This will be my last post on this blog – I found a way to have my own blog.
It can be found here: http://distanceofmyfear.blogspot.com/. Oh yes, and one last thing: Marry Late Christmas!
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Friday, December 27, 2013
Log Entry #13: Ramblings in the Sickbay
oh fugeing no-niss. man how i hate connected minds and stuff like that. I'm currently in a the makeshift sickbay with iris. she’s still seeing the memories of Mister Oculus. bolick. and just when i remembered who she was. and now we might half the see The Pestilence. i really hate his right hand man, or his top servant, whatever you want to call him. he plays at being god to much, creating Dr. Frankenstein-esque monsters. just to clear up something about Mary shelley's book, Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster. DARN! i accidentally pricked myself with The Morphine/whatever psycho painkiller we used on iris syringe!! yep here it comes, yep...there now, i'm tripping. hello pink elephants, pleases dump yourself in fiery brimstone. now then, as i’m waiting for the journey (get it, trip, journey, get it? just me? okay then) to be over, lets disuse Mister Oculus’s past behavior. iris, thats how he acted when he was called The Eye. but now he's changed for the better. i was somewhat involved in that. well there's not much to do here. Iris just woke up and is getting some fresh air. i might as well post another file. how about our good old friend, The Blitz. oh wait, Seaderus is back, he says we half to run. ill post The Blitz file later, but right now, i think its time for me to use the Godsway.
Record VII: Hastily recorded headlog
Ah frick. I just escaped from Malin, and that guys arch-angel gone wrong. He’s been trying to kill me ever since we met. He’s the one who knocked me out.
I just read her post. God, I wish I could help her. What could I do? He (Oculus) said I could put the jar to sleep…
And the jar is a fear…
“Hey Malim!” I yell. He stops abruptly, as do I. This is angelic custom, as we both have a good idea whether or not the truth is coming… or trickery.
“What?” He snarls at me.
“I need your help,” I say, a pleading look on my face.
He studies my face for a minute. And another.
“Well?” I ask.
“Girl trouble, ‘aint it?”
“What? No no no no no, NO. Definitely not like that.” Well, definitely not the way he said it.
“Heh. So it is. What’s the trouble?”
“It is NOT!”
“Mhmm. Sure.” He drawls out the two words, taunting me. “What’s the problem?”
“She’s being controlled by Zivlaria.”
“You mean Zilvra?”
“Yeah…” How does he know that?
As if reading my mind, he says, “I follow her post. You are talking ’bout that Iris girl, right?”
“Yeah… How far are you? In the series, I mean?”
“I dunno… somewhere around 26? 25?”
“Great – She’s been controlled by Zilvra, via Mr. Oculus. Call him Oculus – To imply as much disrespect as possible.”
“Damn, you must really like this girl, or hate this dude.”
“I have no social relationship with either.”
“Sure you don’t, Seaddy.” He looks at me, an evil smile on his face, yet good-natured at the same time. “I wouldn’t know how to remove this stuff.”
“Oculus said something about Pestilence being able to get it ou–”
“Heh. I hope your doing a headlog on this.”
“I am.”
“Do you think she’ll still be able to read this?” Malim questions.
“You got a fifty-fifty chance.”
Malim turns to my left, as if looking at an imaginary screen. “Iris! Oculus will have to pay a price–A huge price–In order to have the pestilence cooperate! Pestilence might not even do so afterwards, or he might not have the ability to! Just assume nothing, and. Don’t. Trust. That [CENSORED-Just caught this. ~~Seaderus] who’s got your mind.”
“I’m surprised you don’t profess in politics, Malim.” I clap, slowly, a smile on my face. He knows I’m just kidding.
“Shut up, Seaddy.” We both laugh. I find out, more and more, that the only ones I feel connected to–maybe even make me feel safe–are one of my kind. I shouldn’t have left… Then again, I would’ve left for some reason or other later. Better young than old.
“Maybe Atmos could help us?”
“Atmos? You still know him?”
“Yeah, for better or for worse.”
Atmos is like me, except for his personality – He has little or no emotions. I’ve seen him vent his emotions into a fight, and it was scary, like something foreign getting destroyed, and knowing that your next on the list. He could come here relatively quickly. After all, he spends probably half the day sleeping, and the rest muscle training.
“Atmooooooooooooooooooooos!” Malim yells. I cringe. Now everything in the forest knows we’re here. I start the timer on my watch. Barely ten seconds later, Atmos flies down to us, his wings flourishing in a grey tendril of mist.
“You call?”, Atmos says, cracking his neck. Malim and Atmos are friends of mine, not to mention Atmos is Malim’s brother. A very brief moment I remember my sister. I shut that part of my mind down. I need to concentrate on here and now.
Malim explains his side of the story, and I explain mine, telling him the specific parts about torment and torture.
Atmos nods slowly. “So you want me to help you?”
“Yeah,” I say.
Malim smiles. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like if three arch-angels burst down the doors of hell.”
“In this case, it’s Zilvra, isn’t it?” Atmos says.
“It is.” I say. I motion for Atmos and Malim to follow me, and I walk towards the camp, emotions crawling across my mind: Anger, Hatred, Sorrow, Longing, Hapiness. I didn’t know it was possible to suppress as much emotions, but I do._ Except for one. Vengeance. Iris mentioned something about that, maybe something about Oculus. I didn’t care.
I walked, and my two friends follow, a smile plastered across my face. “Let’s go beat up three eyes.”
I just read her post. God, I wish I could help her. What could I do? He (Oculus) said I could put the jar to sleep…
And the jar is a fear…
“Hey Malim!” I yell. He stops abruptly, as do I. This is angelic custom, as we both have a good idea whether or not the truth is coming… or trickery.
“What?” He snarls at me.
“I need your help,” I say, a pleading look on my face.
He studies my face for a minute. And another.
“Well?” I ask.
“Girl trouble, ‘aint it?”
“What? No no no no no, NO. Definitely not like that.” Well, definitely not the way he said it.
“Heh. So it is. What’s the trouble?”
“It is NOT!”
“Mhmm. Sure.” He drawls out the two words, taunting me. “What’s the problem?”
“She’s being controlled by Zivlaria.”
“You mean Zilvra?”
“Yeah…” How does he know that?
As if reading my mind, he says, “I follow her post. You are talking ’bout that Iris girl, right?”
“Yeah… How far are you? In the series, I mean?”
“I dunno… somewhere around 26? 25?”
“Great – She’s been controlled by Zilvra, via Mr. Oculus. Call him Oculus – To imply as much disrespect as possible.”
“Damn, you must really like this girl, or hate this dude.”
“I have no social relationship with either.”
“Sure you don’t, Seaddy.” He looks at me, an evil smile on his face, yet good-natured at the same time. “I wouldn’t know how to remove this stuff.”
“Oculus said something about Pestilence being able to get it ou–”
“Heh. I hope your doing a headlog on this.”
“I am.”
“Do you think she’ll still be able to read this?” Malim questions.
“You got a fifty-fifty chance.”
Malim turns to my left, as if looking at an imaginary screen. “Iris! Oculus will have to pay a price–A huge price–In order to have the pestilence cooperate! Pestilence might not even do so afterwards, or he might not have the ability to! Just assume nothing, and. Don’t. Trust. That [CENSORED-Just caught this. ~~Seaderus] who’s got your mind.”
“I’m surprised you don’t profess in politics, Malim.” I clap, slowly, a smile on my face. He knows I’m just kidding.
“Shut up, Seaddy.” We both laugh. I find out, more and more, that the only ones I feel connected to–maybe even make me feel safe–are one of my kind. I shouldn’t have left… Then again, I would’ve left for some reason or other later. Better young than old.
“Maybe Atmos could help us?”
“Atmos? You still know him?”
“Yeah, for better or for worse.”
Atmos is like me, except for his personality – He has little or no emotions. I’ve seen him vent his emotions into a fight, and it was scary, like something foreign getting destroyed, and knowing that your next on the list. He could come here relatively quickly. After all, he spends probably half the day sleeping, and the rest muscle training.
“Atmooooooooooooooooooooos!” Malim yells. I cringe. Now everything in the forest knows we’re here. I start the timer on my watch. Barely ten seconds later, Atmos flies down to us, his wings flourishing in a grey tendril of mist.
“You call?”, Atmos says, cracking his neck. Malim and Atmos are friends of mine, not to mention Atmos is Malim’s brother. A very brief moment I remember my sister. I shut that part of my mind down. I need to concentrate on here and now.
Malim explains his side of the story, and I explain mine, telling him the specific parts about torment and torture.
Atmos nods slowly. “So you want me to help you?”
“Yeah,” I say.
Malim smiles. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like if three arch-angels burst down the doors of hell.”
“In this case, it’s Zilvra, isn’t it?” Atmos says.
“It is.” I say. I motion for Atmos and Malim to follow me, and I walk towards the camp, emotions crawling across my mind: Anger, Hatred, Sorrow, Longing, Hapiness. I didn’t know it was possible to suppress as much emotions, but I do._ Except for one. Vengeance. Iris mentioned something about that, maybe something about Oculus. I didn’t care.
I walked, and my two friends follow, a smile plastered across my face. “Let’s go beat up three eyes.”
Record VI: Yes, no, maybe so.
Okay, so I’m running back to the place where I last saw Iris. I need to talk to her.
I’ll back you up on what’s happened. QUICKLY.
I found my friend – A load of help he was. He was dead. I found thirty plus instances of the Blitz. Just great, isn’t it? Apparently, I can put the Last Gift to sleep. Yeah, I’m just that awesome. How Mr. Oculus knows this, I don’t know. I can’t help but be suspicious – I have always wondered about my sister…
That was the reason I went to look for my friend, of course – To look for my sister. If I found her, I’d be so happy – She disappeared from my life about two years ago – She’s my twin, actually.
I’ve reached them – Maybe it isn’t too late…
“IRIS! WE NEED TO GO! NOW!”
Not even when I accidentally took off my jacket in public had I received such a strange look. Especially from someone I know.
“Why?” She tilts her head ever so slightly. Just enough to hint ‘explain yourself’. “I can’t explain, just. RUN!” Mr. Oculus looks at me now with one of his eyes, the other two concentrating on something else.
“What is the meaning of this?” He says.
I’ll start my headlog now.
~~~~ “I really think we should just run!” I say, my voice tense. “Like, right no–”
END TRANSMISSION.
I found my friend – A load of help he was. He was dead. I found thirty plus instances of the Blitz. Just great, isn’t it? Apparently, I can put the Last Gift to sleep. Yeah, I’m just that awesome. How Mr. Oculus knows this, I don’t know. I can’t help but be suspicious – I have always wondered about my sister…
That was the reason I went to look for my friend, of course – To look for my sister. If I found her, I’d be so happy – She disappeared from my life about two years ago – She’s my twin, actually.
I’ve reached them – Maybe it isn’t too late…
“IRIS! WE NEED TO GO! NOW!”
Not even when I accidentally took off my jacket in public had I received such a strange look. Especially from someone I know.
“Why?” She tilts her head ever so slightly. Just enough to hint ‘explain yourself’. “I can’t explain, just. RUN!” Mr. Oculus looks at me now with one of his eyes, the other two concentrating on something else.
“What is the meaning of this?” He says.
I’ll start my headlog now.
~~~~ “I really think we should just run!” I say, my voice tense. “Like, right no–”
END TRANSMISSION.
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Entry #12: The Plan
well that meeting went well. It seems a lot of people are trying to commit suicide this year. ok. so i woke up few minutes after the bird boy left, i guess. i started to unpack a little. pulled out my computer and checked my email (yes, i get Wi-Fi in the pantheon of horror). i got something from Ghost. good guy Ghost. he enter the universe through a door leading out out of the part of the empty city that was in his universe, entering our empty city. somehow he made it to the archive, and got a little amnesia, so that he can remember what his universe was like, all except for the archive, the blind man, and a few other fears. and Neomaria. apparently, the archive had tried to create a new fear by injecting Nightlander DNA into her, which i find compety wrong and sick. then she escaped and ended up in our universe. also, did i mention that the estimated time of her giving birth is a few days from now. that's what he told me in the email. so now i half to convince our alliance of the fear’s that i am on, The Pestilence, Sirius, The Slender Man, the Ey- oh, sorry, Ghost mentioned that he changed his title to Mister Oculus, The Blind Man, and The Vision, among others, to help me and Ghost track down Neomaria to help with the giving birth situation, and convince the newly born fear to help us in this new portion of the the divine contest. wish us luck. whoever is reading this.
Listening to: Gigan, by Mochipet
Yes, i felt like posting what i was listening to right now. deal with it.
~Shadow
Listening to: Gigan, by Mochipet
Yes, i felt like posting what i was listening to right now. deal with it.
~Shadow
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Log Entry #11: NO!
Holy no-niss! you're in the Empty city?! That's suicide! you'll get killed almost instantaneously! (if you are veterans of the fear world, then you're asking “but Shadow, the city doesn't kill fear servants, why should they not go?!”. i'll tell you later in the note second) i guess its time for me to start putting up files again... On second though, look at the blog post here: http://scribesigma.blogspot.com/2011/05/pre06-empty-city.html. that blog is the real and official blog for the archive. i’ve heard that they might start another, as sigma scribe has apparently abandoned it (shes on to better things), but when i don't know when. any-who, lets hope the Eye is on good terms with Fossil-Type OVER THERE (Man i like that name, its so ridiculous and ominousness at the same time!). mind telling me where you are in the empty city? right now i'm trying to follow you but the %$# city tried to kill me about, i don’t know, 7 times? 13 times? i don't know what's got old Worldscraper out of joint, but something's wrong. oh well. try staying in one place so we can find each other. also, congratulations! i didn't think you would become “Mister Oculus”’s bodyguard.
Oh, and before i forget, here is some of my notes on The City of Empty Shadows:
Other names include: Fossil-Type OVER THERE, Metropolis, City of Empty Shadows, Worldscraper, Complex, The World Beyond the Doors, DEVOURER, Breathing Streets, The Infinite Horizon, Dimension X, The Forever Lot, Janus, The Urban Labyrinth, District Maze, Purgatory, Tartarus, Subject Echo Charlie, Hyperborea, Valcourt, Timor Solitarios Civitatem, The Storylands, Wonderland, The Edge of Reality, Threshold, Freak Designation Kappa - MANDELBROT, Origin Point Slot A, PRE06.
Additional Information:
Oh, and before i forget, here is some of my notes on The City of Empty Shadows:
Other names include: Fossil-Type OVER THERE, Metropolis, City of Empty Shadows, Worldscraper, Complex, The World Beyond the Doors, DEVOURER, Breathing Streets, The Infinite Horizon, Dimension X, The Forever Lot, Janus, The Urban Labyrinth, District Maze, Purgatory, Tartarus, Subject Echo Charlie, Hyperborea, Valcourt, Timor Solitarios Civitatem, The Storylands, Wonderland, The Edge of Reality, Threshold, Freak Designation Kappa - MANDELBROT, Origin Point Slot A, PRE06.
Additional Information:
- The Empty City represents the fear being lost.
- No one can escape/finding a way out, until they die, make a deal with a Fear, or the city gets bored. the people that do escape the city report that they are hunted by black tentacles that come from the walls, trying to capture the prey. if they captured it, they will pull it into a black mouth-like structures.
- There is a theory that The Nightlanders are former victims of the Empty City that escaped, but this has never been confirmed. Outside of this possibility, the Empty City has no servants.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Record III: For the record…
It is interesting to read what you all have to say, so…. Let me get a few things strait.
For the record, I am an ARCH-angel, not an angel.
For the record, Slenderman is technically after all.
FTR, I believe your ‘readers’ know that I am using the blog as a domain in which to host my writings. At the moment, this is the email I have composed to this ‘shadow’—I suppose that’s the person who is hosting this blog—and Iris, as her name is:
To: <█████@███.com> “Iris”, <████████@████.com> “Shadow”
From: <███████@███.com> “Seaderus”
Subject: Meeting – IMPORTANT!
I believe we need to talk. We need to set some things strait, like, Shadow’s mass murdering streak. My freak-dom. All that.
I will hope to see you sometime next week. Please respond immediately. ~~Seadrus What else do I have to say but hope that they’ll get it?
~~Seaderus Biolocken Blackout
18:29, Monday, December 17, 2013.
For the record, I am an ARCH-angel, not an angel.
For the record, Slenderman is technically after all.
FTR, I believe your ‘readers’ know that I am using the blog as a domain in which to host my writings. At the moment, this is the email I have composed to this ‘shadow’—I suppose that’s the person who is hosting this blog—and Iris, as her name is:
To: <█████@███.com> “Iris”, <████████@████.com> “Shadow”
From: <███████@███.com> “Seaderus”
Subject: Meeting – IMPORTANT!
I believe we need to talk. We need to set some things strait, like, Shadow’s mass murdering streak. My freak-dom. All that.
I will hope to see you sometime next week. Please respond immediately. ~~Seadrus What else do I have to say but hope that they’ll get it?
~~Seaderus Biolocken Blackout
18:29, Monday, December 17, 2013.
Log Entry #10: !?!?!!
Oh come now! an angel?! what? Grate, so now i have 3 things to worry about.
- Two fear(well, one fallen) are trying to kill me now
- a girl i might know wants to kill me
- an "angel" by the name Seaderus, has suddenly, out of nowhere, has apparently been in the streaming tower, and can use doors. oh and he also can hack and has hacked into my blog and posted a few things.
Log Entry #9: On Meetings, Basements, Blood, and Transformations
Sorry i haven't posted thing for a while know, i've been hiding. for
something completely off topic, did you know that the recording studio
for Mister Oculus has a sub level, and that its completely filthy and
disgusting? it's a lot like a sewer i stayed in when i was running from
The Slender mIRIS! I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU! lets get something
straight here, Iris. i stabed his eye because he was being unreasonable.
well, it wasn't actually his fault. also, an eye for an eye, leaves the
hole world monocular. anyways, you are correct, he is a fear, but i'm
not sure about that coming from The Transgression, but that would
explain why that thing only has one eye. anyway, let me explain what
happened last night. i walked into “Mister Oculus’s” office. he had
walked in there only moments before. i had brought my sword just in case
things got ugly.
“Mister Oculus i presume” i said. he tuned around in surprise, but was quickly smiled “Shadow!” he exclaimed, “Good to,”he tried to find the right words, “see you again! Hows it been working for the blind man?” he nodded to a seat and i sat down. he himself sat in a chair behind his desk.
“I’m not here to smalltalk, Eye.” he cringed as i called him his real Title
“Yes, i suppose you wouldn't”. he fidgeted with his hands. “then lets get to the point, shall we?”
“Why is The Last Gift want to kill me?”.
He shrugged his shoulders and keep on smiling like there nothing wrong with the world he pulls out a teapot from his desk (huh?) and poreses out some weird red liquid from the said condiment container into a cup.
“What that?” i said, inching away from the desk
“Why, don’t you know? its oculi liquorem.” i curse right out loud as soon as those words left his mouth, and pulled out my sword. no way he would do that, i thought, he would have almost half the fears against him! but then he did. then mutable things happened at once. he though the tea cup at me, spilling its contents. i was in front of the door when he thoh the cup. good thing i got out of the way in time, but it was a bad thing for the poor gavel the oculi liquorem splashed upon. yes, when i got out of the way, the door opened and Bam! instant wet servant! he yelled out in surprise, and then out in agony. i have no idea who that was iris, and i have seen many painful thing happened to other, but i have seen nothing this weird... well actually i've seen weirder (if at all possible, never witness an affliction). his body became amorphous, and started to warp and change. the general humanoid shape was still there, but the dimensions of the body were changing. the limbs, digits, and torso stretched and became thin. the neck enonge too, but not as much as the rest of the body. the facial features clumped together into a low dome and a line formed on the diameter. the hair became black and wild and rugged. other than that, it look completely like itself before being spits with eye juice. it stood up and opened its larger eye (which took up its entire face area) for the first time as a Cyclopus.
“Oh My...” i muttered. i had only heard stories about oculi liquorem and what it does to mortals. oculi liquorem is the Blood of The Eye, like Slender man’s Azoth, only. it has the capability to transform most being, permanently or temporarily, into a being known as a Cyclopus, an extension of The Eye, a bit like Judgment, but a bit more stable. thare used by The Eye as another, um, eye, or viewpoint to see out of. completely overwhelming their soul and warping it compile so its only purpose in exists is to be its masters informerse. during the transformation process, the subject usually retain some of it cartistics of the original form, which explains why the formerly gavel will probably still be recognised among its assorted aqantinsiss (have i lost you because of the fancy language?). almost all higher being, including the less powerful fears, UXP’s, and other Monsters an eldritch abominations, and excluding diving bins such as angels, can be also be turned into Cyclopi, but only temporarily, and very briefly. anyway
The Eye seemed to go even more insane after seeing his new utensil. he laughed and convulses with pure madness. he grabbed the teapot and though it at me. having no time to dog it, i slashed it with my sword. it spit cleanly in half and hit the ground at my feet. i was about to strike him, but i saw the oculi liquorem turning white on the blade. interesting, i thought. i dipped the blade into the the spilled blood. it slowly changed color, for red to white, Oculi liquorem to Zilva. it seem to stick to the blade. i glanced up i was shocked when i saw The Eye strangling himself. he started screaming and laughing at the same time. i look on stuned. then i noticed his shadow. it was caging from the shadow of the Mister Oculus manifestation to one of the thing i saw earlier this week. The Transgression smiled as it watched the fear that it was possessing. it smirked and chuckled at its work. it took one of its arms and poked into one of the eyes of the hat the Mister Oculus manifestation and wa sucked into it. i had to stop it from killing that stupid eye. now, i admit, sometimes i would like to make the Eye black, but we sort of need the fears, well, until the end of the universe, not to mention on that The Transgression had been imprisoned in the singularity cell. i had been trying to come up with a way to beat the sense back into The Eye when i hit me. Man i an idiot i thought. i quickly dipped my blade into the Zilva, which climbed and some covered the blade, and ran at the Eye. i stabbed the blade into the middle eye of the top hat, which The Transgression had use to enter his mind.
As he sank to the floor with a streak, i whispered where his ear would have been, “i suggest to prevent this happening again, you should have one of you Gavels become your bodyguard, perhaps one that can manipulate the Zilva.” i pulled out the blade from the now beating, closed eye.
“now i have two fears to worry about.” i muttered. i looked over at the door. the Cyclops. it had just stood there ever since it had had been created. i gabbed its hand and led it into a closet. i closed the door and reann down the hall back to the computer room. i picked up my supplies and ran towards the stairs. as i ran i noticed everyone was on the floor, except the young children, who were sitting quietly. only later i would learn that all the gavel have a connection with the the eye, so when he was knocked unconscious, all of them were too (not to mention the eye tattoo on their bodies will also feel the pain he endured in his eye. sorry iris). i hope i did a good job explaining.
“Mister Oculus i presume” i said. he tuned around in surprise, but was quickly smiled “Shadow!” he exclaimed, “Good to,”he tried to find the right words, “see you again! Hows it been working for the blind man?” he nodded to a seat and i sat down. he himself sat in a chair behind his desk.
“I’m not here to smalltalk, Eye.” he cringed as i called him his real Title
“Yes, i suppose you wouldn't”. he fidgeted with his hands. “then lets get to the point, shall we?”
“Why is The Last Gift want to kill me?”.
He shrugged his shoulders and keep on smiling like there nothing wrong with the world he pulls out a teapot from his desk (huh?) and poreses out some weird red liquid from the said condiment container into a cup.
“What that?” i said, inching away from the desk
“Why, don’t you know? its oculi liquorem.” i curse right out loud as soon as those words left his mouth, and pulled out my sword. no way he would do that, i thought, he would have almost half the fears against him! but then he did. then mutable things happened at once. he though the tea cup at me, spilling its contents. i was in front of the door when he thoh the cup. good thing i got out of the way in time, but it was a bad thing for the poor gavel the oculi liquorem splashed upon. yes, when i got out of the way, the door opened and Bam! instant wet servant! he yelled out in surprise, and then out in agony. i have no idea who that was iris, and i have seen many painful thing happened to other, but i have seen nothing this weird... well actually i've seen weirder (if at all possible, never witness an affliction). his body became amorphous, and started to warp and change. the general humanoid shape was still there, but the dimensions of the body were changing. the limbs, digits, and torso stretched and became thin. the neck enonge too, but not as much as the rest of the body. the facial features clumped together into a low dome and a line formed on the diameter. the hair became black and wild and rugged. other than that, it look completely like itself before being spits with eye juice. it stood up and opened its larger eye (which took up its entire face area) for the first time as a Cyclopus.
“Oh My...” i muttered. i had only heard stories about oculi liquorem and what it does to mortals. oculi liquorem is the Blood of The Eye, like Slender man’s Azoth, only. it has the capability to transform most being, permanently or temporarily, into a being known as a Cyclopus, an extension of The Eye, a bit like Judgment, but a bit more stable. thare used by The Eye as another, um, eye, or viewpoint to see out of. completely overwhelming their soul and warping it compile so its only purpose in exists is to be its masters informerse. during the transformation process, the subject usually retain some of it cartistics of the original form, which explains why the formerly gavel will probably still be recognised among its assorted aqantinsiss (have i lost you because of the fancy language?). almost all higher being, including the less powerful fears, UXP’s, and other Monsters an eldritch abominations, and excluding diving bins such as angels, can be also be turned into Cyclopi, but only temporarily, and very briefly. anyway
The Eye seemed to go even more insane after seeing his new utensil. he laughed and convulses with pure madness. he grabbed the teapot and though it at me. having no time to dog it, i slashed it with my sword. it spit cleanly in half and hit the ground at my feet. i was about to strike him, but i saw the oculi liquorem turning white on the blade. interesting, i thought. i dipped the blade into the the spilled blood. it slowly changed color, for red to white, Oculi liquorem to Zilva. it seem to stick to the blade. i glanced up i was shocked when i saw The Eye strangling himself. he started screaming and laughing at the same time. i look on stuned. then i noticed his shadow. it was caging from the shadow of the Mister Oculus manifestation to one of the thing i saw earlier this week. The Transgression smiled as it watched the fear that it was possessing. it smirked and chuckled at its work. it took one of its arms and poked into one of the eyes of the hat the Mister Oculus manifestation and wa sucked into it. i had to stop it from killing that stupid eye. now, i admit, sometimes i would like to make the Eye black, but we sort of need the fears, well, until the end of the universe, not to mention on that The Transgression had been imprisoned in the singularity cell. i had been trying to come up with a way to beat the sense back into The Eye when i hit me. Man i an idiot i thought. i quickly dipped my blade into the Zilva, which climbed and some covered the blade, and ran at the Eye. i stabbed the blade into the middle eye of the top hat, which The Transgression had use to enter his mind.
As he sank to the floor with a streak, i whispered where his ear would have been, “i suggest to prevent this happening again, you should have one of you Gavels become your bodyguard, perhaps one that can manipulate the Zilva.” i pulled out the blade from the now beating, closed eye.
“now i have two fears to worry about.” i muttered. i looked over at the door. the Cyclops. it had just stood there ever since it had had been created. i gabbed its hand and led it into a closet. i closed the door and reann down the hall back to the computer room. i picked up my supplies and ran towards the stairs. as i ran i noticed everyone was on the floor, except the young children, who were sitting quietly. only later i would learn that all the gavel have a connection with the the eye, so when he was knocked unconscious, all of them were too (not to mention the eye tattoo on their bodies will also feel the pain he endured in his eye. sorry iris). i hope i did a good job explaining.
Monday, December 16, 2013
Record II: Awkward Enough…
Heh. So I found your ‘blog’, Iris. So that’s your name. Sorry for the inconsistencies – I was just walking in and out, finding out what’s happening - I found a strange note from a ‘shadow’, as you mentioned in your post. Odd.
Of course you may think I am a weirdo – I think that I am one myself. Shadow, you, and I could somehow meet, if favorable.
No need for incessant insults and yelling, though. I can only hope that you don’t talk like that.
That’s about it for now, so… C’ya there.
~~Seaderus Biolocken Blackout 21:12, Monday, December 16, 2013.
~~Seaderus Biolocken Blackout 21:12, Monday, December 16, 2013.
Record I: Doowylloh is self explanatory
I am currently doing a headlog, recording what is going through my thoughts, along with my actions.
I walk through a set of heavy iron doors. I push them open easily, ferrokinesis being one of the many tricks under my hat. I close them shut, welding them together with a tight bond of fire and steel, pyrokinesis also being another power under my belt. No one could get in now.
I walked sometime into the hallway, until I got to a door with a large plaque.
This is the right place. I knock, and hear a bang, as if someone has stood up quickly. I hide around the corner, just in time to see a shaded figure wearing a hat, cursing and muttering under his breath. “They allowed that thing to be AIRED?” the figure said, louder than the rest of his ranting. I laughed, as he has a point—Mister Oculus is the oddest show. Ever. No argument there. I came for what I need. I stepped inside. A women walked out from behind a blackout curtain, possibly to cover the recording studio from extra light. She looks at me quizzically. Before she could speak, I say, “I’m an extra. For the show?” She nods, and gestures me to the curtain. I heave an internal sigh of relief—she didn’t discover my lie. My right wing itches, wanting me to leave—it has been tucked under there too long. I take off my jacket in a flurry of movement, surprising the girl. She has a name, but I do not know it. I guessed it was one of the stars, or maybe the receptionist. She looked at me blankly. “Who are you?” She asks me. “Me?” I ask, playing for time. “Yes, you.” “Me… Well, that’s an easy one.” I pause. “Yes?” “I am Seaderus B. Blackout. C’ya later, sucker!” I flap my wings, bursting out a window, falling. At the last second, I loop back up to the window. “You better not tell anyone about this. You’re finale will come… Early.” With that final threat hanging in the air, I swoop down, over the gates of Doowylloh, and into a open door. It leads to a small apartment, which was owned by me. I am sitting down in a chair, hacking into this blog, and I am about to publish it. Of course, what you are reading is very recent. Don’t go looking for me. I won’t let you live. ~~Seaderus Biolocken Blackout 19:14, Monday, December 16, 2013.
This is the right place. I knock, and hear a bang, as if someone has stood up quickly. I hide around the corner, just in time to see a shaded figure wearing a hat, cursing and muttering under his breath. “They allowed that thing to be AIRED?” the figure said, louder than the rest of his ranting. I laughed, as he has a point—Mister Oculus is the oddest show. Ever. No argument there. I came for what I need. I stepped inside. A women walked out from behind a blackout curtain, possibly to cover the recording studio from extra light. She looks at me quizzically. Before she could speak, I say, “I’m an extra. For the show?” She nods, and gestures me to the curtain. I heave an internal sigh of relief—she didn’t discover my lie. My right wing itches, wanting me to leave—it has been tucked under there too long. I take off my jacket in a flurry of movement, surprising the girl. She has a name, but I do not know it. I guessed it was one of the stars, or maybe the receptionist. She looked at me blankly. “Who are you?” She asks me. “Me?” I ask, playing for time. “Yes, you.” “Me… Well, that’s an easy one.” I pause. “Yes?” “I am Seaderus B. Blackout. C’ya later, sucker!” I flap my wings, bursting out a window, falling. At the last second, I loop back up to the window. “You better not tell anyone about this. You’re finale will come… Early.” With that final threat hanging in the air, I swoop down, over the gates of Doowylloh, and into a open door. It leads to a small apartment, which was owned by me. I am sitting down in a chair, hacking into this blog, and I am about to publish it. Of course, what you are reading is very recent. Don’t go looking for me. I won’t let you live. ~~Seaderus Biolocken Blackout 19:14, Monday, December 16, 2013.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Log Entry #8: WHAT WAS THAT?!
That was supposed to be for Tower TV!? I've seen more entertaining/moral beige colored paint drying! why didn't that get canceled?! well I've done some listening/spying and apparently that girl’s name is Iris Dogood, a pretty typical name of a gavel. their first name is usually something relating to eyes of sight, while their last name is based on their main job. that's not her real name, I'm am sure, but the Eye probably made her forget her real name when she came into his service. that happens to most gavels. sooooo..... no much to do here. still i haven't revealed myself yet. later tonight i'll talk to the eye. i did him a favor in the last few years so he won’t kill me or anything like that. lets just hope that he won’t mind me being here... now that i think about it, ill ask him about that Last Gift, maybe he will tell me WHY IT HATE’S ME SO!!!
oh, and before i forget, here’s her blog. She named it an Eye for an eye; http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:PyroGothNer.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
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.
“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.
~~~
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.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
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.)
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.
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: $@%& you, you cryptic fish. i shut off the device, got up, and started walking. then i ran back towards the slab yelling (i was trying to put the domain into a false sense of security. i know, bad idea, but i hadn't slept for a while and my brain rilly wasint fucunoing at full capasity). i stop in my tracks, realizing that the “stone slab” was a humongous touth. i gave the walls an apprehensive closer look. just as i suspected, bone. living bone, the floor was slightly damp flesh, and the rug was actually a tongue thing. i checked it. comply connected to the ground thank goodness for that. call me old fashion, but i don't want to be wrapped up in a tongue, dragged to a mouth, the be chewed and digested. lastly, i investigated the nearest torch to me. it was a vain of some sort of valve vomiting out methane or other flammable gas and it was being ignited by a weird flesh thing that had a wooden stick thing growing out of it, embering at the end, with cased the gas to eging. i compared my stick to the stick on the wall. match. stick mets floor. i ran.
* * *
The Hall ended in a large circular orifice like valve. i really didn't want to touch it, but i got almost irresistible urge to touch it. as i was about to toch it, i opened. i fhed in rerlife. i enter a extremely, almost impossible large room
(OUT OF STORY NOTE: DUE TO TIME RESTRICTIONS, I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO FINISH THIS AT THIS CURRENT TIME)
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Hello
~~~The Collector of Stories
Friday, October 4, 2013
Log Entry #5: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
STOPCATOHITSALLREADYATTHEJAR#$%!!!!NONONONONONAHHHHITS CHASEING MEEEEEE!! GHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOOOOHHHHHH FISH WHY!!! I SHOULD STOP TYPING!!!!!!
Log Entry #4: Curiosity and Temptation
Me again. There’s a Greco-Roman styled building over there, large and. i chased the cat thing here...OH SHOOT NO STOP PLEASE DON'T GO INTO THE THINGY DARN!!! its inside the building. i should be running the opposite direction, and get the heck out of here...but...but I' 'll go look inside the building...should I?
should I?
after all, curiosity killed the cat.
~Shadow
should I?
after all, curiosity killed the cat.
~Shadow
Log Entry #3: Bewilderment
Okay, it’s me again. Its later in the day. I better describe this place in better detail. i'm in some sort of cave, made out of red and tan rock. the walls muddy. The trees are made of bones, and the leaves are made of flesh I think. Veins of flesh crises-cross everywhere like ore....oh, it is the ground. THE CAVE ARE MADE OF FLESH. Yep it’s still alive. I can hear it pulsating. . Once in awhile there a grove of trees, which are made of bones, and the leaves are made of flesh or cartilage. i can't hear or see any sign of life here besides the ground flesh and trees. I think.. oh hi little cat. O-O SHOOT NOT POSSIBLE HAY COME BACK HERE!! gha. And the last gift knows I’m here now. i forgot to mention that in the Pantheon of horror? Well I just figured it out also (the cat tipped me off). its heading deeper/lower into the cave. Yep, that's me, The Figure-It-Out. i’ve only know i should be running...i'm following the cat
~Shadow
~Shadow
Log Entry #2: Crum
Crum. Yes i ventured outside, then was warped into somewhere else. how stupid of m-oh. The trees are made of bone and the ground is made of flesh and ash. Crum-Cruma-Crum-Crum, Crum-Crum.
~Shadow
~Shadow
Thursday, October 3, 2013
PRE28: DEVOUR
(Author's Note: this isn't revised yet, so this will change latter.)
NOTE: NEW FORMAT!!!!
Designation: PRE28
A.K.A: DEVOUR, THE DRINK, The Devouring One, Deliquescent Experimental Vessel (Omnivorous Unit Result), The Hungry Piper, PRE25, The Son of EAT, Fossil-Type APEP, Subject Delta Echo, Eldritch-Dread-Form ADEPHAGIA.
Description: PRE28 usually appears as a large senescent mass of a flesh like material, in a gelatinous-solid state, in a pale green coloration. it moves much like the same was an amoeba dose, extending a part of it, then dragging the rest of its form behind it, but instead of the form moving on, it also extends its body, expanding its area more. It is able to pass through solid objects, corroding and distorting the objects structure it as it pasis though. When it kecic its prey, it surrounds them, forcing itself into every available open space on the victim's body, warping the victim's flesh.
Its a supposedly artificial PRE created by a group of scientists that experimented on PRE14s Ink. what they were trying to accomplish by this is unknown, and if this is PRE28’s actual origin, is unknown, as there are no known reports or evidence of this theory esep a few recovered log entries of some of a few scientists of Project Evolution in the 1941-1945 bracket, on which that offhandedly mentioned “Project Viscosity”, in which apparently The Organisation experimented with PRE14’s Ink on human subject with serious mental/physical problems, hoping that it might cure them of their disorders.
Servants: N/A
Fear of: Starvation, greed, gluttony, want, and hunger
Domain: The Skyscraper of Flesh (when a soul is consumed by DEVOUR, they are sent there. The Skyscraper of Flesh is a singularity in the form of building resembling an asylum)
NOTE: NEW FORMAT!!!!
Designation: PRE28
A.K.A: DEVOUR, THE DRINK, The Devouring One, Deliquescent Experimental Vessel (Omnivorous Unit Result), The Hungry Piper, PRE25, The Son of EAT, Fossil-Type APEP, Subject Delta Echo, Eldritch-Dread-Form ADEPHAGIA.
Description: PRE28 usually appears as a large senescent mass of a flesh like material, in a gelatinous-solid state, in a pale green coloration. it moves much like the same was an amoeba dose, extending a part of it, then dragging the rest of its form behind it, but instead of the form moving on, it also extends its body, expanding its area more. It is able to pass through solid objects, corroding and distorting the objects structure it as it pasis though. When it kecic its prey, it surrounds them, forcing itself into every available open space on the victim's body, warping the victim's flesh.
Its a supposedly artificial PRE created by a group of scientists that experimented on PRE14s Ink. what they were trying to accomplish by this is unknown, and if this is PRE28’s actual origin, is unknown, as there are no known reports or evidence of this theory esep a few recovered log entries of some of a few scientists of Project Evolution in the 1941-1945 bracket, on which that offhandedly mentioned “Project Viscosity”, in which apparently The Organisation experimented with PRE14’s Ink on human subject with serious mental/physical problems, hoping that it might cure them of their disorders.
Servants: N/A
Fear of: Starvation, greed, gluttony, want, and hunger
Domain: The Skyscraper of Flesh (when a soul is consumed by DEVOUR, they are sent there. The Skyscraper of Flesh is a singularity in the form of building resembling an asylum)
Log Entry #1
OK, this stunk. someone just attacked the catacombs, and it was not a fear, i doubt that fears would use a volley of anti-tank missiles. sigh, anyway, i was escaped with the rest of the employees, when a portal of something appeared right in front of me and i fell through and was dumped in a cabin in the middle of the forest. what is this, Slender: the eight pages!?!. i checked my watch, it was 12:00 _m, December 5th, 2012. Oh joy. it doesn't make sense to me either. sigh, so i guess I’m going to try to survive here, the cabinet is full of provisions. why not just go into the forest you ask? because of all the lovely monster waiting to rip my gut open, like Slendy, living statues, or what-have-you. for a while, so ill keep whoever is reading this blog posted on what the heck ever happens, i may be able to catalog some UXP’s.
PRE: The Last Gift
NOTE: since I’m not technically working for the Archive, i have made a new format of writing, and if Blindy doesn't like it, TO BAD!
Designation: PRE33
A.K.A: The Last Gift, The Box, That Which Is Forbidden, Fossil-Type CANOPIC, Tartarus, The Pandoraen (Pan-DOOR-ee-en) Jar, Subject Lima Golf.
Description: PRE33 is a large ancient Greek Jar, with three holes on the sides. out of these holes protrudes black, arachnid-like legs. the top is lidded with a vault like hatch, with a small hole. out of this hole is a black tentacle-like appendages, ready to turn the hatch. if the hatch is opened, either by an outside force or by PRE33, PRE33 will produce an eldritch abomination or a New PRE. it is Unknown how PRE33 is able to create such being, but the leading theory is that it is somehow able to collect all of the collective emotion/characteristic (i.e. sin, fear, love) of mortals and focus it inside its body until it is opened. when open, it releases all that fear energy in the form of a talpa(or more commonly known, a manifestation, sometimes of a PRE, but this is extremely uncommon).
Servants: N/A
Domain: The Pantheon of Horror
Designation: PRE33
A.K.A: The Last Gift, The Box, That Which Is Forbidden, Fossil-Type CANOPIC, Tartarus, The Pandoraen (Pan-DOOR-ee-en) Jar, Subject Lima Golf.
Description: PRE33 is a large ancient Greek Jar, with three holes on the sides. out of these holes protrudes black, arachnid-like legs. the top is lidded with a vault like hatch, with a small hole. out of this hole is a black tentacle-like appendages, ready to turn the hatch. if the hatch is opened, either by an outside force or by PRE33, PRE33 will produce an eldritch abomination or a New PRE. it is Unknown how PRE33 is able to create such being, but the leading theory is that it is somehow able to collect all of the collective emotion/characteristic (i.e. sin, fear, love) of mortals and focus it inside its body until it is opened. when open, it releases all that fear energy in the form of a talpa(or more commonly known, a manifestation, sometimes of a PRE, but this is extremely uncommon).
Servants: N/A
Domain: The Pantheon of Horror
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
UXP573: Fragmentation
Designation: UXP573
Description: UXP573 is an occurrence that happens to PREs. it starts if the PRE is hit with an extreme amount of force in a special area, classified as an “Achilles heel”. when hit, the PRE will “shatter”, and the fragments blast away at an extremely fast rate, not stopping until very far away. sometimes the fragments only stop when on the other side of the world, and some go fast enough to exit this universe or travel in time. when the fragments finally stop, they take shape of a simpler being of the PRE which it came from. these being are either Component PREs (PREs that only represent one phobia), Compound PREs(PREs that represent more than one phobia), or instances of UXP574. this world explained why PRE15 exists as many beings at once. NOTE: UXP573 can happen to Component PREs(they will shatter into shards), Compound PREs(they will shatter into shards, Component PREs, or/and other Compound PREs), Component PREs (will shatter into shards), and shards (they will shatter into more, weaker shards.
Description: UXP573 is an occurrence that happens to PREs. it starts if the PRE is hit with an extreme amount of force in a special area, classified as an “Achilles heel”. when hit, the PRE will “shatter”, and the fragments blast away at an extremely fast rate, not stopping until very far away. sometimes the fragments only stop when on the other side of the world, and some go fast enough to exit this universe or travel in time. when the fragments finally stop, they take shape of a simpler being of the PRE which it came from. these being are either Component PREs (PREs that only represent one phobia), Compound PREs(PREs that represent more than one phobia), or instances of UXP574. this world explained why PRE15 exists as many beings at once. NOTE: UXP573 can happen to Component PREs(they will shatter into shards), Compound PREs(they will shatter into shards, Component PREs, or/and other Compound PREs), Component PREs (will shatter into shards), and shards (they will shatter into more, weaker shards.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Into and PRE26: Ivory Woman
(Author Out Of Story Note: Ok. first thing, this is a fear blog, which means it fiction. its apart of the Fear Mythos. and also, i apologize, i SUCK at spelling, and i got this type of blog idea originally l from the blog The Archive, written by Lizard Bite, but I have since gone and did other things hopefully you enjoy it. ~Dr0Shadow)
Hello, my name Shadow (my codename, for i don't want to be stalked by any of you weird and deprived people out there) and work for The Fears. If you don't know what those are, there basically manifestations of Humanities fears. Currently, i serve The Blind Man (the Fear of memory, getting old, and forget) as a temperately... organizer. I'm a freelance servant of the fear (so i don’t have to go through that stupid hive mind biz/whatever else they do to there assorted cultists, servants, and afflicted humans. It's a pretty good gig, if you don't mind the eldritch. Some of you readers might consider me a traitor for working with those whom use human ls as playthings, but some of them are usually pretty nice, depending on what reality you exist in. in this blog, I'm going to public documents about the Fears (including ones that are not well known yet, so wo ho for the runner community) and Unexplained Phenomena (UXPs), collected by me and The Blind man. To start off so here is Numero Uno, PRE26: The Ivory Woman ______________________________________________________________________________ Designation: PRE26
Colloquial Terms: The Ivory Woman, The Conspiracy, White Zone, The White Queen, The Butterfly.
Physical Description: PRE26 appears as either an animate full size two dimensional outline, white in color, much like chalk in appearance, of a woman, a Three dimensional women shaped white void with the ability to move about, or as as an unknown type of pure white butterflies (in a swarm or singular), or a 2-D and 3-D void/outline versions of the latter form. In the two dimensional form, it usually appears on walls and other surfaces. the outline is actually a window to a white void, and due to this and its other forms, this might connect it with PRE19.
Behavioral Characteristics: Very little is known about its behavior, however it is known that it causes accidents directed towards specific targets.
Further Reading: This blog, and this document encounters with it.
Hello, my name Shadow (my codename, for i don't want to be stalked by any of you weird and deprived people out there) and work for The Fears. If you don't know what those are, there basically manifestations of Humanities fears. Currently, i serve The Blind Man (the Fear of memory, getting old, and forget) as a temperately... organizer. I'm a freelance servant of the fear (so i don’t have to go through that stupid hive mind biz/whatever else they do to there assorted cultists, servants, and afflicted humans. It's a pretty good gig, if you don't mind the eldritch. Some of you readers might consider me a traitor for working with those whom use human ls as playthings, but some of them are usually pretty nice, depending on what reality you exist in. in this blog, I'm going to public documents about the Fears (including ones that are not well known yet, so wo ho for the runner community) and Unexplained Phenomena (UXPs), collected by me and The Blind man. To start off so here is Numero Uno, PRE26: The Ivory Woman ______________________________________________________________________________ Designation: PRE26
Colloquial Terms: The Ivory Woman, The Conspiracy, White Zone, The White Queen, The Butterfly.
Physical Description: PRE26 appears as either an animate full size two dimensional outline, white in color, much like chalk in appearance, of a woman, a Three dimensional women shaped white void with the ability to move about, or as as an unknown type of pure white butterflies (in a swarm or singular), or a 2-D and 3-D void/outline versions of the latter form. In the two dimensional form, it usually appears on walls and other surfaces. the outline is actually a window to a white void, and due to this and its other forms, this might connect it with PRE19.
Behavioral Characteristics: Very little is known about its behavior, however it is known that it causes accidents directed towards specific targets.
Further Reading: This blog, and this document encounters with it.
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