Guys, the 'Smiling Man' is bullshit. I don't buy it and you shouldn't either. Seems to me like there's two more likely solutions here.
Either someone had a nasty run in with Writer and decided his likeness would make a fucking fantastic guise to scare people with under the premise of being one of the fucking 'Fears' OR it's Writer himself getting tired of working for the tall fucker and trying to establish himself as something bigger. Either way, just a guy. Not a real Fear. At worst, a disgruntled Crafter off his fucking rocker.
The guy I had a run in with is dead. Now, if that was the bastard himself, he's dead. I dunno that even Writer could come back from that, and it definitely wasn't Writer. If that was a lackey, well then I guess I made my point because no more flowers have shown up.
More importantly, I'm fucking drowning in Hollows. None of them are good enough to do me any serious harm, but a few have gotten in lucky shots due to sheer overwhelming numbers. I can't simultaneously stop ten hollows from attacking-quickly in sequence, yes, but I'd have to be superhuman to never ever get hit. I've got so many fucking stitches right now I look like fucking Frankenstein. It's a good damn thing I picked up a lot of field medicine crap from the Boss.
I need to start getting shit done before I actually get hit hard enough to make a difference.
