Trail Log #1: Too Green (Algernon Forest)

    I stepped into the first Domain. I could tell that it had once been a palace garden, circular in shape, with very high walls. Fountains, terraces, and other structure that were of medieval actually were strung about. it would have been beautiful, if not the forest had gotten in from the outside. Now everything was in ruins, slowly turning back into a forest. I walked along the path. i knew how this was to go:

1. Enter the domain
2. Observe the appearance of the domain
3. Find the fear
4. Talk to the fear
5. See what it wants to show me
6. Ask a few latter questions
7. Leave

I quickly got to the center of the area. In the middle the was a thin marble post that went up to my chest hightwise. it was wrapped in vines, which connected with the being on top of the pillar. The Dormouse (for that was the being it was) was reading from a scroll to a large group of being, its afflicted. they included rodents much like itself, and other creatures of the animalia kingdom. They all shared this one common factor:n they were all fused with plaints, and connected to the ground via vines. As I approached, the Dormouse finished his/her/its/xes speech, rolled up his/her/its/xes scroll, and got down from the pillar. The Afflicted dispersed as i made my way towards their master.

    “So you came to me first”, It said sleepily, without looking at me, “Come on, we don’t have much time”. It started scurrying towards the opposite end of the clearing

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    “How do you like Eden?” it asked me as we walked towards whatever it wanted to show me.
  
    “You shouldn't call it Edan,”, I replied, “it's insulting and rude. This place is nothing like The Garden of Eden”.

    “Well then”, it replied, with a hint of antagonism in his/her/its/xes voice, “How do you know it not like Eden?”

    “I’ve read the bible, abomination, every chapter. Genesis said...” I pulled out a bible (ESV) and flipped to the page, “Genesis said... ‘8 And the Lord God planted a garden in Eden, in the east, and there he put the man whom he had formed. 9 And out of the ground the Lord God made to spring up every tree that is pleasant to the sight and good for food. The tree of life was in the midst of the garden, and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.’ ” I closed the book, put it carefully back, and continued. “This place is a nasty swamp full of ruin, muck, and decaying plant matter. One has to be careful where one steps here, as not to fall into sinkholes and dubrey of the structures that were one standing. This is not a paradise, more like a limbo.” I pointed to a group of afflicted. They were walking about aimlessly, with slightly blissful expressions on the faces. “behold, your servants. Here there go, stumbling about in the half awake stupor that you’ve put them in.” The dormouse looked where I pointed. It sighed sleepily.

    “Well,” it replied , trudging along, “As you will...will....will....”it sat down, and started to snore. I kicked it far down the path, which cause the entire domain to shrieked in surprise and pain. The Dormouse got up and turned angrily towards me. vines started sliding towards me.

“I apologize”, I said sincerely, “it's just that your annoyingly slow.”

“...Understandable” it replied sadly. The vines withered, as did most of the domain, leaving only a field of dead grass and ash. The Afflicted slumped down to the ground and went into the feudal position. “Everyone thinks I’m slow.” it continued, “Even brother and sister think i'm slow.”. It pause for a moment. It was now looking at the ground. “I never wanted to play the game” it said remorsefully, “It's too hard. Most of the fears are much more powerful, not to mention around longer. I haven't tried much, and i haven't had much experience. All I want is to sleep forever, *yewhn* and it's so peaceful there. I want everyone to feel that peace.”” It curled up on the ground and fell asleep, mumbling as it did so. I blinked hard, then looked around. the inter domain disintegrated to a greenish ash, and began to swirl slowly around the sleeping mouse. no, not a mouse, a wad of a plant. it looked like some form of baby creature, but which one no one could tell. I stood there for a while

“Well...that was an extreme response...the ####?!”. And with that I formed a doorway and exited. Best move on. Let the boy sleep.

Trials

I have been inactive for too long. I have been assigned to journey through the domains.

Long story short, detrimental bleeding happened, new fears entered, transgression attacked again, I killed an fear, more fears entered, i visited all of the fears domains as punishment for killing a fear, and i then decapitated the slender man. WHAT. THE ACTUALITY. ####! okay, basic summery:
The archive had picked up some strange signals from a universe  next door, crazy apocalypses stuff was happening, and there equivalent of the doctor (who was in my subconscious for some resein. why must my life be like a ####ing fan-fiction?!?!). The archive/library/whatever set up a venter to there, we got a few refugees, Sam went braserk killing his alternate, a battle started, the #####ing grotesque was summoned and possessed a few bodies, not to mencen transgression was possessing Sam, things were defeated, some of our fears were revived (apparently they were still the Norse versions. yeah, my universes fears pradeded around as gods, what else is new), i attacked one, got a hold of my self after be knocked unconcuse, then left though the venter because Sam said I need to be punished. The collector (doctor guy...which could tecnicly applite to the both of us 0-o) enters as I was leaving, this sentence is very run-on, and I went to fulfill my punishment...which i still need to do.

Log Entry #19: Anger and Punishment

[CONTENT TO BE ADDED, BUT BASICALLY THE ARCHIVE USED PROJECT STAR-GATE AND GOT SOME REFUGES FOR A PARALLEL UNIVERSE, WHICH ##### OFF TRANSGRESSION AND CAUSED SOME BAD STUFF (LIKE THE GROTESQUE BEING SUMMONED), WHICH THEN LEAD TO A FEW ANCIENT FEARS BEING SUMMONED (CALLING THEMSELVES THE VANIR). SHADOW WENT INSANE AND ATTACKED ON O THEM, AND WAS KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS, WHERE THE BLIND MAN TOLD HIM AS PUNISHMENT HE HAD TO TRAVEL THOUGH ALL OF THE DOMAINS OF THE FEARS. SHADOW THEN WOKE UP, AND LEFT TO START HIS PUNISHMENT.
~Dr0Shadow, Author
Now back to your regularly scheduled non-meda blog post]

So Yeah...I have to go though that now. I might see The Wanderer as i go. Well i guess i'll stat alphabetically

Algernon first then.

~Shadow

Log Entry #18: That British Staker and The Clown Maker

That last post would be by the stalker guy. He calls himself The Collector. I call him Tea Addict. }8C But anyway. He's been messing about in ma dreams, fighting of The Corinthian and his clowny ways (GOOD SAMUEL L. JACKSON I HATE THAT GUY), which I'm thankful for. A interesting thing the Grotesque does, he traps the souls of its victims and warps them into aspects of his circus. But an interesting thing about that is that he only absorbs those victims because they want to. "BUT SHADOW!" You say, "WHAT CRAK COCAINE ARE YOU SPEAKING?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IT ATTACKS ONLY PEOPLE WHO WANT IT TO ATTACK?! THEY DONT EVEN KNOW ABOUT IT!?!?!!?". Well there's you problem. They make the deal in there subconscious, where their true thoughts, wants, desires are found. There the Grotesque offers one an exit to there boring and dull lives, but it does say that there is a catch, that they are to be warped and twisted to achieve that. it says this plainly. but yet people still accept the offer. how do i know this? well, Sandman offered it to me once, although it wasn't for an escape form dreariness and bordem. Oh no, it was exsape form the Choir. But, being sensible and not wanting to be a clown (OH MY JUST THE THOUGH OF IT GIVES ME THE WILLY'S GHAA), I declined, Unlike a fellow runner i was traveling woht. he excepted on night and instantaneously he "woke up" and started screaming. his soul was being ripped out of the body, The Grotesque grafting it into ins being. As soon as the separation was complete, It began to warp the body. Basically it was horroble, and i don't want to talk about it

~Shadow

The Red Death

My...

The Red Death

My she's a bad woman.

Spawn of The Red Cap and a Dying Man Shard you know.

Consumed her mother inertly except for some samples we have here. ate alllmost as much of her father's shards as well.

She's not all bad, just a confused little girl, that's all.

But Jack's gotten to her.

Bad Man Jack

Jack of All

Jack the Ripper

Jack of The Lantern

Jack Flame

Jack The Red Hand

Now she wants us eldritch dead.

She takes the form of blood, except its more free flowing then regular kind. She  can create a form for herself via take over clothing, which is done by soaking into it. She Prefers a long raged hooded cloak (which is why The Masque of the Red Death exists). When it possess a article of clothing, it can move it around with limited movement. Usually this moment is directed towards wrapped it's host clothing around a host, which where it would bleed into the the victim's clothes, and force it's way into the victim's orephsis, and thus into the body. There it will either re-write there minds into become it's servants, mutate them into afflicted, or transform them into a host body, which it can act out its will (basically it's equivalent of EAT's camper). It can also create forms out of its liquid form, but these are week but virtually invincible, thus it uses this bloodforms (it's a word now) to bypass the clothe phase.
It's creation was a result of a shard of another fear absorbing some red cap blood and then wage war with the red cap, and absorbing it.

Log Entry #17: They Hate me, but He Loves Me.

They Hate Me.

They Mock Me.

They Have driven me Insane.

My Mind Is Broken beond belif.

They are the ones that Sing of my Doom.

Of Everyone's Doom.

The Fears, The Ne Timu, The FACTS, The Carnal, The Setimentals, The Negitives, The Fallen Fears, None Can Exsape there prophecies.

They Seek With Dub-Step And Poetry And Prose.

They Sing of Incomprehensibilites.

 And they broke my alredy flawed life.

And then they tosed me into the all consoming void and the abyssal one


And then he found me. Broken, smashed, overwemed. And he freed me of fear, or gilt, of primitive toght, of lack. He pick me up and told me to go to the river. Tjough the fog there is hope in the distance. Love will fall like a crashing wave. The others are just trials.

Tonight's the night.

He Loves Me

~Shadow

Log Entry #16: I'm Back (Take Two)

(Or A reversion of faith [and a few bullet points].).
Yeah. I've got a lot of explaining to do. I'll guess give the abbreviated version:

• I woke up alone in a field of flowers without the camper and seemingly unharmed by my dip in the unmaking, with smiley standing over me. apparently i crushed his favorite flower or something.
• after an hour or running form a deranged abomination and trying to explain myself, i calmed him down and we fixed the stupid flower (don't tell him i said that)
• We then used the godsway (i can use it due to Sam, btw) to get to the catacombs where Sam (the blind man) met us.
• i was then assigned back to my a job at the archive, with a person i knew when i was running from the fears.

Which leads us to my problems:

• The Fears are being targeted and killed by some unknown force, but very slowly, as the killings started at the beginning of the twentieth century and have been decades apart.
• The Fallout of said killing have reformed the fears incompletely creating amalgamations of fear shards
• The Neighboring universe is being destroyed by a being called “The Lamb”, and its only help might be stuck in my universe.
• The Fallen fears might be released soon, which might be problematic, as two of them can destroy this universe
• My friends are under the care of EAT, who isn't really know for carefulness, or have disappeared off the face of the world.
• I might be some sort of Eldritch thing myself as i survived falling though something one can't survive in
• The Runners haven't been heard from in over a decade
• A fear that not one of the fears (fallen or otherwise) knows about has made a small appearance
• A few fears might be coming back from the dead
• And A war might be coming soon, one that may destroy humanity in the process.

Well one problem gone, when i post this, The “Archangels” will be released. Thank God I survived...actually...no...YES!

AND GREATER IS THE ONE INSIDE OF ME THEN HE WHO IS LIVING IN THE WORLD!