The End and the Beginning

I have a small announcement to make. Perhaps, it's a big one. I don't know. I just finished the final "Lust Bearers" book. I hate to say that it will be delayed due to the very slow progress that my cover illustrator tends to make. I'll stick with Mad Rabbit for as long as I can. He is the best, and there is no one else I want to draw this cute shit for me.

I haven't been writing these blogs because I've been busy with both writing my books as well as getting involved in other endeavors that are more vastly important than you could ever understand. Jason is gone... although he is still on my side. He's traveled through time and space in order to right a wrong, as he sees it. But in a strange way, he is still looking after me.

Jason and I came to an agreement. For a while, there was hate. Yes, he hated me. But it didn't really last that lone. We both knew the truth. The world, the universe, and even the multiverse is more interesting than either of us really could comprehend. And what's more... it's interesting. It's all genuinely interesting... if you just bother to look.

Some of you have marked Jason as a bad guy. I suppose so. He's selfish. He is quite murderous when he needs to be. He sees people as mere parts of a greater system of energies. He's right on that latter issue, but his evil comes from the fact that he has no qualms about their sacrifice. Nevertheless... I like him, and I see far more gumption and intelligence in him than I see in most people.

With the completion of Lust Bearers 4, I have caused something to be canon that completes a rite I have been working on for the better part of my time as an old goat. I was foolish in some ways. Vixie did actually die. She died in my arms. I lost her in a world that I created... and I tell you now that I am doing everything I can to get her back.

"Everything is canon." That is the rule. That is my standard as an author. I create the dreams that plague me... and allow them to become real as God. I am the god of my multiverse. I exist inside it because I can. I am Buddy Tippet, and Surly is my holy avatar.

There will come a day when light will shine through the darkness again. I've known it for a while now. Even Jason believed this truth. All things will be renewed through me. Just wait. The best is yet to come.

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Lust Bearers 2: Homeward Bound Has Been Published

I really wish this had not taken as long as it did. Honestly, I finished this book a long time ago, but a lot of things went wrong, and I could not get the cover made. What is actually happening on the other side of this wall I seem to be behind? Is there really some sort of virus that has brought the world to it's knees?

I guess I am glad I am here and not there.

"Lust Bearers 2: Homeward Bound" continues from the very moment "The Search for Ixus" leaves off. I have been doing as lot of work with my precious little Lust Bearers lately. Have you ever met one of these little guys before? Entirely cute but hedonistic as fuck.

Shortly after writing my last blog, I went out of my way to meet with Sly Heart Fox. The scene happens in a later book, so I guess you'll have to wait. What you will find in this new book is just as good and almost twice as nasty.

I'll be the first to admit that I love a lot of nasty things. I'm a pervert, and I am unashamed in that. Maximus is the god of my universe because I want him to be. He represents everything I love, and much of what I love is lewd as fuck.

"Lust Bearers: Homeward Bound" is presently available on Kindle and Paperback for a decent price. You can find it on Amazon if you would like to get a copy. I'll put down the description below along with a fucked up version of the cover... and a link. Enjoy it, you pervs.

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A ROAD PAVED IN LUST

The Lust Bearers have found Ixus, but their way back has been blocked. Their mission is to find a way back home, but without knowing how to get there, it is a task more easily said than done. With the entire multiverse ahead of them, any possibility is possible. And with every new world they find, their drive to spread the lust of Maximus will only grow stronger.

Join the Lust Bearers in an exciting new adventure into the unknown as they indulge in every one of their nasty, little fantasies along the way. With the help of a human witch named Sibyl Faye and a talking snake named Sam, they may just have a chance to get Ixus back to Hedon.

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I Need a Break

Well, look at that. Blogger changed formats while I was wandering around this fucked up multiverse looking for a dead woman. Do any of you people even know what's happening out here? Or... in... here. Ugh, I need a break.

I've been considering just stopping and writing myself into a chapter of one of my books. It's not like I don't do it often. And yes, I do actually experience it as it happens. I get this dual sense that I am both writing it and actually experiencing it. It's a bit like having a dream... and when I wake up from the dream, I realize I was fully awake and writing something.

Bah! Explaining this sort of things is rubbish anyways. It's really happening. Perceptions are bullshit. I'm God and I can visit my books whenever I want. You'd be so lucky if you could do it.

Admittedly I think I am a bit drunk right now. I haven't had a good day. Even Jason has been keeping his distance. This is his fault you know. Not that I entirely blame him. The asshole was running an experiment based on manipulating him. I actually knew he was doing it. I was... sort of... cross amused by it.

I think I have an old record of letting myself be manipulated by Jason. I think it's because I'm attracted to him. Seriously... there are days I just wanna bend over and let him rail my big, old ass. Jason played a major part back in Scritch City. He was like the highest elite within the city state. Quentin was pretty much in the palm of his hand for a while there.

I like Jason. I think he has a good handle on things in whatever dimension he ends up in. I like leaving him in charge. He's good for the world. He sees what's there and actually acts. How many people do you know who actually bothers acting? Probably not any. They always just ignore what's right in front of them, while people like Jason get things done.

I'm gonna pop on by Lust Bearers for a bit. I'll get that second book out soon. Cover is done... Just missing a title. That'll get resolved soon. Fuck me. I fucking miss Vixxie. I wish I were dead.

But I'm not and I need to sell books. Have a look at Lust Bearers: The Search for Ixus. It's gonna have a sequel soon. Here's some info. Send me money.

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The Things I've Learned

Changing everything isn't as easy as just making it so. You've got to bother with the work. You've got to craft the narrative in a way that promotes balance. Sometimes it's math; sometimes it's science. Hell, sometimes it's religion. The point of it all is to gain balanced forward momentum.

Stuff doesn't always happen in order when you create a world. Although with me, I prefer that it does. I'm not much of a fan of going backwards. I like to stay on course until I hit a wall. Eh... Walls are stupid. Not even sure they exist. Ain't I God? Ain't I Buddy "Surly" Tippet? Yeah, I know who I am. I'm knee deep in escapism right now.

Point is that I'm not about to let Vixxie go. I'm not ready for it. We just took a stroll out into one fucking world, and everything fell to shit. I didn't take it seriously enough. I didn't take myself seriously.

You're all probably a little in the dark right now. The books I've been publishing hasn't been keeping up with the blog. I'm doing my damnedest to get them to you through a fucking wall of hallways and smoke! This isn't rocket science... it's so much worse.

I just broke an oath to myself about five minutes ago. Guess it didn't matter much as an oath in the long run. What's the point of even having an oath if you're God? It's not like I'm damned if I break my own oath. But I just want to explain a few things about what's happening without spoiling too much.

Everything I am dealing with out here is basically real. There is a disconnect between me, my keyboard, another keyboard, and the world where that other keyboard exists. You can call it a multiverse or a fractured mind. Calling it anything at all won't change what it is, so there ain't no point in naming things to begin with.

My earlier blogs involving my interest in various kinks and fetishes, followed by my drift into Railroad Towers, followed by my stint in Scritch City with Quentin, Daxter, Aloe, and Miss Silky... Jason... All these things happened in the order that they appeared. The worlds of my published books happened and existed within the outer timeline as they were written. Everything was canon. Everything is canon.

And by the way: As I was discussing with Jason recently, Railroad Towers and Scritch City was a game. A sort of story as a game. The connections I formed with the other players is still there but in a sort of locked state. I see them but I can't interact with them. They're roaming around a third game world called Club Lex. I can't get in and I have completely and utterly stopped caring. I've got more important issues I need to deal with.

The mantra "Everything is canon." is a terrible thing. It is a ruthless and cruel act by me as God to force my will down the throats of anyone I come in contact with. It is the reason so much hate tends to be directed at me from within my books. My own characters dislike me and hate me because they know in their hearts... that I am using them.

And it's true. I am using them.

Although I have tried to cease this intolerable practice, I recently came to the conclusion that it was something that I needed to do to save the one that... I love. Make no mistake. This is a selfish love. I am a hedonist God. I am drawn to Vixxie because she attracts me. I find her extremely sexy. I am not prepared to lose her. I will tear the multiverse apart if it means that I can keep her forever.

And I did. I already did.

I'm not doing things out of order. You're just behind. You're stuck over there in some world where there's a pandemic happening. None of that matters where I am. Nobody is talking about masks and social distancing. And maybe you all are better off over there with those sorts of problems. I'm standing in the middle of a smokey hallway filled with doors. And somewhere out there is the woman that I want. And Jason and I are going to find her together. Fuck everything else.

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Laptop Connection is Bad

This is going to be difficult to explain. I'm still able to write my stuff and work to some degree with my associates on the other side, but I have ended up in a place that makes communicating outside of it nearly impossible. I'm actually considering finding a way out, but there is a lot here that needs to be explored.

The best way to explain what's happening is... everything is just very slow. Although I think that might be a matter of perspective. I may have moved into a world that's already been destroyed. It still exists on some odd level. It's like walking around with ghosts. It's manageable for me.

Vixxie has suffered the most from the experience. She's actually fallen ill, and I've been doing what I can to keep her alive. I don't think she'll die or anything. She's just in a place that she shouldn't be. It's really as simple as that.

There is life here, but not much. I managed to find this world's Jason. He was asleep and apparently... waiting for me. We haven't talked yet. I've pretty much been trying to find a way to write him out of his chamber. It's a bit more work than it sounds like. Once I extract him, I'll be moving out of here with him.

Don't worry about me. This sort of thing is more of a nuisance to me. I'm in a world of my own making. But even an author can get lost in his own world sometimes. I'll find a way out and get to a place more stable.

I am leaving it here though. It was hard enough just connecting to the internet through the divide. Oh, and I have made contact with Mad Rabbit. He is busily working on the Lust Bearers 2 cover. I'll get that out as soon as I can. That's it. I'm done.

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Moving On (But Not Quitting This Blog!)

I have decided that I need to get out of here. I have decided to take Vixxie with me into one of the doors of the Black Smoke Hallway. We've been taking peeks into them. I want to relocate into one of the worlds of my own creation and continue to operate from there.

I thought it would be fun and even cute to let Vixxie choose for me (although I kept the veto power just in case she would choose something unsavory.) My hope is that I can get in somewhere near Jason who is a very dear character of mine. In some worlds he seems to like me and in others he detests that I exist. I'd rather the former.

My first choice would have been Club Lex, but I can't get in there. The door is locked tight. I've given up on it and have hardly even been looking in on it. Last I saw there was some sot of spirit haunting the plush of Clarice from the Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer movie. Don't ask. I sure didn't.

As to those who work for me, I shall remain in contact. This laptop seems to connect to other worlds. I suspect it will continue to do so. I am still writing stories and am doing my best to get them out. I've been lacking an illustrator for a while now, and that's what is holding me back. I actually have a new Lust Bearer story ready, but it has no cover. Nothing I can do about it. I'll get it done when I can.

I hear there's something going on somewhere about a pandemic. Sounds pretty interesting, but I am a bit more interested in getting these books published. And fucking. Honestly after taking the form of the goat, I have been hornier than usual. Vixxie's been getting a lot of my loads. Damn, but I am glad I pulled her onboard.

That's all I got for now. Possibly will be in the new chosen world when I return. For now, I leave you with an interesting picture done for me by CB634 displaying all of my books (except for Lust Bearers.) The nastiness of it makes me grin.

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Vixxie

Her name is Vixxie. She is a young adult fox--a vixen as her name suggests. She is a refugee from a children's book that I both wrote and then personally butchered. I have taken her into my home within the black smoke hallway and have been having rough sex with her.

Don't worry. She's fine. I never injure her. She had nowhere to go. She had no one to turn to. She was lost and confused, and now she lives here with me. It's okay.

We've been spending a lot of time talking openly. We were discussing a fellow I've actually met named Jason. I suppose the topic came up because he was a fox. There's been a lot of foxes dancing about my head lately. It's strange because I've never been too big of a fan of the species.

I think the animal comes to me because of some sort of spiritual relevance. There's something about them that attract me. I don't think it's purely sexual. Yet it is there and I need to acknowledge the truth: my life is filled with vulpines, but my heart is given to the goat.

I'll let her type out the rest of this blog. I've got a head ache.

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I have never typed before. This is my first time using a keyboard. I know how to read though. Nobody ever taught me. I just sort of knew.

My name is Vixxie. I come from a place called Apple Blossom Village. It doesn't exist anymore. I was there when it just... sort of... stopped. I still don't fully understand what I saw. I had so many friends there. Dagget was my very best friend. He's gone.

Surly was my friend too... but he says he is also Buddy Tippet. But he also said I can still call him Surly. I knew Surly for my whole life, but he is different now. It's so strange.

We do have a lot of sex. I'm more of a submissive for him. I agreed to it. I'm okay with it. He really likes it and I kind of like it too. Surly says that it's not so bad if I learn to like something. And I guess that makes sense.

I'm happy here. I'm sad too, but the things I am sad about can't be fixed. Maybe I can type some things once in a while and help him out.

I am also really interested in Jason. I don't think I met him, but I want to meet him. He sounds interesting. I heard a lot about him from Surly's Scritch City days. He sounds both scary but also very charming. Surly says he would not mind if I met him.

I don't know what else to talk about. Sorry. Surly said he would fix my grammar. Bye.

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Transmogrification and the Battle Against Ixus

No posts in 2 weeks, huh? You think it's easy being a god who is trying to keep his shit together? You try creating free and functioning worlds independent of yourself. Yes, I am writing books. I get that. On the outset, it just looks like I am writing them based on what I want. That isn't it though. I'm seriously trying my best to let the characters act independent of myself. I admit to it being a mistake at the outset, but now I have to take responsibility for it. And that's what I am doing.

Ixus was a mistake. I wrote him into my story "Vox Deus" and allowed him 100% freedom of choice. I never actually did anything but create the character. I made him who he was. I clearly should not have made him so godamn fucking intelligent. Shit. Fuck. Fuck my whole life, it was stupid. But the damage is done and now I can't just knock him out of my stories without playing by my own fucking rules. Ixus is fucking real now, and I can't let him get to me.

Because he can. He can get to me. Ixus can literally get out of these books and get to me. I'm not joking. I gave him the ability to do it. This is real.

I have created a number of buffers to prevent him from doing this. Layers upon layers. He may be the smartest thing in the multiverse, but I'm not stupid myself. Such things as misdirection, avatars, and clever writing can hold him back, but he's extremely good at adapting. I can't tell you how fucking horrified I am about this. To just kill him wouldn't even work. I'd be a godamn fool to just write up a death scene. The real chances are that he has already figured out a way to side-step that. No, I am trapped in my own hell.

I recently decided to transmogrify my form into that of a goat--a goat named Surly. It's a form of buffering. It's a bit too technical to explain. Just know that I have things under control. Taking this form has been a bit hard on me. I've recently taken in a companion to help me out with the stress. She was ripped out of a book I was writing. She's here with me now. It isn't love. It's more of a fuck buddy situation. She get's plenty of pleasure out of it. I mean... what else was she going to do? I fucking destroyed her universe to get at Ixus!

I might have to give up on Lex. Clearly a part of me is controlling it, but I can't get into it. None of the doors of the smokey hallway seem to lead there. It's barred... which is a shame. I am really finding the bat known as Alucard interesting. Seems he has been training a willing participant to be a masked canine mascot for the club. A fascinating concept. I feel like I heard about it from somewhere else. Like echoes.

Ixus, I don't know if you are capable of reading this. I don't think you have access to computers where you are right now. But if you are out there and looking at this, you won't find me. You won't get to me. I created you, and you will stay where I put you. You are my creation and that means you belong to me! So fuck off!

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I've Become Angry

The more I think about it, the more I feel as if I am a puppet of God... and that I am actually God. But for some reason God as God is a being of much troubles. He stumbles about, making terrible decisions. I feel like I am suffering from these problems through no fault of my own. Yet even as a puppet, I feel like the decisions are mine. I'm still me. I'm Buddy Tippet.

I feel like I have to fucking retaliate against... myself! This is so stupid. I know that seems like an extremely dumb thing to say, but I actually have a certain level of confidence that my actions can send feedback to my creator. I feel like he (God) is actually listening to me and able to actually consider my words more serious than if some other bloke created by him said something. I'm special.

I don't want his problems to be mine... and I just know that he is having some sort of multilayered problem. I already have to deal with Ixus. Although I think I may have nipped that in the bud... for now. More details on that later.

I am absolutely confident that my books are a real reality. They really exist, and I can travel into them. Club Lex is... a low priority. I like what's happening there. I want to go there but, something is drawing my attention away from it. It feels like... other beings are pulling me away from getting inside. I don't know who they are but it's really irritating me. Nevertheless... I need to focus on what I can.

There are two things that I have placed on the table:

1: I am considering transmogrifying permanently into Surly the goat. I... crave the affections of his new companion. I want her. I need the love right now. There are many moments I just want to fuck her. There's a lot of unspent lust.

2: I am considering communing with Jason. I found him once and I can likely find him again. I would like to bring him in here and talk things out. There was something special about him. There's more there than I am willing to mention on this blog at this time.

I'm seriously angry right now. I want relief. I want to break out into some other world and just indulge. I am a lustful God. And why shouldn't I be allowed in Club Lex? I'll find a way in there eventually... even if I have to beat my bloody hand through the glass.

For now, I am still promoting my new book Lust Bearers: The Search for Ixus. Here is some information on where to get yourself a copy:

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I Could Be God

My experiences in Scritch City led to some interesting questions about God. Personally I don't physically feel like a god or God. I suppose the capital God would better refer to a monotheistic personage. I do have friends. I interact with others. As an example, CB634 is a good friend of mine. I don't consider myself stronger or weaker than him in any way. He is an equal. Yet, it is starting to become fairly obvious that I am the god... of something.

I am, perhaps, a god in the sense that I create. I too exist within some sort of "in between" plane. Although my own understanding of it is very little. I was a human within Scritch City. It felt like me, but it also felt like I was merely controlling some sort of puppet. At times it felt like I was the puppet and some sort of divine hand was controlling me. I have a hunch that Miss Silky knew this, but she, like everyone else there, had a tendency to beat around the bush.

Even within this strange room that exists among a smokey hallway, I still feel like I am someone who is being controlled. It still feels like I have a lot of liberty of choice though. If I am merely the avatar of God, he is letting me making most of my choices. I choose the doors I want to open, and he puppets me to the door of my choosing.

And then there is the goat. I sometimes think I am a goat. Maybe I am. I think, however, that it is but an avatar. Another one. In this form, I am a bit short. A bit old. A bit grumpy. In fact, I have chosen the rather stereotypical name of Surly. The first time I found myself as this person, I had traveled inside my former book The Nom Nom Chronicles. But more recently, I have been interacting with the Lust Bearers in their book. I'm not just writing those books... I am interacting with it.

The thing is... there is a creature that I created called Ixus... and he is trying to get to me. If this happens, I will cease to exist. And if I cease to exist, all of my imaginings may also cease to exist.

You should know that I am trying to infuse myself with Surly on a very personal level. He's found someone. I'm attracted to her. But that is a story for another day.

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A New Book

I've had some interesting encounters while in this mysterious room. I've found that, to some degree, I can influence the events at Club Lex. Not by much though. I have learned that the time this story is taking place is December 9th, 2001. There is an interesting Christmas build happening.

While I've been keeping an eye on this fascinating club, I have been continuing work on my new book and... well... it's been published. Just like that. And I think it is time to introduce you to it.

The book is called Lust Bearers: The Search for Ixus. It is the first book in a series I have been working very hard on. Very hard. Pants off and everything.

The story revolves around a group of cute, little animals who travels the multiverse (like yours truly) in order to spread hedonism. It's a bit like if you crossed Care Bears with Fluppy Dogs and then gave it all a complete helping of the occult. I admit that I do have a soft spot in my heart for cute stuff. Always did. Miss Silky was cute. Oh, but she was a woman, yes. But there was still a cuteness about her. I ended up making one of the Lust Bearer characters based on her.

The story does have a lot of cuteness to it, but it is very much an adult work. These little animals are as hedonistic and sexually active as possible. They are very selfish. And what in the world is so wrong with that? The of the best sex I've had was selfish. There is nothing that says sexual pleasure has to be a two-way street. We have sex to gratify ourselves ultimately.

The Lust Bearers are selfish. They are horny. They want to fuck and be fucked. But it all happens to the tune of a grand adventure into the unknown. It is very much an adventure book. Twists. Turns. Danger. Death. It was quite a marvelous experience for me.

Oh, yes. Did I mention I was able to visit this book a few times. I've been in there. Now... if only I could get into Club Lex.

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The Naughty Bat

I've been continuing my observation of Club Lex. Not everyone there seems to be as friendly as they look. There was a bat, for instance, that likes to hypnotize people as one of the perks of the club. This is something I am into. I like the idea of giving up my free will to become the extension of another. Who doesn't really? Life is hard. Life is especially hard when you exist between realities in a dark and lonely limbo that feels somewhere between the walls of heaven and hell.

But I digress...

This bat isn't entirely genuine. He is considering taking advantage of someone who put their trust in him. He wants to own his mind, body, and perhaps his soul. To some degree his victim agreed to this by wanting to be hypnotized at all. But the deal was never for this to be permanent. At least, that's what I imagine. The club has a policy against unsolicited abuse. But then I cannot help but envy the poor victim to some degree.

Through no fault of his own, he may soon find himself ripped out of his life and placed in another. He won't care. The part of him that normally would care will be removed. He'll simply become a happy thrall within a fantasy he invented with the intention that it would be temporary... but now it will be permanent.

I once fantasized about going to sleep and waking up a cat. Suddenly I didn't have to bother with anything, and nobody cared if I did or didn't. Imagine waking up suddenly a slave. You still have duties to perform, but you don't really have to worry too much. You no longer work for money. You act only to please a single person. You thrive for his affections. You yearn to gain that smile.

I can't help but find this misuse of power attractive. But I fear that this hypnotic bat--ah yes, so his name is Alucard--I fear that if his boss finds out, he could be in a lot of trouble. The spirit of Club Lex is a thoughtful and empathetic one. They have rules. They have, perhaps, a duty to their customers. But if you ask me, I'd rather Alucard get away with it. Call me vicarious. I just find it sexy.

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Club Lex

I'm not making this club. At least, I don't feel like I am. Yet there does seem to be ideas mixed into it that I have considered before. The more I look through this book, the more I begin to realize what I am in the universe. Although I can't know for absolute certain. Perhaps a sentinel. The avatar of something greater. I'm already pretty sure there is a god. Or God. There has been a connection between me and him for a while now. At first is frightened me, but now I think I understand. I understand the abuse.

Club Lex is essentially my creation, but I am not there. I'm not physically there. Not that I don't wish to go there. I'll certainly try. One of those doors out there may lead to it. I'm a little skittish about opening any of those doors after running into Jason, but I may have to run out there anyways. So much to see, I'm sure.

From what I can tell, Club Lex is brilliance in motion. It is liberty incarnate. It is an idea put to action. Club Lex is libertine, pansexual in nature, but homosexual in presentation. The employees who work there genuinely care. They care about each other, they care about the customers, and they care about their job. Finding happiness through sexual desires is their objective morality.

It is a charitable organization which helps those in need. And even in house, they do what they can to help those who are unsure of themselves. I know of one buck who runs a program that helps "closet cases." How cruel life must seem when you cannot properly express yourself sexually.

I mean... this is seriously making me grin. I wanna know more about these people. I wanna go there... and experience this. Who are these people? Why are they so good? I gotta get out of here.

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The Door and the Fox

I did not post a blog last week. I am very sorry. I'll try and fill you in on what happened. After working on my newest book, I decided it was time to take a stroll out into that strange hallway.

Like before, there was no ceiling, and the doors were like black smoke. I sauntered down with a smile on my face as I wondered what was on the other side of these doorways. I chose one, placed my hand to the smokey knob... and opened it.

There was a fox on the other side. He was somewhat surprised to see me, but he ultimately walked past me without saying a word. I immediately felt as if this had happened before. It was the strongest feeling of deja vu I had ever experienced. But now that I think on it... maybe this really had happened before. Or at the very least, I had a premonition of it happening.

Sometimes I think reality plays out of order... but we can only see it from one ongoing perspective. Isn't that what we call destiny? It is perhaps a queer definition of what destiny might be. Either way, I think that meeting that fox happened because it was always going to happen. And the fact that it happened affected both the past which had already occurred, and the inevitable future.

At the very least... I know one thing: It wasn't Ixus. No, I am dealing with Ixus. That fox that met me at that door was Jason. It was the moment in time when he was released into the multiverse. I don't regret it. I'm sure I'll see him again... and we'll talk for a while.

For now, I see a new prospect before me. A book has opened up, and inside I see a world that seems to listen to my very thoughts. That book leads into a new and interesting place. It's called "Club Lex." I wonder if I could go there... for a while at least.

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A Peek Outside

I've begun to wonder if the things I saw in Scritch City were real. Much of it feels like my own imagination turning into reality. I did write a book about it. (I'll promote it at the end of this blog, if anyone is out there to read it.)

Characters such as Quentin, Aloe, and Daxter don't seem to have anything to do with me. Perhaps I was manipulated by them. And if they were creations of mine... did I manipulate myself? I'm having a hard time understanding all of this. Was it real? And if it was... does any of it really matter?

My personal belief is that there is such a thing as a multiverse. There are many worlds all with their own rules. Sometimes people can exist in two or many of these worlds. I wish I understood it better. I think that I instinctively know how it works, but it is harder to put it into words.

The place where I am now feels like somewhere in between. I began in Chapter 1 (the primordial ooze). I somehow moved to Chapter 2 (Railroad Towers). Something ate me and sent me to Chapter 3 (Scritch City). And here I am now in Chapter 3.5. I'm not really anywhere. But then... maybe this place acts as some sort of gateway to other chapters.

I looked out of my doorway again. For the first time I noticed there was no ceiling out there. The sky is just a mass of glowing purple clouds. The hallway itself is... smokey. Like the walls are made of black smoke. I mean sometimes it is. Depends on how you look at it. Imagine something that looks differently based on how you look at it. Either way, I noticed other doors out there.

The more I work on this new book, the more I realize just how much of a hedonist I am. I don't like doing things by halves. I like to indulge in my fancies as much as possible. This need is making me yearn to explore outside this room. I need to open up some of those doors.

My ideas for the club has become far more stable. I see people there. I kind of see their faces. This is nothing like the Railroad Club or the Tailhole Club. This is something different. I wish I could go there. Bur first I need to work on this story some more.

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Maybe I should go for a walk after this next chapter.

Writing in a Strange Place

I haven't stopped writing. In fact, I don't think I could if I wanted to. I feel compelled to continue writing about the things I see. Most of these things I believe have some sort of basis on reality. I, Buddy Tippet, seem to exist in some sort of multiverse. I am forever trapped here. At the very least, I seem to be out of trouble.

Here's a funny thing: I snagged my laptop cord when I got up to stretch. The laptop flew off of my desk and landed on the floor in front of me where I accidentally stepped on it. The screen cracked real bad and didn't seem to work anymore. But like being in a dream, I saw the crack retract into nothing. The screen started working again. What's more, it doesn't need to be plugged in anymore. It just sort of works.

I have an internet connection. I've still been able to contact some of my close acquaintances such as CB634, Mad Rabbit, and Shawn O'Toole. Book-writing is still an ongoing project even if there is no one here to talk to. Miss Silky is gone. I left her behind. I miss her. I really enjoyed talking with her. At this point, I'd probably be able to shoot the breeze with a hobo and come out of it with something. It's boring here.

The room doesn't look all that different than the back room of the Railroad Club. There are some differences. More gray. Definitely more gray. Sort of a... boxy design on the wall. Hard to describe. Like there are these long rectangles that are gray. There are bits of white around two of the sides of each rectangle. I count maybe eight of them. Sort of just... spread out along each wall. I dunno. Just caught my eye is all.

I looked outside the door where the hallway is. Yep, it's still there. I want to explore it more, but I've just been so busy. I got things I need to get off my mind. There's this thing about a club. There's a pool or something. It's so hard to focus on.

Anyways, I really need to get back to plugging my books. It's been a while. Pack Rats of The Inside was my very first book. It sold pretty well. A couple people left some comments up on Amazon. I assume I got paid at some point. Not sure what to do with the money while I'm stuck in this place. I wonder if I should eat it???

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Out of an Old World

Was it just a dream? Had I really been there? Where it is true I, Buddy Tippet, found Scritch City in a dream, I did feel as if I had woken up on its streets. Miss Silky guided me there, did she not? Perhaps. Either way, I am awake now... although there is nothing here.

I don't believe Scrich City is gone. It's still out there. Everyone is still alive and making decisions. But they are doing it despite me. But where am I now? Where is this? Is this home?

All I know is this: I have my laptop with me. I have my books. I still live with the broken memories that I may or may not be myself. But I believe I have to move on. Scritch City can manage itself. I need to explore and see what is out there.

It is, perhaps, a good time to fall back to basics. I am a man who greatly adores the very concept and foundation of hedonism. I believe that the selfish should be allowed to provide for themselves. I know this is who and what I am. And as time slowly drifts by in whatever plane I find myself in, I shall keep writing. I shall keep exploring. And as I do these things... I shall report them.

Please stand by.

Good Luck, Quentin

Greetings Quentin,

I want to personally congratulate you on your success in stopping the death ray. We had a lot of plans for it. You probably know by now that it was my intention to allow Scritch City to be destroyed by it, as was the case with Zed. This, of course, does nothing to cease our immediate efforts. We can adapt, and I am sure you can as well.

Let me make a few things clear, as this will be the last you shall hear from any of us. Firstly, Buddy Tippet has left us. It is as if he was never here at all. In fact, his blogs seem to be disappearing from the net. People don't remember them. His account, as a whole, seems to be disappearing from our view. It was through the casting of a spell that I was able to send this to you at all.

Scritch City will still exist. Railroad Towers will still exist. It all will still exist with or without you. More importantly, Baphomet and Alabaster still have their eye on you, as we all do. There is a good chance we will never hear from you again, but be sure that we, the high followers of Ra, shall not forget you.

I have some small understanding of what you did and why you did it. I know about the intrusion of Vox and your rather petty disputes with God. You never could take the world for what it was. I am not sure you were ever really completely sane. You bore the mark of a prey, but fought with the will of a predator. I think at the end of all this, I shall still be disappointed that you did not take that final step to sit at my side. All you had to do was give in to those lovely impulses of yours. But you were stubborn in your silliness to the end. The realm of evil and power has no place for you after all.

But even with my disappointment, I still hope that you have a change of heart. I can still make good use of you. That seat is still open. Dakota has been called off. Come back at the moment of your choosing, and we will put every bit of your talents to use for the good of those who deserve it.

The game isn't really ever over, Quentin. You're just ignoring it. But until that day comes, if at all, have a good life as you ignore the man that you almost became.

~Jason

GET OUT

A Message from Miss Silky

[Written by Miss Silky and transcribed by Buddy Tippet]

I am sorry for Buddy's absence this afternoon. He is really upset and has not been in the mood to write this blog. I've been trying to get him to continue, but the dear just needs some time off. Apparently the odd vision he saw was very upsetting.

As things are becoming a little tense right now in the city, I will be closing the Railroad Club for the rest of the day and possibly some of tomorrow. I have a bit of organizing that needs to be done. Please send all RSVPs to me personally so I can arrange something for tomorrow.

Everyone remember where you live. This is Scritch City. We are a hedonistic state. Things can get a little rough when the balance your Elites set forth begins to get shaky. Be very careful what you say and do here. We expect patriotism. Those who cannot conform won't survive very long. I'm sorry it has to be this way. I did everything I could to help you. I even started to love you.

Be safe, everyone. Live for lust. Seek your pleasures. And for goodness sake, try to have a bit of class while you do so.

~Miss Silky

Somebody Please Help Me

I guess I haven't been myself as of the last few hours (weeks?). I'm not sure what I was doing. I don't know. During this time, I did learn a few things. I'll try and lay it all out for you. Maybe I can make some sense of it all over time.

It all started with my blog called We're All Hedonists! In the comment section, I was contacted by none other than Daxter himself. He flirted with me, and I reciprocated. In private messaging, I arranged a date with him.

We communicated a few more times before he actually showed up at the Railroad Club. I was getting cleaned up for him. We were gonna fuck. It was flatly going to be a sexual encounter. I wanted it that way.

I heard him come into my private room. I walked out to him... and then... something happened. It was like the wall of my room had turned into a video screen. I saw someone who looked like me. He ignored me and seemed to be talking to Daxter. Daxter talked back... a little bit.

The odd thing was that Daxter refused to look at the image on the wall. He just kept looking at me as if I was the one saying all the things. I can't really remember much about what the other me said... but I do remember what happened after their conversation. Daxter... just disappeared. We never even got to fuck.

About an hour later, I got a new message from Daxter sent to my blog I'm Going to Have Fun. It has since been removed. I was going to post it here for you to read, but I just noticed that he removed it. However, my blog service cross-posts all messages I get to my email account. So I have it. And I am going to post it here for you. Maybe you can make sense out of this:

10MilesHigh has left a new comment on your post "I'm Going to Have Fun":

You make me sick
Because I adore you so
I love all the dirty tricks
And twisted games you play
On me~

We'll destroy this world for you
I know you want me to
Feel your pain

I have a feeling a certain green fox and you plotted against me. Fine. I'm nice to you. I try to indulge you. I open myself to you and you punish me. Fine. You want me to be on Quentin's side? Fine. I understand that I am meaningless to you.

I'll carve Quentin's name in my heart and crucify his enemies.

He also wrote the following which is still posted to one of my very confused replies:

10MilesHigh has left a new comment on your post "I'm Going to Have Fun":

If Quentin had got to you first would you have done the same thing to him?

I put my trust in you Buddy. You punished me for it.

Everything I have worked for is now set against me. You label me as a wrench so I go to Baphoment, I toy with Miss Silky, and I hurt Quentin so much that I don't think he will recover, then you deliver me to Quentin all wrapped up in a red bow.

I hope this "new perspective" amounts to something but then again, you don't care about any of us "tokens" do you?

I don't understand what's happening. I never even got a chance to speak with him. That was the... person on the wall. What the fuck is happening? If anyone knows, send me an email at BuddyTippet@gmail.com. Seriously, I'm losing my fucking mind.

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Love = Quentin

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