Journeys

Author's note: While talking last night, Boyd sent us party music . Funny, right? Tap dancing was involved at some point as well.  And if I recall, Boyd said he liked cupcakes. OOG I'm starting to attach to this character, and it's gotten to the point where I actually feel excited when I see a message from our Chain in my inbox... so many talented people. Send help!!     When something notable happens, I'll switch from this to an actual label. I think it's good to write down your thoughts on the entire experience as a whole. A lot has happened, and a lot more is going to happen once Boyd enacts his plan. The chain has grown. I feel happy that we have this amount of people, and a small group established to rely on each other for emotional support. Nothing but positive emotions so far towards this experience. However, I do understand that this is an experience in the 'horror' genre - things are bound to go wrong, but h...

Author's note: I'll continue writing here. Might not post until things are talked about on Reddit. You know what? Since my posts are getting too long anyways, I might post whenever something significant happens.  Or post once every few days with new updates? Who knows at this point. FRESH BLOOD Two new members have accepted the invite to our party, and have joined our ranks. We are no longer the Five, but Seven.  A bunch of calls went out last night. Boyd said he had no responsibility in them, but said he understood what they meant.  We asked for hints, but he wouldn't budge. It was morse code, someone solved it. "I  C A N  S E E  Y O U". The question on whether or not they're watching all of us, or those who just got the call, is unknown to me.  OPPORTUNITY...MISSED? I called a phone number. A couple of times there was a tune from a Numbers station. A few times, on the other end of the line, I heard breathing. Loud  breathing. I could have at lea...

Author's note: not a lot has happened here, hence me grouping posts together. Since my path correlates to Boyd, I decided to write about only the things I'm experiencing that are related to this character, which may change in the future. Most of it focuses on an interaction and then commentary. Assume that the majority of these posts relating to the subject are in character. Due to the nature of these experiences, these posts will only tell one part of a many sided narrative. TRAGEDY On Monday, May 25th, members of the iConfidant's beta group received an email regarding the suicide of one of the Control members. Control members were then told to cease contact with Beta members while iConfidant got things sorted out. A few hours later, the group chain received this email: “ HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS ?” Yes. Yes we have. The chain responded, and pried for more information. However, the chain did not receive any response. AFTERMATH On Tuesday, May 26th, around 12 hours later, th...

Author's note: Aside from participating, I am not affiliated with the experience or its Creators. I am simply writing the blog as a memento/keepsake, and will update this page with a link to the next post on the subject. By signing up for this experience On Friday, May 22nd, five participants received an email from someone named Boyd: " CAN I PUT YOU ON A GROUP EMAIL WITH OTHER PEOPLE ITS TIME TO MEAT " Earlier in the week, the five of us either messaged or got messaged by him. Four of us are fresh in the eyes of The Powers that Be, and one of us a veteran.  After responding "Yes",  five of of us participants were sent a group email from this character. My own personal  " PROPHETS OF THE FORGOTTEN AN THE FORGOTTEN OF PROPHETS THE BELLY'S JUICE CURDS THEHAPPY RED IN TIME MAYBE JUST MAYBE IT MAY BE ALL WE THOUGHT IT WERE A TREE FELLED IN THE WOODS AND YOUR SCREAMS WERE HEARD HEARD A SCREAM CALL BACK CALLED BACK HELLO MOTHER WERE LOOKING FOR ROOF FUCK YOU ...

I’ve experienced many memories, more than words or actions will let on. Far more, far too many most that I remember are fond. Unique, like branches of trees: branches of sadness, grief, anger, fear, pain; branches of happiness, love, joy, peace. Ones that break apart, diverge, making more and more branches. Trees root themselves into soil, their roots carving paths into unforgiving darkness.

Drawn to these tides,  and the ocean of misery. Chant your songs of bleak melancholy.  Like the tides ebb and flow, rise and fall;  come closer towards the deep end, let your skeleton  rest your secrets are safe with me.  Your sails are growing tired, your hull has grown weary; Your ship will sink,  and with me you’ll forever be your secrets shall forever be safe with me.

Remember, even the fondest of memories can become bittersweet sorrows. May the strongest of drinks never fill  the emptiness that’s been left by the void.  Glittering tears on nights like tonight make these flames grow forever brighter. Remember the greatest of pains. Even the greatest of pains bring about great change. Remove your past, take on a new name. Remember, remember, remember your pain.