Sunday, March 25, 2012

Chasing the Sun

Skeptic said I should introduce myself. I said I didn't want to introduce myself, that it was better if no one knew I existed. And yet, he insisted, saying that people need to know who is involved. Which is stupid; isn't it better that nobody knows who is involved in this endeavor?

Well, whatever. He said if I didn't introduce myself, he would do it. So here I am. Peri Helion. That obviously isn't my real name.

The set up in this place is okay. Skeptic managed to get several computers and set up a network. I wonder how much money he has holed away -- rent plus utilities in this place may come out to a lot -- but he said not to worry about it. So I'm not.

What I am worried about is dying horribly. As soon as Skeptic said that we were a War Station, I fully expected the Slender Man to show up and kill us all. But he didn't. So either we're beneath his notice or he just doesn't care or...whatever. I guess assigning motives to an inhuman monster is kind of stupid.

Our job now is tracking the movements of proxies and the Panopticon. Yeah, because those two secret organizations will be easy to find. Thanks, S. And thanks for leaving me in the company of Mad Tom, who is now busy blowing bubbles in the center of the room.

This is just great.

Mad Tom is Here

What wild-eyed, weary wanderer am I? What will-o-the-wisp? What the hammer, what the chain, in what furnace is my brain?


As you can tell from my ramblings, I am Tom O'Bedlam. Mad Tom to most. You can guess why.


Dear old Skeptic has recruited me for some such station or something. He called it "the Fool's Errand," so I said I was in. I'm up for anything foolish. And what's more foolish than war?


(You know, when I encountered the Slendy Man, I think he left me addlepated. I hope Skeptic knows that.)


So here is me.

Friday, March 23, 2012

The Battle of Crécy

The Battle of Crécy happened on August 26, 1346 and was the one of the most important battle in the Hundred Years War. In fact, it is one of the most important battles in the history of war.

Why? Well, the invading army of English and Welsh numbered around 9,000 to 15,000 men. They were heavily outnumbered by the French forces of 35,000 to 100,000 men. And they won. They not only won, they won so well, it changed war forever.

How many English and Welshmen were killed? Around two hundred. How many French died? Over 1,500 knights, 2,300 Genoese, 11 noblemen, and thousands of infantrymen were killed. The English overwhelmingly won with minimal casualties.

The most important aspect of the battle was this: the English army's longbowmen. They knew how to fire arrows. Many, many arrows at long distances. The French army could barely come close to them - every time they tried to charge, they were hit with a fresh barrage of arrows. Arrows that had been dipped in dirt and shit, infected with disease. Arrows that had barbs that stuck into flesh. Arrows that, if you pulled them out, would leave part of them in you, that would make your wound fester.

The English were ruthless and without mercy. Literally: as the battle waned, they went out into the battlefield and killed Frenchmen with meriscordias, "mercy-givers," thin blades that they could insert into the slit of knight's helmets or under the armpits, killing them quickly.


We must fight the war like this. We must be smart and fast. We must be ruthless and without mercy.

Our enemy is incomprehensible and unpredictable. The Slender Man has all the advantages.

But, as the Battle of Crécy shows, small armies can win against overwhelming odds.

This is the first War Station, named after the first card of the Major Arcana. Because in this fight, we are all fools.

So let's get to work.