February 12th, 2011.
10:05 am
I find myself alone. A deep gray fog covers the entire forum. I do not know what it is that lurks in this bleak wasteland, but it is evil. I can sense it, feel it in my very bones. My badges, they all shudder and tremble as if their very existence is threatened. I have never had them all warn me before. I fear something terrible is about to happen.
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11:12 am
Hours of searching have led me to believe something of cataclysmic importance has happened here. This place is death, there is nothing here but the remains of those that came before. I have found trinkets, precious memories left behind by those that came before me, but so far not a single poster remains. Where have they gone? I have stumbled upon another diary, perhaps it provides some insight to what has transpired here.
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12:00 pm
I cannot seem to find my way out of Off-topic. While I wait for this fog to settle, I shall read this diary incase it has answers. At least it will give me something to do until I can figure out how to get back to Gaming Discussion. The journal has been a dark tale so far, one full of foreboding and prophesy. A tortured soul living in fear of a legend I know only in my nightmares. It is my continued hope that this man was nothing but a paranoid individual, for the secrets contained within would shake these forums to their very core. It is getting harder to read however as light is beginning to fade. The fog is growing thicker, and the malevolence I sensed before is now a thick wet blanket heavily laying upon my shoulders. There is a nameless terror in me, and I am seeing shapes in the fog. Perhaps I should have locked the door.
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12:45 pm
This is madness! It cannot be yet it is! The creatures this diary spoke of,"The Suspenders." They exist! I would not believe had I not seen them with my own eyes. Just minutes ago I poked my head out of the door to attempt to peer through the thick fog that has devoured the area. The previous diary had startled me far more then I anticipated. I had thought it a joke upon concluding it, seeing as it's author's final moments of exasperation were placed upon the page. Upon leaving my place of exile, I still found myself haunted by the things the journal spoke of and jumped at even the slightest hint of movement in the fog. And then finally I saw it. A poster, someone with a high post count, seized by some creature of darkness lurking amongst the thick translucent film floating in the air. He struggled but there was nothing to be done. My badges shook like crazy, the man screamed for help, and I stood paralyzed in fear. In seconds it was over, all returned to the murky silence that had prevailed before. Yet even now, huddling in a darkened corner of the forum, I feel a shadow has followed me, found me! It's eyes have now fixated their gaze upon their prey, and I am helpless to avert them.
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1:26 Pm
I have decided. I will not stay here in fear. My imagination has conjured up some foul beast from the depths that does not exist. Surely my mind was playing tricks on me in the dark mist, the solitude and bleakness of the situation merely got to me. I have heard nothing in the past forty minutes. It was all an imagined fear, once this fog is gone and the posters returned, I shall laugh and make light of my cowardice. Yet if this is true, why do my legs tremble in fear? Why does my heart pound so? I feel as if to leave is death, yet I cannot stay here. So, I have decided. I will leave. I am leaving these two diaries here. I will put them behind me, so my mind does not again turn to their pages for beasts and phantoms to mold out of the shadows. I will return for them later when this all has abated. I leave this small room now for the larger world, and I am sure that no harm will befall me.