IMPORTANT: A word from the Author

Hello everyone, I am the author and creator of Solemnly Scared. I hope you have all had as much fun reading/playing as I have writing and watching you. Unfortunately, it is a time in my life where I am transitioning from high school to college, and I cant devote the time the story or you glorious fans deserve neccessary to make this excellent. So, I have spemt the past few days thinking. I have decided to go into hiatus for a while, just until I get my ducks in a row and can devote my time better to all of you. The hiatus will be over and the story continued when this post is deleted by me, S.H. announcements has a video, and Eric does some of his own posting... In the meantime I will be planning in the darkness so you guys can have a truly wonderful experience. Thank you all for your support and following. Leave any questions/encouragement/hate/whatever you'd like in the comments below.

                                                   Much Love,
                                                                     -T.G.H.J.

Entry 7: A little too much like Alice.

Hi, Eric here. I have been up to my elbows in this crazy stuff. Thomas has diaries, notebooks, sketches, URLs, and audio recordings on his computer. Anything web-based is locked down. Its all password protected. The hint is Batteries. Fucking batteries. Cmon Thomas, you gotta give me something more to work on! I discovered some youtube channel called S.H. Announcements. It was sent to me in some bullshit Email. Im gonna make a twitter to be able to keep you updated more quickly. Anyway, despite all of the rambling, I did find something i teresting in Thomas's notes. Apparently, the Wombat is a creature not from here, yet.. from here. What I mean is, Thomas says it's FROM Earth, but not OUR Earth. Or rather our PLANE of Earth. See, we exist on a certain "plane" (according to Thomas's notes) and everything we percieve is on this plane. Now, there are other "planes" that exist overlayed on ours, and each plane affects ONLY that plane.. or is only SUPPOSED to. You see, apparently there is a group of people in our world who dabble in "extraplanar communication" (what some believe is talking with the dead, alien contact, etc). Well, one of these groups have apparently been trying tk CONNECT our "plane" to whatever plame the wombat lives in. With mixed success. Obviously they succeeded in part, or the little fucker wouldn't be running around giving me nightmares and making everything cold. But WHY? Thomas has some sort of youtube account that triggered when I accidentally clicked a button on his blog. There's nothing onit. I'll try and figure these audio clips out, if I do, I'll post them there.

Entry 6: In His Honor

Ah! Finally, I made it in.  This is Eric.  Thomas has gone missing, I haven’t seen or heard form him in two days.  I went to his house and his parents are freaked out.  I asked if I could snoop around, and they said he left a note that if I came, to let me in his room.  Jesus, we are in SO much deeper than I ever could have thought.  He has so many notes and pictures and every thing you could think of.  I’m trying to make sense of it all.  I just now managed to get into his blog.  I’ll post whatever I find here.  I can’t accept that he’s dead.  Whatever he is doing I know he’s alive somewhere.  I have a lot of work to do.  I’ll post what I can when I can.  This stuff is... Shit guys, It’s serious..  This thing, the wombat..  It isn’t like anything I’ve ever heard of, even in myths.  I need to get to work, I’ll update as soon as I find something. 

An Announcement

You fools! I specifically told you all to keep Thomas away from the wombat, but you couldn't even accomplish that simple task!  My sources haven't seen Thomas in an entire day.  Do you have any idea the gravity of what this means??  Thomas is the key to all of this.  The wombat is attracted to him.  If Thomas dies, it may well leave our world once more.  I have sent a team of three operatives to search for Thomas. Be aware of any more coded messages I may send.  Try not to fail again. 

                                                                                                             ____ S.H. 

http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcwuipA03hWcIQr_JfeFJMw/feed?filter=2

Entry 5.1: The Last Straw

I have spent the last half hour vomiting, crying, and cleaning... It was in my room. Let me repeat, IT WAS IN MY FUCKING ROOM!  It could have killed me.  What does it do instead?? It left me a heart.  A FUCKING FROZEN HEART by my laptop.  It's toying with me.  It wants me to be terrified.  But it screwed up.  I took a picture of the heart for you before i threw it in the furnace in my basement.  I'm going after it. The wombat has screwed with me for the last time.  In all of its clever headgames, it slipped up. I see its prints in the snow.  Regardless of what happens to me, I'm going after it. I can't take this anymore.  One or both of us will not be coming out of those woods. What's more, I think I'm being watched as well.  I'll leave clues. Clues only someone who cares will be able to figure out.  They will help should I not make it back.  I'm leaving all my notes.  To those of you still with me, if I don't come back, help whoever takes my place. Tell them everything you know.  I have to get ready now. It's gonna be a long day...

An Announcement.

HELlo everyone. may i Please have your attention.  THOMAS is unaware of my KEEn hacking of his blog, and this Post will be unseen by HIs eyes. My Announcement comes by WAY oF the RemOte operating systeM my organization devised for discreeT communications. HE is unaWare Of the danger he is in. the sMall level of fear he shows is Benign compAred To the fear this world will face.  DO NOT aLlow this post or my lETter to be tHought of as unIMportant.  anything i shall tell you will be Crucial, His life, And all of our liveS arE at stake.  I will be in Touch again. be watching for me, and the clues i shall leave.

                                                                                                                  Sincerely,
                                                                                                                               ______ S.H.

HOLY SHIT ITS IN MY HOUSE! I was watching some tv trying to clear my head for awhile, and I got up to piss. When I got down the hall about halfway to the bathroom, I saw the glow of its eyes in the storage room at the end of the hall. I froze and stood there for what felt like fucking years, then it shrieked, and ran off.  This is the closest it’s ever been before. Shit shit shit shit shit! I’m freaking out. I’m gonna take some Nyquil. Screw this, if it wants me, at least let me be asleep when it takes me. Hope i post again tomorrow