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Hi.
CJ here. The internet has been coming and going meaning it's harder and harder to post our findings. /S/ is still f 44 21 36 87 92round with that Blade thing. We aren't sure why we haven't seen the Giant. In the last post, I mentioned a battery of sorts, using the Black Gloop -- Remember? Well, turns out the stuff can explode, or is at least really bloody flammable, and is reall22 33 99 10 08 12 20 20 20 44, anyway we're really having difficulty with the c

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I'll update you all soon
with love,
CJ <3

[UPDATE!]

So first off we're trying out this cool speech-to-text thing.

Secondly, /S/ wanted to show off the Blade. He says it c00 98 73 37 01 10 44 101100

what.[?] yeah, I'm just using the S T T think. it seems to be hay[closest word error?], just has some grandma errors. oh you have the knife worked out? sure I'll update hen all late her.

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Days and days have gone by. Almost twenty. It's not been here. The Tall Man has been utterly absent, giving us more time to experiment. Interestingly, the substance that the Giant has "given off" seems to have a possible use - mild electromagnetic radiation is emitted by large enough quantities.


- Perhaps enough to power a small-scale nuclear battery? Despite not being present, the Tall Things seems to have disrupted communications with The Agency itself; blocking us off from outside help. And of course, S is still testing the effects of the Horizons' Blade...

...I can't believe the Giant would give us such an effective tool so wantonly. Maybe it was some kind of... tradeoff with the waistcoated boy?


Other than that, not much else to update on apart from the fact we're... y'know, alive.

Later.


~CJ <3

i am awake

what happenedddd




we were testing the blade
and He was there

the flood came. i had to stop him. the knife pressed into Him

the sound
that sound

it was like ripping
like paper
no, like flesh

except it had the sound of an earthquake ripping open a canyon


and He looked at me
the blade had stopped the flood
and then i collapsed and He was gone

i just woke up
its been weeks

the boy in the waistcoat must have extracted me



I need to regain control.

Briefcase, Dream

CJ has clearly updated you all on our "gift".

I did manage to get it open. The Briefcase is about 30 cm up, by 40 across, and maybe 20 deep. Made of a heavy Plastic Material with an ugly patterning. It's completely black apart from two metal clasps on top.

Contact with the case causes an intense sensation of pins and needles, making opening the case very difficult. Any attempts to use external means, such as a long stick or gloves, causes such objects to fail in their grip - as though the clasps were lathered in some form of lubricant. However, this is not the case. With many hours of work, and the help of a crowbar, we managed to open the case. It was full of padding - sheets of paper with drawings on them, old Government files, etcetera.

But then we saw something at the bottom. It wasn't possible... It was so amazing and beautiful.

I mentioned a few posts back The Horizon's Blade.
It's real.
It's fucking real.

I held it up with both hands. There's something you just can't get from those descriptions, I tell you.

It's long with a curved end, like some weird mix between a Sabre and a Khopesh. The flat side of the blade, however, is thicker tan either type. It's made of this odd, Stained-Glass type substance -- as the myths depicted. The glass itself is odd in the fact that the different colors seem to melt into one another, there's no distinct border between the colors except at the edge. Right at the edge of the Blade, the Blade suddenly has this sort of... thin, Black line. The most defined edge to anything I've ever seen. I swear, I've never seen anything like it. On both edges, too. I see now why they call it the Horizon's blade - apart from the Autumnal colors of some sections of the Blade, the very edge of it is as thin and well defined as the Horizon.

Holding it gave off these odd whispers, but the strangest effects were when I actually tried to wield the Sword. As soon as I got my stance right, it felt almost as though reality cracked apart like an egg. I was suddenly in a field -- of course, not a real field. No, this was some weird, TV-Show style flashback or hallucination. Grays and pinks in the sky bled into the edge of the field. Before me stood a grand house, like some old asylum or the home of some kind of nobility. In the real world, I dropped the blade. My hand was jarring, as though I'd just suffered a severe impact to my elbow, except this sensation started with the tip of my fingers and felt at it's weakest in my shoulder.

Interestingly, the special properties the Briefcase manifested have faded, there's only a slight sensation of static electricity when I touch the clasps or handle.

As for the blade, the only other person who has any response to holding it is CJ. Her response is... minimal, but we hooked her up to an EEG while she held it. Fuck me, I've never seen such an amazing scan. Beforehand, she has almost entirely normal brain pattern, and then as soon as she touches the Handle? Wham. Her Brain goes completely haywire, at first I thought it was some kind of seizure or fit... but then I see what look like dreaming patterns. She drops the knife and starts gasping, and the EEG just briefly blips. CJ's brain ceased all higher activity for about one tenth of a second after she lets go, and then it returns.

And then we come to the dreams.

They'd been recurring for some days before the case. The man that CJ describes was in them, lounging in a heavy, Royal Green-upholstered chair. He's sat in the middle of an expansive office or Library, not unlike my own apart from the truly enormous windows, high balconies beside floor-to-ceiling bookcases, a roaring fire safely encased in a brick fireplace and the beautiful tables and chairs, all exquisitely carved wood, surrounding us.

He smiles deeply at me. He isn't exactly... Handsome, but not bad. A slight distant quality in his Oak-shaded eyes, with fluffy brown hair and a faint tan. He looks older than his true age, I'd say he was probably a young teenager but under that lighting, he could have been in his twenties. He wore the same grey waistcoat as when he'd met me, with his hat beside him on the desk. A Black Trilby, beautifully maintained and not at all deformed. He clapped his hands between us to draw my attention away from that hat.

"Do you know why you're here?"
I looked around me.
"Where is here?"
He grinned at the question. Reveled in it, I s'pose.
"Yes... a hard one. "Here" isn't... really, real. It's what most psychologists call a "Mind Palace", or some variant therein."
I was aware of such things, I'd even developed a rudimentary one in my youth. But who's mind palace was this, and how was it so beautifully developed?
"It's mine, don't worry. I only stole some small parts of it."
I shook my head in disbelief.
"How am I here then, if this place is yours?"
He shook is head, chuckling slightly.
"This isn't just a mind palace," he responded with a grin that radiated brilliance. "I have certain... abilities. This place is manifest, I just extended it to you."
I asked who he was.
"Judging by when you are... I'd say... It's best not to tell. Don't want to mess with the past, after all."
I looked at him long and hard, very confused.
"You exist before my... completion. Just talking to you is a bad idea in case past me starts to work things out, it could mess with my progression..."
I asked him how it was possible.
"I'm a... Conduit. The theory on your blog... it's correct. I'm the most successful, I just about managed to get away from Him."
"You're impossible."
"No, just a bit unlikely."
"Fine... I'll accept your existence. But why give me the blade?"
"Because I didn't need it, and I'm making an exchange."
"With the Giant?"
"Yes. For the life of another."
"And the Horizon's Blade also?"
"Yes. You need it..."
"For what?"
"The Convergence. I'm so, so sorry."
"I understand." (- I didn't, and during my dreams I am almost always in lucid control. I felt as though I should claim understanding, felt compelled to say it. but it wasn't true.)
"No, you don't. I need to train you with the Arcane God Slayer."
"Why?"
"Because you have so much to learn, and I have all the time in the World. I'm not in my body right now, and I need to shut out reality itself to stop the Giant from destroying everything I am. You have to go. Now."
A look of panic filled his eyes as they swept across the shelves. Light burst through the windows, the world burning away like damaged film.

The dreams are so repetitive. But at least He can't get me during them.

~/Survivor/

Briefcase

The Giant stood outside the window today.
In It's hand it held a heavy briefcase, the kind you might keep a drill or other small power tool in. Made of some kind of tough plastic at a guess. It didn't... stand, so much as lope about, moving down the garden until it came to a stop about halfway from the building.

It stood, facing sidewards in relation to the house, for about half an hour or so. It had placed down the briefcase at it's side.

After half an hour, a young man appears out of nowhere, curled up in a ball. He slowly unfurled and stood up, which meant I could see him more clearly. He wore a grey waistcoat, white shirt with collar and a black trilby. In fact, given his rather slender tone, both the young man and the Tall Man seemed rather similar. He had brown hair and looked maybe between 14 and 17.

It took me a while to realise what he is. He's a conduit, I worked that much out. Somehow his frail, mortal body and mind can handle that much power. He can teleport or whatever that thing's form of movement is at will, he even fought it back. It actually grabbed him and that didn't stop him fighting.
I think they must have finally come to some sort of agreement. The boy picks up the briefcase and moves between that place and where everyone is in the house, watching from the study. He smiles awkwardly at us, puts down the case and says:
"bye for now."

And then he reappears by the Giant.
That boy could have ported anywhere. Could have disappeared for weeks. Probably could have punched a hole in the world, if what we think about the Giant is correct, and disappeared to another. Yet he made good on whatever agreement they'd come too. He collapsed, and the Giant disappeared.

And when  he got up, he was different. Blurry at the edges somehow. Tilting his head back and forth, cracking his knuckles. He looked to us -- no, he looked at me -- and grinned, a sinister, dark grin. And then he was gone.

I woke up on the floor with a pen in my hand.

I saw a note with the words:

"HE KNOWS YOU"

This is not good.

I have to get help
but from who? /S/ has been trying to get that stupid case open all day, locked away with a knife, a soldier and a hammer.

Noone knows how to stop that thing. It was inside the boy...

Can't focus on it.

bye for now.
~CJ

We need to be more careful.

We've been following this Ramona girl. I mentioned her in an earlier post, her blog is called:

ramonatheloyalist.blogspot.co.uk

She saw us. CJ and I had been keeping an eye and attempting to observe whether or not the Giant had a specific interest in her.

It does.

She took a picture of me and put it on her blog;


[excerpt from the blog of Ramona Carrie Lake:]

He is following me.

I apologise for the issues in my camera, they're ongoing.

Why is he following me? I've seen him everywhere I go, always wearing the same beige trenchcoat.
I need to work out who he is.

[End of Excerpt]

Firstly, the camera distortions that she has constantly suffered are heavy implications of It's presence.
But she got it on camera. It was right there with us... I don't know how I missed it. Here's a closer look:

The Tall Man is watching her, too. There has to be something we can do.

-/S/

Interception B

\Present:\
C[Redacted], outside agent working with the Agency - codename '/Survivor/'
J[Redacted] Schmidt, director of S-M Division, Optic Nerve - codename 'The IronHand'
Steven Adams, R&D head of S-M Division - codename 'The Blacksmith'

/Subject: The search for Jennifer [REDACTED]/
/Transcript:/

[/S/]: I agree, this should be recorded.
[Blacksmith]: I started the Recording. S, you wanted to talk about these files you were "Given"?
[/S/]: Yeah, I bloody well do! Your people know I'm damn well high-value Target, and yet this Bastard got in and out, leaving an unknown package on my desk! He got away before a single goddamn shot was fired!
[IronHand]: Just calm down, C[Redacted]. We still don't know how to fight thi-
[/S/]: We HURT it, remember?! WE made it go away. In fact, not "WE", CJ did Goddamnit! She did more with a pan full of boiling mystery than you have with, what, forty damn years of Global funded research!
[IronHand]: When did this happen?
[/S/ & Blacksmith]: March.
[IronHand]: We need this... 'Substance', all of it. Now.
[/S/]: Can we get back to the topic of discussion? This Stalker handed me a file full of photographs of her!
[Blacksmith]: We did everything we could with them. The layout of the basement, the brick dust on the folder, only narrowed it down to about four hundred private properties within a four mile radius, and if She is being kept overseas, we're dealing with a whole new problem... And that's if she's still alive at all.
[/S/]: She's still alive. She has to be. She HAS to be. We need to find her. We need to stop that Thing.
[IronHand]: Fine, since you've shown so much potential, we'll double our efforts. Next time, bring CJ with you, C[Redacted]. You're dismissed, S.

[/S/ has disconnected.]

[Blacksmith]: You need to tell him.
[IronHand]: Not... yet. Eventually, but not yet.
[Blacksmith]: Very well, Sir. One... one more thing, Sir. Are you alright? I showed you the post that C[Redacted] made on his blog less than a month ago...
[IronHand]: I'm fine, thank you, Mr. Adams. You're dismissed.

[Blacksmith has disconnected.]

[IronHand]: How... How can't I remember? Wha-

[System/Record has disabled.]

[#WireMonitor1 has disconnected.]

[End Transcript.]

I'm on your side here, S. I know you. I only want to help.

Attack on the Library

I got the first good look at /S/'s stalker. The alarm systems were all tripped, and seconds later, the back doors of /S/'s study shattered.

You know... I honestly expected more. Secret notes, breaking into /S/'s home without leaving evidence... yet here he was, barging into glass doors like an amateur. The guy wore a black business suit, a hat, and some kind of black plastic mask. His eyes were blue. I have to admit, the little git is stronger than he looks - just by running into a door, he broke it. I reinforced door. All the security deterrents didn't work on him.

The Stalker smacked me. Really bloody hard. I'll get him for that. But before those useless army pricks The Agency sent us could react, he'd left a file on S's desk, and run back out the broken doors, into the arms of his Master. The Giant was just... there. Impassive. Every time I've seen it "in person", I could feel it's mood. You could tell if it was angry, or... something else. I'm not sure how to phrase it. But what I saw there felt much more like the old stories that S is researching.

Inhuman.
Inescapable
Inexplicable.

The Document.
It's full. Of pictures of Jennifer. S has locked himself away. I think he's crying. In the interests of privacy, I won't show you all the images. They're beyond stalker-ish. They all have date stamps and are mostly full of distortion. Date stamps read between 2007 and last month. She... doesn't look good. Her eyes are tired and she looks very thin. and cold.

We think Jennifer is in a basement. Concrete floor and walls. And since all the photographs seem to show the same surroundings, it's reasonable to think she hasn't seen much else in the nine years since her disappearance. She's also surrounded by a circle of black leaves in most images.

Other items were (surprise, surprise) some black leaves, and the following photo:

Of course, the Giant is present at the end of the boardwalk or path. Is this place where the black leaves are coming from?

I need to go. I think S is about to leave his Hovel Library. I don't know if he's okay...

-CJ <3

Doctor Josiah Mercier

...
A Colleague of mine.
And when I say colleague, I mean a blind moron who refers patients he can't "Fix" to me.

...
And when I say patients, I mean victims.

He's got another. Ramona Lake. He isn't letting me help her, the most I can do is give her this Google+ account and hope she reads my blog sooner rather than later. But reading her's already concerns me.

blog: Ramonatheloyalist.blogspot.co.uk

Signs of multi-stage exposure. Mercier is a brainless fool.

She's dying.
I have to do something.

Nothing else to report.

-/S/

Dossier; Recent sighting increases

--The following data was harvested from Optic Nerve files banks with the express permission of [Expunged], Optic Nerve Head Administrator.--
--Irrelevant or compromising information will be redacted.--

Files on the S-Man;

Appearance:

Tall Humanoid in Business Suit, Dark Robes, A Trenchcoat or occasionally a White Suit. Usually wears a hat, though this is not required to classify a phenomenon has S-Man related. Images;

Image taken from the files of [Redacted], Subject deceased as of 14-12-2012

Corrupted File parts Reconstructed from the damaged camera found during 661-A.
Owner currently institutionalized.

Two files recovered from Excursion five. All but one member of E-five team died. Location believed to be some kind of London-Fob. The sky appears to be some patch of [Redacted] nebula.

Figure generally appears between 7 and 10 feet tall. Depending on anger levels and requirements, the S-Man may appear with tentacles, both tendril- and branch-like, and behavior will range depending on anger-level and how threatened it may be.

[...]

Recently, the S-Man's activities have changed. Cases have been increasing both in frequency and in urgency.

Recently, Agent [Redacted] (Codename - The Survivor or /Survivor/), Technician CJ K[Redacted] (Codename Cpt. Kirk) and their team have been recording alterations in the S-Man. Cases have risen.

The S-Man's power appears to be rising. It has appeared across all continents, with increasing regularity. Seven (7) Optic Nerve teams in the last month [as of date 04-JUN-2015] have been attacked and killed by the Anomaly. Our weapons seem to be at best a mild hindrance, but almost entirely useless. Our best option is to go with Codename: /S/'s team's research - weaponry based on the S-Man's Substance, which seems to be able to injure or limit it.

Hundreds of files have been recorded and suppressed from around the world.
Linking to standard LE05 protocol readup files:

Alpha-Five: January 01 2015
Beta-Twelve: December 31 2012
Beta-Thirteen: February 18 2013
Alpha-Seven: January 20 2015
[Redacted]
[Redacted]
[Expunged]
Zeta-One: April 16 1975

[...]

Weaponry and defenses;
Use of the Substance
Electromagnetic Technology
Other lifeforms and anomalies with the same powers as the S-Man

Even this technology seems irrelevant at best and useless at worst. We are [Redacted]

"

The rest of this cannot be displayed. Apologies. We aren't allowed to distribute much of this information.

-/S/

Case: #019; Mary-Ann Barker

We have been researching cases of the Giant stalking people in recent times. Over the past three years, sightings have been increasing. A dossier on that increase will be posted as soon as possible.

19: Mary-Ann Barker;

[Error: Photo of Subject not found.]

Subject is believed to have first encountered the Giant during childhood.
Unfortunately, all evidence that was not retrieved from subject's childhood home were destroyed in a house fire on April 3rd, 2015. One photo remains.

During Janurary 2015, Subject encountered (HollowTree/The Giant/The Tall Man/The Quiet Phenomenon/The S-Man) again for the first time since childhood.
Following this, colleagues, friends and family describe her behavior as unusually reclusive, paranoid and easily enraged, frequently "Spending time off in those woods".

Diary Excerpt A--01

25/01/15
Diary,

I will make this brief. He's here, at the win at the win at the 
Shit, he's making me lose it... I've seen Him. His true form... He has shown me so much... The Black leaves. A world of darkness. The survivor, The next conduit. He is He is He is He is [...] Crap. He's making me repeat agagagag again. He's... not a God. He's not even Immortal. He's just so old, most of His weaknesses have been adapted to. [Name Removed, it was mine], You're important to Him. You're supposed to find all this. He... isn't happy to... you know. You will. He'll have told you. The Truth is, he's just a writhing mass of tetetetetetetetetetetet

helpme helpme helpme helpme helpUS. He's going to get me. I have three more entries after this, then I'm gone. Not... dead, I think, just another one gone withouououou [...] stop it. He won't stop until I'm gone... he takes and takes, and he never gives back. He speaks into me, controlsssssssss
After this, several pages of the diary are missing and all after that point are blank. This page is filled with scribbling. Subject implied spoken communication with the Giant, as I have experienced. Was Subject correct in predictions? If so, why would the S-Man give her that information? If not, why would she believe it? Did subject lose sanity from contact with the Giant's "True form", or was even that a delusion?

After this point, known timeline becomes unsure. What we do know is that four photos were taken on her phone which we could repair;

March 15: 2015. Close encounter with the Giant.

April 1st 2015. These photographs are the last data files on the phone. Victim's disappearance is believed to have followed closely afterwards. They show S-Man at an unusually close range, in an observing state.

 Notably, the Subject's coat was found. Although the fabric appeared to have been burnt and frayed slightly, one pocket was intact. Contents;
One small flashlight
One badly damaged notebook, covered in the Substance and unreadable
One broken key
Five black leaves
One heart-shaped locket, containing a picture of Jennifer.

Mary-Ann Barker is presumed dead until new information can surface.
The Giant is mobilizing. I shall attempt to write a full dossier soon.
Everyone is sleeping. Even CJ. I need to exitI need to exit

going for a walk will clear my head i think its a good idea a good idea a good idea.

shit.

-/S/

I'm doing science and I'm still alive

If that reference is lost on you; No cake for you.

I say science... more trial & error.
Repairs on the building are done. This is CJ, in case you can't tell from the informalities of writing or whatever /S/ would call it. He wanted to try something... Hold on, I'll go and get him so he can explain.

...

I'm gonna put all of /S/'s text in italics because he's special like that.
Special. Huh. Why do I get the feeling that isn't friendly?

Regardless, we saw the Giant again. I thought I would try something... something stupid, I will admit now, but I'd never really known the Creature to communicate from all of the stories and myths I had read. It stood in the Garden, beyond our security systems, head cocked almost disinterestedly to one side. I opened the back doors, and decided to wander over. What's the worst that could happen(!)

...

As I came closer to the Tall Man, it seemed too... re-size itself to accommodate my stature - tall for a human, but only about two-thirds of the Giant's height. Where was I? Oh yes; I stood in front of it. Keeping my distance, naturally, with about 12 meters between us. The Tall Man's head faced me, I felt as though, from it's... curious - no, surprised - body language, the Giant was confused, and perhaps somewhat afraid. Afraid. I can't believe I'm actually saying that - about a creature like the Giant. "It can't be afraid," I told myself, as though the fact that the Thing being afraid scared me the most.

It entered my personal space almost immediately after this. A single step was all that was required. It extended some... branch-like Arms... I'm not entirely sure what happened next. Gaps in my memory begin to form, but I remember being face-to-faceless with it.

In my previous entry, I described the Giant speaking into my head. This is a case of that.
I implored to know why it wanted me, and why it had waited all these years.
"You... inquire? Most do not. Although, given your character, perhaps to be expected,"
I asked again, more urgently. I'm not entirely sure why.
"You are a threat."
"To you?"
"This is correct, you are something new,"
"Then why is it not yet my time?"
"You fail to understand. Not all I follow are my enemies, rather their deaths are... required,"
"So you will not... destroy me until you have to?"
"This understanding is simplistic. However, it shall suffice."
"What are you?"
"I am simply-" --This is where my memory cuts out entirely. Whatever the Giant 'Said' during this period, I cannot remember it.--
The next thing I remember is landing roughly on well-cut grass. The Giant was gone. I'm left with no answers. What plans does it have which require me gone - or at least insane - and should I be stopping them? Far too many questions cloud my mind. I'll leave the rest of this writing to CJ. I'm sure she has many theories...

I've been failing to understand this. I worry that /S/ is going mad, or being hollowed out. Y'know why? Not because the thing spoke to him - though that in itself seems mad - it's that he didn't ask about Jennifer...


Other ideas I've had regard the Substance. The Giant produces it when injured, or damaged at least. Why would the Substance cause the Giant to disappear like that, while it was in full attack mode? The substance has definitive electromagnetic properties, but so does the Giant.

And why, when it usually seems so malevolent, does the Giant appear docile or perhaps even... remorseful? We need to work this out. And now... S is a threat to tall, dark and faceless? A middle-aged scientist-researcher with some pretty apparent psychological issues is even close to a match for that Eldritch Abomintion?!

...that is, if S is even still sane. We haven't seen the thing in the Business Suit recently. I don't know where it is. i don't know why it has suddenly decided to communicate. If it really can. IF S is... still... himself. We're monitoring him for signs of Hollowing.

-CJ

I'm about fine (PART 2, I suppose.)

The gunshots began to die off.

We've had a heavy desk barricading the door, listening as the Agency's support team of trained soldiers were slaughtered like sheep. The thing in the suit barged through the door, punting a heavy, oak desk across the room. It had at least three of those tentacle-like appendages extending from It's back (Which is rare, usually means it's pissed) and... it sort of stopped. Everyone - including, I suspect, The Giant Itself - was suspended in a state of shocked awe. I... if I didn't know better, I'd say it wasn't sure what it was doing.
...

And then some mentally deficient buffoon began firing on the Giant. It seemed to snap out of it, and charged, covering maybe fifteen meters in a second. As it lifts him up by the throat, another five men begin firing at it. After this, my memory begins to fail... but I distinctly remember several soldiers dying.

What happened next was far more interesting. It finished the last of the imbeciles who chose to fire on it, and turned to me. I, during the commotion, has pocketed a Webley Revolver, which I used to fire on the Giant. As I did this, I just about screamed something like;

"IT'S MY TURN THEN, NO?! Kill me! TAKE ME!" Maybe I was just tired of fighting. Or breathing. Or maybe if it took me, everyone else would be spared.

I don't know why. And then it just lifted me up, making this... noise. Obviously there was the ferocious buzzing that made it feel like my brain was vibrating in my head, but there was something else... like a croaking, gurgling noise I could just barely hear. Somehow... I don't know why or how or what caused this, but I got the feeling... I knew what it was trying to communicate(?);
"It is not yet your time," filled my mind.

Right before I passed out, I heard CJ scream something before throwing a pan of boiling liquid over The Giant, and it was gone - as was my consciousness.

I woke up about thirty minutes ago. Apparently, CJ poured some of the substance on the Giant, and it just... flickered. That's how she phrased it. I'll get CJ on here later to explain properly. The CCTV Camera is cracked, and still pretty distorted. The Timestamp completely disappeared during It's attack, and is still indiscernible now. But I have photographs. Only one camera out of the dozens remained operational. Here:

Aftermath of attack. Camera distortions still present. Damage to roof and floor visible.

Image from some time during the main attack. Subject's extra limbs are also visible. Fire in middle-right section visible.

 This is all I could get. The rest of the video is corrupted, and the camera has started taking very blurry images, probably because it's trying to focus on it's own lens or somesuch issue.

But this is progress. We stopped the Giant. Just once. We actually stopped it. Maybe we can even win.

Signing off, -/S/

I'm about fine.

I'm sorry if my writing is considerably less articulate, you should understand that I have barely woken up from a mix of fatigue, dehydration and... some other form of sickness (Detailed in an earlier post, nosebleeds and headaches etcetera.)

Apologies for CJ's... vulgar language. She's rather over-protective... and believes just threatening the Giant is enough to keep it away.

There's... a few things missing...

For example, I barely remember crying or walking out into the woods... but honestly that's the least worrying thing. CJ mentioned being relocated, which is a sign that the Giant is... I don't even know. Getting stronger? Angrier? We've seen It with increasing frequency. I'm still working on ways to combat it, but we have a few ideas. Any suggestions from those of you reading would also be greatly appreciated. Of course, understand that we can't detail out ideas jst yet, just out of concern that... He would see our ideas. I'm sure you can un

...

Shit.

He's here. The front drive, it's striding up liek it owns the damn place. Better make this quick, not sure how long we have. I;ve never seen it move so fast, it's just... walking. Can't get in contact with the Agency we're on our own out here. ³nñŸyá“ r0$HÇv Æ’ssBÊ B and the Library is the most defensible room, and also opposite the front door. I don't know if this is the last time you'll read an update from us. the main enterence to the house is underattack, I can hear gunfire and screaming. My head is filled with a buzzing. I'll update if I can. If not... whoever's out there, take what I've learnt. The Substance is in a safe under one of the bookcases.

Come to 114ž.ËœÃèt¨ß § »#<!’;Ã5 Drive, Lancashire, England. You'll recognise what will probably be a burnt out building. I'm so, so sorry. jennifer. im coming to you.

-/S/

He Seemed Quiet...

...

/S/, of course. He won't touch this blog. He just keeps researching; all the damn time.

There's... something else...
The House our little team is staying at right now; I think it used to belong to /S/ (or someone in his family). Large, well-tended, also right by the woods (which carries positives and negatives when dealing with this... thing) - this is the house of a wealthy family. /S/ is staying in this Library, which has a back door bordering the woods. You might be able to see where this is going...

He's not been himself since we saw Him in the underpass. More and more, /S/ has been keeping himself to himself. In the middle of the night, my concern sometimes takes over me, and I go to the door too his study... coming so close to opening it. Most nights I think I hear crying. Sometimes I hear the wind. Last night was one of the latter, and I finally worked up the courage to open the door and make sure, y'know, he was okay.

...

He really, really, isn't. The back doors hung wide open, night air breaching these heavy impenetrable walls. And there's /S/, limping out from the treeline, heading straight for the library. He just looks so... hollow. I... couldn't tell since he usually wears long-sleeved formal-type clothes (he's old-fashioned but not old) but his sleeves were rolled up and it looked like he has scars on his wrists. I decided to leave for the time being and ask about it the next morning, and... this is difficult for me to explain.

Imagine leaving a downstairs Library (the size of a small church) through it's Mahogany doors, and find yourself in your room  - three floors and half way across the bloody house from the door you just left! I turn around and see a hallway in front of me, the correct one for the structure of the house... I don't know, maybe I just blacked out...

So I planned to speak to him this morning. Except, when we opened the door to his huge book dungeon, he just lay slumped on his desk. Turns out he's got fatigue and dehydration, he hasn't slept in about a week it seems. Just what the hell is going on?

And then, to top it all off, we see the fucking Tall Man in the garden. I think I know who/what did this to /S/. I Swear to whatever God that thing believes in I will kill it.

If Researcher wakes up... no, when he does, because he's that damned stubborn, I'll badger him about getting back on here. And maybe setting up defenses on this stupid place. I dunno.
Gotta go.

-CJ

P.S. If that thing in the suit appears anywhere near this place, I'm gonna shove my boot so far where the sun doesn't shine, I'll give it a fucking face. Just saying.









[Good_Luck]

Signing in, results of tests on (what we're calling the) 'Substance'

Since I don't currently have an email account for reasons that... are reasonable, /S/ let me use his.

I can't say anything about his name. I only know his forename and his second initial, but I also know something of discretion. My name is CJ, as I'm sure you can tell. S mentioned me in his last post, I'm the resident techie.

We've... been making some gains with the black substance that was found back in that underpass thing.
I'm far better at organizing these results than /S/, since I took them... So here you are:

Tests completed:
Substance conducts electricity albeit sporadically
Substance has strong if localized effects on electronics, likely electromagnetic in nature
Substance gives of faint odor we cannot identify
Substance produces bright white-blue light when exposed to open flame
Substance is soluble in water, and produces a murky black/dark green colored fluid.
Ash-like residue is left after Substance is burnt. Thermal imaging suggests extremely high temperatures produced when burnt -- the Substance is an excellent fuel source it seems
Substance does not appear affected by colder temperatures, apart from slight hardening

Tests Inconclusive:
How toxic is Substance?
Melting point of Substance?

Tests yet to be completed:
Does Substance have electromagnetic properties?
Does Substance have specific Radioactive properties?
What is the chemical makeup of the Substance?

We're still waiting for Agency backup. They're fucking useless, don't care what /S/ says.

That's all for now. Thanks for sticking with S and I. He's... concerning sometimes. I think without his little 'Destroy the Giant' goal, he'd have gone mad years ago.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and play videogames.

-CJ <3

EDIT: added one of the few photos that is remotely clear from our experiments. Substance produces similar distortion effects as our Well-Dressed Eldritch? -CJ

Posts (2001 & 2006) and New Theories

Someone has added posts to my account. Or maybe they were always there? I can't even tell anymore.

They're obviously attempting to goad me with mentions of Jennifer.
It's clearly a very busy day today.

Now, for the more interesting and important components of this post.

Theories:

Since the Giant has begun following us (rather lightly), we've had more opportunity to study it.
Since I'm a Jack of all trades but an ace of few, a member of my team named CJ has chosen to help me. Highly intelligent and nice enough, she has an excellent technological knowledge and got a PhD in Theoretical Physics. She also seems to have a habit of looking at me intently when she thinks I can't see her... odd.

Regardless, her knowledge has been most useful. We're trying to ascertain the nature of the Giant, and obviously find ways of combating or defending from it. She'll probably end up posting on this blog from time to time, as well.

Firstly, returned to that underpass. Alex must have... done something to the Giant before his expiration, because some kind of residue was left behind. It was tar-like in appearance and... a little like treesap in consistency. My personal theory is that Alex overused his power and it destroyed him, but in doing so injured or at least slowed the Giant.
We took samples of the substance.

Theory: The substance is the blood of the Giant.
Test: Analyse for evidence of blood cells or other cellular structures both animal, plant and fungal in nature. Also analyse physical properties and if applicable elemental construct of the substance.

Theory: The substance is a residue of the Giant.
Test: Try and Taunt or Summon the Creature. Test for residue.

Notably, there are still some adverse effects on electronics near the underpass. Also, though I do not remember seeing any, metallic components of the area may have rusted in the week or so since the incident, though that may just be camera distortion of some form.

We also found two images on one of our cameras. I have no explanation for how they got there.

Perhaps some of the Giant's myths have an answer? Somehow, I'm doubtful.

Interestingly, tests of this camera show little blood on them (Alex's head imploded, there was... something of a spray.) and almost none on the lens - not enough by a long shot to lead to the first image.

Saw The Giant again. I would most likely have run if it weren't for my Spotify playlist.

Allow me to set the scene. It's my turn to go out and buy groceries for our group, and I'm striding confidently through the rain (I always preferred it to sunny weather, for whatever reason.) when I suddenly feel this... ominous dread-type sensation. (Note to self: test on whether or not this dread is the same for all victims, and if ignoring or suppressing it prevents visitations). 

Knowing what this meant, I sped up a little, got to the shop and bought everything, remembering to be really kind to the cashier (her mother died recently, freak-fire she heard.) and leave. About a minute and a half later, I see the Giant standing on a bridge over a river, which I have to walk past. So I ignored it. Weirdest part was how symbolic the music was;

I'll shamelessly admit to being a James Bond fan, and at that moment, the song Skyfall reached the part where it goes: "...You can take my name, but you'll never have my hea-a-a-art..." which of course felt fitting to my mood. (Note to self: Test effects of music during visitations, and possibly whether or not the HollowTree can be predicted through deja vu and the likes,)

The oddest part about this sighting was that the Giant didn't... 'feel' angry or sinister or happy to look at. It's whole body language suggested to me that it was solemn, perhaps even sad about what my fate may be? Who knows. I'm not entirely surprised the rain doesn't irritate him like it would a... well, anything else. Some folklore connects Him too it, in fact. Weird.

Regards

-/Survivor/

Yes, I've seen the post.

I don't know who put it there and I can't remove/edit it. Whoever you are, there are Laws against this kinda thing, I hope you know.

Yes. What they wrote is true. I've been working with an Agency for some time, as mentioned in earlier posts. Regardless, I have more research I hope to post later today or tomorrow. Yes, these coming weeks may be kind of busy. Have fun with that.

-/Survivor/

Interception A

\Present:\
C[Redacted], outside agent working with the Agency - codename '/Survivor/'
J[Redacted] Schmidt, director of S-M Division, Optic Nerve - codename 'The IronHand'
Steven Adams, R&D head of S-M Division - codename 'The Blacksmith'
Thornton Norman, Military head of S-M Division - codename 'The Soldier' (personal preference? "Leeroy  Jenkins" would suit)
\Mentioned:\
Tim Solberg, [Redacted],[Redacted] of S-M Division - codename 'The Scientist'

/Transcript:/
[IronHand]: "Shall we begin?"
[Blacksmith]: "Zero objections."
[/S/]: "None [Data Lost] me."
[Soldier]: "Fine. Norman, what were you saying about your [Redacted], Solberg? Something of a breakthrough?"
[Blacksmith]: "He seems to think so, yes. We've built a device which may be able to detect the presence of The Quiet Phenomenon."
[/S/]: "'The Quiet Phenomenon'? Meaning the Giant?"
[IronHand]: "Yes, Mr. [Redacted], that is correct. 'The foulman and the greedy abomination' are other terms members of our organisation have taken to naming the Anomaly."
[/S/]: "Understood. Please, Steven, go on."
[Blacksmith]: "Alright then. if we can detect the Quiet Phenomenon we might be able to measure it and study it. Which could lead to the destruction of HollowTree."
[/S/]: "Hollow-Tree? You've lost me again - another term for the Giant?"
[IronHand]: "Correct, C[Redacted], apologies for not mentioning that one."
[Blacksmith]: "The device functions through [Data Lost], by measuring [Data Lost] in the [Data Lost]."
-\Written Note, 'Blacksmith' is distracted by computer readings.\
[Soldier]: "Adams rep[Data Lost] once! What ha[Data Corrupt/Lost]ou eggheads found over there?"
-\Written Note 02, data feed from Blacksmith's laboratory begins to cut out and distort. Exposure highly likely.\
[Blacksmith]: "We have had a huge sp--" "--eadings from the HollowTree detector, it's gotta b[Data Lost], we're done!" <Sudden burst of audio distortion from Blacksmith's channel, feed fails save for static interference.>
[Soldier]: "We need men down there now! Send everything we have!"
[IronHand]: "Wait. The Giant can't easily be fought with even our most [Redacted] weapons, not yet. Survivor, on that blog you run, you stated you require assistance. Where ar[Data Lost]"
[/S/?]: "[DATA LOST]"
[Soldier]; "[DATA LOST]eanwhile, we need to be sending someone down to Norman's location!
[IronHand]: "Fine. send someone down. Do it quickly. We--" <interrupted by Blacksmith's feed returning. Although noone appears injured and no technology has been damaged, all members of the science team are either unconscious or recovering from unconsciousness.>
[Blacksmith]: "We should end this meeting. Better to discuss in person, Sir. Mr. Norman, S, thank you for your audience but I think we should adjourn for now."
[/S/]: "Agreed. You know my location. We expect immediate assistance."
[Soldier]: "Agreed also. Eggheads, we need you to be figuring out how to stop this thing, before it attacks us again.
[IronHand]: "Very well then. Tell Mr. Solberg personal congratulations from me. His bonus will be exceptional this year."
<Connections Cut.>

I thought it beneficial that everyone see this. /S/ can't keep secrets from you, they don't protect him. They weaken us all.

Have a good night, day, evening or externus depending on who/what's reading.
_01

A Weakness?

As the subtitle of this blog would suggest, I'm a researcher. That's what I've been doing, and I may have found something.

They call it the "Horizon's Blade', which exists in some form across most cultures - making this artifact somewhat compelling. Two different civilizations telling almost identical stories over a century apart would be compelling alone, but multiple unrelated societies including such a similar artifact, the only mythological construct more compelling I've seen is the Giant, which appeared across every, single, human civilization at least four times.

Regardless, this blade. It's said to be about four feet in length, curved at the end and made of a Glass-like Material that "...Shines with the colors of the heavens," as one source puts it. The blade itself is constructed of some form of sharp semi-transparent material with "...stained sections, multiple of them, without a barrier between each and instead a gradient...", and a "...blade edged with the skin of the Horizon, a weapon not even Gods can resist, as all must yield unto."

It's said that the Blade was made to kill the Giant - a God Slayer they called it - and that every color of the sky reflects through it. Apparently, it resonates or hums, strange and subtle sound emanating from it. There's one thing that leads me to believe in this artifact's truth... a single contemporary example. Erin Callaghan owned the Horizon's Blade (or some variant therein), while being chased by the Giant. She claimed that the sword whispered to her; that it was sentient. She used it against the Giant one day and discovered it's purpose. A sound like ripping paper roared through the air and she barely even scraped the Tall Man's chest. It ran, apparently. Disappearing like it has appeared so many times, Miss Callaghan did not see It for numerous months. Sadly, that did not stop the Giant from killing her, in the end, and the Horizon's blade was lost. I could disclose the location she had lived, but due to the way that the knife operates, it's probably miles away and decades from now.

Theory:
The Horizon's Blade functions similarly to the Giant, and the existence of a 'perfect host' may in fact hamper or destroy the Giant. A 'perfect host' would be a Human Being acting as a conduit for the Giant (or something else)'s power. If the knife operates similarly, it may be targeting or joining those who can use it. If so, it is likely more powerful or useful in the hands of someone with the correct physical/psychic properties.
Test:
Obtain a conduit, preferably a perfect one (analysis of possible results suggests people with mild Asperger's Syndrome and a higher than average IQ are likely to be excellent conduits), and expose them to the knife. Observe it's power and use in the hands of an average human being, and compare with that of a conduit.

Even if the Blade exists, finding it will be most difficult. It probably only appears to those 'worthy' or capable.
Other weaknesses must be found and exploited. I find the facts we learned from Jace's case are uplifting - The Giant is not omniscient, and can be ambushed or surprised at the least.

I should end this here. Expect more soon. for now,
Regards;

-/Survivor/

Running

Apologies for the late post.

The Giant found us. He came for us. We're running, I'm terrified... We...
Control yourself.

We'd just visited the funeral of Jace.
There, we found another survivor. His name was Alex. Jace was one of his close friends, and the Giant took an interest, it seems. When he mentioned the blacking out and nose bleeds, we knew he would have to be taken into our care. He was being hollowed out, you see, and it was... killing him. Alex was only a boy... and if we could reverse this, we could save them all. Maybe. So we took him in.

It turns out he was more than just a Hallowed - he was a host. I mentioned the idea a while back, that the Giant could find or construct some perfect adapter to Human form but... Alex wasn't finished. The Giant had dumped his form for someone else, and from the 'glimpses' of it's mind he got... they weren't in good shape, whoever it had chosen.

Regardless, we took him for experimentation and discovered that a small portion of the Giant's power had been left in him. He had slight... abilities, he could warp around the way the Giant does, he affected electronics, and could see everything around him - but this hurt him, and the longer he did it, the closer he got to burning up. Nevertheless, we continued our experiments; there has not been anyone as powerful as he was in... years, at least. We thought... if anyone that powerful could live with all that energy flowing through them... they'd be able to fight the Giant.

One afternoon, we were close to a breakthrough. The sun was still shining over us (at first), even as it set. We got quite a way with it all - Alex said he felt stronger than ever, that he might even be ready to move time... if that's possible, of course, and then the rain came. Sudden and unexpected, the skies turned dark grays and blacks, heavy rain hitting our backs as we rushed to get our equipment inside. We only experimented outside in case of an accident, of course...

We looked for shelter, anywhere we could. There was a concrete tunnel close by, lit with electric lights - that would of course be our first port of call in this strange weather, and our 'base' was quite a few minutes of running away, the equipment would likely not survive. We entered, propping up our tripods with infrared cameras and arc lamps and the likes against a wall as the lights began to flicker. Ominous and boringly cliche, I know, but we didn't expect the Giant to appear out of nowhere, arms outstretched at the end of this little tunnel.

Alex died. his head fell apart, it looked like it imploded. We managed to escape with most of the equipment, but the Giant is following us now. We're awaiting Agency assistance, they aren't as strong as in the... older days, they have less manpower.

Regardless, I have recovered two photographs. The camera was almost entirely destroyed.

Note: Hollowed taunting me?

My home has been broken into. Although the police can't be sure, they doubt that the attacker's fingerprints are on their system. The DNA and bloodwork also seem to have turned up nothing, as of yet.

Nothing appears to have been stolen, but a note was left on my desk. A riddle, of sorts, though so primitive it may have been written by a child.

How do hands talk? Feel.
Who's name rhymes with Lenny? Jennifer's.
What do you find useless? Is it... Pain?

"Feel Jennifer's pain"... And on the back, written in binary is a message which translates to "She's-out-there"

Apart from the first message which can be deduced, the fact that whoever this hollowed fool is may actually know me is rather... Uncomfortable. I've had the locks changed, naturally. But I don't think I can resist the Giant, should he come for me.

For now, keep away from the shadows, clean your teeth, brush your hair, and stay safe.

~/Survivor/

Sighting Report; 2015-001 (Tues Apr 21st-15)

Approximate location; Manchester City, 'Greater' Area, Bacup.
Sighting Type; Beta (second-hand details from patient, useful and noteworthy for study.)

Audio Recording Transcript:
/S/: okay, Jace. Tell me what you saw.
J: again?
S: [audible sigh.] I have the Tape Recorder active now. Please speak clearly.
J: f-fine. I don't know where it came from... I've seen it before, but only from a distance or in dreams. It stalked me... Unusually close... Maybe only fifteen feet away at the most. Not invisible to the busy street people... Just... Unnoticed. People wouldn't walk near Him, but didn't seem too concerned by Him either. He just walked towards me...
S: go on...
J: it cornered me in an Alleyway... I was on my own and had seen something down there... I'm not sure what. Erm... Shadow filled the alley and there it was. Must have been nine or ten feet tall, looking down at me... It didn't have a face, but I felt like it was... Grinning. Felt like it was enjoying this. It started It's lopsided stride down the Alley toward me, one of it's hands was slightly outstretched... I think...
S: what did it look like, what stopped it from...?

• J: ...killing me? Yes... It was wearing a suit and tie, or maybe a trenchcoat. Also had a hat on... We were staring dead at each other... An-and then... [Jace begins sobbing and crying.] It fucking killed her! She got in the way and it killed her! I... I pushed her... I gave her to it..!

S: what happened?
J: a woman came to put her bins out... The thing was so surprised... I think. And before the thought even crossed my mind, I'd shoved her into that thing and bolted through her open... Open door... [uncontrollable sobbing resumes.]
S: end audio recording here.

Notes;
The figure is different to its usual appearance, showing a more human response - so far as to appear surprised by a Human. The close stalking also seems uncharacteristic - most cases include the figure slowly increasing in frequency, appearing faster and more obvious to victims. This is wrong of it to do so, something was different about this girl.
It should also be noted that she has since disappeared from our care. I fear she may die before any greater insight can be gleaned.
She's about average height for her age, 24, and should probably still be wearing a hospital gown. Her colour red. Eye colour green. Followed by a sharply dressed faceless man in a hat.
For now, ~/Survivor/

UPDATE: apologies. I intended to post this on the date provided but decided to wait a few days. Jace was found dead earlier today. Mutilated to the extent where cause of death could not accurately be discerned, as is the Giant's MO with many victims. It certainly is a sad day. Luckily, I haven't had an Alpha encounter since 2006. I shall double my efforts into learning about the Giant.
-/S/

April 09th 2015: History studies

Time for a history lesson. The Giant is rumoured to have existed for centuries; with cave paintings and ancient woodcuts to back this up. From this, I have scraped together a timeline of the Giant:

Some of the earliest cave paintings in history detail an encounter with the Giant. They show a tall, dark man coming from deep woods near an early fire, apparently standing in the flames unaffected. People stand around him, seemingly worshipping him, only to be killed(?)
Early written accounts dating back to early middle eastern culture speak of the God of Death or God of Fear (varies between accounts) taking the children of criminals and 'men of immorality', who dressed in black silken robes with a blank mask-face. Oddly, later folklore makes no reference to the 'silken man'.
Certain portions of the bible's books were omitted, though early copies make reference to the 'Cloaked Demon/Angel' who had supposedly partaken in Satan's rebellion and was doomed to roam the Earth for centuries. However, it should be noted that while distinctly lacking a face for the most par, it is mentioned to possess a mouth, though it can not speak. It is said also to sometimes wear a white hooded cloak or a green one, and is only mentioned as wearing black once. Unfortunately, the only known copies are within collections even the Agency cannot obtain. This is why I lack citations on the matter.
Reports place the Giant in 9th Century Japan.
German folklore tells of "Der Grossman", a dark-clad figure (there's a pattern here...) who steals naughty children in the night. It is said to be very tall, up to fifteen feet in height according to some.
In Middle Ages England and Scotland, the Fear Dubh fairytale speaks of a disturbingly similar creature to the Giant haunting pathways through forests at night. One account describes a group of knights being sent into the woods to fight the 'noble demon' and are said to have been "butchered in the swiftest and most torturous fashion," save for one man who is returned crippled and dying to his village as if by magic.
More recent tales backed with photographs and, later, home videos serving as evidence of the Giant's influence. This form of the Entity has already been rather briefly discussed
This is everything I can make direct connections between so far. Will post more soon.

~/Survivor/

Dream Log, Letter, 05th April 2015

Last night I dreamt. I must admit, when I do dream, it's rarely about the Giant. But this was.
The dream was fairly... Odd to say the least.

I was sitting in my "office", more of a study, which resides at the back of my house. My home is near the woods, with the backend being only tens of meters from a treeline. But the dream's proportions were so very... Wrong - a tree with branches like fingers tapping against my windows. Scratching. And I go to the window and I find It, it must be fifteen feet tall and I can barely even see Its' tie. It reaches for me, and then... I wake up.

This information, along with that which I intend to share with you now, concerns me.
I have received a letter - not the kind sent by a postman but a stalker. On the front is my name, scratched in black marker pen - rather cliché if I may say. Inside are many leaves and some twigs, along with a worn photograph of what I think is Jennifer, the woman from my first post. A woman I thought dead for eight and a half years. On the back, written in clearer font with the same pen, are the words: "He thought you might want this."

Theory: The Giant hollows out victims and uses them to transmit it's wishes on a more human level.
Action: find the "Hollowed". Study, and if irreversible, destroy. Preferably after extracting the location of Jennifer. I should not have let her be taken. Now, if I can get her back, I will not fail.

If this is the Giant, my life expectancy just dropped. If not, and this is simply coincidence, my life may not yet be over. Either way, I will be telling everything I know - every theory, idea and observation I have. Something tells me this will not be fun.

~/Survivor/

Theories, seemingly confirmed and otherwise

apologies for this post appearing late. I'm afraid I've been rather busy for most of my day with a colleague. We elected to visit the Jodrell Bank during the course of today, as we were curious as to whether or not their equipment would be of use to us. Of course, cooperating with The Agency has it's upsides, so if radio equipment does prove fruitful, such things shall be obtained. My colleague is a man named Brown, a psychiatrist who specialises in paediatrics. He is, of course, aware of my work with the Giant and has an excellent mind - he was the first to suggest the Giant may be a manifestation of our minds, and subsequently placed his afflicted patients on hallucinatory-inhibiting drugs. The results were... Mixed. Regardless, my job is to post my research, not speak highly of a close personal friend...

Abilities:

Can appear and disappear at will, moving through space and thus most likely through time freely.
Can cause others to appear and disappear as above stated, possibly displacing them in time.
Telekinesis(?), attacking people with it's mind alone, no physical contact required (this is according to a "meat puppet"/"hallowed" formerly under it's control. Since deceased.)
Pyrokinesis/use of physical firestarting techniques have been observed, usually after the Giant has finished with a victim, burning their home or place of work.
Mental "invasion" or perhaps mind control(?). The Giant is capable of slightly shifting the perception of humans in it's local vicinity to hide itself. It can invade victim's minds, making them irrational and under go psychosis. These "meat puppets" subsequently act by proxy for it, doing what can only be assumed to be It's "bidding". Unknown communication skills with the Entity.
Possible capacity for "possesion" temporairly - victims "burn out" and die before they ae of much use, perhaps something to do with such an alien mindset entering them. It is possible that The Giant is trying to construct or find the "perfect host".
CAUSES STRANGE BURNS OR ODD SENSATIONS ON CONTACT, VARIES FROM CASE TO CASE.
Capable of physical ineraction, frequently mutilating or disappearing those who it takes an interest in, with few escaping without mental or physical distress.
Either derives strength from the woods, or else prefers wooded areas in which to attack those running from it. Reasons unknown beyond speculation.

"Symptoms"
Hallucinations, coughing fits, occasional nosebleeds. These are consiered stage 1 of infection or exposure. Sometimes a combination, sometimes all symptoms, sometimes none.

Paranoia, occuring usually in stage 1 but sometimes not appearing until stage 2.

Hair loss, gaps in memory, heavier coughing fits resulting in oral release of blood or projectile vomit, occasionally a black mucus like substance. Cause unknown. Coughing and hair loss doesn't seem to be caused by any failure in bodily systems, though some medications are effective, usually those which can temporarily cause the Giant to back off. These are considered Stage 2 symptoms.
Stage three consists of psychosis, occasional self harm, depression and paranoia, and large portions of time lost. Victims usually abducted not long afterwards. Occasionally, it should be noted, victims lose skin cells along with hair, shedding large amounts of their outter skin. Cause unknown. Further investigation required.
I will sign off here. More theories shall come soon. Just noticed movement out of my window, not sure what to make of it. Shall update soon. /survivor/

An Introduction of sorts

Hello. I am the Researcher, though I'm more often called /survivor/.

I have been looking into the Giant for more than fifteen years, attempting to understand what it is, and what it wants. While my attempts were initially fruitless, I believe that my efforts are nearing at least a rudimentary understanding of the Tall Man. First, I must explain that only once have I encountered the enigmatic figure; a story I shall tell here.

I believe it was june of 2006, at the time I was working for a man named Steven Fischer in America at a psychiatric ward. We were both aware of the Giant, which was how we'd met and come to work with one another. We were helping a woman named Jennifer █████. She had seen the Tall Man most of her life and had managed to block it out, so was really the obvious choice for such experiments - as very few others had. We attached equipment which monitors brain activity to her head and tryed just about every method we could think of to 'summon' the Giant. We were just about to give up and remove the helmet from her head, when the thought occured to me: we were thinking as though the Tall One must be bound by rules. We sedated the woman and left the room, careful to set up some Electromagnetic-detection devices - not that I had much faith in them. We left the brain monitoring system active and waited in a cramped control room. Fischer, as was his nature, was eyeing me with skepticism - and in his position I would most likely have done the same. After several minutes he opened his mouth, presumably to denounce me and state a better idea (something I was up for right about then), when we noticed her brain activity change.

A horrendous beeping flooded the room, the sound of electromagnetic detectors registering something dangerous and there he was, striding forward from the shadows! A moment I had waited my entire adult life for, the Giant! Standing before me! I rushed out, shouting at it to stay where it was, trying everything, including activating what boiled down to a microwave, a potato and some lead lining. All It did was look vaguely annoyed, before straightening it's hat, and grabbing Jennifer. I would not let this happen - I don't know what it does with this it takes, but I wasn't going to let a patient and personal friend find out - I reached for it's outstretched arm only to ne tossed aside like a ragdoll. Some of the equipment erupted in sparks and small flames and as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone. Along with Patient Jennifer █████. To this day, I haven't seen either the Giant or his prey. But I intend too.

I shall update this blog with some of my findings later today I should expect. Until then, stay away from te Shadows. /survivor/.