The Jeanette Experience: Conversations With Jack of Thorns

A list of a few of the more pertinent IM conversations I had with Jack during the period I spent researching and running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Jack: Queen of Blades?

Me: oh christ you're the crazy guy, aren't you?

Jack: I'm sorry. This is my fault

Jack: We wanted to make our own myth.

Jack: And we succeeded, God Help Us

Me: Please, no more madness mantra. What did you fucking do? How the fuck did you make this thing? How can I stop it from taking ****?

---Jack signs out.

Jack: I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do.

Me: So stop talking to me if you're not going to fucking help me.

Jack: I didn't realize it would come to life. I'd read about the Fears, about the Slender Man and the Wooden Girl and the Archangel, but I didn't think they were real. It was just a game. Just a game. But it's not a game. It's not a game. Not a game.

Me: Tell me something I can use or don't tell me anything at all. I get it, you're repentant. Let's move on.

---Jack signs out.

Jack: How many victims, Queen?

Me: Can you even understand me? Are you seeing anything I'm typing?

Jack: How many more until we can stop this monster?

Me: For the love of god, please stop harassing me. I'm trying to find a solution.

(right here he gives me the file birthofamonster.txt)

Jack: this is all the help i have. god help us all.

--Jack signs out. Again.

That's the last thing the Jack of Thorns sent me over IM. The last I saw of that screen name on IM, in fact.

But I still get emails, every once in a while. They're all pretty much the same, though. All something like this:

godhelpusgodhelpusgodhelpusgodhelpusgodhelpusgodhelpusgodhelpusgodhelpusgodhelpus

god help us all

Jesus, talk about melodrama. I mean, all he did was unleash a psychpathic stalker monster on the earth. I mean, get a fucking grip, guy. It's not the end of the world.

...Probably not, anyway.