Ok, so, I really have no clue where to begin, everything is pretty fucked up at this point. First off, at least some of the blood was mine, someone, maybe me, did a serious number on my face. Most of the cuts aren't too deep and will probably fade in a few weeks, but it looks like my left eye was almost gouged out, I can't see out of it and it hurts like hell, I've bandaged it up as well as I can, but I can't really do anything about it right now.
I have no idea where I am or what my current local reputation is. Well not, no idea, I'm in a house, it's abandoned, but it looks like someone lived here recently, which I'm not taking as a particuiarly good sign. It's in a pretty rural area, which is not comforting to me at the moment, but it might help me slip away unnoticed later tonight. I get the feeling staying here isn't a great long term plan, so as soon as can get out saftely and unseen I'm gone. There's a backpack here that Caged has used some and enough food, money, and clothes to last me for a little while, so I won't starve or freeze to death.
I've gone down my reading list and it looks like pretty much everybody I might have tenatively considered a potential ally is either dead or not talking anymore, with very few exceptions. This really sucks, but it doesn't really change my situation much, they would have had no reason to trust or help me anyways. Still, it just, it doesn't feel right.
And now for the really bad part: it's not just last week that's missing. There are lots of gaps in my memory now that weren't there before. I know for a fact some of those things were important, I knew Caged was going to take over, but it wasn't supposed to be for anywhere near this long. When I didn't take control back I started losing things, and all the most important knowledge I had, all of the strongest weapons I had in my mind, have faded away. I have no bargining chips anymore, no way through and no way out. I'm not an important peice in the game anymore, I'm just another pawn. Maybe that's all I ever was, but I don't even have any illusions about who I am now, and it's probably only a matter of time before good old Slender Man, or Phillip, or victim with a grudge, or one of any number of creatures of the night come to pick me off and be done with it.
I think I'm going to die this year, but I don't care. Because no matter how this goes down, no matter how I go down, I'm not going quietly.