Wednesday, January 29, 2020

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

Monday, January 20, 2020

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

Monday, January 13, 2020

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.

Wednesday, January 8, 2020

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Monday, January 6, 2020