Log Entry #7: Into Tower TV land

Shoot, i hope they don’t get out of that pit any time soon. Ok, right now i'm in a server room in the Mister Oculus filming studio. it, like all of the other Tower TV film studio’s, located pasuly in the Empty City. so thats how i got he-One sec, “Be quiet over there! i’m trying to concentrate!”. sorry, they were trying to get my attention from that hole. stupid Gavels. where was i? oh yes, who i got in here. i was running through an alleyway, being chased by some City Tentacles, which are black tentacles/arms created by the city to hunt down prey and drag it back to a wall, when a mouth will appear on the wall surface and consume the prey, which i didn't want that very fine morning. Quite annoying, disrupt your entire plans for the rest of the day. anyway. one tentacle tried to wrap around my leg.

“Ballix” i muttered as dodged the attack, “Why are they so annoying?” then i glimpsed the front gates of Doowylloh (oh nice name, i can imagine where they got that), the entrance from the empty city to the screaming tower, filming site for all of the tower tv programs, well, most of them. the filming site exists in the screaming tower and the empty city at the same time, making it easier for servants/actors/food/expendables to enter it, which was very fortunate for m-BACK TO STORY. i needed to end this game of tag right now. i turned around and pulled out a black short sword( yes, i have a sword, how cliche, which i just realised i could've used in on that Stupid Jar) from nowhere (yes its eldritch, that was a silly question to ask, non-existent-readers) and slashed all of the tentacles to ribberns. immediately they started to reform, but the dead was done, and this particular dead had just bought me enough time for me to escape. i had ran through the gates when a enerathly(or should i say; Empty City-ly) streak came from behind me. i calmly turned around to face the tentacles straining against the force wall that prevented them from entering the gate. but let me explain something first. earlier in Tower TV history, the tentacles enter through the gates at night and killed some of the employees on the site. ever since then, there has been a force field at the gate to prevent future incidents.

As i was about to entered a random studio through the back entrance, i saw something move in my peripheral vision. i turn in the direction of the movement and wanted to scream out long. a strange abomination was moving across the street, seemingly not taking any notice of me. now, don’t take me wrong, i have faced down almost a lot of abomination. i've seen eldritch places, friends being transformed before my very eyes, and the entire demonic army of hell tearing a soul of a very evil man apart limb by limb. but this thing was one of the things that filled my with even more dread than all of the things pervious. how the heck did that thing get out of the prison?! the memory of that thing still haunts me right now. it didn't look like much, a female humanoid, with long, spindly arms(which it dragged along the ground behind the rest of it) which looked very similar to a spiders, with a long neck and a seemingly skeletal face, excepted for its left eye, which was reptilian and red, and is mouth, which crevec absurdly in a half circle. it hair was wild and fearful, like rats had nested in it and also eaten some. it wore a red ball gown, suspiciously looking like it was stained with blood. its skin was moist like muscle a lot looked like it too, and was scared all over it. it glided quickly and disappeared into an alley. let just say i wasn't anxious to follow it in hot pursuit. i ran to a back entrance and slammed the door behind me.........................Sorry, i lost my train of thought, where was i? as i ran down the hall, i ran into some employees. which happened to be two Gavels. how could i tell? they had blinking eye marks on their necks. you see, they serve the eye, which is how i knew that i ended up in the eye’s thing. they were shocked to see me and immediately ran the opposite direction. the next moment the alarms went off.

“Great” i said angrily, “just what i needed, the eye trying to kill me.”. i ran towards an open door and closed it behind me. i turned around and found myself face to eye with, well, a gigantic eye. yep, just growing out of the wall. i have know idea what it was doing in there but i bludgeoned it. yep. just like that. with my sword. Lets get back to the story, shall we? i hear someone coming so ill half to end this now.

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Ok, im back. someones at one of the computers, she seems to be writing... is that a blog? of cores it is. stupid compulsion. maybe i can talk to her. later tonigh-BACK TO STORY! i ran (i seem to run a lot of the time in this blog) out of the closet, down the hall, and right into a large group of gavels. i ran past them and jumped over a carpet. i have no idea why i did that, i kind of got a strange feeling about it. it was a good thing i did. apparently a strange fleshy hole portal thing was hidden under it. you know why i know that? because all of them fell through. i have a sneaking suspicion that hole led to the Last Gift’s domain, and that it was for me. note to self: get on good terms with the Last Gift. and now were here, me in the corner of the computer room, some gavels in a dimensional rift, and a 19 (?) year old girl typing on a blog post. i think i'll start reading it, maybe it can tell me how she is. i can’t put my finger on it, but she reminds me of someone, i think she’s important.

PRE35: The Vision

Designation: PRE29
Common Name: The Vision
A.K.A: Fossil-Type Moirai, The Oracle, The Duchess, Destiny, Fate, The Future, The Pathwalker, The Guide, Clotho, The Soothsayer, The Oracle, Dola, Jumala, Isalein, The Visionary, The Source of Life, Blessed Damozel, The Chaos Butterfly.
Description: PRE35 is described as an “extremely beautiful” female humanoid resembling a caucasian human, with orange/red hair, Red wings, and red claws for hand. is most often seen wearing long blue evening gown. the subject’s eyes have no irises and her pupils are extremely large. its eyes are able to see though all types of matter, and see the future events. if someone looks into PRE35's eyes, the subject will start to hallucinate. these hallucinations always depict glimpses of events in the subjects future or “destiny”. It intentionally shows people their futures but only bits and pieces. As the subject shows them more, their sanity is slowly destroyed. the victim will try to avoid these events or find out more. during this process, PRE35 can embed some of its consciousness into the subjects soul, thus make the victim its servant.
Servants: Scions (
Fear of: Destiny, Inevitability
Domain: “The Streams Of Destiny”
(Note: you know i like this one. maybe i can convince her to help me out... if she were still existent, yep shes currently in pieces [mostly], mostly in The Arena.)

Log Entry #6: Journey to the Center of The Pantheon of Horror

Okay, im out. Byways ill explain later, escaped that daft Jar’s Domain, but now i’m stuck in the Empty City, which like to eat people. maybe i can find the The Wandering here...BUT YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THAT, CURRENTLY NON-EXISTENT READERS!! you want to hear about what happened last time. well let me tell you:
           I walked into the building where the cat disappeared into. now, to understand why i hesitated at the door, i'll describe what the cat itself looked like. its fur was black, and slightly mangy, half-inch bald spots just starting to form. it look like it wa in the stages of going in between malnourished and regularly nourished, as you could see hints of its bones. its eyes were the most craziest thing about it. they looked old, too old for a cat or any living thing. and it had a presence about it, which made whomever was around it lul into a sense of sincerity, as if the strange cat could do nothing harmful to you of anyone. it made you want to trute it kindly, do do whatever it wanted you to do, mostly the urge to follow it. i knew i really souldent follow it, but i was curious. as i walked in, an overpowering and pervading smell of rotting flesh and things flesh produces hit me. i was considering of going back when i heard a mechanism behind ,me. i turned around judft in time to see the door being sealed behind me. i rushed to the stone blocking the door. i picked up a stick from the floor then. i banged on the stone with it for about a minute, then check my progress. oh joy, not a scratch. but what am i think, i chided myself, like a stick could do anything against a large stone slab.

             “i really should control myself better.” i muttered to myself. i slumped to the floor, leaning against the stone. i look down the hallway. torches were placed along the walls so that there would be large areas of darkness separating the small areas of light. not really inviting. at that moment, i heard a series of beeps i fished around in my pocket until i found that wird wrist clockwork vortex manipulator thing. on the small screen a message was written: Come on, old boy, no use in sitting around all day, get on with it! okay, i thought, i fitted around with it until a small qwerty keyboard popped out. i typed a quick response: okay then stalker, so tell me, who are you and how do you know what i'm doing?. the reply came quickly: First of, you already know me, although you probably don't remember because of the crisis. well let me tell you, I’m Not a Fear. I am Head Librarian, Head Curator, The Doormaster, The Barman, Mister C, John Doe, A. Wizard, The Chronicler, Richard Roe, Smithy Weston, That guy who hangs out in B&Q, Him by the record player, Etcetera Etcetera. remind you of anyone? My response: $@%& you, you cryptic fish. i shut off the device, got up, and started walking. then i ran back towards the slab yelling (i was trying to put the domain into a false sense of security. i know, bad idea, but i hadn't slept for a while and my brain rilly wasint fucunoing at full capasity). i stop in my tracks, realizing that the “stone slab” was a humongous touth. i gave the walls an apprehensive closer look. just as i suspected, bone. living bone, the floor was slightly damp flesh, and the rug was actually a tongue thing. i checked it. comply connected to the ground thank goodness for that. call me old fashion, but i don't want to be wrapped up in a tongue, dragged to a mouth, the be chewed and digested. lastly, i investigated the nearest torch to me. it was a vain of some sort of valve vomiting out methane or other flammable gas and it was being ignited by a weird flesh thing that had a wooden stick thing growing out of it, embering at the end, with cased the gas to eging. i compared my stick to the stick on the wall. match. stick mets floor. i ran.

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The Hall ended in a large circular orifice like valve. i really didn't want to touch it, but i got almost irresistible urge to touch it. as i was about to toch it, i opened. i fhed in rerlife. i enter a extremely, almost impossible large room

(OUT OF STORY NOTE: DUE TO TIME RESTRICTIONS, I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO FINISH THIS AT THIS CURRENT TIME)