I'm Going to Have Fun

I don't want to get too much into this, but as I am writing this, I am planning on having a fun little excursion into what this city is all about. I am Buddy Tippet. I am a hedonist. And right now, I feel like having a fun time.

Since my release from the dragons, I haven't been doing much. I've more or less just been sitting in my room at the Railroad Club and exploring the world from here. It's time I do a bit of exploring. That's really all I have to say on the matter.

For now, I turn your attention to my books. They are as follows:

Pack Rats of The Inside

Vox Deus

b.t.

The Nom Nom Chronicles

You can find them by clicking this link HERE.

Why not buy a copy and allow your mind to wonder to more pleasant places? Let yourself indulge in that wonderful sticky darkness. That's what I am about to do.

We're All Hedonists!

In the last few hours, I've been getting some really annoying emails. Look at some of these selections:

"You're just being used by Miss Silky and the other elites. Stop supporting them!"

"People are getting killed in the streets and you don't seem to know. If you do, you don't seem to care."

"Miss Silky and Baphomet are the same. They just act by different rules. Scritch City is like living in hell."

"You interviewed a doctor who raped me and got me pregnant. He offered to pay me for the baby. What the actual fuck?"

"Fuck the Fairy Ermine. We're better off without her."

"I know Quentin personally. You'll be better off once a bullet gets lodged in his brain. Fuck Quentin."

"You're books are a part of the problem. Stop writing and get out of this city."

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What the fuck did I do against any of you people? What did any of us do... but allow you all to seek out your own fortunes and pleasures. If you really think its bad here in Scritch City, try leaving it. Go out into the great USA and see how they treat you when you even attempt to do what comes natural. America is full of prudes that care nothing for our own natural urges.

Scritch City was founded on an unwavering principle of hedonism. We are allowed to seek our own pleasures selfishly as it was intended. I don't want to see bullshit like this in my email inbox! If you are having trouble making it to the top in SC then you were meant, by your very nature, to be fucked in the ass by a big, fat dominant male!

Life isn't fair, fuckers! If you can't stand the heat, get the fuck out while you can, because we're coming for you to put you where you fucking belong!

And you can buy my fucking books right HERE! Read 'em or fuck off!

Something's Happening

Ever walk outside and everything seems a little different? Different colors or something like that? I don't think my situation is exactly like this. It's more of a collective of observations. I'm looking at myself as much as I am other people--the people around me. I've also been dipping about in social media and checking out what's going on in Scritch City.

First of all, I feel like I've been living at the Railraod Club for months now. What has it been... a week? A few days? Why does it feel like months? I don't get it. People don't look like they are moving slowly or anything. I just... I can't seem to perceive time correctly. It's genuinely disconcerting.

I can understand a long time feeling short... but a short time feeling long? How can the brain even work like that? It doesn't make any sense to me. Can any of you figure this out? The whole thing is extremely disturbing to me.

I also got to thinking about Aloe recently too. I noticed her here at the Railroad Club today. I think she is still here too. The sharks all seem to really like her. They were going on about how cute she is and something about a tiny weapon she carried with her. (To be clear, the sharks working at the club are weapon aficionados.)

Miss Silky really liked Aloe. I can tell because I caught her referring to her as her "Little Snickers Bar." Miss Silky always calls people she likes after sweet things. Of course, I had that in my book too. It's based on truth. She really does that.

A while back--I don't know how long--I doxxed Aloe hard. I was getting her journals on my desk back at home. Come to think of it, I haven't been to my house in a while. I know, by order, it was before I was taken by the dragons. I wonder how Eddie is doing. He isn't allowed into the club.

Wait... I'm rambling.

One of the things I read about was that there is some sort of new group or something appearing in the city as if it was already here, but only now revealing itself. Nobody knows what its called yet, but the theme of it seems to be counter to the hedonistic principles this city was founded on. There's a lot of talk about the corruption of the elites, and like-same subjects.

Yesterday, if I had heard about something like this, I would have laughed it off. But something just feels off today. It just feels like something is happening. I don't like it. I really don't. I like this city as is. We don't need any sort of reform. The elites keep this city working the way it should. Don't ruin something that functions well enough. We're happy here.

I'll have a talk with miss Silky once she is finished with Aloe. We'll sort this out. Maybe she already knows about it. Silky is great for this city. She keeps it peaceful. Leave us alone.

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Things Have Quieted Down

I have not received any new images or sound bytes from the incident near the Pavilion. So I decided to do my best to give the order of events the best I can. It will perhaps serve to help people out and maybe more information will be forthcoming. I'd hate for this case to grow cold. I, quite unfortunately, will not be using any timestamps because they will more than likely be inaccurate.

1: The power throughout Scritch City went out for about 2 minutes. There was apparently no one NOT affected by this. Anything with backup power did function, but main power was wiped out. The Railroad Club was affected. We have a generator available but it was not set up and ultimately not needed after the 2 minutes was up.

2: Shortly after the power goes out, a bright ball of light appears just south of the Pavilion. It was captured on multiple cameras at the time. This ball of light was accompanied by a tremendously loud noise which you can hear in the two previous blogs. The light and sound lasted roughly a full second.

3: People close to the incident could hear the sounds of an old man screaming for about 5 to 10 seconds.

4: The police apparently move into action at this point and begin filing towards ground zero. Officer Dakota was in charge of the investigation.

5: After 2 minutes, power spontaneously returns to the entire city.

6: Reports coming in from the investigation speak of a burn mark in the ground that looks door-shaped. It is believed that someone came through it into Scritch City. A regular viewer of this blog, Shawn O'Toole, comments that the bang signified someone "punching" through to our side. However, he also seems to think he is from a different universe and thinks my famous character Ixus could be the one doing it. So take what he said for a grain of salt.

7: The only new update comes from an anonymous source. He writes to me:

They are three, and the one leading them is "The Savior."

I haven't the foggiest what this means but thought it was interesting enough to post. It might just be someone trying to troll us by being mysterious. Anyways, that's all I have. If anyone reading this blog has any new information, contact me at BuddyTippet@gmail.com.

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New Audio of the Incident

You would be surprised at how difficult it has been to get a hold of new footage or audio of the weird thing that happened in the early hours of the morning. I am happy to say that I was able to obtain a new audio clip that was taken much closer to ground zero. It comes from a security feed that was sadly facing the wrong way. Nothing really shows on it but the top half of someone's head, but the sound captured is GLORIOUS! Please have a listen!

CLICK HERE TO HEAR AUDIO!

This clip was taken only about a mile away from the Pavilion. I don't even think the camera's mic was able to take it in properly. One person described it as having a lot of bass to it. They could feel it wrenching at their gut. It hurt to hear this sound apparently.

And yet, with all its light and bluster, there was no crater left at all. Only the burned in mark of a door. Many are pretty sure someone or something came through, but nobody has any footage of this. There were zero cameras at ground zero. But that doesn't mean other cameras didn't see anything strange.

By the way, there seems to be some confusion. The event did not happen AT the Pavilion. It was about a block away in an abandoned parking lot for a grocery store that closed about two years ago. There's really nothing there.

Miss Silky still wants everyone to stop interfering with the police. They are working very hard on this and need your cooperation. I even got a memo from Officer Dakota which literally reads, "Don't interfere. My trigger finger is itchy right now. Just give me a reason."

Might be best to just let them be, friends. If you have any footage or new audio of the event, email them to me at BuddyTippet@gmail.com. I'll post whatever you send me. Also check out my latest book The Nom Nom Chronicles. Here is some info:

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A Strange Light

Further detective work on the strange phenomenon that happened recently has come through. There was indeed a loud BOOM! sound near the place where the ball of light was seen. People closer to ground zero also heard a lot of other sounds. One person described it as the screaming of an old man... which is oddly specific.

The police scoured the area. They did find something. It wasn't a transformer. The area where the light appeared was scorched with a very specific shape. It was in the shape of a door apparently. [I am so sorry that I do not have a picture of this.] They wouldn't have thought it was a door shape if it wasn't for the clear imprint of a doorknob and even some hinges burned into the ground.

So what the heck is going on? Seriously, this has me spooked. I could not even begin to tell any of you what is going on. Nobody has been found in connection to this. We have a better view of the morning it happened, but what the actual fuck, man?!

I did get a few emails from concerned citizens. A few new pictures as well. There were some security cameras that caught the initial flash. I also have a sound clip of the noise it made but from a distance. Sadly... my blogging service cannot post sounds, but I'll be happy to upload it to another service and link you over to it.

CLICK HERE TO LISTEN TO THE AUDIO!

I'm all out of ideas for now. Once again, if you hear anything else about the weird event, just email me at BuddyTippet@gmail.com. Also check out the trailer to my book Pack Rats of The Inside below:

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Pertaining to the Strange Event

Everyone in Scritch City just recently experience a power outage that lasted for about two minutes. It happened to me too. But if you were outside when this happened, you might have noticed a bright light that was visible from the mid-eastern district of SC. We think it happened somewhere just south of the Pavilion. A lot of reports seem to suggest that.

The light itself seemed to occur at ground level. So far, nobody seems to have been present at the exact coordinates of the strange event. The police are are currently on the case. I've been doing what I can to find pictures or video of the happening, but it's still a bit early.

Miss Silky has politely asked that everyone stay indoors, if you can, while the SCPD sort this out. Who knows, it might be nothing more than an exploding transformer. There were some reports of a loud bang that went along with it. But the light itself seems to have been, based on multiple accounts, extremely bright like a great hovering ball.

Why don't we all just take a deep breath and just let the police do their job. They are here to protect us from danger. But still, if any of you have any information on what the heck happened, send me a private email. I can be contacted at BuddyTippet@gmail.com. I'll be happy to post any photos you find, although they always get fucked up for some reason. But I'll do my best to clear it up.

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My Interview with Xavier

Buddy Tippet: You may or may not have heard of this guy. His name is Xavier, and he is in charge of much of the land development happening all around Scritch City. He was also the sole designer of the Pavilion. So there are a lot of credits under his belt as far, as this city is concerned. Welcome to my little room in the Railroad Club, Mister Xavier.

Xavier: Pleased to be here, Mr. Tippet. Consider me a fan of the blog. Glad to see you are back at the keyboard.

BT: Thank you. Now, I need to explain to everyone that Xavier is a dragon, but he is not a part of the group of dragons that hail from the Predatory Union. He is a longtime resident of Scritch City, in fact.

Xavier: Yes, Scritch City is my home. I do make frequent contact with the PU. I have family there.

BT: You are but one of a number of dragons who have taken residence here.

Xavier: One of many.

BT: But I would say that few have contributed as much to this city as you. Even the Railroad Club is credited to you.

Xavier: And I love this building very much. I have always favored the atmosphere of a smooth jazz club. Also I love your new trumpet player. Same name as you, right?

BT: Yes, somehow we share the same name. A lot of people get us confused. He told me in private that people often walk up to him at the bar and ask him about my blogs. Apparently the guy doesn't even own a computer.

Xavier: Maybe that's smart.

BT: [I chuckle.] So please... tell me something about yourself so that people can learn about you.

Xavier: I was born in Scritch City but received my education within the US. I was always dedicated to the city state however. Everything I learned about business and real estate was intended to improve my home. It is my goal to turn this city into a technological utopia. I think the Pavilion was a great step in that direction. It's all about open format thinking. Allowing new and often rejected ideas a chance to see sunlight... and perhaps see implementation.

BT: I suppose the hedonist style of government here helps with that.

Xavier: Oh, yes. It pulls back on regulations and allows for a more streamline way of thinking. Places like The Amorous Cafe where you can sucked off by your waitress is a good example of that. There's also The Fidgety Ferret of course. The Hurt Box and Hidden Treasures are also good examples of hedonistic freedom of thought and practice.

BT: And the old Starry Wisdom church at the center.

Xavier: I'd hate to call it old. It's still in service, but a lot less have been showing up since all that unfortunate stuff has been going on.

BT: So you dislike regulations? Safety or otherwise?

Xavier: Oh, there's still a bit of safety. I keep my buildings up to a very strict code, but I say let the citizens of SC be in charge of their own bodies. If they want to do horrible things or put their own lives in jeopardy, who am I to contest their will?

BT: You also are a very close friend of Miss Silky too, yes?

Xavier: I think "friend" is a very polite way of putting it. We get along fine. Much of what we talk about is business. I am also obligated to visit the Railroad Club on a regular basis anyways, so we pretty much have to run into each other as a regularity.

BT: You're obligated to visit the club?

Xavier: Maybe that isn't the way to put it. I think I meant that I enjoy coming here often for the good food and music.

BT: That makes sense. Are there any new developments you want to inform the public about?

Xavier: Nothing specific. I do have a very interesting interview coming up soon. I can't tell you who it is... yet, but I suspect it shall lead to some new projects. I'm pretty excited about it.

BT: No hints on who it is with?

Xavier: No hints. You're pretty good at weeding out the truth. I want to keep this secret until anything official comes of it.

BT: Such a tease. All right. Well, thank you for giving me some of your time. I barely caught you before you left. Seems like you are always busy.

Xavier: Always on the run, I'm afraid. But thank you. Stay in touch. I wouldn't mind another interview in the future.

BT: Same here. And once again, thank you.

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I Met Someone Unexpected

I got really sick suddenly the other day. [I say the other day, but it could have easily been hours ago.] I told Miss Silky I wanted to go out back for a bit. She asked me why, and I told her I just wanted to. She had one of her shark girls [personal bodyguards] escort me out there. When I got there, I almost immediately threw up.

Honestly, I felt like this was a long time coming. I could always see me standing out in the back of the Railroad Club. A feeling of loneliness was always present when I thought of myself there. Even as I chucked up, I momentarily forgot about all the friends around me. I felt like shit.

When I lifted my head, I suddenly realized that the shark girl was gone. I really was alone. The world back there seemed fuzzy and confusing. I thought maybe I was drifting into another place. Was I leaving Scritch City? Was this the end? But no, I was still there. I had not left... yet.

But from around the eastern corner of the club, a saw a beautiful feminine dragon. She was black-scaled with red markings and was dressed for the chilly night. I felt kind of like an idiot. There I was standing almost in a pool of my own sick, and she could see me in my wretched state.

"I'm fine!" I called to her. "Just go back into the club!"

A moment later, she was standing right in front of me. I felt like I lost time. A minute perhaps. It was hard to tell. But she stood there and held me by my chin. I looked into her eyes, and she into mine. The look was predatory. She wanted to eat me... or something. I don't know. I didn't have a bodyguard so... I guess that was one way it could have gone.

"Buddy," she said.

"That's me," I replied nervously.

"I know who you are. I know where you come from. I can see your true identity. I can see your friends. I can hear the voices. You have no secrets at all from me."

I just stared at her with wide eyes. I had no idea what she was talking about. She acted as if she heard my thoughts and then went on, "You are in control, Buddy. You are the avatar of God. The one you side with will gain your power. And those who you turn against will pass on to oblivion."

I drooled a little. I was so stunned by what she was telling me that I felt like I was just going to fall limp to the ground. But somehow, by her simply holding my chin, I was able to stand. I don't know how I did it, but I managed to ask, "Who do I side with?"

The beautiful dragoness leaned forward and pressed her lips to my ear. She whispered the name of the one that I should favor and then gave my cheek a lick. After that, I remember nothing until I woke up back in my bed. Miss Silky was running her hand through my hair. I got up and sat down at my computer to write this very blog. I have nothing more to say... for now.

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My First Blogs

I did something I have never done before in the history of my blog: I went to look at the first posts. Some of it is straight forward promotions of my books at the time, but a lot of it is me just talking about different sexual fetishes... even conceptual stuff like immortal clay.

The weird thing is... I just don't remember writing any of them. I know it was me... it had to be me. But it just feels like I did it as... a newborn. You know how most people have difficult remembering their time as a baby? That's what it feels like to me. The blogs were written by a less evolved version of me.

When I try to think back to those days, it all feels so dark. A deep, purple glowing darkness. I felt like ooze that had learned the process of communication. I was also horny. I wanted to have sex with... just about anything. An animal really. I showed up and just ranted for a bit about the nasty things that crossed my mind.

And then at some point... I opened my eyes and beheld a strange place called Railroad Towers. But even that... it was like a dream. I woke up in a dream, and the dream dominated me so hard. I think reveled in it to some extent. It was fun sometimes and painful in others. But was it real? Did it really happen?

I can still see the layout. There is this one hallway that's stuck in my mind. It had doors on either side. There was a restaurant near the end. An elevator. Oh, yes, I remember the elevator that couldn't find the first floor. There was a basement though. And... what I found down there is... difficult to remember. That may have been where I met Ferros.

My final act within Railroad Towers was to be utterly devoured by something underneath a bed. I felt what it was like to die. But upon dying, I felt as if I woke up for the first time in my life. I was a fully formed human being in a world where talking animal people were normal. But then, they always were. Scritch City is a real place. This is reality... and I've been writing about it.

Miss Silky is trying to convince me that I've always been here. That all my other adventures were just dreams. What is Scritch City is just a dream? What happens if I fall asleep... or just... die? Will that mean that this all poofs out of existence?

Wait. I'm not God. I'm not God. Never mind. This was the stupidest blog I ever wrote.

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In Search of the Soul

It's the early morning. I'm sitting at my desk within the back room of the Railroad Club. I have just wrapped up my next book and am smiling in happy contemplation of it all. Of course, I still have to go over it and check it for grammatical issues. I do all my own work on that front, and I guess it shows. Sorry about that.

Miss Silky and I have been having a lot of talks lately. We're very close now. She has some insights into my own imagination. There is a change, perhaps a small one, that the books that I am writing are having an influence over the events happening in Scritch City. She also pointed out that my moods may be affected by actions and events happening outside the realm of what can be seen and felt.

Really, I am trying not to let it go to my head. But I really am starting to come to terms that there may be something to me. When I consider the three whom I said had souls, I feel a kinship with them. A love that goes beyond what I can see and hear. It's strange. I barely know the likes of Quentin and Daxter... and Aloe. Yet I feel like I should be helping them. I suppose that's why I jumped at the opportunity to brand Quentin a hero. I still feel bad that it upset him like it did. Sorry.

I've been doing a bit of soul searching. Actual... real... soul searching. I'm trying to find out who is real and who isn't. I mean... if you have no soul, how can you be real? I see you more as a guest of sorts. But if you have a soul, there is a whimsy about you. It makes you more interesting. So I have been looking for others who may possess souls.

When I was with the dragons, I was driven to my brink. I became lost within the quiet of my own mind. There were doors. Doors that, when opened, led to information about the universe itself. I only opened three of them. But there were more. My point is that I think there are more influential people out there... with souls. I don't know their names yet.

But if I am holding this world together somehow, these soulful people... are not within that control. They do as they will. Part of it is scary. I worry that they may come after me or try and control me. But then I really would rather try and embrace them. Maybe clear the way for them. Change the world so that it works better for them.

Here is a request for anyone reading this blog: Have you or anyone you know met someone that just seems different? They seem to act more wildly than other people do? They seem to break the rules, as it were? If you think you know someone like this, point me in a direction. Let me see if I can talk to them and ascertain the truth for myself. What we may discover relates to the ancient mysteries of life and the universe itself. What is real? What is false? Why not open this new door... and just... take a gander or two?

As far as the identity of my new book, I won't be revealing it until it is ready for publish. That may be a while. For now, I point you in the direction of my last published book The Nom Nom Chronicles. Here is some information:

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My Interview with Musty

Buddy Tippet: While I am still staying at the Railroad Club, I ran into one of the regulars. He is a ferret by the name of Musty. I had, a while back, mentioned that I wanted to interview him. I am with him now. Thank you for sacrificing your time, Musty.

Musty: It's my pleasure. I enjoy your blog. I spend a lot of time going over it.

BT: Wonderful. Now, you are one of Scritch City's most prominent entrepreneurs. Care to toot your own horn?

Musty: Yes, I am the owner and manager of the Fidgety Ferret at the Pavilion. We are the city's best and most famous brothel. We have quite a lot to choose from. Our girls and guys are fun and interesting and always well behaved. A character from your story works there too.

BT: Which one?

Musty: ❤ Garry ❤.

BT: He works at a brothel? Is he a dom?

Musty: Full, complete, and utter sub. He loves working there and always does as he is told. I rather enjoy talking to him on a rainy day.

BT: Do you ever spend time with your employees?

Musty: Not in a sexual way. I tend to get a little nervous in those sorts of situations. Not that I don't find it sexy, but I'm more the type to go into a room alone and just beat one off. I know that sounds bizarre, but I prefer that my relationship with them be more like friends than as kinky lovers.

BT: You seriously never have sex with them?

Musty: No.

BT: How can you live that way? I saw that skunk with you in the dining hall. She was drop-dead gorgeous. She even looked like she was flirting with you.

Musty: Kammie flirts with everyone. I have to get her to stop sometimes. She isn't as bad as [NAME REDACTED BY REQUEST]. She's the real trouble maker. Always offering freebies without asking me first. I am in business to make money.

BT: The readers can't see this, but I just want to point out how utterly calm and tranquil you are. You're talking about sexual things as if its nothing at all to you.

Musty: I'm a stoic.

BT: Obviously.

Musty: It all still affects me, but I just am uncomfortable showing what's inside to people. Not even to my girls. Like I said, I usually just end up masturbating alone.

BT: What are the prices like at the Fidgety Ferret?

Musty: 4W for one fuck. An all-nighter is available for 7W. 2W for any extra girls in the room.

BT: Expensive. For people living outside of SC, 1 W is roughly equivalent to $20-$30. A bit hard to explain, so that's the gist of it.

Now, I wanted to bring up the real elephant in the room. You know what I am talking about, right?

Musty: Yes, I am sad to say that Ferros is my brother.

BT: I am so sorry.

Musty: We just never saw eye to eye on things. He was always a hothead and I was always the stoic. I feel bad that things have gone this way. I knew he was a pervert, but there are so many better ways to get sex other than rape and abuse.

BT: Do you ever talk to him anymore?

Musty: He hasn't talked to me since they sent him to jail. I know he's out for some reason now, but he still isn't talking to me. It's kind of driven my own mother a little crazy too.

BT: Not talking to her either.

Musty: Sometimes I do. She comes into the club sometimes, but between you and me, I think something is wrong with her. I've tried to get her help, but she always refuses.

BT: Is she dangerous?

Musty: Her name is Ashley... and... maybe. All I know is that she loves Ferros more than me. And that's fine. I found love in other ways. I've moved on. Just disappointing. Either way, if you've made contact with my mother, I wouldn't let her into your home or anything. Just be nice and ask her to leave. Everything should be okay otherwise.

BT: Musty, thank you so much for agreeing to this interview. I hope to maybe have a talk with one or more of your girls too.

Musty: I think I can arrange that. Good advertising opportunity. And of course, it was a pleasure to be here.

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Really? ❤ Garry ❤ is one of his "girls." If you want to know more about ❤ Garry ❤, you can read about him in my book, b.t. I make no apologies for it. I am entirely sane. Here is some information:

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Quentin Responds About His Heroic Actions

I have a very open policy when it comes to a right of reply. After I posted the last blog, Quentin ended up formally contacting me. He has written up an official response of which I will now deliver to you without any extra commentary:

Ferros was not in his right state of mind during the incident. You can confirm this with Miss Silky. Apparently some kind of event has caused a recent outbreak of mass psychological disruption. Ferros was victim to this as well. He is currently recovering, and is back to himself. You can also confirm this with Miss Silky. I am reviewing laboratory security protocols to deal with any future incidents before they can balloon out of hand. Mass psychological disruption was an unforeseen risk, and will not be one in the future.

While Ferros was acting on his own, he was only able to cause so much mayhem because he got his hands on some prototype technology we are currently working on. While I wish the best for the family, and will be working with them soon, I headed to the scene both to extract Ferros and to recover the prototype before it was left in the wrong hands for too long. I arrived as soon as I pinned down his location, and would have arrived just as soon even if it weren't so much in my self interest. I had to leave in part because he was an unwitting information leak that needed to be plugged as soon as possible. 

I can confirm that I was there, and I was not alone. I cannot spare any more details about this right now. I would have liked to save all of these details for when I was ready to release this to the public. All I will say is that I will be offering a service to Scritch City soon. My projected time frame is within a week. I will be willing to have a follow-up statement or interview once I have given a public reveal.

Quentin is a Bona Fide Hero

While I was researching this crazy night/morning that just happened, I found out something really amazing. Ferros, the ferret fugitive that attacked Doctor Brady, ended up in some feline family's cabin north of Scritch City. Apparently he did some pretty horrible things to the family there which consisted of a loving husband and wife and two children.

I'm not allowed to release their names, but I do know that the reason they left Scritch City was to get away from the hedonist system that had been inviting a negative influence into their household. Moving away doesn't seem to have helped. Ferros apparently was not only violent with them but sexually aggressive.

Now although we cannot 100% confirm that Quentin was there, we do have reports that the family was rescued by a green fox. According to their account, he simply walked in there, knocked Ferros out with tranquilizer darts, made sure they were all all right, and then went right on his way. It was an in and out mission for Quentin, and we all should be very impressed.
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Still, I do want to point out something about this uptight family. Christians probably. Ferros, as horrible as he is, sounds like he was just having some fun. My only issue with the little twerp is that he sounds like he lost his fucking mind. We're hedonists, but we are a level headed bunch. Ferros needs to be placed somewhere where he won't upset the balance Miss Silky has provided this city.

At this point, I'm not sure what Quentin has done with Ferros. What I do know is that Miss Silky has called the police off on him. He's Quentin's responsibility now. And if Quentin wants to tell us what the story is, he can contact me personally.

As for the anonymous family, I'd recommend getting much farther away from our city. Bad things can happen twice, and the majority of us here are not going to care when it does. Just a friendly warning. You're in the spotlight now. Move away.

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A Little Bit of Chaos in Scritch City

Holy crap. I just found out about a bunch of crazy stuff that happened very recently in Scritch City. Apparently sometime last night and leading into the morning, there were like eight car wrecks, twenty shootings, six deaths, break ins at the museum and other places. I think there might have been at least two explosions too. What the actual fuck?

But wait, there's more. Apparently there was an altercation at the Church of the Fairy Ermine. Quentin was attacked by one or more individuals, and the police were called. I don't know much more than that, but it sounds like it must have been crazy.

I would have posted something about this earlier, but I've been a wreck for the last few days... or... wait... Sorry, my concept of time is messed up. All I know is that I missed this... really crazy night/ morning.

Apparently the whole thing with Ferros happened around this time as well. I asked Miss Silky about it and she called it... and I am not sure what this means... but she used the word "conjunction." I know Scritch City is a crazy place, but it sounded like all the safeties went off for a moment. Not sure what to make of it.

I'll get to the bottom of it. I just need to ask some questions and make some calls. I have a feeling that a lot more than what I have mentioned here actually happened. There's a lot of missing details. If any of you reading this blog wants to report something, just send me a message. Thanks!

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Miss Silky Interviews Me

Silky: You've been really upset lately, Buddy. It's hard for me to see you beating yourself up like this. Are you sure you want me to do this?

Buddy Tippet: I do. My mind is getting more and more scattered lately. I'm having trouble keeping everything together. Feels like time is stopping or something.

S: Time isn't stopping. Time does what it does like it always does.

BT: It doesn't feel that way.

S: Doctor Brady said you had a special condition... a disease that prevents you from properly perceiving the passage of time. It must be so difficult for you.

BT: How is he doing, by the way?

S: I've heard he is fine.

BT: Have the police caught Ferros yet?

S: No.

BT: That's a shame. I really like Brady. And you're right: It's probably just my condition--dyschonometria.

S: I'm impressed you are able to pronounce it so well.

BT: Miss Silky, I have a weird question, and I just want you to be honest with me.

S: [Giggling] I thought I was interviewing you.

BT: Sure, but just humor me.

S: All right.

BT: Am I really here?

S: I'm not sure what you mean.

BT: Sure you do. I mean... I remember finding you within a dream. I was standing at a door and you invited me into Scritch City. But I keep feeling like there is a sort of... duality to myself. Like... I imagine myself with other people... talking... making decisions... changing my mind. Even for the time I have been sitting alone in this room, I don't always feel alone. I feel like there are other people around me, interacting with me. But... I'm still alone. And sometimes I get to wondering... Am I even really here? Is the me that is in Scritch City... really me?

S: I can give you a short answer, if you wish.

BT: Please. That seems a whole lot simpler.

S: Yes, you are really here, Buddy. You're here in the guest room behind the bar in the Railroad Club. I'm sitting with you right now on the bed with a cell phone between us recording this entire conversation. Yes, you are here.

BT: Was I ever in Railroad Towers?

S: I don't think so. You were always a citizen of Scritch City. You just... got lost for a bit. Haven't you read your blog posts from that period?

BT: Yeah. They don't make much sense. They are disjointed. I seem to keep meeting with final fates, but I get renewed by the next blog as if the former fate never happened. But then there is Quentin who seems to have a much more stable outlook when it comes to RT. He really seems to have been there... where I was, perhaps, only there in a dream.

S: I've had similar dreams. I often think of myself in other places.

BT: What other places?

S: I sometime imagine myself in an old log cabin. There are others there with me. Some are familiar and others are not. I rather like having this dream. It seems real and I get comfortable while I am there.

BT: Wait, are you talking about "The Safe Place?"

S: Yes. [She grins.]

BT: You're only thinking that because you read my book. That place isn't real.

S: How do you know? Maybe you wrote something that is real.

BT: I made it up.

S: It seemed to make sense to me. And then... it still may just be a dream. Or the dream itself could simply be a look into other frequencies. The Safe Place could be real.

BT: If The Safe Place is real... the connotations of that would be too staggering for me to handle. I'd rather not think about it.

S: Why would it be so bad, Buddy?

BT: It would mean that everyone in Scritch City are really just carnal beasts trying to eat one another. We're all just playing out our lusts with no real goal.

S: Do you really think the goals of every specific person matters?

BT: Why shouldn't they?

S: Buddy, if The Safe Place exists, then you're in it. And you're in it with me. You are one of the great ones. You exist as a testament that some are important and others are simply not. If the multitude of lessers want to eat each other while those with power thrive, what is that to you?

BT: I dunno... I... I...

S: Are you not a hedonist, Buddy?

BT: Yes. I always seek my own pleasure even at the expense of others. I like my position of power. I like the platform that you gave me. I just feel like... sometimes I am losing my mind. Like there is another me or someone else that is trying to wrench me away from this place... and I don't want to leave!

S: I believe with all of my heart that The Safe Place really does exist. And our great city mirrors it in many ways. And I am a part of it. And you are a part of it. And even Jason is a part of it.

BT: And what about Quentin. Is he in The Safe Place?

S: Quentin is there. But he is being put to trial presently. I still favor him, but there is only so much I can do. Jason is starting to have his doubts... and it is Jason who chooses the ones who enters into the room. Right now... Quentin is in the room, and you remember the only way out of the room, don't you, Buddy?

BT: Eat or be eaten. He either lives or dies.

S: And if Quentin dies, he is gone forever. And all his deeds shall be credited to another. But you, Buddy... Jason wants you to stay right where you are. I do too. Keep writing your blogs. Tell the world what you see. Make it perfectly clear what is happening in this city, and may every decision made by these people be that of a sincere and wise heart.

BT: I'm really here, aren't I?

S: Yes. You really are. And I want you to post this entire conversation to the blog. Can you do that for me, Buddy?

BT: I will. Thank you so much. May I stay a bit longer?

S: Stay as long as you need. I'll never close my doors to you... Little Muffin.

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My Interview with Daxter Agreste

I was very quickly contacted by Daxter Agreste after my most recent blog. This is the raw transcript of the conversation that took place. Enjoy.

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Daxter: Hope you have some good questions for me, Mr.Tippet. I'd hate to disappoint your fans~

Buddy Tippet: This is Daxter [Agreste], I presume?

D: It is.

BT: While in something of a stupor, I recently made an odd claim. I said that you were one of three people who possessed a soul. Now, I am pretty sure that everyone within Scritch City has a soul. However, I am concerned more with the spirit of what I said than the technicalities of it. I think it may have meant that you were a person of importance within this city. Anything you want to say on this?

D: I'm not important. I'm just as docile as any other member of Scritch City. However, my plans are anything but docile. You see I was dropped off at someone's doorstep and this someone opened my eyes to what is possible in Scritch City. I suppose you could say I'm special because I met with this someone and what this someone showed me.

BT: I make it a responsibility of mine to know the important people in Scritch City. I have never heard of you in my life, yet I feel like there is a connection between you and I that needs to be made [clearer]. My stay with the dragons hurt, but I came out of it with a surprisingly open mind. You are important somehow. I wish I knew why. Who was it that showed you the truth?

D: Dear me, I had a feeling you would pry some names out of me. One of your other big three, the green one, delivered me to Baphomet  himself and left without me. So you could say that I am indebted to Quentin for being the catalyst to everything that has happened since and everything that is going to happen soon.

Backing up, I am not surprised that you have never heard of me. Not many have. Not many need to. Although thanks, to the target you've just put on my back, I'm sure my life is going to swell with interesting people now, so I would like to thank you as well as Quentin.

BT: Believe me, I don't mean you any harm. If anything, I want to help you. I think people at the top should have their place there... if they are fine with defending it once in a while. If you don't want to publicly lay claim to your master then at least let me help you in a different way. Let me promote your cause. Name your claim of choice: Business, spiritual, matters of lust and flesh. I'd love to hear what you are all about.

D: Of course. My mentioning of a "target on my back" was just a jest, I assure you.
I want to start by saying that I do not see Scritch City as a boring place. It just has a few boring people at the top. At first I had no dreams of grandeur. I know what I am.

I first sought out Quentin. He was talked up so much in your blog that I just had to meet with him. He was immensely boring. Lots of big talk, little bite. I even stole one of his church members to invoke some sort of response and he instead thanked me for it.

Moving on, the dragons. Nestor... Where do I start with Nestor? I was so excited when he asked me to become his pet. I said no to vex him and what does he do? He pouts in your blog. Pathetic.

After meeting with Baphomet I understood that if I want something interesting to happen, I need to make it happen. Baphoment gave me the power to make things happen.

I want Scritch City's walls to come down, so to say. I want the hierarchy to come crumbling down. So many believe that what they were born as or what they were born with means something. Like the powers that be care. I want to show that it is your actions that gain favor and respect. Admiration and acclaim.

I had wanted to meet with Miss Silky, but I'm not sure that will be possible now.

BT: If I can get you an interview with Miss Silky, would you accept it?

D: In a heartbeat.

BT: Miss Silky and Baphomet have a No-Hostilities Agreement. If you are linked with Baphomet, then there is no reason you [can't] meet with Miss Silky and hash things out. Yeah, there may be an issue with her not liking you, but there is no reason you both can't be civil and learn from one another. The best part is, I am with her right now. I can ask her while I am conducting this interview. I am only curious (as she would be too) as to what interest you have in the de facto leader of this great city. Care to give a hint? Surely there is more to it than deciding if she is boring or not.

D: I will be more than happy to uphold the No-Hostilities that have been agreed upon by Miss Silky and Baphomet. I would also understand completely if she does not take a liking to me.
I can only say that I want to know if she is interesting or not. Of course I want no extra effort from her to impress me now that she knows what I am looking for. I do not expect any extra effort as I have not done anything to deserve it. All I want is a nice evening and an eventful conversation. I want to know what the blog does not report. The off record stuff. Trading information for information.

BT: Fair enough. She will meet with you tonight (likely before this blog is posted.) I hope you forgive me, but I will not be there. I am keeping myself secluded to a room for the time. I've not really been in the mood to see anyone but Miss Silky since my release. I'll transfer your number to her, with your permission. That okay?

D: Completely understood and acceptable. I am delighted to be granted an audience with Miss Silky and I will not forget your assistance.

Is there anything else on your agenda? I'll be as open as I can.

BT: Your views on hedonism please. Be as absolutely candid as you [can]. Vague words won't be helpful in this case. We're just trying to understand you and your belief system. The question is especially relevant because of your alignment with Baphomet.

D: Well, I know hedonism carries with it many sexual connotations. I love those connotations. Hedonism is the attempt to seek out the maximum pleasure while minimizing unpleasantness. Pleasure is not strictly sexual. Accomplishing something such as a painter completing a masterpiece, a family purchasing their dream home, and yes, going naked wherever you'd like.

This system, like any other, will fail once the "free" element is added into it. Some will strive for their own pleasure while causing intentional unpleasantness to others. I, for one, would like to avoid that.
As far as Baphomet is concerned, I don't know what his entire thoughts on the subject are, so there is a chance that his ideals will change mine.

I'm only 19, Mr.Tippet. I'm not going to pretend to have all the answers. That's why I came to Scritch City, for guidance.

BT: Well, every hedonist has a slightly different viewpoint on the subject. The reason for this is [that] we all have different tastes. The point is that you strive to please yourself in whatever way you can achieve that. I personally prefer Miss Silky's more moderate approach to hedonism, but Baphomet has an entirely valid outlook as well. I think all points of view are valid honestly. Hedonism is all about the self. Our desires shape the world after all. We'd be nowhere without selfishness.

D: Spoken like a true journalist.

BT: Yes, but it's also what I believe. I like Scritch City, and I am glad to hear from someone who is so candid about [his] beliefs. Are you alone in this or have you formed a companion?

D: A product of my inexperience. Who knows, I may get a slap on the wrist for this interview.
I have friends who are doing their best to see that I succeed. Asides from Baphomet himself that is.

BT: Well, welcome to the top! I look forward to hearing more about your exploits in Scritch City. I'm sure Miss Silky with be contacting you soon. Thank you for the interview, Daxter.

D: It was a pleasure Buddy. I look forward to giving you all sorts of things to report about.

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Buddy Tippet Returns

Ladies and gentlemen... I am Buddy Tippet. I am now free. Thank you for your patience.

I am presently staying at the Railroad Club under the care of Miss Silky. She has temporarily given me a guest bedroom. I won't be here very long. I am merely fulfilling a request. I'll soon be back at my home safe and sound.

I'm not really very interested in talking about dragons at the moment. I'm doing my best to clear my mind of them. I'd rather go back to what I was doing before. I want to provide you with news happening in Scritch City.

Beginning with...

The Scritch City Museum was burglarized yesterday. Two items were stolen. Two of the guards were murdered as well. But hey... it happens. If they weren't so bad at their jobs, they wouldn't have been killed, right?

The items were quite valuable, as the museum was presently showing off some ancient mystical artifacts. One of them was something called a "Lust Bearer Key." I'm having a little trouble figuring out what this key was, but it has a very interesting name. I can't tell you why though. Spoilers.

The other item was... and I really hate to mention this... It was a dragon artifact. I don't know much more about it than that, but I'll try and figure it out. Apparently it was really important to the museum's owner... which just happened to be Miss Silky. I'll probably talk to her more in depth about it tonight.

There was also an incident at the Scritch City Clinic (Pavilion branch). Doctor Brady was examining a patient and was later found unconscious. The patient, who we now know was named Ferros, is credited with the assault. Now, as it turns out, Ferros actually has a criminal record a mile long and apparently is wanted by the SC Penitentiary. Warden Hawk has been trying to petition Miss Silky to get him back for days now. Or weeks. Months. I'm not sure.

The point is that Ferros has finally struck again, and the law is, once more looking to remove him from society. And maybe that's okay. I'm not sure I like the guy. In my Railroad Towers days, I was held prisoner by him for a while... I think.

The last order of business I want to deal with has to do with someone named Daxter Agreste. After reading some of Nestor's blogs, he has suddenly captured my interest. I would like an interview with him as soon as possible. I just wanna see who he is and what he is up to within Scritch City.

And don't worry about me. I'm fine. I have a whole new outlook on life. I'm ready to move on and resume my life as one of Scritch City's most prominent hedonist Elites. The world is constantly shifting. Let's see where it takes us. ~Buddy Tippet