Here's something to think about (Marble Hornets and EverymanHYBRID vs. the rest)

That J guy and those HYBRIDs are in quite a mess. Who's on whose side, J must be wondering. And then the EverymanHYBRIDs have to figure out how they're related to that Doctor, what that HABIT guy wants with them...

Their predicaments involve human plans. The Operator, that is, the Tree of Death, not me, is some sort of...

hm... some sort of sign. In Marble Hornets he definitely is setting off the events. Alliances formed because of the threat he poses. Could there really be a solid good and evil among these corrupt humans? Few will argue against the gentleman himself being evil.

The HYBRIDs are different. It is rather uncertain to us whether he caused their situation, or if HABIT is the culprit.

Man could clash with the Habit easily enough. But the Feral. What is his stake in this? There needs to be something more for him than just being a pawn of HABIT's.

But really, that's the point. No one knows what's going on here.



On the other hand, everyone else I've encountered blogging is the same. It's all about him. He's following you, he wants to rip your limbs off, people are going insane and making weird codes in the name of worshipping him. Ultimately, it's pretty simple.

Of course, what's left? What he is.

That's why people do research.

That's why I am posting my thoughts on the matter.


But HABIT's game is different. Same with Redlight, and his shared ability to block content. AmalgamationSage has encountered many creatures. A young woman named SandraLya knows something about the Rake. The HYBRIDs are in a different boat than the rest.

The Marble Hornets crew are in a situation where the only person giving the general public any straightforward information (if we are to believe so) knows nothing of the matter himself.

In summary, many people encountered Him on their own.

Jay lost his memory and is trying to get it back. The HYBRIDs have known him for longer than they've been alive. Stephanie is an interesting case, as she encounters him rather naturally, but their history gives her the compulsion to block him from her mind.

The writer of the Hiking Fiend blog is in a similar situation. He is in a slendertown (such a common prefix, so why not? My Sister once called a situation "Slender-awkward", even though --- was not involved in the least), and thus, by trying to look into matters, Mr. Jameson has been taken by the Wicked Gentleman.

Another look: Those who are in an unknown situation want answers. Those who he is trying to kill are at war.

In which I examine The Look

I'll cover tentacles and branches some other time. Those don't interest me right now.

What interests me is elements of the original "human" form-

Tall

Faceless

Thin

Suit



He is the appearance of hopelessness.
The facelessness and the suit are a show of conformism. No identity.

He looks dead, and he causes death. He is so thin; he is emaciated. Yet he is so tall, which would show health. He has the appearance of a man who had been very healthy, but then died. Man struggles to become great, but will inevitably perish.

Tall: The sign of greatness. Man can become great. Man struggles for this. This is the wish. He is the corruption of that wish.

Faceless: Those who he takes no longer are relevant to the outside. The thousands who mysteriously disappear.

Thin: No more nutrition. No more health. The inevitable death. Think to that description that the late Robert was given "tall, pale, thin, bald". Think about that.

Suit: On a first glance, this could be a symbol of conformity. A lack of individuality. And yet, he is not in one form. He takes many different forms. As I've neglected to include, he transforms to form his tentacles/tendrils. Why he is altered would seem to be a contradiction. But this gives another way to view it: The fact that he is not different to every person, but rather, will change even in the eyes of the same people, shows the uncertainty within His (my honest type) existence.

He takes on the hopelessness of his victims. The monster that feeds on the negativity of those defeated by it. I find this quite interesting.

More interesting though, could be the uniqueness of those who he finds. A detective in a corrupt town, several people abused as children, the girl with the many middle names. I suppose not everyone has a story. Not everyone is "normal", and not everyone is "different" (from "normal", that is). Diversity. And in his eyes, diversity is futility.