Report #10 2012, October 21st
Forming a Plan.

Since Twitch is dead I have lost my database, that is bad. I am literally in a dead end right now, I have no plan. But today I remembered something, we were followed and shot at, by someone, who is in their right state of mind, as weird as that sounds, that is true, they used a gun, a very complicated gun non the less.

So my plan for now is to find who ever tried to assassinate me and Twitch, obviously they want something, I need to find them, but how? Well first off try and located a rooftop from which we've been shot at, try and look for something useful up there. I'm going to drive into that location tomorrow.

Going to be hard to fall asleep, knowing I'm all alone in this van, just in case I'm going to put this report on hold, who knows what can happen during the night.

Report #10 put on hold...

Report #10 Continued

There goes my plans for a good night sleep, he's right there, in the back window of my van, starring at me, I right back at him, not gonna get any sleep tonight.

Report #10 Put on hold...

Report #10 Continued

WELL THIS IS SOMETHING FUCKING NEW!

Me just sitting there, starring at the big fuck, out of fucking nowhere I get clubbed in the head, apparently while I was starring at it, one of he's lackeys, or proxies as people like to call them, got into my car from the front door, how did he do that? Well I presume he opened the window silently, apparently I didn't close it util the end, sloppy mistake on my part. But the mother fuck made a mistake as well, I for one took too many clubs to the head in my life, he didn't hit me hard enough and he hit me in the wrong area, he hit me over the head, when in reality you have to hit in the neck (Nervous system and shit). Apparently he tried to find something in my Van, a flash drive that Twitch had left (I didn't know of it's existence until the fuck started looking for it). What was surprising to see is that the big guy had left, I didn't care, I grabbed my gun and pointed to the little punks head, that's when he started pissing he's pants. Started begging me to forgive him, told me he was new to this whole thing, he started spewing some bullshit saying that IT promised him salvation, you may judge me harshly for my next move, but I shot him, point blank, no emotions at all, he was one of them, he wasn't hypnotized, he was in he's right state of mind, and he was helping IT, helping IT kill innocent people, he was guilty, punishment was supposed to be made. This is war, no one gets spared in a war. If I would let him go, he would try to take me out later, or endanger someone else, maybe Twitch's relatives, since there's info about them on that flash drive, I couldn't allow that. I'm no judge and jury, but someone has to be the janitor, I guess I'm that janitor.

Threw he's body out in the nearby forest, wiped the blood off and drove off, in a different location right now. As I was driving away I could see dark tentacles reaching out from the debts of the forest, dragging the body deeper into the forest, didn't pay much attention to that.

I'll post the contents of the flash drive that do not say anything about Twitch's relatives, apparently Twitch has been hiding some info from me. For now I gotta rest.

Report #10 Ended.

Report #9 2012, October 20th
The whole story.

Sorry, I couldn't post two days ago, something came up...in short I won't be seeing Twitch anymore. He was a good kid, oh well can't mourn he's death, might end up like him.

From here on now I'm going to write the whole story, all the details I could not reveal, starting from the day I entered Lithuania. Since Twitch is dead, no one will remind me of who I am, or what I was doing, if I ever get amnesia again. This is going to be a long report.

Lets start with the day I entered Lithuania, under what purpose did I do that. Well I'm a KGB agent, believe me, or not I don't care. USSR was about to build their own Power Plant, but after the events in Chernobyl, out of fear, they sold the Power Plant to Lithuania, one agent was dispatched to keep an eye on things, if any threat of explosion is shown, I was ordered to report it back to my officials and from there on they would burn all the files that the Power Plant was originally created by them, to avoid the blame. From there on I was sent to Lithuania, town of Visaginas where the Power Plant was built, I spent at least 5 years looking after that the Power Plant, the day when the fire began is the day when everything had started. I had to investigate what caused the fire and was it of any threat to the Power Plant, but I didn't go there only once, I went there several times, about ten days I spent digging trough the local police files, or fire fighter database, during all these times I would also visit the burnt area to investigate, see if I can find anything of interest. Suffice to say I didn't find anything. One day I would start by daily routine as always, dig trough some files and go to the burnt area, but that day was different, that day is when it all would start. I walked trough the burnt area ad then I saw it, standing in the distance, blending in with the burnt trees, I couldn't really see it, but I had the feeling of trouble whenever I would look at it, that feeling felt like it was as if a thousand of souls were tortured at the same time. I followed it, thinking it was just a person wandering around a crime scene (Just like me), the second I got there the person disappeared, which is weird since all this time while I was running towards the person, I never took my eyes off of him, and he never moved, but while I was running I blinked, so I thought he disappeared during that time, but that was impossible, later on I would find out that it was no person.

Time passed and I realized that it was following me, I would see it everywhere, I wasn't afraid, I was acting professional about it, I thought it must have been another agent from a different country, or something. Anyway, I had to get away, lay low, so I retreated to my summer house which I bought there for just such occasions. You know how well that went, after that I had to contact my "Friends" which were my officials, they gave me a safe house to live in outside of the town, while they would look for my stalker. Of course they didn't find anyone, so about after a week of searching they kicked me out and told me to keep doing my job and stop coming up with stories to slack off. So I decided to deal with my stalker myself, this is where I spent the night in my apartment with all the cameras and guns, you know how well that turned out as well. When the authorities found 3 dead bodies in my apartment, they immediately blamed it on my alliance name which I used for cover in Lithuania. My officials found out about it, they thought I was compromising the whole mission, in their understanding they thought I went insane, so they dispatched several agents to take me out, I was not stupid I knew that they would do exactly that after they would find out I killed three people. I had to get out of there, but before doing that I had to visit the burnt area again, to see if I can find any clues. That's when I found the big pipe and had another encounter with that thing, after that I fled the country and have been going around the world, trying to find a way to dispose of it up until this day.

As for Twitch, I met him when I helped him get away from that thing, It was following him too, I found out he was really good with computers and could hack and all that stuff, so he became my database. I won't tell he's story in detail, I don't want to keep the memory of him, it will get me distracted.

So that is my story, now you know.

On a side note, I listened to the audio, I'm going to keep it to myself for now, if I find it important I will upload it.

Report #9 Ended.

Report #8 2012 October 19th
Trouble

Just woke up in my Van, have no recollection of what had happened to me, first signs of amnesia. Frightening part is that Twitch is not in the Van, I'm all alone here right now. I think I won't be seeing him no more, I'm starting the engine and driving away. Amnesia symptoms started for a reason, I started caring, got too all friendly with Twitch at some point, well not making that mistake again. Twitch is gone and he's gone for good. I'll move to a different location, read all of my previous reports and see if I can remember anything, also I have my recorder with me, there's something recorded on it, I'll give it a listen and if I see it fit, I'll upload it.

Today I'm willing to tell everything about me, amnesia is no joke, first time in so many years I had it, I can not afford to forget everything I had learned.

Report #8 Put on hold...

Report #8 Ended.

Report #7 1.5
I didn't say anything!

What the fuck! Twitch is being led into a trap! I didn't say shit! Only now I got out of that fucking warehouse! And only now did I get the fucking laptop which he hid! He is being led into a trap, or has already been led into it!

No van, no supplies, no twitch, no ammo, FUCKING HELL!

Report #7 1.5 put on hold...

Message #2:

This is Twitch, Incognito messaged me, he's alive, he told me to pick him up at the place we agreed where we should meet, if something like this happened, only he and I know that we agreed on meeting in that place. He told me to pick him up at 16:30 today...I don't know why at 16:30, why not immediately, but I never question him, he has he's tactics, I don't, so I follow he's.

Better get prepared.

Message #1:

This is Twitch, Incognito never came back from he's journey to the Warehouse, I hid the laptop like he asked, only where he knows, if he is still alive he will message me, but somehow I have doubts. If in time of three days he won't message me, he is dead, and this blog shuts down.

-Twitch

Report #7 2012, October 15th.
Target.

Whole fucking Sunday was busy as fuck, once Twitch got enough sleep, I had to wake him up and make him start looking for information on anyone who would like to target us. I saw him, sitting there, working, he was going trough all these blogs, so many victims, so many mind games, I had no idea, but at this point, I didn't give a fuck. On top of all that we were being tracked, obviously not manually, seeing as they always seem to know where we are, and I would have been able to notice a trail long time ago, their doing it technically, that's when I asked Twitch to look for some unusual sources near by, something out of the ordinary. That's when he found it, a Wi-Fi connection, username of which was 9/06, that was our tracker, he was near by, in this town, how do I know it was him, those fucking numbers, that's how I know. We were able to track the connection, now I was sure it was our tracker, it was coming from a warehouse that looked like abandoned, tough I'm not sure. Tomorrow I will check it out, I will be taking my audio recorder with me, first time I do that, need to keep every detail in check. No cameras, it seems to love cameras.

Report #7 Put on hold...

Report #7 Continued.

Continuing from where I left off.

So I drove away after that incident in the forest, I was on the run now, I had no friends, my family was already long gone, I was all alone. Back then I didn't understand that it was for the best, now I do. And that's practically where my story ends, later there were countless horrific encounters with that thing, basically my long run of survival. I can't upload the survival part in more detail, seeing as I can't tell, otherwise I will have to reveal many top secret info. For now I will keep it to myself, if I manage to survive my journey into that warehouse, then I might reveal everything. Somehow I have a feeling I won't care about my info by that time. Alright gotta go off, patrolling the warehouse, studying it, looking for any possible exits, ambushes and other things. They don't know we are here, we jammed our signal.

I will go early in the morning tomorrow, don't know how much time I will be there, told Twitch that if I don't get out after 8 hours, I'm dead. Only request I asked him was for him to leave this laptop somewhere, hide it, outside, so if I do manage to get out, but am too late, I will try to message him.

Welp, wish me luck guys.

Report #7 Ended.