-August- Return to Slender, guaranteed not to strike since ...

Now, telling you would spoil all the fun, wouldn't it?

I can't say I like this idea.

Blogs are connected to computers and computers have routers which have IPs which can be tracked by evil incarnate.

Speaking of the government.

Spencer, I don't know what in the world is going through your head while your brain floats in that moonshine I made for you well over a month back, (you're not supposed to drink it after more than two weeks, you idiot!) but this is a bad, bad, bad idea. You know I have beef with men in suits and not just the slender ones.

Hi there.

Name's August St. Claire.

I don't believe we've met.

I specialize in building and problem solving. Before I got caught up with the lush currently sitting across from me and downing another bottle of bourbon, (apparently now through my last five quarts of moonshine - Jesus man, how are you not dead yet?) I worked on a farm. We weren't your run-of-the-mill grain-and-leather harvesters, though; papa and I specialized in aliens. More specifically, crop circles and UFOs. To narrow the margins further: faking them.

It started off easy enough. Throw some paper shapes on the ground and arrange them until they make a pretty picture, the blow it up about 150 times and press it into your corn field. When people began to grow bored and the crop circles weren't paying the bills, we switched to UFOs. When those failed? Fake aliens, made out of chicken, pastries, and a whole lot of eggs and honey to hold it all together.

Let's just say that we got so good that we started getting a little too much attention.

You see, I've been followed by men in suits my entire life.

-Spencer- Welcome to the team

"There is an enigmatic figure, most often seen as a tall, extremely thin man with long, strange arms, and a face that no two people see the same way (if they see any face at all) wearing a suit. Where he comes from is as much a mystery as what he wants. All that is known is that there is evidence of him existing for far longer than one would expect. Those who see him often wind up missing—or worse—with their mutilated bodies impaled upon a tree, and their organs removed and then replaced systematically.

His presence is associated with paranoia and sometimes a strange sickness, and those who see him are frequently found to be maniacally writing strange messages, and drawing mad scribbles of a dark, faceless figure.

It is advised to avoid investigating too much lest you get entrenched too deep...and find yourself the subject of unwanted interest."

But what if you do find yourself a subject of unwanted interest?

"Except when you don't.
Because sometimes you won't."

Because it's all cool with the fairy-tale endings in ongoing stories, where they're Running or Fighting and everything goes right. Typical hero's journey; Find the mentor, obtain the metaphysical sword, venture into the belly of the beast, and it all works out in the end.

"Except when they don't.

Because, sometimes they won't."

Because we've all been there. Caught up in something that we don't really understand or get, reading and watching the triumphs of amazing people, wondering why we can't be the same.

I used to be that way. For most of us, this whole haunting thing is impossible to survive without help.

And you see? That's where we come in!

Spencer Fitzgerald. Is that my actual name? Probably not. Point is? I run a Courier service, made up of people just like you, most of 'em being Haunted for a long, long time. We've pissed of ol' Slenderbuddy so badly that we know our days are numbered.

And so we figure;

Why not live as well as we can?

We're all only really good at one thing; Running. Avoiding trouble. Actually, we're all amazing at it.

So we'll deliver anything...

For a price, o'course.

To anyone, anywhere, anytime.

And we'll get the job done;

Or die trying.

Ahaha, that came off morbid, di'n'it? Hopefully, the team'll get some posts up about what we do and how we do it or I'll do it later or yadda yadda yadda. When does the fun start, is my question! What can yeh'do, eh? More to be up later. For now?

Don't look behind you.