Sunday, July 31, 2011

0500

One of the few things I miss about basic training is getting up at 0500. Time to hit the road again.

On: Keith. Also, On: James.

The more I read the less I think he's a troll. But I want to make this very clear.

I do not know him.

I have never known him.

I do not trust him.

I do not intend to be his friend.

The best case scenario? Allies. And I don't think on any grand scale.

He mentioned in his last email to me about two hours ago that some one suggested we work together.

I have no intent to work with him. I don't know why IP or whoever sent him this. I don't give a shit.

This is not me being angry with anybody.

This is me saying once and for all that I do not like the idea of any more contact with this guy if I can avoid it.

Moving on. I'm not sure if someone is playing a joke on me so what I'm going to do is try to wake up early enough tomorrow or today and call James' mother.

Email pt. 2

This raises more questions... just like I expected.

Mark, I typed these up from cell phone photographs. It's taken a long time to get them readable for you, but thankfully you've been utterly clueless for the longest time. The pictures are gone now, but that's alright. They aren't necessary. They're between yourself and James. It's probably smart that you share them with at least Brian.

I'm not getting involved in it again. The things I've had to do to avoid what's happened to you guys... and I've had to do it twice. You don't know how much money or what kind of favors it's cost me. Especially the last time. This is a promise to James. I'm hoping you're smarter now and will know what not to do.

It's not looking so good.

Oh and the more you flounder around on that little blog of yours about how you 'don't understand what's happening' it makes you look less trustworthy and more suspicious. You and I both know you're telling the truth, but we're not the only ones who matter this time. You had to go and involve others. What in the hell you were thinking not listening to Brian I'll never know.

Did not clean up the grammar or change anything.

-Quinn


I still don't know if we're playing into his hands by doing this, but if it's as simple as sliding a letter through a vent, then I'd rather do it than talk and risk being overheard. Really tired Mark. I think I'm going to give it a rest. I've been in here for a couple of days longer than you. I'm starving. I'm so tired and I don't know what's going to happen to him if we don't get out... but I don't know if I can. You might have to make a break for it on your own.

you're a jackass. Not leaving you alone here and fuck you for suggesting it. Thats my friend your talking about. Bunch up and be ready. They're just locked doors. In the morning when we know we're both awake we can try to kick them open. Break the frame. I'm supposed to be the pessimist.


Are you up

Yes.

Feel any better

not really

that means we can't wait. run for the back door and go straight through the woods its close to a road

how do you know that

I have ears. Tell me when you've read this. Then go. If I get out I'll come help you with yours but if you get out and I dont dont look back. Go get help

your a jackass mark

-

That's it. Mark... if you're really as clueless as you claim, why don't you try calling James' mom up to try to talk to him. If you find Brian... tell him I said to take care of himself. If you hear from me again it means He found me. Either it's a last message or I'm under his control. I don't care which. Just don't try to find me or I'll fucking kill you.

-Quinn

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Email

I checked my old email account as I am wont to do once or twice a month. Turns out some time around my birthday, I got an email from a friend from high school. There are some slight... how should I say this... issues with my memory. I think I've actually touched on this before, but back in February I took a fall on the ice. I somehow managed to break fracture a vertebrae vertically down the length of it, a clean break, and crack my head. I woke up from the fall with enormous pain that I immediately self medicated with the pretty green button they had in my reach and huge memory gaps, and I do mean huge. I never did get to tell Brian about those...

I've never realized it, but I have gaps in my memories from my high school years as well. None anywhere near as severe and I think for very different reasons. I won't say full out repression due to mental issues, but I'd definitely say that I /ignored/ much of my life during that time and just tried to stay afloat. I definitely remember one thing... though it is blurry, a friend of mine back in high school moved away senior year. I never learned why and I never really heard from him again despite trying to call him after he first moved.

But here he is e-mailing me.

His message:

"Keeping a promise to a friend of ours. I've been watching your online activity and I found your blog. Mention this message and I'll contact you again."

So here it is... maybe it's time to start getting some answers? Or how about just another mystery.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

No witty title here.

My camera is missing.

Truth

You'll get no truth from Ian Promethean. I've collected my thoughts and I know what to do now, in the absence of any advice from Cymbu I will follow my instinct.

The clip you all saw last night of me being ill and going into my room to hide something...it is real.

But I don't remember it.

And furthermore, the date that Ian Promethean put on it cannot be right. He's trying to make people distrust me.

Think, people... Keith claims he got the DVD containing some messed up version of that clip MONTHS before the date Ian Promethean would have you think it was. I don't know if Keith is with IP or how IP got that clip when I don't remember the event at all, but there it is.

Ian Promethean will give you no truth. Unless he's a time traveler who magically brought data back months from July 20th, then that's not possible. I will say this... and this is a decision I'm making on my own....

I have NOT been completely truthful. I've told you what I could and what you needed to know.

What you see in that video is me carrying a letter and a folder over to my dresser.

The problem with that is that I have no such folder. Everything I have, is digital. Yes it means I have things. But I don't understand them or know what to make of them.. and the fact is... someone took them the night I ran out chasing Promethean. On top of that, the main storage account has been taken over, I presume by him. I have nothing and I never got to read it in any depth. I know a lot of surface stuff that has me confused and that I do not believe.

So yes, I lied.

But you will find no truth with him.

If you don't trust me, trust your right thinking mind. Keith could not have been shown video from July back in May. 

The thing I don't understand is.. why don't I remember this, and why am I walking without my brace or my walker? If this was between February and May... i should be wearing a brace. 

Now that he has all of this information and I know he does and you know he does, he might expose it. But he'll expose it to benefit him... and in the same stroke he's putting Cymbu in danger... and I haven't heard from Cymbu in days now.

I Posted It Now Leave Me Alone

Here for fuck' sake.








Here's the shit the secondary troll sent me.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

DAMN IT.

Even after the trolls wrecked the synchtube, that drama... I was gonna sit back and have a good night. Then I started getting emails. Fucking annoying ones. To top it off, somehow I got banned from the synchtube... while I was the only one with banning abilities. I don't know what's going on. But it's effectively redelivered my headahce. And I'm pissed. One of them keeps emailin me.

Synchtube time.

http://www.synchtube.com/r/1I5i

Probably won't start for half an hour but here it is.

Let's change the mood.

I'm thinking about hosting a synchtube around 8 EST. I might invite a friend of mine as well, and you're all more than welcome to join me. It'll be public so we can all add what we want to it, but I'm sort of hoping for a comedic theme.

See!

See, nothing happened.

Nothing happened at all.

But I spent all day yesterday sick as hell and I slept straight through when I normally would wake up... so here I am at 9:30 in the morning, is this what you people call 'daylight?' What is this strange thing? I'm still not recovered and somehow tired despte doing nothing but sleepig yesterday.

No knocking, no visitors, no phone calls, no nothing. I'm fine except for being tired and having such a mind bending headache. Maybe it's stress, this stuff has kinda gotten to me.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Don't know what that's about.

Post replaced with this. No clue what that's all about. Probably nothing.

Explanation

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VeyJl9H8YHI

Here, it explains the last post and what went on... and I dunno how much else I can explain... this has left me clueless.

I'm sorry







This was taken from a picture of my cell, this is what happens when this strange number calls me. I cropped down to it because honestly the rest of the information is no one's business.

Sorry for the quality, but my camera's crap with pictures and then it was on a cell phone screen. I did what I could though.

I.. don't know what to say other than what I'm going to be saying in the video I'll link. Someone fucked with me tonight in a big way and I do not appreciate it.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Come again?

This could be paranoia, but I get this feeling I'm being monitored somehow. I'm running a search for a keylogger... then I have something to actually write a post about.

There's a time killer...

Discovered a new game online called Astro Empires. Starting up on the Kappa server. Looks fun but time consuming. Past that, I've sort of been sitting here frustrated over something small. I think this whole sleep problem is getting worse. Not in any major wayy but it's frustrating to sleep so damn much and if I wake up after a normal amount of sleep, I feel so... BLAH all day, you know?

Nothing.

Storms the last two days. Tried to record some yesterday but something strange kept happening. I gave up. About ten minutes ago I got a text message from a number I didn't recognize. Coudn't even tell you where it was from. I know who it was though. It was our old pal Cymbu letting me know some good news. This blog is safe, at least right now.

So no more ridiculous stuff like the last two times I've wanted to pas on information. Nothing is happening lately. It feels a lot like old times at least. I have no clue where my friend is right now, but he started the text with. 'How's the weather up there?' So maybe he's south? I feel bad for whoever had their cell phone jacked.

Once this weather normalizes, the heatwave passes and it's not storming, I'm getting together with a couple of friends and going out somewhere. Maybe to the nearest state park and going on a walk down one of the trails. I've been hankering to get out of my house for the last two days hard.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

hmm

Anyone else spent the day in the water, in waves and ever found yourself feeling as if you're still riding up and down with the waves that evening? It's... disconcerting.

- - -

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Thursday, July 21, 2011

Wow, this sucked.

After y oh so boring day yesterday, I decided tday would be spent lazing about. Little did I know I'd be woken up so ealy by anothr one of those damned phone alls. By early, I mean earlier than I have been lately. There was s uch static. I got another just about fifteen inutes ago and I just hung up entirely. How utterly frustratng. How ca they expect a uy to oversleep like this?

Hmmn I really don't have anything interesting to talk about tonight. Strangely enough I feel very tired right now. Which is odd since I usually don't sleep for hours....

Naughty naughty.

Not cool, Mark. I've got to leave where I am right now. Next time I have net, we need to talk.

-Cymbu

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Nothing to see here, friends. Move along. :) Apparently I'm too inquisitive for my own good. 


-Mark

It was no big deal after all!

I ca now tell you with all f the auhority of a CESEREAN proclamation tha this is just a joke that was pepetrated on me by one of the gys on th 2nd SHIFT down at the Keyis Cymbu! Nothing to worry about folks. So glad you guys were nice enough to hang around with me and help me figure out their little joke. Ah well, it's getting late, it's already 12 AM! I've got to get up early tomorrow! Thanks SO MUCH guys!  

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Leaving

I'm going now. I'll be a bit late. Couldn't make myself wake up, it was almost like a fight to get moving. Update when I can.

The 20th.

Woke up from a phone call. Telemarketer. I wanted to rain hell and brimstone on him, but instead hung up. I had a text message from a number I didn't recognize. Not the non-phone number number that I got the weird call from a bit back, but a local phone number. The text simply read, '5 O'clock. It's hot. Don't make me wait.'

So fucking tired.

Back to sleep. More later.

Here we are.

It's July 20th. My best friend is 21 years old. If he were here, we'd probably be sitting around my place having a few drinks. Instead, there's a big mystery going on. I know what people are thinking by now because I'm thinking the same thing here, but there's no way he's back stateside. He wouldn't go AWOL, he enjoys being part of the military. He's not infantry, he's in a job he enjoys.

So I don't know who the hell is doing all of this.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Advice is good to follow.

Called a couple of our friends up just as was suggested. No one has heard from Brian, no one has gotten any packages or letters or anything. I even asked about weird phone calls. Nothing. Nothing nothing nothing nothing. Someone wants me to go to the theater tomorrow. I don't know if I will or not.

God damn it.

Another 12 hour sleep. This is frustrating as all hell. The best part is that I got woken up by another phone call. No, this one wasn't the same one as last night.  It was a simple wrong number. All the same... it forced me to confront the what the fuck that has been the last couple of days. Dunno what to do.

No clue what to say.

So fucking tired.

The Spider Wall, paired with the word film means the movie theater in town. The only people who would remember it that I talk to anymore would be Dan, Jess, or Brian.

Since moving, I live a lot closer to it than I used to.

There's a date, 20 July. Brian's birthday. 

Even if I contemplated that I'm supposed to be taking something from this, he's overseas somewhere. He also doesn't know Russian last I checked, hell he wouldn't even take Spanish in high school!

Or maybe he DIDN'T and does now.

Damn it, I'm so fucking tired.

I'm going to bed. I'll make my decision when I wake up... things just got a little weirder today. I'm glad for the translation, but I don't know what's going on here.

Good... morning, I guess.

Could this mean anything, really?

This is my best friend, back in high school, at OUR spider wall, outside of a movie theater. We were having a great night, Dan, Jess, and a couple of random people he knew along with myself were all sort of fucking around in front of my camera in the parking lot.

Spider wall... actually sounds familiar.

Out of nowhere some people came by this blog, not sure why, but I won't knock it since one sent me what he claims is the translation to the Russian on the envelope.

“My Russian is very, very rusty but it seems like front of the envelopesreads:

Comes

Tall

Man

Film

20 July


The back of the envelope says:

Spider Wall

Help Me

Any of this mean anything to you? “

Like I told him, July 20th means something to me, but I don't know why it would be on this envelope. The phrase 'Spider Wall' makes me think back to Sasuke (Ninja Warrior, in the US) and the spider wall in the later seasons. Admittedly, I'm a huge fan of the old seasons, but I know what it is anyway. They have to do some sort of weird spider climb along a set of walls that are almost at the full length of the human limb apart. I'm not sure I'd be able to handle it.

Something weird though, something connecting 'spider wall' and July 20th. A person, too, but I don't know what in the hell, he's not here. He won't be here for a while, or at least, last I heard.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Awake awake awake at last. Or something like that, what do I know?

I just woke up to the weirdest god-damned phone call ever. Considering the last couple of days, I'm not as upset as you might think. It was just a strange call. Last night I changed my ringtone to something louder so that I'd hear it and it hopefully wake up from it should anyone call, because no matter what kind of alarm I set, I've been sleeping through it in spectacular fashion. Well sure as fuck, this time I heard this ringtone and woke up in a big way. I was standing up on my bed before I knew what was happening. I managed to get my ass into a sitting position and grab the phone, not sure of the time.

I answered it and put it to my ear to say 'Hello.' Instead I was instantly met with white noise, intense white noise. There was a voice in the background trying to say something but I couldn't hear it through the interference. It was frustrating because I'd just been pulled out of a dead sleep. I told the person that I couldn't hear them, but they kept talking underneath all the static to the point where I yelled my message a couple of times before hanging up.

Then, as my phone is wont to do at odd moments with no explanation, it shut off. I was very annoyed in a groggy morning sort of way as I turned it on, shocked to find it was a bit before 8 AM. But I needed to wake up anyway so I could call up some people I owe money too. Did you know yelling at a machine 'I want to talk to a motherfucking human being' works now? Neither did I.

The fact of the matter is that that phone call is the only thing that stopped me from sleeping until around five in the afternoon. It's been a long time since I had this problem and I don't know that it has ever been this severe for more than two days. Usually I only get it during times of deep depression. I'm a bit upset and a bit stressed, maybe even a bit lonely, but I wouldn't say I was bad enough to be dealing with THIS again.

What is 'THIS'? Simply, it's the opposite of the insomnia I was having about a month back.

The medical term is hypersomnia. It's not narcolepsy (thank God, I know someone who suffers from that.) But it's like I just can't wake up within a normal time frame. As you grow older you're supposed to require less sleep, right? So why am I getting twelve to fourteen hours a day for the last four? Oh well, I'm up now, and it's been about an hour and a half. I've made half of my calls but not all.

Still no progress on that letter, but I do know I'll be able to talk to my friend tomorrow, so hopefully he'll have some information for me. I emailed him the pictures I linked to you guys. He's a busy mother-shutyomouth so I'm pretty glad he's able to talk to me about it. Good guy, that one. 

In the meantime, I'm getting really tired and having trouble tpying. I'm gonna turn off the lights and go to sleep. 

Also, I really like this picture of me for some reason. It's dark and hard to see the actual me, but I think it looks imposing.

Dead pixel and all.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

No progress, more confusion.

I've looked around online trying to get hold of my friend but I just can't. I literally have no other idea what to do. It's kind of ridiculous. I'm gonna email a couple of my friends and hope some of them know someone who knows someone, etc. I'm getting frustrated to the point where I think I just want to ignore it and throw it away with the others I mean, the package is off-putting but I truthfully do not know why it was so disturbing the other night.

Oh well, one way or another I'm gonna probably give up in a couple of days. Better news? I went to a local concert and hung out with a bunch of musicians. That was fun. Recorded one band's set.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

And now for something completely different

So having paid no attention all damn day, I looked over at the desk in the living room and noticed a package. I knew what it was immediately and when I asked about it, I was told it arrived yesterday, (Saturday, the 9th) and I somehow missed it. I left it alone all day and waited for my old man to go to work. The outer envelope was exactly the same but when I opened it, things were way different!

http://i1192.photobucket.com/albums/aa327/BabblingMark/CAM_0035.jpg
http://i1192.photobucket.com/albums/aa327/BabblingMark/CAM_0045.jpg
http://i1192.photobucket.com/albums/aa327/BabblingMark/CAM_0039.jpg


The inner envelope is completely crumpled up. The corner's been burnt. There's a lot more white space and everything is hastily written and really messy. It's still in Russian and I can't read Russian. There is nothing inside the inner envelope this time. This is really really weird. I don't know how to get a hold of the only person I know who reads Russian with his phone busted and his lack of recent net activity.

This is frustrating.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Bed on floor.

So, my 21st birthday has come and gone. It's been a chaotic few days but they're nicely calming down again. I've been digging through my online albums and finding a lot of pictures of me and Brian. I miss the guy, and I hope he's doing well. We really don't get any information out of him. I'm not even sure how long he's gonna be gone. My birthday definitely wasn't what it could have been without him.

I had a very interesting night last night, and woke up on my bathroom floor at around 7:30 this morning, the stamp on my wrist from the last bar I visited still fairly visible and my stomach churning as I stumbled over to the couch and proceeded to sleep for another seven hours. Here, 12 and a half hours later, I'm still a bit... eh. It's nothing I can quantify, but the remnants of a hangover still exist.

Frankly, it's some of the best sleep I've had in a couple of weeks.

In other news, I got another one of those damn letters in the mail. Same envelope-within an envelope with Russian on the inner envelope. I don't have a clue what it's all about. I didn't get the job I wanted so I'm sort of back to FAILURE. But I'm sure something will come up soon.