Cai's a D-bag.

I wasn't able to contact y'all 'cause Cai is a FUCKING DUESCH. He trashes all computers I get in order to keep me off the internet! FUCK HIM!

He's actual 'ol faceless's servant. Fuck him.

Now, I need to be honest. If I die without you guys knowing, I'd go nuts. (Well, I'd be dead... :P)

I believe (well, I'm pretty sure it's fact) in the Tulpa theory. I've been using the Fe-r's Latin names in order not to summon them as badly. I've read about a 'fiction' site called The Fe-r Mythos, and I don't think it is. Maybe some of it is, but I think it's all real. It's too similar not to be! I've read about concepts like the Blogsphere, Dimensional bleeding, and a blog that is way to similar to my own life. It includes Malim and Atmos (who I haven't seen in a while, coincidentally) and I!! WHAT!?!??!?

I've sent a message to the author, but the message came back with an unexplained error. I don't know...

Signing out, Seaderus.

Long time, yes see.

Another incident happened, and thank everything it was more than a month ago (I think >.<)

So I have now stopped inviting people over. There goes that college relationship. Anyways, I've been looking into a friend I can trust--NOT YOU MALIM (or Atmos, he's okay but really the type of person that'd leave you behind to save himself and not give it a second thought, except maybe to laugh)--and I found this really cool guy, a smithy that does things the old-fashioned way. Best part is, he's interafara (within the fear society), and that means I don't have to disguise with him.

The day in which I met him sorta played out as follows:

Me: Welcome!

???: Consider me welcomed.

Me: What's your name? You know mine, of course.

Cai: The name's Nicolas--

Me: (half-expecting James Bond joke)

Cai: --Cai Nicolas.

Me: (James Bond joke. Quite definitely)

Sorry, have to go for a minute - I am recording this as it is happening so gottagopeoplebye!

~~SEadrerus

How miraclegro ruined the party

Something heard me! No fears interrupted our party! Haha, JK. The Introsione crashed it. I'll tell you how it happened, and, since my hands hurt because of the, well, you'll find out, I won't use dialogue tags etc.

When my friend--Terence--came over, I almost jumped out of the window. I was pretty much nude, exposing my chest tattoo, and Terence came just as I put my pants on. He opened the door which I left unlocked and saw me half naked. I looked for a shirt, but I couldn't find one. Great, isn't it?

Terence: What the hell are you doing? Stripping?!
Me: It's not what you think, Terence.
Terence: Whatever. Go find yourself a shirt.
Me: I'm out of shirts dummy.
Terence: You talk like my grandma sometimes, Sead.
Me: Shut up.
Terence: Actually, you sound more like my grandfather.

So I spent the entire meeting shirtless.

For the first half hour, we just sat on the lumpy couch in my apartment and watched old TV shows. Terence likes them, although he claims that the shows were a little out-of-date. These were the shows that I grew up with, so I sorta felt offended.

After another thirty minutes, I think Terence finally broke; the human curiosity is a powerful thing, isn't it?

Terence: What the [curse] is that tattoo, Sead?
Me: This tattoo?
Terence: Yeah...
Me: It's a burn.
Terence: Sure. Try again.
Me: A birthmark?
Terence: Enough with the secrets.
Me: A pimple! A RASH! My God, I don't care! It's a fricking tattoo, kay?
Terence: What does it mean?
Me: ARGH! Why are you hu--you so interested in it?
Terence: These 50's shows are kinda depressing, and I'm bored.
Me: God. Tell no one, okay?
Terence: Sure.
Me: SWEAR!
Terence: Okay, okay! Calm down! I swear!
Me: Okay. It's a lot to take in...
Terence: I'm ready...

Ah, silent treatment. Always so effective. At least, until you get head butted where it hurts.

Terence: TELL MY FOR GOD'S SAKE!
Me: OKAY!
Terence: OKAY!

An awkward silence.

Me: Okay. It's a sign of archangelic royalty, descendents of Michael.
Terence: Is that some code? Another lie? Oo! It's a cosplay symbol!
Me: No you ignoramus. It's a--

How convenient potted plants are, for at this moment, my sadly withering plant fell onto my back, the ceramic shards scraping my back. I winced, and the cuts healed. Right in front of Terence.

Terence: Woah, you the real thing! WHADDAF[...] ARE YOU?!
Me: An archangel. Happy?
Terence: Oh, I get it. The giant spider is a part of the hoax, right? You're going to 'slay' it, right?

I looked behind me, and sure enough, A huge black spider was behind me. It hissed. And my first thought? MiracleGro is made of fricking steroids. My second thought was the intruintrosione. Dang, Terence laughed and butted the thing with his head. A menacing crack, and the spider collapsed. Terence rubbed his head, shocked. That thing was real was something he said right afterwords.

To be honest, I thought it was going to be some epic fear battle, but that was just a servant, a sock-puppet. Now I bound Terence to an archangelic contract not to reveal me except to people who already know. If he breaks it, I'll know.

Well, that's it for now, I typed this very quickly as I'm as tired as hades. I hope I didn't leave out or in anything important...

~~Seaderus

MALIM!

First thing he says to me is that I'm a dick and I should fucking quite this whole story-on-a-blog biz, and to stop being all 1800s. Okay, well fuck you! I got this!

Second thing he told me is to start a blog. I don't think this'll be much, Ustalantus says he'll be away for a while and just told me not to die, so I can pretty much do whatever. ^-^

Lastly, a human friend of mine is coming over. Maybe we can do one thing together for once without fricking fears interrupting us. LET THAT BE A WARNING, FEARS!

Okay, Seaderus, out!