Saturday, February 5, 2011

The Verdict: Razor is batshit. + edit: Code help?

EDIT: Go read the bottom of this post.

Chester here. Razor decided he'd had enough fun "playing with you cute little spitfires" and left. Through the door. he came in through the BATHROOM WINDOW. That thing is less than half a metre square! Not to mention that the kid is a freaking PSYCHOPATH. A fucking LUNATIC. he shut himself in our study and we didn't hear ANYTHING from him for three hours so we were just sitting there watching the door for ages and then we tried the handle and it was UNLOCKED and Razor was sitting on the floor reading a James Patterson novel, looking actually NORMAL and then he started TALKING again and every single thing that kid said was completely and utterly insane.

Sorry. Feeling kinda angry. Had to get it all out of my system. Here's a sample of the kind of thing he said:

"The stars, look at the stars, you pulled stars from the sky and make them yours, the lights, they're beautiful, like the sky and trees and Him, how he is beautiful, stretching out his arms to offer salvation to us damned, you are the damned, I will offer you ascension, (speaking to Vivi as opposed to talking to himself now) I will allow you to join the glorious ranks of the saved, leave flesh and blood and love behind, let him break (talking to me now) for you will break, for alone you are nothing, you are weak divided divide and conquer divide and conquer divide and conquer divide and conquer divide and conquer-"

He stopped for a while then went "I'm bored of playing with you cute little spitfires. Later." Then he ran out the door. he also said a whole lot of stuff about the other bloggers which basically did nothing but make both of us want to strangle him. Not only is he a psychopath and obviously not all there in the head, he's also the most annoying person I have ever met.

I hope the next proxy who tries to climb through one of our windows enjoys the little surprise we've left for them. It's a waste of perfectly good paint and also perfectly good cooking oil, not to mention the barbed wire, but you can't see it from the outside and I do not envy the next person to try climbing in through one of our windows.


EDIT: Vivi here. We received an odd email just now. There was no email address in the from bar, just some nonsense numbers. The email was as follows:





It's in code. I have no idea what it means. It's a whole lot of repeated numbers (never 1, and never more than four) separated by slashes and hyphens. We think the hyphens might mean "space" or the start of a new word and the slashes may mean that the AMOUNT of numbers is important. so 3 means something different to 33, and 333 means something else to them both.




  1. Hello, nice to meet you both. I hope you're both safe and taking care of yourselves. Genevieve posted on my blog and I'm trying to learn more about other people. Are you okay? Is there anything I can do to help?

    Sorry if this is a horrible introduction, but it's all I can think of to say.

  2. We're fine, ma'am. We take care of ourselves pretty well, considered all that's happened. We're fine for the moment- Razor's attack was...unnerving but did no lasting damage.

    Also, we just received a weird email, so expect an edit to the above post shortly.


  3. I'm still looking through codes, but thus far I have not been able to decode it. Hex code, BASE64, DEC / CHAR, and various other codes have all failed to translate it. I'll keep looking for codes, but thus far, I have nothing.


  4. Thanks, Scott. We're doing what we can to attempt to decode it as well, but neither of us are any good at this sort of thing...Last time I wrote a message in secret code, it was Year 7, nearly 10 years ago...


  5. I got it! I don't know, it occurred to me, try your cell phone if you have one! The numbers coordinate- I looked it up on google and it sounds about right.

    The 9 done three times equals "y", so if you translate all of the first word, it equals, "you".

    ...I think this might work. And if it does, hopefully it'll help. I'll try to figure the rest out and see if it coordinates properly.

  6. Cathy, you genius. I think you might be right.

    if only we had a cellphone with a standard keypad (Chester's phone has a QWERTY keyboard and mine is a touch screen) then we could decode it...TO GOOGLE IMAGES!


  7. "you are no longer safe.

    you are dangerous to be permitted to live.

    consider me an enemy.

    love and kisses

    two face"

    I...I'm sorry. I think this is bad news and I hate to break it to you two. I hope you're as safe as you think. If you need me to do anything, just say and I'll try to help. Take care of yourselves.

  8. Ah. It's one of the proxies from the shed. The one we think might be a Revenant. I guess she's trying to creep us out by sending menacing messages in code. Narmy ones, as well. "Consider me an enemy" Uhhh...duh.

    Well, there frankly isn't much you can do. We're in New Zealand, an entirely different continent. It was very kind of you to offer to do so, however, and that is helpful in itself.

    We promise to take care of ourselves. You try to do so too, please.


  9. Okay, it's good that you know of the source so you aren't in the dark. I'll try to stay safe. Thank you for the encouragement.

  10. No problem, ma'am. In these dark times, everyone needs encouragement.

    Oh, we know of the source. They kinda kidnapped me earlier this week and Vivi came to rescue me and managed to down one of them but it was three against one and they just kept kicking her and kicking her and I was all RAR and went all unstoppable rage on them. How, I'm not sure. I am normally very bad at getting angry. Not one of my strong points...