Back to Business...

Alright, so now that we're done with that and we're still alive, the big question on everyone's mind, which I've been refusing to answer because... I dunno, suspense? Because I can't legitimately justify such a STUPID course of action to you people? Whatever. Fuck it. I did it because I could. Because I knew nobody else would do it and some weird part of me just HAD TO KNOW what would happen. Oh... and of course, I did it for the lulz. Because as I have explained numerous times now, given the situation we find ourselves in, we need every cheap laugh we can get. So, you know... You're Welcome. I just risked my life for your amusement. You'd have better laughed your fucking asses off.

Carrying on from there... there has actually been some greater method to my madness as of late. Sort of an extension to my last four experiments. A uniting theme as it were. I was trying to test the Construct's perceptions regarding "toys." Children's playthings. Basically trying to emulate the qualities of a younger person and how they might react to the Construct, given a more innocent nature. Can't say for sure how I feel about the results but... it was something at least.

I guess the theory was something to do with the idea that he protects children... though that could be attributed to the instinctual nature of a territorial predator eliminating its competition... or at the very least seems to simply watch over them more often than take them. At least until they grow up. That seems to be the more common story as of late anyways. Or at least the one you'd get from the blogs... most runners seem to have had early life experiences with the Construct, but were spared or otherwise left alone, and then the hauntings return as they enter adulthood. This may not be universally the case however, so I may be drawing the wrong conclusions, but despite the original myths, I just don't hear about attacks on children very often anymore. Perhaps we just haven't run across those rare six year old bloggers yet? Well... kids are getting iPhones by preschool these days, so I'm sure it's only a matter of time before that becomes a thing. I can't wait to see the cryptic proxies trying to compete with people on an Actual third grade spelling level.

Ahh... think I hit a tangent somewhere...

Anyways, the idea being that perhaps if we responded to the Construct in a more childlike nature, he would perceive us as children again and leave us the fuck alone. Still a stupid idea, but an idea. Perception is Key and all that, so lets toy with perceptions. With Toys. The only problem I'm left facing is the distinct feeling that he's just toying back with me. Hard to say. When you're dealing with an element whose very existence is tied to the "Unknown" it becomes impossible to really predict or fully understand the nature of the beast. Not that that's going to stop us from trying.

Which brings me back to experiment one in this particular set. Which, I shall now point out, was NOT the redlight stunt. I kind of kept this one under wraps because I wasn't sure how to respond to it and was generally weirded out by the whole ordeal so I just didn't want to talk about it. But given everything else that's happened in the last two weeks I guess it's not that big a deal now so... here we go...


This instance occurred in the same location as the water gun experiment, but on the day prior to said experiment taking place. Actually, it was the first day I saw the Construct there. I had been sitting around with one of those cheap plastic bouncing balls of thereabouts basketball size, just waiting for him. When I spotted him, I approached, ball at the ready, and when I came within a certain distance and was certain I had his attention, I tossed the ball at him. I had expected that he would either do nothing, letting the ball bounce harmlessly off of him and continue staring at me blankly... Or that he would smack the ball away before it reached him, presumably with a tentacle or something.

Instead... He caught it.

It took a moment or two for this to fully register with me. I hadn't expected him to play along with the "game" as it were. But given that he had... I held out my arms and smiled, in a sort of "Okay, your turn" gesture. There was something of a pause in which I thought he wasn't going to do anything... and then he tossed it back to me. Not forcefully as though in annoyance, nor weakly as though he didn't care, but with an almost deliberate, practiced level of control. I caught it with ease and found myself pausing again to consider this. And then I threw it back to him. Held out my arms again and he threw it back.

This continued for the span of thereabouts fifteen minutes. I think I might have started giggling at some point.

Then without any real warning, I suddenly found him standing a mere two feet away from me. Once again, this type of movement caused me to freeze up for a moment before I registered it as having occurred. I looked up at him a bit nervously, not sure what to expect. He handed me back the ball... patted me on the head... and then he turned around and walked away, disappearing a moment later.

I think I must have spent another fifteen minutes just standing there trying to figure out what the fuck just happened and how. And then I ran back to my hotel and tried not to think about it too much.

I point out once more that we were not alone in the park. In fact, I'm pretty sure I watched a couple pass by right behind the Construct while we were passing the ball back and forth. No one ever noticed him or responded in a manner one would assume a person who just saw a tall faceless man playing ball would react. It was fucking surreal.

And I honestly still don't know what to think of it. I'm totally at a loss. Either he's fucking with me or... or I don't even know what. Draw your own conclusions...