Paranoia

Ugh, the Wolves keep talking to me and trying to lure me and it's getting WORSE AND WORSE AND WORSE and I can't stray off the path! If I stray off the path I die or WORSE!

I don't think I can take it, and I know you'll say "Just don't take the path!" But I CAN'T. It's like there's no other way now! I look at the roads and sidewalks and I know they're not safe anymore! The only way is THE PATH!

I mustn't stray from the path...

I mustn't stray from the path.

I MUSTN'T STRAY FROM THE PATH...

[This is the final post on the blog of Reed Summers, some poor bastard who disappeared after this little fiasco. I only repost this blog because, every now and then, a Runner or two whispers of a man walking down a path, usually with a servant or two trying to get onto the path. They say you're safe from the Fears if you're walking down it with him... But you're never safe from the man himself. Stay safe, friends.]

Sausage Water

So something was weird about the path today. I found a bunch of water bottles by the side today, and let me tell you it was absolutely BLISTERING HOT outside. I would have taken a sip from one, but common sense dictates you don't drink water off the side of a forest path, even if it was still sealed.

I'm honestly not entirely sure what's going on here...