Proxy? Mobile Post 70/96 Chapter 11

Motherfucker do you realize how hard it is to type anything at all on a phone? Let alone write an entire shitting "Mobile Post." This is complete torture. Speak more! Speak more! More more more! Speak! Type! Tap those keys! Enjoy Web 3.0 in all of its contemptuous allocations! Kill me now if it turns out I have to write this entire blog as actual mobile posts. I am accustomed to having near instantaneous transcription of thought to binary using the standardised physical computer keyboard, which decades of training-- often in isolated conditions  (and rarely consensual)-- have allowed me to reach. Now I am.muted.

-billynotreally  (aka Masky)

Proxy Mobile Post (69/96) Chapter 10 part five

After leaving the Timberwolf Cafe (full of Slender Men)

(SIGNIFICANT STUFF, LOOK AT NOTES, do not include this in the post, Billy)

God no I don't actually feel like writing this. I think I'm gonna rebel against The Feared One instead. He's so evil and stuff, making me write stuff and kill alliterator yesterday even though that's impossible. So yeah, I'm gonna kill The Feared One instead.

My name is noblogger, and this is my story.

Proxy Mobile Post (68/96) Chapter 10 part four

Oops. Didn't mean to click "Publish." Where was I? Oh yes. I stepped across the threshold of madness and into the depths of Archangle hate.

The Timberwolves all looked at me like I was a deer in deadlights. And that's when I realized something was terribly off here. These did not look like Timberwolves at all. These looked like a different kind of Slenderman altogether.

Here, I took a picture with my phone, confirm it for yourself.

I was in a cafe full of Slender Man Slendermen.

I had to get the hockey puck out of there pronto.

So I did.

Proxy Mobile Post (67/96) Chapter 10 part three

The bus stopped with a creak. The door opened. I stepped out and into the fiery light. It was a cafe. The Timberwolf Cafe.