Rewatched marble hornets recently, looking back i cant blame alex for beating tim with that metal pipe, that man had the camera GLUED to his buns throughout that entry

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Rewatched marble hornets recently, looking back i cant blame alex for beating tim with that metal pipe, that man had the camera GLUED to his buns throughout that entry
A/N : found on a tape, filmed by alex & tim. depicted off screen, tim is hit in the head with the metal pipe picked up by alex.
love how tim's just consistently pointing the camera at alex/joseph's ass 😭😭
pissing all by yourself, handsome? *metal pipe falling sound*
tim look out alex is right behind you TIM LOOK OU
Entry #56
165th day, and I’m 420 inches tall! Blaze it *’small’ laugh* I wonder if I can even get high, or drunk, with how big I am. Maybe I should rob a brewery sometime soon, test it out. But I should do it a fair distance away, you know how I get when I’m drunk Jessie!
Entry 56, 3-26-21
I can’t
My █ is so authoritarian and █’s endangering my social health because I need my phone so much it’s all my fault
And at my █s I feel like a parasite constantly
They’re both so kind to me and I continually fail everything in return
I’m nothing but a burden to them
But I guess I’ll persevere
You can’t take back the past
The Scars
(OC: Date [14-09-2016] Day[Wednesday])
Dear diary…
It is but a short day today. There were not as many wounded that needed tending to and I seem to be making better relations with the locals. However how much I am still unsure. A few smiles and nice looks mean nothing when that’s as far as the pleasantries extend.
I made my way back to the camp to find everyone and their usual activities. I left them too it to find something to eat. Healing is hungry work regardless of how busy it was. I came back outside to find Aelathdrin troubled by something. So I, the Shade and eventually the Magister all took an interest in seeing what was wrong. I asked my questions but found them being asked alongside the Shades own, so I kept my silence to not have two people asking at the same time. From what I gathered she seemed to be troubled about being made to accompany Rassos. The Magister then started to motivate her and feel better. He even risked compromising his image to do so. He revealed the scars on his neck and body. It would be the first time for me to see those on his body without the illusion to hide them. I remember what Taryane told me, and seeing them brought me sadness at the thought of the pain he suffered then. But something like this will never happen to him again. I swear on this.
I remember a time he told me he was a monster. And I should not love him. And I did not believe him, because I knew deep down there was no monster inside, just somebody who does what needs to be done and says what needs to be said. He has always had good intentions and what I saw today just confirmed that. He isn’t a monster, and it warms me to see him the way he is.
Nothing of note really happened beyond that point. Well, actually it turns out Ara’ni found out the elf that enslaved her had perished. A stain on our people. Good riddance. A true monster. Sylvarys is nothing like that. But for now I shall rest.
Yours faithfully
Irelia Dawn Bringer