Der Großmann-more sightings.

Besides moving to a new place, I've been stuck in the archives for two weeks.  Almost literally, there was a very confusing intradimensional rift that kept turning me around in circles.  Fortunately, I'm always prepared for such an event...I carry a crowbar.

But, while I was back there, I found a couple more note books filled with the mad hand of others who had searched beyond the veil and found only terror, or at least found something that turned their hand writing to chicken scratch.

Most of the writing I found looks like it was done in the wrong hand and in the dark.  Then smudged and buried in soft peat.  But I did find some photos.

Not creepy at all...

 This one is easier to spot than others.  I think it was done on purpose, but since the journal looks like it was in the mud and rain for a few days, no way of telling where or why the photo was snapped.  The photo was in better condition, disturbingly so given the quality of its accompanying notes. 

Outlined terror for your benefit.

I would take a guess that this one was of the stairway, and the Slenderman was just in the background, lurking.  There were several other photos of similar woods, but no sign of Slendie.

Another one that's hard to spot.  This time, this was tucked in a history book from 1965.  No names in the book, and two (maybe three) 'USED' stickers on it.  My guess is that this was being carried by who owned the book exactly because it was OF Slenderman.  Dr. Jones will have no part of Slenderman and refuses to even say his name.  Obviously, this is something I need to dig into more.

Now with more contrast!

...And outlined.

I sure hope it leads to a glimpse of the unspeakable madness beyond the veil of the stars.

Sketch book: More ESS members.

Look, more members!

Rather, new sketches of ESS members.

This is Krystal, "Zaku" and Ali W.

This is Rushstone the gargoyle.  Dr. Jones brought him back on a trip to Scotland a year or so ago.

He's nice, in a curmudgeon kind of way and likes to talk about how things were "back in his day."

Sketch book: random

Last week, the Puppet Kitchen finished a six week build on Master Peter's Puppet Show for the Castleton Festival in Virginia.  I, sadly, was not going on the road with the show.  But it means I do have some time in the day to play video games get work done.  

So, here's a sketchbook page from when I was reading The Tempest:

And this one has a story attached to it:

 You see, Emily (of the Puppet Kitchen) had a friend who was working on a film.  his job was being the Walken Wrangler during a shoot in Central Park.  Which is exactly what it sounds like.  He kept Christopher Walken in line.  So, lunch was called, and Walken opens the door to his trailer, dressed in only shoes and a bathrobe:  "Get the car.  I have to shit."

"Mr. Walken, the toilets are right over-"

"No.  I don't shit in the park.  Get.  The.  Car."

The car was retrieved, Walken gets in and they begin to drive.  Passing one of the fountains, Walken calls for a stop.  He gets out of the car, walks into the fountain, hikes up his robe, and slowly lowers himself into the water.  Right up to his nose.  And then just sits there.

"Mr. Walken?  Sir?  Sir!?  Mr. Walken?  Chris?  Please don't poop in the fountain!  Mr. Walken!?"  Naturally, when your job is only to keep Christopher Walken from being fucking insane, something like this puts the fear of unemployment in your mind.

Twenty minutes later: Walken gets up, steps out of the fountain, streaming water, calm as you please.

"Alright.  Now let's go.  I gotta find a toilet."

"But...Mr. Walken, you just spend all of lunch in the fountain shitting."

"No!  I told you before; I don't shit in the park.  For lunch, I was a turtle."

Seriously.  This happened.

I live.

Yeah, I'm alive again.  It's been sort of rough being me the past few weeks.  I'm working in a puppet studio called The Puppet Kitchen baking puppets before I go to my strength-sapping night job.

IN THE MEANWHILE:

1.  I'm going to start working more on the ESS related comics.  At work.  Being a bad worker.
2.  Mr. Tep wanted me to alert the masses that he is on Twitter and the downfall of man should be any day now he's quite pleased with it.  So, Mr. Tep will be updating that and I'll try to get a Twitter page or something.
3.  I'm gonna be working on small hand-crafted bits and bobs related to some of the blog posts and selling them on N. Tep Enterprises' Etsy page.  So to share: here's a prototype for the Bad-luck Dæmons that will be up there soon enough.  It's about two inches long.

That's all for now.  Sorry, all two of you who check this, that posts have been sporadic.  Myself and Ali W. have been busy with the ESS, jobs, life in general and an underwhelming supply of cider.

Scotland.

Wow, that took a while.
We had an outbreak of pixies in the library and were a bit tied up with that.
Here're the Scotland photos I promised:

Fleshmarket Close

This was our first stop. Mr. Tep insisted that we walk through Fleshmarket Close upon our arrival. I checked with Dr. Jones on that one, he said it was probably a good idea. Edinburgh worries me a little.

World's End Close

We check out World's End Close too, it was were the city's boundary used to be when it was walled and medieval. It was neat, and have a good pub, but no leads as far as Vladimir and Kraus.

Foundation of a workshop.

We had a Scottish ESS member meet us at the World's End Tavern and exchanged info. he told us a good place to look right near Flesh Market Close. It was were the Scottish ESS records placed a Vladimir and Kraus workshop. Apparently, it was destroyed when some machine of theirs backfired...

Sir Walter Scott Memorial

Ahh, the giant Gothic Sir Walter Scott memorial. We climbed this the first day in Scotland. It was great for getting a look around. It was also one of the things E had to do for Mr. Tep. Yeah, None of us got it either.

Tombs, also sandwiches.

I just thought it was cool they turned a sepulcher into a cafe.

Nerd.

Irik HAD to. HAD. TO. Stop to get this photo. See, there's a show called Doctor Who, BBC sci-fi. Main character flies around time and space in a big blue police phone box. So, yeah. He had to.

Also a nerd.

And the E had to get in on the action. Part of his assignment fro Mr.Tep was trying to find doors to Edinburgh Below. There was so much disappointment when the door to the blue box was locked.

On the Old Man of Storr.

Let me break it down for you: It rains in Scotland. All the time.
Irik and E decided we should try and truck up to the Old Man of Storr through this creepy forest. It started pouring buckets the second we passed through the first bit of forest. We got soaked. I punched Irik.

Arthur's Seat.

And the last day in Edinburgh. We trucked up Arthur's Seat, a mountain by the Queen's Scottish palace. Dr. Jones and Mr. Tep insisted there was something worthwhile on the top. I found a cool rock, that was about it.