Before I begin, I should tell you what I am. Not who but what. I serve what you people call the Slender Man. I've been in Its service since I was sixteen. Four years. A few month ago, It made me an offer. An offer to become more than human. A Demi-God known as an Enhanced.
It hurt. I almost died during my Enhancement. But I rose afterward, stronger than before. Strong enough to fulfill my duties. To quote that one super hero, I'm the best at what I do, and what I do ain't nice. I kill under the orders of Slender Man. I don't enjoy. I'm not a psychopath who gets a sick thrill out of murder. I do it because it's my job.
Last night, I was assign to execute a teenage boy. He was on his laptop. I took his laptop, and beat him with it. I left after I made sure his pulse had stopped. I kept the laptop. It's still in relatively good condition, so I figured it might sell for a decent amount once I clean off the bloodstains.
That was the plan, but I don't know if there's any tech stores in... where ever I am. How do I describe this place? Orange skies, purple clouds, checkered ground, and there was a talking bat earlier. Said this was the board that the game was taking place on. There can only be one winner- one survivor. I have to kill the other competitors. I'm aloud to team up if I want, but it won't matter much, since I'll have to kill them all anyway. I didn't enjoy killing before, and I doubt I'll start now.
I figured I might as well make use of the computer, so I figured I'd start this thing to keep track of what happens, and to hopefully inform my associates of what's happening with me. I'll be going now. The game awaits.
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