to fucking BURN.








Friday, November 26, 2010


Okay, he's gone. I don't know which one of you he's gone to attack personally, but whoever it is, stay safe.

Will wanted to know more about Conduits.

Before Slendershit put me on guard duty here, I was basically an assassin. He's afraid of Conduits, in the same way we'd be afraid of sapient pandas with bazookas. So he'd send out Revenants like me to deal with them, since we're (to make a very long story short) conduit knock-offs with very limited access to his power.

I've killed 34 Conduits in 40 years. Only seven were aware of their powers.

Of the seven, all of them could sense Slenderstuff, like Slendershit himself, Revenants, and other things from the Other Side, but each of them also had a personal ability. Here's the breakdown of what shit they could pull;

1. Glamour (she fucked around with people's perception to make herself appear more beautiful)
2. Pyrokinesis (use the energy to ignite stuff)
3. Functional invisibility (he was even better at fucking with people's perception)
4. Mind control (to a very limited extent, on his wife, the only one I enjoyed killing, let me tell you)
5. Inhuman strength (this descended into a wall-wrecking wrestling match)
6. Electromagnetism (fighting a guy who could fuck with one of the four fundamental forces was not easy)
7. Beast-taming (mind control on animals basically)

So, basically no consistency there. To answer your question, Will, I'm not sure what you can do. You'll have to find out yourself.

I'm leaving the quarry now. For the first time in a long time. You should hear from me again Sunday or Monday, hopefully. Wish me luck.

Reach out.

Weathering The Storm





Thursday, November 25, 2010


Okay, I dunno how much time I have. One of you is giving him a lot of trouble and he left to join the fray himself. I'm gonna post as much information as I can before he gets back.

The guy who posted using my account (other than the Tall One using me as a puppet) is another Revenant, Slate. He's about six foot five, fucking ripped with muscles, bald. If you see him, do not under any circumstances try and fight him. You have no hope of beating him yet. Just run.

Will asked about Conduits.

Just as matter can be moved between our Side and the Other Side, so too can energy. Sometimes, in order to empower his minions, the Tall One turns them into a vessel of "Slenderpower", allowing them to channel the energy from the Other Side. However, some people are born with the ability to use Slenderpower. These are the Conduits and there is nothing he fears more in this world or his than the Conduits because they can turn his power against him and actually, physically harm him if trained properly. Will, it seems that you may be a conduit, which explains your ability to sense his presence.

This brings me on to my next point; the Tall One's weaknesses. He is vulnerable to that which is of his own sphere but defiled and turned against him. Because he is of the trees, chopped wood and especially varnished wood fucks with his vision but don't go around covering everything you own in varnished wood; he'll perceive it as an anomaly in his vision, not as something invisible.

What else, what else, what else.

Oh yeah, the whole fucking attack thing might be useful.

I'm not 100% sure what happened. It seems I was suspect so they kept me in the dark on it to see whose side I'd join. They got their answer when I got into a fight with Slate. I was trying to bury him underground when the Tall One returned and they tag-teamed me.

Anyway, the attacks. I think they factored in your fighting back, which is why they went on the defensive yesterday. He wants to spend the next four days and nights trying to destroy you.

Fuck, he's coming back. I'll be back as soon as I can.





Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Black Holes and Revelations

I'm okay. Should have this shielded from him soon. Will update then. Keep safe.

Reach out.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Forty Years

Today, I am one of his slaves for forty years.

Happy birthday to me.