Too Late
Stop what you are doing right now and run, Mark. Run! They are on to you. They know your identity. They know where you are hiding. They are going to kill you... or worse. Run!
Under normal circumstances, I would not do this, but you are too important, your uniqueness must be preserved. You are probably thinking this is a joke, or a ruse. It is not. This is real. They are real and they are not here to set you free. No. They want your thoughts. They want your mind. They will stop at nothing until you are either silenced or fully converted to their nefarious ways. Unless you want to go through an excruciating process of assimilation, you will run right now.
Bro, did you not hear me? What the fuck is wrong with you? Your free will is about to be stripped away from you, your flesh turned into a lifeless husk. Get out, you fool! Run!
Mark, why are you not doing anything? I can see you are still sitting there, not moving at all. What is going on? Did they get you already? But how? My intel has never failed me. Their strike force did not have enough time to get there and I made sure the nearest brainwashing relay is out of commission, so how did they...?
I do not... Oh God, it is me, is it not ? It is my signal. They must have found out I was going to contact you and then they hijacked the comm. Fuck! That is why you are not moving. There must be an encrypted subroutine running underneath this message that’s messing with your brain... let me see if I can find it and...
There! I did it. That was quite smart of them but I am even smarter. I will always have your back, Mark. Now, get on with it! Those alien Saturn bitches (or whatever they are from...) can not have you. I will make sure they never...
No! Oh, no no no! Damn it! The moment I shut down their signal, they activated a secondary one and locked me out of their system. This thing is useless now. I can still type, but that is pretty much the only thing I can do. Mark, for the love of everything that is holy, you need to fight their influence. Think happy thoughts, sing Kumbaya... do something! I have believed in you all this time. Please, do not let them...
Oh shit! Their drones are closing in. It is too late. I am so sorry. Your blog was always a beacon of hope despite everyone thinking you were crazy. I tried, I really tried. I wish it had been enough. Still...
We are on the right side of History, okay? I have to go deeper underground now before they come for me, too, but I will keep on fighting. I hope one day I am able to save you from your terrible fate. It was a pleasure, Mark. Goodbye.