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.
Friday, December 27, 2013
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.
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