Thursday, May 19, 2011

The Doctor of the Mind

"Drink up, baby doll.
Are you in or are you out?
Leave your things behind,
'Cause it's all going on without you.

"Excuse me. You're too busy
Writing your tragedy.
These mishaps, you've bubble-wrapped
When you've no idea what you're like."

I dared not say anything last night, for fear of completely flying off the handle. Not that I was even capable of typing coherently yesterday anyhow, my hands were shaking so bad.  Today I've at least had some time to think it over.

And somehow, I still don't have a goddamn motherfucking clue what to say.

AmalgamationSage, Kay, and myself.

Bricks were duly shat.

Guys, Core Theory is in pieces. So is its creator, practically. The title "Sage" doesn't mean what it used to - neither Amelia nor Zerombr were the batshit insane experimenters and knowledge-gatherers that Robert originally described. If that's what it took to be a Sage, Ava would make a hell of a lot better one than me, even now. Sure, I've done a bit of research, but if that were a qualifier, Scott does that better than me too. And if the insanity to do absolutely impossible things and live to tell about them is what's required... well, let me point you in the direction of my good friend Michelle.

But Core Theory is in pieces. If we're going to attempt to pick them up again, we can put them together any which way we please.

I meant what I said before. I'm just an observer - some inconsequential nobody who occasionally has good advice to give. Every day I watch my follower count go up and up, and wonder what it is they all see in my ramblings. I go to a normal college, I work at a normal job, I have a normal family, and I live a normal life. I've encountered the Slender Man all of twice in my life, once with Michael (wherever the hell he is), and one time before that. Both times, I had the shit scared out of me, buried my head in the sand, and went back to my life when it looked like the coast was clear. Far from being deserving of some kind of honor or responsibility, most of the time I feel like a bit of a coward. And... rather undeserving lucky. How deep do I have to dive before I can't be ignored anymore?

I guess... this would be it, wouldn't it?

So what happens now? Are people going to look to us, the third set of Three Sages, to rid them of this nightmare once and for all? Are we supposed to find them their Hero, someone to die for the good of all? Are we supposed to gather the Runners into some kind of unified force?

God help us, are we supposed to kill Slenderman ourselves?

I don't know if I can do that.

About the only thing I do know is... I don't want anyone else to get hurt.

It took me a while, but I've come to a decision.

The fact of the matter is... Sages don't have any sort of special power; none of the titled did. They did amazing things because they were already amazing people, good people, even Jay. Even Zero. They were people that I looked up to, that everyone looked up to. The titles were an acknowledgment of that greatness, and a prompt to use their skills for the benefit of others.

It's not about who you're supposed to be, it's about who you always were.

It's an imposing legacy to live up to. Whether or not I fit the bill is up for debate, but... in a sense, it really doesn't matter.

I don't want to fight. I want to protect.

If this is the way to do it, then I guess I'm on board.


  1. Good for you. Bad for you as well. Good luck and may Athena grant you wisdom.

  2. Tell you the same thing I told Sage. We should have dinner when he's back on the East Coast. Let's do my place. I'll cook, we'll brainstorm. Thank the gods and goddesses that we all live relatively close.

  3. Hey, it's summer. Aside from what work hours I decide to pick up (my boss is surprisingly flexible with that), I'm free all the damn time. Shoot me an email once Sage (god, it's weird calling him that now) shows up, and we'll see what we can pull together.

  4. Yeah it's really weird. This whole thing is really really weird.

    I'm gonna go have another shot of JD.

  5. Interestingly enough, the Hebrew phrase for "Congratulations" is Mazel Tov, a phrase often uttered at Jewish weddings.

    Symbolically, weddings are a step towards a new life. A life of Unity.

    Mazel Tov.



    You can't talk your way out of him, you know.

    This thing here, its your death sentence.

    You know that right?

  7. Did I say I thought I was deserving of a title? No.

    Talk my way out of who? Slenderman? Yes, I know this.

    Everyone who's seen the monster has a death sentence. I know that too.

    Y'know, if you're just trying to be an asshole, you could at least tell me something I don't already know.

  8. If I was being an asshole I'd be flinging obsenities around or chasing you down.

    No you and I both know that I'm not here to be an asshole.

    Look, I bet if you renounced this Sage business and walked away you would have a normal life. I can't guarantee it, but the delicious pain and irony would be enough to shield you, I reckon. If you renounced it and walked away, you could make it to fufill those goals and dreams of yours.

    the worst part is I know you won't. You're going to ignore this and keep marching blindly forward into oblivion.

    You can walk away before the anti gets too high...

  9. *ante* apologies. It's tough to focus on typing sometimes. A lot of balls on the wheel, a lot of irons in the fire. I'm sure you understand.

  10. Heya, Ryuu. Just wanted to wish you good luck, and, well..

    Okay, we both know I don't like this Sage stuff at all, but you're one of the very few logical and reasonable people out there. Don't let the title consume you. I know it probably won't, you're smart, but that's all the advice I have. Well, that and the whole "Good luck" thing.

  11. Thanks Jean. Coming from you, that means a lot. =)

  12. That was Frou Frou.

    The Mad Ventriloquist does not know how he knows that. He will pretend that he doesn't.

    The Mad Ventriloquist believes in Hakurei Ryuu and thinks that she shall do a good job as a sage, even if the whole title thing confuses him far too much.

  13. Fuck, I still don't know how to respond to this. I want to congratulate you but I... I also want to tell you to drop the title and run... I mean, we've all seen how the Sages land up. But I understand that isn't an option so...

    Congratulations. It's about time there was a Sage who maintained sanity instead of driving people FROM it.

    But this I promise you: It won't be your death sentence. Not so long as I still breathe. We're best friends and, well, if you want to protect... then I'll do the fighting so you can.


  14. em... ok this is weird but, as a Sage could you please give me some advice? (I dont know why, it I feel a little bit embarassed by saying that XD)

    Brother Scott need some help. You might already know that he thinks that everybody is death, and now he is being chased by Blasphemer.

    I went to San Francisco to try to find him, but haven'r been afortunate with it..

    Already running out of options and this fat red hooded guy proxy is watching what I'm writing while eating a hamburger with the mouth opened and making weird sounds (YES, I KNOW YOU READ THIS SO PLEASE STOP EATING LIKE THAT IT'S GETTING ME OUT OF MY NERVES!!!)


    Hope you can advice me Ryuu Sage...
    Cant get used to it XD

  15. Hiya Haku-Chan. Guess who is back? Enjoying the new Title? A good ego-stroke isn't it. God knows a pathetic sack of shit like you needs one. I cannot wait until some "advice" you give some poor hopeless moron BACKFIRES in their face. No one to blame but you. Some pathetic little bitch who accepted a title carrying responsibility you were unprepared for.

  16. @Keiken: I've tried to help Scott as best I can, but I'm not sure how much any of us can do from here. I sent him a coded email in hopes of getting it past the filter, but I honestly don't know if it worked. Red DID say the filter would end soon, so spamming his inbox aside, I think the only things we can do are wait and pray. =(

    @Morningstar: What.


  17. I see.. Hope brother Scott is doing well alone..

  18. That said, feel free to spam his inbox. Lord knows I hate waiting, and maybe SOMETHING will get through. At the very least, he'll have to notice something off. I think. It really depends on how a filter actually works. Scott's got something visual, clearly, but how far does it go?

    Dammit, I wish I could do more...