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rand__althor
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LegoAlchemist wrote:
Thanks, 12th. I did download the video because I figured it'd get deleted, I might be able to fill in the blanks for you.
The first part was essentially correct.
I could probably put the video up somewhere, for archiving purposes, but I have no idea how .-.


Hm, so I'm not the only one who downloaded the video, in case it was taken down. I only downloaded it because I was fairly certain it would be taken down, and there would be people wondering what the video contained, exactly.
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rand__althor wrote:
LegoAlchemist wrote:
Thanks, 12th. I did download the video because I figured it'd get deleted, I might be able to fill in the blanks for you.
The first part was essentially correct.
I could probably put the video up somewhere, for archiving purposes, but I have no idea how .-.


Hm, so I'm not the only one who downloaded the video, in case it was taken down. I only downloaded it because I was fairly certain it would be taken down, and there would be people wondering what the video contained, exactly.


Maybe you guys should put it up somewhere?

Megavideo? That's where we put Welcome to the ARK after it was taken down.

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Phenom wrote:

Maybe you guys should put it up somewhere?

Megavideo? That's where we put Welcome to the ARK after it was taken down.


I'm not exactly trusting of MegaVideo, but I guess I'll do it. It's processing right now, I'll link it when it's finished.

EDIT:
Spoiler (Rollover to View):
http://www.megavideo.com/?v=QJYSUFP7


I'll call it the "TJAProjects Lost Episode" for now Razz

And I just saw the "Lost Memory" video.
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I can't really decide whether it was a good save by them or not. I know that this was all planned, but it seems a little TOO convenient; it's almost as if they're trying to cover it up.

And looks like I may be right about Sight/Plague Doctor fuckery Razz


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LegoAlchemist wrote:
Phenom wrote:

Maybe you guys should put it up somewhere?

Megavideo? That's where we put Welcome to the ARK after it was taken down.


I'm not exactly trusting of MegaVideo, but I guess I'll do it. It's processing right now, I'll link it when it's finished.


Media Fire is usually a good spot for such things.

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 		Great job, LegoA. I knew my memory was for crap during the actual dog part 'cause it was just that tense for me. Glad someone could reconstruct it back together.

TJ & Amy were a lot more talkative than I remember them being, but that just goes to show that things do appear to be "normal" between them during this time.

It occurs to me that maybe there was something else that happened after The Dog incident, a visit from Sight or Plague MD or Slendy maybe? Maybe something happened to mess up their memories and we don't have the video for that yet?
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12th wrote:
Great job, LegoA. I knew my memory was for crap during the actual dog part 'cause it was just that tense for me. Glad someone could reconstruct it back together.

TJ & Amy were a lot more talkative than I remember them being, but that just goes to show that things do appear to be "normal" between them during this time.

It occurs to me that maybe there was something else that happened after The Dog incident, a visit from Sight or Plague MD or Slendy maybe? Maybe something happened to mess up their memories and we don't have the video for that yet?

Thanks!

It certainly seems that way. Maybe it's just me, but I'm getting the "victim" vibes from Sight: if anyone, I don't think she's the real villain here. Slendy/Plague (probably Plague, based on the direction this series is going) seem more antagonistic to me. I could say this confidently if we knew a little more about our bird-masked friend.

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 		Many thanks to the folks who saved the video for posterity. We've seen the girls joke around in tense situations IG; it seems pretty obvious that's how they'd handle stress OOG as well.

i_17bingo wrote:
Speaking as someone with a serious mental illness, an outbreak of hardcore sanity like Amy's--medication or not--is terrifying, because it usually precedes something horrifying. And that, to me, was the creepiest part of this video.


I had the same impression--she's not sane, she's just gone so far off the crazy end of the spectrum that she's momentarily looped around.

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 		I'm very surprised no one's posted this yet, there was a kind of important document posted on Twitter.
TJAProjects wrote:
I'll explain more later. These are pages from the basement, transcribed. TJ has read them, said I ought to share. - Amy http://www.mediafire.com/?c4078o8tlow6hm5

It's Sight's old diary.

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Phenom
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RandomGuy26 wrote:
I'm very surprised no one's posted this yet, there was a kind of important document posted on Twitter.
TJAProjects wrote:
I'll explain more later. These are pages from the basement, transcribed. TJ has read them, said I ought to share. - Amy http://www.mediafire.com/?c4078o8tlow6hm5

It's Sight's old diary.


Is it possible anyone can post them here?

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 		Giant wall of text incoming:
Quote:
May 13th 18—
​Every single one in town is aflutter with some riotous news. Mummy won't speak of it and Papa refuses my council. I went with her to town to help with the shopping and there I saw a group of gossipy old women, one was an old widow, and they had such a mysterious air about them! One might say something was actually afoot!
​No matter, I played a lovely song for Mummy today on the piano. It must have made her happy, for she didn't leave the room the entire time. I misplaced my fingers once or twice, but I am still learning this one. It is a new worship song, written by a lovely Anna Warner.
P.
 
May 14th 18—
​Woke up something sluggish this morning. The man in the garden was up at unholy hours last night. He made such a disturbance that I scarce could concentrate on my prayers. I shall take up complaints with mother.
​-
​The strangest thing has escaped Mummy, diary. She proclaimed, in tones uncomplimentary to her dignity (dare I assume, panic?) that we've no gardener at all. She looked quite confused and nearly scolded me for playing tricks. But she said I looked so genuine and how could she stay angry at her dear heart?
P.
 
May 20th 18—
​Papa has brought the gun out. It used to stay neatly hidden, away from childish hands. But something really must be going on. He keeps it with him always. I asked him quite sheepishly what he'd got it out for, he said for protection. Mr. Jenkins' dog, down the way, is feared rabid.
​Supper was meager and we ate but little. I was truly very hungry, but thought it should be slovenly to eat my fill while Mummy and Papa go underfed from what they've called "nerves".
P.
 
June 1st 18—
​I have been sent to my room for impertinence. It simply is too cruel to leave me so uninformed.
​No one is ever out past 5 o'clock. I see the other children playing down the street. How fun it should be to be them. "Hello friend, let us kick this ball!" "Yes, lets! Down the way we go!"
​No matter, as I said, no one is out past 5 o'clock any more. No old Mr. Hutchissons or little Tommy ne'er-do-well. They act like they're hiding from something.
P.
 
August 3rd 18—
​Diary, think not that I have forsaken you. It was unsafe to speak with you for a while.
​Papa had run inspections for a long week or more. For what he was searching, I've no clue.
​Papa is unwell and for this reason, Grandmum is come to stay.
P.
 
August 5th 18—
​Papa is taken to bed. He rarely sleeps. His skin is white and he seems a ghost.
​Mummy says little girls should be going to school soon. But I shan't go. O, Mummy, how can you be so cruel to your own dear heart?!
P.
 
August 10th 18—
​Mummy is with Papa almost always now. He is fevered and they have had cause to call a doctor in. To-day they made to put my Papa in binds. They fear he's become insane. A lunatic, they say. I heard him thrashing all the morning.
​I don't like that horrid doctor. He's from out of town and carrys an awful bag. He smells of opium and I shan't trust him.
P.
 
August 11th 18—
​It's terrible, diary! And how I wish I had one, single companion to cry to, for this is simply too much!
​Mummy has gone mad, surely. Grandmum had me bring Papa a glass of water. O! That you could've seen how wild his eyes became once I stood before him, his very own Pearl. I smiled and he moaned terribly. His wrists and arms are tied to the bedposts and he sweats unnaturally much. "My Papa," I said to him "Do get better, and very soon!" I offered him the water. He screamed like a wounded animal and shouted at me like something possessed! Every word was emphasized by vile spittle! "Thou heathen wretch! Confess your sins and leave this place! You coward! You steal our innocents like they were your own and yet you show us not YOUR FACE!" He was overcome with tremors and his chest heaved with the sudden, rapid, inhales of breath.
​I was rendered to tears and I had unknowingly let the glass fall to the floor and shatter there. Mummy flew into the room and struck me and bade me leave.
​I room with Grandmummy now, in the cellar.
​O, what has happened that our happy family has dissolved thus?!
P.
 
August 13th 18—
​Mummy hasn't apologized yet, though I deeply with she would. I did not mean to upset Papa so. It must have been one of his fits.
​The floors are thin and I hear my dear, poor, Papa writhing in his bed. All will be silent (except scarce sobbing or the soft footsteps of my Mummy, careful not to disturb the ailing) and then there will come a shock of noise as he screams and tries to break free of his bonds.
​The doctor won't allow any one to see him. He stares at me strangely and says the situation with my Papa is dire. He asks me questions, to ascertain my health, and I asure him (in the most polite manner one can assume towards someone one is bent on holding in derision) "I am a very healthy little girl, thank you, and will you see to father?" To which he responds by cocking his head to the side, very oddly and only a little, and patting me on the head. He leaves with red blood on his sleeves. Mummy says it's the bloodletting that shall heal him.
​She won't look upon me and I am wretched.
​Grandmum is all I have now.
P.
 
August 14th 18—
​I hear these awful, shrieking cries from the forest. No doubt they are the cause of these nightmares.
​I dream of waking from this horrid place my home has become. It is night and there is my little window. It looks to the forest, you know? I rub my eyes, to better see, and suddenly there is a man staring in at me. And, I confess, diary, I have never felt a chill such as the one this dream elicits in my soul. I know it is no trick of the light, for they are shadows, but they are shadows of truth. They hide nothing and there is nothing for this man in my window is faceless. All that is on the other side of that glass is the darkness of the night forest and this faceless man, just staring at me. I am overcome with this all encompassing sense of dread, as though I should make to run but I am incapable. There is a threat there.
​I awoke in Grandmum's arms, crying like a baby child. Her old eyes looked so sad for me, though she wouldn't give utterance to any reason. She only soothed me until I became calm again. I refuse to share my dream.
P.
 
August 16th 18—
​Papa is dead
P.
 
August 18th 18—
​Still that dream. Each time, it seems to frighten me deeper. I must tell some one soon.
​Papa was laid in Earth yesterday. Mummy refused to display him for mourning.
​The house is deader than my poor Papa and the doctor remains. He worries we may be next and "One cannot be too careful with one's health!" He says it often, in his gravely voice.
​He took supper with us. Surely God is sad for me, for he sends me silly musings. The doctor has quite a large nose, much like the beak of some bird. I can smile to myself as I imagine him trying to wield his scarificator with ungainly wings and I dare say, I have never imagined anything quite so silly as that!
P.
 
August 19th 18—
 
​Grandmummy told me an awful story, and because of it she knows my dream. The whole of it is so shocking that I could not contain myself. I could never forget a word of it. Because of this I shall tell you now, diary.
​I had asked her permission to take off to the forest, to gather some wildflowers for pressing. I was terribly listless and Mummy would've had me stay in place the whole day through if I never asked otherwise. In response Grandmummy sat me down by the hearth and stoked the smoldering embers. She is an old woman and takes a while to settle herself down, but something seemed so alive in her as she contemplated the tale. "You are young." She began "And young people shouldn't inherit these troubles." She sighed and here is where I became rather tense.
​"The forest beyond this house is not as your Mummy would have you believe it to be. There is a legend, a very old legend, that I fear has made itself known to be true. My mother told it to me, just as her mother told it to her. You have not gone into that forest, young child. And it is good that you have not. There is a very real and present danger there.
​A demon resides within the bracken and the old, old trees. It resembles man, but is not man. It is sly, like the devil himself. It knows your fear and feeds off of it. It will watch you and come to know you. It is the most underhanded of thieves, as it steals the innocent and the young." It was here that my heart fell leagues down into myself, as I remembered Papa's words. "You will know it if you see it, and if you see it, you are gone. It grows to a height unachievable by any man. It is eerily thin, as no creature with blood and bone and flesh could survive in such an emaciated state. And sometimes, only sometimes, it rises up on spider-like tendrils, and stalks about the forest at night. You see that fog, little one? That fog that rolls up these hills at nightfall and early morning? That fog is his fog. If you go into that mist, you will be gone. This demon has no face." She stopped prematurely, for sure, as her mouth hung open as though mid-thought. Perhaps she was only in deep contemplation, for it was mere seconds before she shook her head, grabbed her skirts, and got up from her seat. Grandmummy bade me leave her company, and I did. I was sensitive enough to know she had suffered some in telling that story.
​I left, quite shaken, and pondered some grass. Later I confessed everything to her, shaking and crying as I did so. Surely my dream meant something, diary. Grandmummy just held me to her chest and cried.
P.
 
August 21st 18—
​Grandmummy has definitely spoken with my mother. I am not allowed out of Grandmum's sight and am condemned (as it were) to my space in the cellar. What a horrid state of things.
​The nightmare is relentless and I find myself staring into that fog and losing time. I cannot say how I feel about that.
​The doctor thinks we're rightly friends, now that I smile upon seeing him. He is lucky to not know the reason for my smile. My imagined bird man in the white coat, I draw him in masquerade on my wall. It is all I can do to pass the time. He will sometimes come to sit with me, to make sure I am healthy. He showed me his doctor tools, they seem morbid to me.
P.
 
August 22nd 18—
​I snuck out of the cellar this morning, to watch the fog roll in. There is definitely something out there, diary. I saw something long and whiplike flutter in the fog, retreating back into the forest. Grandmum was true to say I'd never been inside. I am curious to know. Perhaps it is better than this dungeon?
​The doctor is now doctor W. F. I read his initials on his pocketwatch as he dozed. I like to think it stands for "Doctor Withoutfeathers" If only you could laugh along with me, diary. I think it's quite funny.
P.
 
August 23rd 18—
​Mummy has locked up the piano. I made an attempt to play my song and she responded with another strike. She exclaimed "What has Jesus done for this family?" and for her blasphemy, I am punished. She is taken to bed now, too. It is only Doctor Withoutfeathers, Grandmummy, and me. We keep it lively enough. No one even looks at Papa's room any more.
​Supper was solemn and tasted blandly.
​I peeked at Grandmummy and the doctor through the keyhole. They were murmering and pointing out my window. Surely the forest.
P.
 
August 24th 18—
​Saw the fog again, twice this time. I did not sleep. I sat up and watched the fog roll in and fill the field below. It is beautiful, really. I could have sworn I saw the demon. Its presence did not frighten me. He did not move and neither did I. It was a stalemate, it seemed. The nightmares have stopped ever since I took to the fog. Grandmum must have wanted me to dream those things. She must have wanted me to stay locked up, just like Mummy wants.
P.
 
August 25th 18—
​Mummy is gravely ill, the doctor says this is the fastest developing case of Papa's disease he's seen. It has a name, but the doctor whispers its name under his breath like a curse, so I just call it Papa's.
​-
​Mummy has died. She was resting and passed in dreams. There will be no mourning, says Grandmum. We haven't time for that, she says. We've got to worry of what's to become of us.
​The doctor is charitable enough to take over our household, as he is alone in life and always wanted family. Still, I refuse to trust him. I shall have no strange doctor as my caretaker!
P.
 
August 26th 18—
​Grandmummy is all praises for the doctor. She chides me for not being gracious. He's saved us from the poor house, but I only want Mummy and Papa returned to me. O, diary, I am an orphan. Seeing the tide of the fog is my only consolation. I am alone.
P.
 
August 27th 18—
​I am leaving.
P.
 
August 28th 18—
​Oh God. Horrors unnamable. Horrors unspeakable. Have you known pain, diary? I have traveled through hell and seen the devil himself, and I have returned for you. I shall be punished for this, I know, but I must tell someone.
​The doctor. I was right in not trusting him.
​And the fog is the least of the town's worries.
​Oh God. Can I hold so much blood? I have held my insides in my hands and I write this by memory of the shapes of letters for I can not see.
​I saw the demon, I saw his form. I ran into that forest, through the dense fog. I tripped over branches and was stung by the itch weed. I stamped on resting butterflies and heard no birds singing. All was still and I could not move. I felt it again, the terror from my nightmare. I looked to my left, and there in the distance stood an unholy abomination. A creature taller than my own house, with the girth of a tightly tied hanging rope. It came to rest upon the ground, retracting its tendrils into its (was it?) back and I could tell, though IT HAD NO FACE, it was surveying me. I could do naught but cry, dear diary, Papa's little pearl had faced the demon. What did I care for demons or angels? I had lost Papa and Mummy and Grandmum was a traitor. I had no friends and the doctor, THE DOCTOR! O, diary, I was wrong to welcome that demon. But I did.
​I cannot tell if it is day or night, but I feel a breeze. I have no ink to write with, I have made due in my own way.
​Have you known pain, diary? I am pain. I have been emptied, replaced, and sewn up.
​I have seen HIM and I shall never see again.
​O dungeon.
P. (if I can be so called)
 
September 1st 18—
​This forest, I condemn this forest. It runs red with their blood.
P.
 
August 28th 19—
​He lies me down on the table. I have heard so many children cry. My wounds are cut open again and filled with the sorrow, the gushing hatred, of so many children. I am their dreams, their hopes- all murdered. And I can never know what it would've been to look upon their faces. Faces.
I am scarlet.
I have no sight.
I had a family.
I had a life.
Then came the doctor, with his knife.
And now I live
without a life.
S.
 
 


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mokie wrote:
I had the same impression--she's not sane, she's just gone so far off the crazy end of the spectrum that she's momentarily looped around.


You put that a lot better than I did...

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 		My mind is blown.

I forgive them for the dog incident.

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 		I got chills at the end when I realized the initials had changed...

I'm such a nerd.

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 		The journal gives me a sadface.

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 		The diary DOES explain alot. I join others in thinking that Sight is not a villian at all. I am however of the opinion that Sight caused the most recent memory loss. With as horrific as "The Dog" incident was and the fact that Sight had gone through a similar incident it seems that she, in a child-like way, is trying to be a mother hen to the girls. On the one hand, She is trying to protect them and Dahlia from the horror of Slendy, while on the other hand, she is trying to give them an idea of what is going on. Above all else though she is trying to protect the girls and Dahlia. It makes sense, IMHO.

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