Working The Line

I thought I was fully recovered, but New York took a little more out of me than I expected. Actually, maybe it is the loss of my robot. I have searched all over my work shop and in the trailer. I looked out in the barn. Nothing. Maybe they took her. What would they want with a half finished robot?

Jules pestered me back to reality. I am focused again. Jules, you mean the world to me.

So this video here, this was the line outside. Strange, is it not? People standing in the rain waiting to get in? I just hope I was not too late.

If they took her… sorry, thinking about my robot again but… If they took her, maybe I should… Actually, I am a little scared to look for her. Imagine how adanced their technology may have become. If I go back out on the property, I may want to arm myself this time.

My head is still a little foggy, I am going to take another nap. Wait, it is late. It is dark out. I guess I should just go to bed. It is so hard to keep track any more. Maybe it is them, maybe they are making me sleep.

The End of The Line

I still have not made it out to explore my property yet. I have been resting up. Jules started getting the videos setup while I was asleep. This first one was recorded before the Nintendo event began. I do not understand what mind game has all of these people tricked into patiently waiting outside in the cold and wet. I told them, I told them all about the Mushroom Men.

Now that I am refreshed, I should have all of the new videos on this hypertext site very quickly. I can not express what an amazing treasure my Niece has been to me over the course of all of this. These young minds grasp technology so much more quickly than those of us with a few years of life experience holding us back.

I must say, even well rested and refreshed, even with the brilliant hope of a brighter day tomorrow – I have a tremendous weight inside my chest. I can not put into words this deep feeling of loss radiating from inside of me. It is like holding a thousand pound heart under my ribs. Each beat is a thud that pushes my shoulders apart and closes off the back of my throat. I collapsed and cried this morning. My robot project seems to be missing.

Back From New York City

At Times Sqare in New York City 3

At Times Sqare in New York City 2

At Times Sqare in New York City 1

I am back from New York City. Manhatten is unlike any other place in the world. Like any other city, you are surrounded with bricks and concrete. But, I have never been in a city so crowded. Walking down the streets, I saw all kinds of faces that I am not used to. There were people from all around the world, buzzing around me like bees.

I am, once again, very tired. However, I am feeling better than I did when I returned from PAX. I was able to spread the word to more people, many of whom were very receptive.

The above photographs are proof that I was at Times Square warning the world of what is coming. With Jules’ help, I will post the last of our photographs and some more video as well. Before that, I need to rest. It has also been a long time since I studied my property. I feel the need to go exploring again. I have been gone so long, what have they been doing while I am away?

I Must Venture Among The Non Believers

I have only just now fully recovered from my quest at PAX and another quest lies before me. I must attend the “Nintendo World Party” in New York City. Randy pointed me there and it seems like the same gathering of non believers. I know that I must go and spread the word. Jules and I will be on our way soon.

I have just discovered the world wide web server for Red Fly. What I read there frightened me. I have no time to confront them on this front. I must make my way to New York. Oh, but mark my word, I will deal with them when I return. I can only hope I will find Dead Fly there at the World Party. World? Why is it called that? Take over the world part???

No time, no time. Spread the word, tell everyone! You know, now you must act. If we do not stop this, who will? Do you understand? Do you?

Dead Fly or Red Fly or Something

I spent all morning searching for “Dead Fly” on the hypertext internet. I found interesting things, but not what I was looking for. It is RED Fly. I realized this as I was preparing to post this message and share this video footage of the fools behind the charade. Look at the way they looked me in the face and lied! But yes, I am so distracted this morning by dead flies. I should be looking for RED flies. Why red? What does that mean?

I have work to do, much research. I have been spending so much time researching on the interwebs that I have not been documenting my property. And still, I feel this strong urge to get out there and confront these dead fly people again. Where are they?

Mushrooms Are Real

This is more real than I ever imagined. I have discovered Myconids, a race of intelligent roughly humanoid fungus! I do not understand what this Dungeons and Dragons is. I have reinforced my discovery with more evidence from something called an Urban Dictionary. That is not even the most frightening part. During my searching on Google, I found hundreds of illustrations and photos of them! There are so many kinds! How did no one know about this? When did this happen before? So many questions.

I must apologize for this video as I got a little distracted. I am on a mission, but I am human. Still, I thought Randy would appreciate it. She should be a robot, should she not?

More videos are coming. I think Jules said we are about halfway through the video we captured. I must go back out into the public. I must find out where these people are gathering again and confront them.

Why Are They Zombies?

The more I look at the videos from PAX, the more I understand why I was so very tired. Look at them. LOOK AT THEM! They do not understand how important this is. They are zombies.

I spent several hours today reading the Wikipedia research tool. The most profound information I discovered was an article on Matango along with a video of Matango. It is a fictional movie, but like so many myths, perhaps it is based on some truth. Perhaps this is not the first time something like this has happened? Matango was retitled, “Attack of The Mushroom People”. Very disturbing.

I must learn more.

Back And More Serious Than Ever

I am rested. While sitting by the water this afternoon, I reached into my pocket for my pocket knife. Instead, I found the tiny slingshot I picked up so many days ago. As I studied this weapon, I realized that just how serious this all really is. I feel reinvigorated.

Jules and I are working to share all of the videos from PAX. So many non-believers. Shun the non-believers! We must get the word out. We have more video. We will keep them coming. I must continue my research.

I Am So Very Tired

Centering Myself

I have been sleeping a lot since my return from PAX. So many people, so much excitement. I have to spread the word, but at what cost? I am not built for dealing with large groups of people. I am drained. Even now, I am having trouble thinking clearly. I am tired, and I am also confused. People seem to think this is some kind of joke or game. Yes, they kept telling me that it is a game.

A Stuffed Mushroom

For now, I need to rest. Jules, thank you for helping me with the photographs and video from PAX. I feel I am letting the world down. I never knew I would have to spend so much of myself at PAX just to get people to listen to me. I can do this. I must do this. For today, I must regain my energy. I may take the dogs down to the lake and pretend that none of this ever happened for the day.

To my followers who are here and writing me messages, I am here and I will respond. For now, please pray for my mind. I fear I may not be able to do this alone. Thank you for support. We are in this together.

I can still see it all now, the rush of the lights, the cameras, the people telling me I am crazy. I saw them there, all around me. The mushrooms were there on the TV screens, on posters, on signs.

Mushroom Men ON TV

I do not understand how the Mushroom Men are infiltrating so many minds. Am I the only one who is immune? I feel so tired. Are they getting to me too?

I can not type any more. I must rest. Jules, if you have the time, please come check on me.

Fools of the World!!!

Yes! I do not know if it is only my land, or in other people’s gardens and garage’s. Swarms of them. An army of thousands. Armed! I knew it. Oh I knew. I have to tell the world. I need to get the word out fast to those who will listen. Those that know or think they know. Others have seen the proof.

Sylvana, you have had unexplainable things in your garden. YOU MUST LOOK CLOSER! Look at my photographs, do you have any of these things in your yard? Your dog, is she harmed? Have more plants moved overnight? Ha ha! YES!! The time is now!