I felt like giving an air of mystery around my blog for fun. That last post was just a little ARG I was in, along with a few other members of the Slender Nation forum. I found it quite fun. It ended anticlimactically, but I enjoyed myself nonetheless.
On another note, yes. Eric is dead, and yes that is partially why I haven't updated. I was shocked, and horrified, but I soon moved on, and coped with the loss of Eric. The main issue is that Chris (Eric's brother) blames me for Eric's suicide, that it was somehow my fault. All I have to ask is... How the fuck is it my fault that Eric went and OD'd? I didn't give him the drugs, hell I didn't even know he was on Zoloft. He told me to not go to the funeral, with which I responded with "Fuck that."
More or less, here's a transcript of what happened, when Eric came to my house. I got it recorded, mainly because I was in the middle of doing a podcast.
Cecil: And so, yeah Watch Dogs has been delayed, and a ton of people, myself included, are extremely pissed off.
Cecil: Excuse me a second my friends, I seem to have a visitor. A first for the Cecil Barnes podcast!
[Cecil approaches the door, and opens it.]
Cecil: Uh... Chris? Hey man, what's up?
[Chris does not respond]
Cecil: I'm in the middle of doing a podcast, so if you could like let me step outside and-
[Chris pushes past Cecil , and walks into his house]
Cecil: Or, you could walk in, yeah that's fine too.
Chris: He's dead.
Cecil: [Nervous laugh] What? Who's dead?
Chris: Eric. Eric's fucking dead.
Cecil: What? Uh... you're joking right?
Chris: [Yelling] Do I look like I'm fucking joking?!
Cecil: [Deep breath] Wait, so Eric's dead? What the fuck happened?
Chris: [Still yelling] He overdosed on his medication! HE FUCKING KILLED HIMSELF.
Cecil: Oh my god
Chris: Yeah, and you know what? I know you had something to do with it.
Cecil: [Taken Aback] What?! What the fuck are you talking about?
Chris: You were the ONLY one to have talked with him! What did you say, huh? What did you tell him?
Cecil: What? No! I haven't talked with him. That's the deal! I haven't seen him, since like fucking today, at school!
Chris: BULLSHIT. I KNOW YOU HAVE FUCKING SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT
[Chris pulls out a switchblade and lunges at Cecil]
Cecil: DUDE WHAT THE FUCK?!
[There's a scuffle, and the clattering of metal against wood is heard.]
Cecil [growls] Get. Out. Of. My. House.
[Chris runs out of the door.]
Cecil: Fuck this.