ID!

Alright, taking in account the money I spent on the night stay in the very questionable motel I have around 140$ left. I can't reach my sister for help, because it's kind of uncertain if she's even in this particular world.
It's at times like this that I hate multiple universes existing. It's like most things, only cool when to your own advantage.

I am thinking that perhaps my best bet would be to try finding Slenderman, in order to figure out how I could gain immortality again & find the person responsible for making me mortal.

This world will be perhaps quite difficult to get by in, mostly because depending on which world this is the government thinks of me as having been dead for the last 119 years.

If I'm not mistaken, I may know one person who can help me get a fake ID. I just have to cross my fingers that even a version of her exists in this world.

Vendetta!

There was a note taped to the mirror of my motel room bathroom this morning.

Have Fun!

I didn't recognize the handwriting, but I swear to god I will find a way to murder the person responsible.

I just had such a good thing going, you know. I want it back, I want to go back to reading blogs all day and stuff, being almost like a ruler of a domain, torturer of unwelcome visitors.

Although the last one I began to find mundane.

So someone wanted me mortal again, that is unfortunate. But I think that my experiences not only as a runner, but also a proxy & vivid fearblog reader could possibly work in my favor.

I can't win as a mortal though, that is clear. Also, I despise being mortal, it leads to uncertainty that I don't quite like one bit.

Sounds like my days of tedium are over though.

Rebirth!

Something weird has happened. Like something I'm still not sure what exactly happened.
For some strange reason, I'm human again. It was weird too, I just woke up back somewhere in the human world. God saying that just makes me cringe, not only because it sounds narmy to even say human world, but I find humans, dull. Being human, it's just such a meaningless existence, so boring.
And now I'm one of them. I noticed I was human when I couldn't access the godsway, that was my first clue.

The middle of the street was where I woke up, thank god it was the middle of the night or I could've died.

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Sorry, I just still don't get how this even occurred  What kind of cruel person would have the balls to turn me mortal. It's like turning Garfield into a Monday, just sick and wrong!

I had 200$ on me. Despite the fact that it has been decades, almost a century since I was human I still know a bit how the human world works and of course I've been observing and reading about it for quite some times. So it's not like it's a fish out of water kind of story, but it just blows.

Whoever did this to me was nice enough to leave me with 200$, but without any real record or identity the only place I could stay with would be a motel.

This just keeps getting better.
I'm gonna find whoever's responsible.

Just have to figure a few things out first!

Sleep!

My sister was a jerk as usual, I kind of hate her at this point. The only reason I even bother leaving the crossroads is because of her. Now I have no reason at all.

I suppose Slenderman is still a fun company, but I get lonely at times. The only reason he sticks around is because he owes me big after I helped him in some stupid game he was playing with the other fears.

Also the blog of this guy, Schrödinger has been deleted, what a shame now the world won't know how horrible this guy was. I felt like he was evil.

While technically a servant of the Mother of Snakes, I guess she understands that I have other matters to attend to.There are dozens times when I do take orders from the Mother, but for the most part I like being an observer of the universes and keeping the crossroads in tact. I also love to torture the people that come in here, not that the crossroads itself isn't doing a better job, but I like to help by being the occasional "trial".

Anyway, I've been reading more blogs as of late.

A New Fear Will Soon Be Born is a blog that took me a while to read. Fun blog I suppose about a former Martyr going up against something called the Game Master. I guess that's a new fear or fear-like entity. Also he is the ancestor of something called the Vision, which I also read about in No Cowards.

In other worlds, which to be fair is a nice play on words. As for the person, he's kind of a jerk or at least not the kind of person I'd like. I like awesome and calm people, like Knight.
Anyway this seems to be a blog about some sort of challenge by some guy named the Tale Weaver, who from what I can tell reading Game Time, used to be part of the Game Master's tournament, until he made a deal with him to become the Tale Weaver, his name was Malachai Dewitt or something.

Anyway, I think this should suffice as an update on this blog, now it's time to find someone to sleep with to help me with my boredom. I hate being bored, it doesn't suit me, I have to be doing something all the time.