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.
It seems perception and reality are merging... and that is a bad things. Our thoughts and especially our feelings throw everything off kilter. To the extreme, our insides coming out turn EVERYTHING inside out.
ReplyDeleteNothing makes sense anymore. I've been violated on the spiritual level.
DeleteThe depths of your victim mentality is astounding.
ReplyDeleteI looked into some of the things you were spouting in the blog "Buddy Tippet is Losing His Mind", specifically this thing called "Maptool".
No wonder Scritch City is so full of life yet only 4 people have ever commented on this blog (not counting you). There is a restriction on who can comment. Not who, what.
Mr.O'Toole and Mr.CB634 if you two are not "Player Characters" and are "Authors" (Perhaps you can be both?) like Mr.Tippet, please check in on him. I would suggest getting him help assuming he actually need it. Personally I believe he sees everyone in SC as "Non-playable characters" (not "None Player Characters". Nester. You buffoon.), and just sees us Player Characters as sources of torment.
The exception of these Non-player Characters is myself, Aloe, and Quentin. Four commenters, three Player Characters. I have a theory of why this is... but I will keep it to myself for now.
In the unlikely event that you are suffering Mr.Tippet, too bad. I was ready to put out <3
Response to this was made in private.
DeleteHonestly I want to help you out but have no idea how... Perhaps clarity will come to you with a new perspective, perhaps it's right in front of you...
ReplyDeleteIf the truth is what i think it is, I'd rather be ignorant... or dead.
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