A game of cat and mouse and rat and dog.

To all who read this, the little anarchitect is learning just how judgmental the damned can be.

In a four way chess match between me, the Slender Man, the Construct, and her.

We'll see just how far she's willing to go to survive.

And keep on living an existence worse than death.

Assimilation is nigh.

This unholy Father is struggling to keep his grip upon all aspects of this quickly unraveling project.

Did he not know the connection between The Anarchitect,  The Artifact and The Construct?

Or did He?

And something went terribly wrong.

Haha who knows.

When the smoke clears, you'll be met with a declaration...

Or an obituary.


  1. And when the smoke clears, if The Anarchitect fails to emerge, you shall suffer horribly.

  2. In third to last sentence, you forgot a comma.

    Other than that, I got nothing.