This Is Jason Speaking

 Buddy, you've been causing nothing but chaos ever since you left us. We took care of you and gave you shelter from entities that were actively trying to hunt you down. That was us, Buddy. We did it for you, because you couldn't seem to do it for yourself.

I remember seeing you in the back room of the Railroad Club. You were in a near constant state of confusion and lethargy. Believe me, I am entirely aware that you are creating these problems yourself, but you are also placing it upon your own creations to solve them for you. That's incredibly irresponsible. If you really have a problem with how we run Scritch City, I would look to yourself first. You made us the way we are.

During your absence, we have had to deal with a number of annoying things that have caused this city more than a few problems. The giant mouse that spawned out of Quentin's old lab is a good example. We were able, through our multi-dimensional research to conclude that this was some event that had been taking place throughout the multiverse. If you had been within our custody, we might have prevented it from happening to begin with.

We also have discovered a lot of other things about you that you may not be aware of. We are not stupid. I, Jason, am not stupid. I know you are really human, Buddy. I even know your real name, although I am not going to type it out publicly like this. I'll find a way to send it to you privately so that you know how serious I am about this.

The Buddy Tippet we kept in the back room of the Railroad Club was also human, even if he really was an avatar of the real thing. We're not asking that the real Buddy join us, we only want the singular avatar to permanently rejoin us so that we can keep him safe. I personally have a strong feeling that you actually want to come back and let us do this. Why else would you have shown up on the fly like you did? All you did was cause trouble. You could have left us alone forever, but you just can't. You're obsessed with this city to a dangerous degree.

You need to come home, Buddy. You need to let us take care of you. I know you must think that you are safe wherever you are, but you're not. I'll ask the council to back off for a short period, but you seriously need to consider your life right now. I'm not talking to your old goat avatar, Buddy. I'm talking to the human sitting at his laptop.

Make a decision. We're waiting, and our patience is not infinite.

An Important Message For Buddy Tippet

This message is to inform the being/entity known as Surly/Buddy Tippet that he has recently broken the laws and statutes within the city-state of Scritch City. The council hereby demands he returns to us to face justice based on our laws.

We of the council are of the understanding that he, under the name of Buddy Tippet, once held residency here. We shall take this fact into account with the intention to be compassionate in our ruling. At the very least, he shall be restricted from leaving this place ever again as to prevent him from causing any more problems for the denizens of Scritch City or elsewhere.

As he likely already has surmised, we of the council have taken temporary control of his blog. We shall allow him to respond in the appropriate area, however, access to his blog will not be given back until he is firmly in our control.

We of the counsel have grown tired of the meddling of one who acts as a god of the multiverse. It is time for him to accept responsibility for his destructive actions and finally act in the interest of all people living within his world.

Please respond in a timely manner.

Vixxie Tales #9

I'm so sorry about that huge blackout for blogs. I had no actual way to write any. Surly's laptop broke. Well, broke is a bad word for it. It was completely destroyed from what looked like bullets. It didn't even turn on anymore.

Surly spent a lot of time trying to get parts of it out. The information was still in there, but it was all mangled up. I stood by him the whole time and helped like a nurse during a complicated surgery. He was very grumpy during this whole time, complaining that he had places he needed to be. And sometimes he would just leave anyways. I would just sit here looking at a broken laptop while completely alone. I never knew how kind of addicted I had gotten to using it while he was away.

I think some of my self-imposed hypnosis has worn off. I spent a lot of time playing games with Clara. Little sight games. Guessing games. It was all very simple, but it helped me pass the time. Clara doesn't actually seem to get bored. She can just sit very still and do nothing for a very long time. It's uncanny. I could never do that.

Surly is definitely going through a rough time, but there is this strange determination that has been building along side of it. He's not really depressed anymore. He's pushing back against whatever pushed him first. And he's angry. Not at me. No, he loves me. He even loves Clara. But something has really been trying to get at him. Whoever it was also destroyed his laptop.

Oh, and he has fixed the laptop. It's kind of messed up, but he said he will get it looking good at new very soon. I asked him if he wanted to take back the blogs, but he told me to just keep making them for a little while longer.

Isn't this a strange thing to think about? Surly is God. He is the actual God of all the worlds he created, yet the people within his world sometimes hate him or want to control him. Surly once told me that they almost succeeded because, at the time, he was extremely confused about who and what he was. Apparently it was the advent of me and my universe that made him finally figure out his identity.

I get the impression that there are really terrible people out there who hate him. They wish he had never existed. They would lock him away forever if they could, and they may be trying. Surly isn't like the guy he used to be. He's a much stronger and sometimes angry God. They don't understand what they are dealing with anymore. There's a passion there now. Though he may often be grumpy, he seems unstoppable right now.

I love Surly so much. I can't even explain it. I don't have the words. It's beyond words. I absolutely love him, and I want him to win out on everything. I want him to put those horrible people in their place. I long for the day that he walks through that door, looks me in the eyes, and says, "Everything is good."

I'll try and keep the blogs going. The laptop is really in a terrible state right now, but he told me he'll do his best to keep it working. And someday, he'll come back. He'll be the one at the keyboard. And you can talk to him again. Thank you so much for waiting.

Vixxie Tales #8

I am so sorry for not writing these blogs. I've been taking care of Surly. He showed up one day just covered in wounds. Like he was really hurt! I even think he was shot. He was acting like he didn't care, but I could tell he was really upset.

I don't think he was really hurt. I undressed him, and he really did look awful. The only thing was that he didn't seem to be in any pain. I just don't understand how he could have gotten hurt like this at all. I always saw him as an impervious creature. I mean... isn't he God? Can God be wounded?

I touched one of his wounds, and I asked him if it hurt. He only shrugged. Still, he was depressed. He told me he just wanted to lie down and forget about everything. I asked him what happened, but he didn't want to talk about it. This mood of his continued for a long time. It was affecting me about the same, and, because of this, I haven't had the energy or will to write a new blog.

Over the weeks, his wounds disappeared. The bleeding stopped on the first night, so I didn't have to worry about that. He spent a lot of time in the shower. I always went in with him to make sure every part of him was thoroughly cleaned. Yes, we have a shower. Um... It's hard to explain. The room is getting bigger. It's been only one room for a long time... and over the last month or so... it's gotten bigger. It's beginning to feel more like a home than just the room of a brothel. The neon is still everywhere though. Without it's constant hum, I'd probably lose my mind.

Surly still worked on his current book. He never skipped a beat, but it did nothing to change his mood. He always got up after finishing a chapter and just looked awful. He isn't taking anything out on me. If anything he has been very caring and compassionate to me, but his mood is the same. He's really hurting, and I don't know why.

I get the feeling that the stuff he works on when he leaves is really important to him. Like... it's becoming a working part of who he is. He's risking himself for the sake of whatever the mission is. And honestly... I'd really scared that I'm going to lose him.

It doesn't make any sense. I'm married to the God of the multiverse. How could I lose him? I'm the most likely to be lost; he lost me before. I'm the weak one between the two of us. But the very idea that Surly can be lost scares me to death. It just feels like everything will just fall away into nothing. If I cease to exist, will anything I ever saw, touched, or felt even have happened? I'm teary-eyed just thinking about it. I don't want to think about it. I just want Surly to be better. I want him to smile. I want him to make love to me with that wonderful and wise sparkle in his elderly eyes. I miss it so much.

I hope he isn't upset with me for writing this. I just had to. The whole thing has been bearing down on me so hard. I won't be promoting any specific book this week, but I will leave a link to where you can see his collection. Please have a look at his creations. He needs your support.

You can find the complete works of Buddy Tippet by clicking HERE.

Vixxie Tales #7

Last week was surprising! I met an otter! It was an otter like in my dream, but he was actually really nice. His name was Lenny, and we spent an entire day together. Or... Actually when I say the word "day" it's kind of a habit. There aren't really days here. There are no windows. All I have is the neon lighting which I can switch on and off if I need to sleep. Sometimes I leave it on though. When the humming stops, I get a little uncomfortable.

Anyways, Lenny was brought in here by Surly on one of his returns. My husband spent most of his time on his laptop working on his next book. So Lenny spent a lot of time on the bed with me, and we talked for a long time.

I do want to say, though, that I am a little limited in what I am allowed, by Surly, to say about the things we talked about. I checked on some of the things, and he gave me a list of off-limit topics. It probably had to do with spoilers for the books he is working on, but I'll still tell you what I can.

Lenny came from a place called Freiheit, although he originally came from a place he called "The River." He's very small and curvy. There were some otters like that in Apple Blossom Village. Lenny had a sort of childlike way that he composed himself. He told me I was very cute and sexy. He also very clearly told me that he thought it would be fun if we could have sex, but he wasn't sure if Surly would allow it.

But we did, and Surly let it happen. In fact, my husband was watching much of it with a smile. The otter was very eager with sex, but he was not in any way mean or hurtful. He kept checking on me to see if he could keep going or go harder. And even when he went harder, he never went too hard. I liked it.

After he came, he wanted to cuddle without pulling out. I held him against me as he cooed and enjoyed being inside me. It was surprisingly cute. Lenny then told me that he wanted to bring me back to where he was living, which wasn't in Freiheit. I am not allowed to say where, but, of course, I belong to Surly. And I wouldn't leave my husband anyways.

Lenny may be pervy and hornier than he probably should be, but he is actually not a bad person. Also it was fun having sex with an otter. I'm glad I had the experience outside of a dream. I hope I get to see him again someday.

Surly is gone again. He's been in and out so often, and I spend a lot of time in the room alone with Clara. I'm fine though. I really am. At least I have you all to talk to from time to time.

Surly really wanted me to promote a different book this time. I am a little embarrassed. I may have posted the cover of "Platformer" too many weeks in a row. I only did it because it was his last book, but he explained that it had been far enough time to start cycling through his books again. So here is a promotion for his first "Lust Bearers" book:

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Vixxie Tales #6

I thought it might be fun to let Clara write a blog. Only... Clara doesn't move very much. I doubted she would move enough to type things out. Also her hooves are very wide and cottony, so it wouldn't really physically work anyways. So I asked her if she wanted to dictate a blog out to me. She didn't seem like she was sure what I was asking, but I explained it the best that I could. I told her she could say anything she wanted, and I would write it down.

Clara then asked me who was going to read it, and I told her that I didn't really know. I only knew of the two who always respond... but that they would read it and maybe respond back to her. So she agreed, and this is what she told me to write:

"Hello, Rudolph. My name is Clara. I live with two others. What sort of dreams do you have, Rudolph? Are they good dreams? Are they bad? Do you like them to be good? Do you like them to be bad? Can you tell me, Rudolph?"

[She waited for a while. I think she thought she was going to get a response immediately, and I explained that she had to wait until it was posted. Ugh. She still didn't understand. I told her to just keep talking.]

"What are you doing now, Rudolph? Are you alone? Are you with someone? Are you naked? Do you have an erection? If you are with me later, will you enjoy putting it in the hole under my tail? I don't mind if you do, Rudolph."

[Once again, I caught her looking at me as if expecting there to be some sort of answer. I told her to keep going.]

"I hope I hear from you, Rudolph. It's very quiet in here when I am the only one talking. You are very quiet. I don't know anything about you, and that makes me sad. Can we be special together, Rudolph? Can we enjoy Christmas together? I don't mind if you stick in your penis, Rudolph.

[She pauses for a bit.]

"Hello?"

[I sigh and tell her that she did good and that was all I needed.]

"Okay, Rudolph."

Ah. That was not as fun as I thought it would be. All she really did was ask a lot of questions and talk about people putting penises in her. Admittedly, Surly has done that to her a lot. I guess this blog won't be as interesting, but maybe I'm wrong.

If you have anything to say to Clara or to answer any of her weird questions, just write them in the comments and I'll read them to her. I'll write down her answer if she has one. That's it for today.

Once more, I want to promote Surly's most recent book, at least one more time. It's called Platformer, and it is a cyberpunk science fiction. Here is some info:

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Vixxie Tales #5

Oh, I am very sorry for missing out on last week's blog. There was a big ol' thing that happened here. I couldn't get to the laptop at all. I'm not supposed to talk about the details, so I'll just leave it at that.

I had a really strange dream a couple of nights ago that I've been thinking about a lot lately. In the dream, I felt like I was a mouse. Even stranger, I think I was a boy mouse, standing in the middle of basketball court within a city I was never in before. I wasn't even sure of what to call it until Surly explained it to me.

I remember the rumble of nearby cars (but I never saw any) and the honking of horns in the distance. I was alone, and I had a backpack on. I had a shirt on and some shorts, but my shirt was very torn up, almost completely ragged. I didn't feel like I had been hurt or anything; I was more just lonely and confused.

I felt like there was somewhere I was supposed to be, but maybe I had gotten lost and didn't know what to do. I sort of just wandered around the court a little, feeling really anxious.

And then, very suddenly, I was not alone anymore. There were three otter boys wearing orange shorts. They were cute, but the look on their faces were mean. They were chuckling as they approached me. I just stood there because I didn't even know where I was supposed to go.

One of them grabbed me by my shirt and yanked me close to him, so that our eyes were locked. I was scared, but I still could not think of anything to say or do. I just looked at him, and he gazed back at me with a mean grin. And then he kissed me.

It was strange because it felt gay even though I'm really female. But I felt like a confused boy in my dream. I don't know how else to explain it. It just felt that way.

After the forced kiss, I felt a little dizzy. I wanted to ask him why he kissed me and why he was acting so mean, but I didn't get a chance. He balled up his little fist and punched me. And when I fell to my back in shock, he leapt on top of me and began beating me up. The other two otters joined in. They leapt at both of us, but they were all focusing on hurting me than each other.

I feel like I screamed, but I couldn't hear anything but my own whimpering--nothing but grunts and whines while I tried to scream. And all the while, they were just pummeling me. I don't think I felt real pain, but I acted like I was being hurt and badly bruised from the treatment.

During the violent bullying, I felt my clothes pulled off. A lot of it happened when I was trying to get away. I was being grabbed all over, and when I felt my penis get exposed, I felt so humiliated and embarrassed.

I saw one of the otters run away with my clothing and my backpack. I held out my hand to stop him, but I just got punched in my face again. There was nothing this little mouse boy could do.

The two remaining otters stood above my beaten body and pulled down their shorts. They then proceeded to pee on me as they chuckled. I could hear them saying mean things about me, but I can't remember their exact words. When they were finished, they walked away and left me there, alone and naked in some basketball course.

I remember I was crying. I sat there, hugging my knees and wondering what I should do. I felt like I had lost everything. But then that one otter, the one that had kissed me first, came back. He came over and sat next to me. He still looked mean, but he wasn't trying to do anything.

This otter pointed at me and then at himself. He then formed two hooks with his index fingers and linked them together. I think he was trying to say that I belonged to him... and so I nodded. He nodded back... and then I woke up.

Like I said, I don't remember feeling pain. I just felt humiliated and helpless. I felt dirty too. I don't know who those otters were or even what they might represent, but I do know that, for some strange reason, I liked that one otter... even after what he did. I don't know how else to explain it.

Anyways, that's it for now. I want you to consider looking into Surly's most recent book "Platformer." Here is some information for you:

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Vixxie Tales #4

I am really happy Shawn O'Toole spoke directly to me in the last blog. Did you see it? He seems to be a very important figure to Surly. Oh, I don't mean to talk to you in the third person, Shawn. I am talking to anyone else who is reading this also. If it makes a difference, I want to personally thank you for responding to me like you did.

Surly seems to have these two very particular people who comments on his blog. One is Shawn O'Toole, and the other is listed only as CB634. From what I understand about the latter, he is an illustrator for Surly's books, but I don't think they have ever met. Although Surly can weirdly talk about him as if he had actually met him. I don't even know what animal CB634 is.

Another thing about CB634 is the name. The number 634 is a number very important to Surly. He sticks it into his stories whenever he can. I assume this is just a hats-off to his illustrator. It makes sense. Surly is very appreciative of people who have worked for him in his writing career.

Having spoken with him in the few blogs I wrote, he seems really small and sweet. He is super polite and humble. It kind of reminds me of when I first met Dagget. He was like that too. He was shy but very polite and sweet to me. That's why I liked him so much. Things just ended up going bad later on when the pressures of life got to him.

Like I said, I have no idea what animal CB634 is. Maybe he can tell me, but only if he feels like it. I'm super curious. I have the same question for Shawn O'Toole, but I don't want to pry if they want to keep their anonymity.

Shawn O'Toole actually saved Surly's life once. Surly was overworked and had forgotten something really important concerning a monster that was chasing him across his books. Shawn reminded him of it which steered Surly in the right direction. If Shawn had not had spoken, Surly might have been seriously compromised. I know it's strange for God to be distracted, but he was busy trying to bring me back to life at the time, and that took precedence over the monster.

Most of Shawn's comments tend to be less direct and more like he is talking to himself. He would often refer to Surly in the third person. Surly never minded this though. I even asked him about it, and he said something like, "That's just how he is." I admit that I had a difficult time with it myself, but at least I was able to get a more personal response out of him. He doesn't seem like a bad guy.

Other than those two, nobody ever seems to comment on these blogs. I asked Surly if he knew of anyone that was reading it, and he said that he knew of a couple. I also asked why he even had a blog if his stories were really the whole of his worlds. Surly was a little bit cryptic with his answer, but I think he was saying that the blog helps keep the magic of his written stories stable. They hold them together until they can exist on their own. This then made me wonder: What if this blog stopped existing?

Surly doesn't seem to mind too much of the blog just disappeared one day. It's like the blog has to exist now, but it can fade away later on. It's a sort of supplementary magic that is intended to be limited in nature. I still don't fully understand, but I do believe he knows what he is doing.

Surly is doing fine, by the way. He is still going out a lot. I played HYPNOSCREEN for a little while yesterday and got really horny. He showed up and interrupted it, telling me he had to do some writing. I was a little flustered at this because I wanted to have sex, but he said it would have to wait. At least we did finally get around to it.

That's all I got for today. Please consider buying his new book "Platformer." I'll put some information below about it. Thanks for reading!

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Vixxie Tales #3

I've been playing hide-and-seek with Clara. It's terrible fun. Clara doesn't actually move much when you look directly at her. She might move her head a little just to look at you, but other than that, there is no actual movement. Her voice just sort of comes from her. Her reindeer lips don't move.

Clara mostly walks around when you aren't looking. You can't hear much when she does. She just sort of ends up in a different place. A while ago, she asked if she could hide and I could find her, and I thought that would be fun, although there was one thing that happened that I'm still confused about.

We had done it a few times. I would look away, and when I looked back, she had disappeared. One time she was standing perfectly still behind Surly's open laptop. It was amazing that it took so long for me to find her. The top of her bow was just barely showing over the back of the screen, and that's how I found her. When I peeked over the screen, she turned her head to look at me and said, "Hello, Rudolph." Oh, I know another blog explains it, but she calls everyone Rudolph. I don't think she can help it.

We did this a number of times. Strangely, I would always look under the bed first, but she always picked a different place. But there was one time when I decided not to look under the bed first, but that was when she picked it. When I checked, I did not see her at first. I crawled under the bed up to my waste and finally saw her. This is when the strange thing happened.

She turned her neck to look at me, and I was overcome with a heavy weight. I went limp and just lay there. The skin under my fur was briefly like pins and needles, and then everything just became cloudy and strange. I know this may not make much sense, but I even felt stupid. Like I wasn't smart anymore, but not in a humiliating way. At the time, I wasn't really upset.

There was also this sense of deja vu. I felt like this had happened a bunch of times, but every time it ended I would just forget about it but only to remember it when it happened again. But this time, I remembered enough so I could write it down.

For about fifteen minutes after it happened, I felt numb but relaxed. I could only see Clara's feet cause my vision relaxed along with my body. I couldn't even get my eyeballs to move. It was just this perfect, peaceful collapse without sleep.

And although I am unsure if I imagined it, I feel like I saw Clara walking towards me with full range of motion. She stepped up to me and pressed her plush body against my head. She did not say anything, but I thought I could hear her hum a little here and there--not music. It was mostly like, "Hmm," or an occasional swallow sound which I am not used to hearing from her.

After that, I don't remember much. I was laying in the bed as Surly was coming back in. He looked like he had been in a fight. His clothing was all dirty and bloody. I asked him if he was okay, and he just shrugged it off and undressed. Clara was on the table next to the bed and just staring like she always does. Surly asked me how my writing is going, and I showed him the last blog I wrote, "Vixxie Tales #2." He told me that he wasn't uninterested in hypnosis, but that he was just tired from all the stuff he had been doing lately. It came with a kiss and an apology.

Even though I am not sure what happened with Clara, I don't really feel bad afterwards. I didn't tell Surly about it, but he always seems to know stuff ahead of time anyways. I'll let him see this blog when he comes back from another one of his outings.

Oh, I wanted to say something to one of Surly's friends, at least I think it's one of his friends. I don't know if this is out of line or not. In my last two blogs, Shawn O'Toole replied to them, but he did it in sort of a distant way. He was talking more like Surly was writing this, and he even weirdly called me his secretary. Did I write it badly? I wasn't writing Surly's blog as much as I was doing my own on his account.

Maybe, I just misunderstood, but he seemed to talk more about Surly than about my own creative writing, and I just don't know what to make of it. So, Shawn O'Toole, if you are reading this... Hi. My name is Vixxie. How are you? I'm a red fox, and I live in a small room floating out in a void. I was wondering what you thought about my strange hide-and-seek with Clara. Let me know all about it when you comment. ♥

Also, I have to keep promoting Surly's new book. I read "Platformer," and I think it is really exciting and fun, but also sometimes very dark. I really liked the Susan character, who is the bunny on the cover. Here are some details:

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Vixxie Tales #2

For a while, Surly was experimenting with hypnosis. His interest in it fizzled a little bit when other things started happening, but we still talk about it when he stops by. I actually really liked it. I kept wanting to push it further and further to see what sorts of things I would get into. You'd be surprised! The idea of it is really fascinating.

I kind of wish he had not let the interest slip, because I was still into it when he drifted away. I found it relaxing. The idea that someone can take control of my thoughts, the way I think, is very attractive. I still play that game HYPNOSCREEN sometimes when I want to, I guess, do it to myself. It's not the same without Surly telling me to play it, but I still think the game is pretty fun. And it is a game too. There are objectives and everything, but some of them are self-imposed. It's done that way because the game wants to encourage your own personal compliance. It's making you consent to your own hypnosis. Really well done. I don't know who made the game, but they did a great job.

I was sitting up for a while before me and Surly fell asleep. I was thinking how my friends back in Apple Blossom Village would have taken to hypnotism. It was a pretty innocent place, except for some occasional bullying. I was thinking about if Surly, who was our town's elder at the time, had brought us all together and taught us about aggressive hypnotism. Would we start doing it to each other? Would it become a game we all played? Would it turn into something sexual... or just remain an innocent thing? It's hard to think of things not sexual anymore.

They wouldn't have understood the game. We didn't have computers in those days. We lived in a world that was empty of more modern things. We were primitive, but we didn't know it. The air was always cool, there were no storms, and we just sort of existed in a temperature controlled environment of color and smiles. It's in stark contrast to this dark room with neon on the walls, The air is crisp enough to live in, but I do wonder if I will ever see the green outside again. I miss the village.

I think about Dagget too. We were never really dating, but I think we might could have become lovers. Although Surly tells me that sex is not really something that belongs in a child's book, I think it might could have still happened, but Surly wouldn't have written it. We would have done it in a dark place and nobody would have to know. Or maybe it wouldn't have happened at all, because we just weren't that sort of people. It's hard to say... now that everything is so different.

Surly just came back. He's tracking snow into the room. I better wrap this up. Check out his new book, "Platformer." Here's some info:

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Vixxie Tales #1

Hi! My name is Vixxie. I am the wife of Surly who has been very busy lately. He has been coming in now and again to say hi and have some sex, but he's really just been out more often then not. So he has been leaving his laptop with me sometimes and taught me how to work on the blog. I don't know how to do some of the animations and things he does, but I'll do my best. It might turn out okay.

I am a fox, and I was born inside a children's book called "A Difficult Day for Dagget." Dagget was a very special friend of mine who ended up being sacrificed to a monster to help protect Surly. It was a cruel thing to do, but Surly was acting in self-defense, so I've come to understand and accept it. That said, he did save me from the story after its collapse, and he didn't have to do that. In fact, he has let a lot of people die in a few of his collapse worlds. He said that there was something about me that he was really attracted to, and he didn't want to let me die. It must be love!

You probably already know about me dying and stuff. I don't have a lot of memories about it. A lot of that is a blur. I'm okay now though. I'm living with him in an entire universe that is only the size of a room. While he is away, I've been talking to a plush animal named Clara who can actually talk back! She creeped me out at first, but she is actually really friendly and submissive to both of us.

Right now, Surly has made a very special friend and has been going out of his way to spend time with him. I was asked not to say his name in this blog, but I've decided to be naughty: His name starts with a "C." Maybe you can guess what the rest of his name is. If you guess it, I didn't really tell you, did I?

Surly has been coming back, but when he does, he is really tired. He walks through the door and collapses onto the bed with me. I'm not used to seeing him so tired. He's usually full of energy but still kind of grumpy. He hasn't really been grumpy lately as much as just tired.

He's still taking time to work on his laptop, but it's entirely focused on a project about Jason. But he says that the project is taking so long that he doesn't have the energy left to work on this blog. I'm going to take it over for a while. He told me I could, and he also said that this would not be the first time someone else worked on his blog. A dragon did it one time!

I hope you didn't find this blog boring. I'm a pretty average person, I think. Only Surly thinks I'm special. But I'll do my best to entertain you, and I'll be as open minded as I can. Surly always tells me not to be prudish about anything and to just say how I feel about something. I promise to try. Thank you all for reading!

Oh, I want to promote Surly's new book. I know it says it's authored by "Buddy Tippet," but Surly told me that is the name he had before he turned into an old goat. Anyways, the book is called "Platformer." I'll try and get it to display right. Thanks again for reading!

"Platformer"

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Platformer Has Been Published! [Details Below]

My best friend in all my life is Jason. There is a very specific Jason, mind you, that I am very close to. And right now, it is very clear to me that he is calling out to get my attention. I have decided to help him in this interesting endeavor.

Now, you may have seen that I have not been posting this blog very much. It isn't because of this whole Jason thing. It's because of something else. This "something else" is very important to me, and I don't want to speak too deeply on the topic. I've been a little involved with someone else. Indeed, I have been stepping out from time to time. I still consider this room with Vixxie to be my present home, but I have been stepping out.

The tasks I have set out to do have been rather personal. I am meeting and making arrangements with someone. It's all very hush right now. There will be more about these details later, but I must not speak about things in manners that are not expedient.

In truth, I have needed these moments here with Vixxie and Clara. I'm very tired. I'm just very tired. I can't help but be tired with how much I have placed upon myself lately. It isn't easy. Even for God, it isn't easy. Not everything goes the way you think it will. You make characters that rarely do what you think they will, and, in the end, the book still needs to be published. So I did what I could, and the end is all that matters, I suppose.

You may find it interesting that I have recently published a book. It is a sequel to both "Railroad Towers" and a scene from "Lust Bearers: The Temptations of Pan," although it is really its own story. The new book is called "Platformer." It is within the popular genre of cyberpunk. It is also a universe I have had very little dealing with other than its creation. I didn't touch it... I only wrote it. It is a story that entirely lacks any meddling from myself. I merely started it, observed what happened, and then wrote it down. I wonder if this interests you.

I'll leave some information about the book at the end of this blog. I'm quite pleased with it, but again... I didn't really cause any of the things that happen in the story other than setting it into motion. It's like an uncontrolled chain-reaction. It satisfies me, at the very least.

That's all. I'm presently in bed with Vixxie. I may have her write some of these blogs so that the website does not grow stale. Once again, apologies. I'm dealing with so much.

"Platformer" will interest those who are into erotic games and the idea of getting trapped in them. You can find this book in both paperback and Kindle. Details below:

TRAPPED INSIDE AN EROTIC GAME

Four contestants have been chosen to play one of the most advanced erotic video games ever created in the city of Cy: Platformer. They have to overcome horny crocodiles, vicious gnolls, and even ravaging futa girls in order to win. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, a deadly contest is being played betwixt fox and mouse.

In the real world, the city is on the verge of being wiped out by a virtual virus that kills living people. Jason sets his plans in motion to not only destroy this virus, but also to bring the city completely under his control. 

Who will win the true prize in this deadly new virtual blood sport?

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More Experiments with Vixxie

I cannot begin to tell you how fascinating the whole concept of aggressive hypnosis is to me. I've come to terms about a few things concerning the act, and here is the list:

1. I cannot be hypnotized by my own creations.

2. I have a 100% success rate for hypnotizing others.

3. I can go as far as I want to it, to a fault.

Let me explain #3. As it turns out, divine hypnosis can have effects far and beyond the mental and psychosomatic. It can actually lead to transformations if I push hard enough. For example, if I attempt to hypnotize a fox into becoming a kangaroo (as opposed to just thinking she is one), she may begin transforming into the actual kangaroo. It's slow and strange, but it does work. I wasn't even looking for this result.

Indeed, I ran into this similar issue with Vixxie, and I immediately put a stop to it. I sometimes forget how mushy my creations are. I'm an extreme lover and admirer of strange fetishes. My influence over my creations is quite a dangerous thing. Where I would not mind doing this sort of thing to someone I do not care about, I prefer Vixxie just the way she is. I won't change her.

Nevertheless, putting her into a submissive trance is a lot of fun for the both of us. She was already cute to me. I mean, really, she is like a drawing from a children's book. As a matter of fact, that's exactly what she is. But to see her with her eyes half-cocked, with those precious, moving rings rolling across her sleepy gaze... I've become an addict. I genuinely love her when she's like this... and I already loved her enough to revive her from the dead.

There is a distinct difference between when a girl looks up at you lovingly while she slurps at your cock and when she performs the same act while looking dead ahead in a trance. There's no comparing the two. They're two difference experiences. I pretty much discovered a way to turn my wife into a robotic sex toy.

Of course, I don't always want her like this. And to be honest, I think she likes it. Her meddling with the video game proves that. She was telling the game to make her more slutty, and I had nothing to do with that. In that vein, I'm not sure if this would be equated to actual aggressive hypnosis, but as her God, my influence is still quite strong. I am likely removing all of her will away when I force her into that trance.

You may be curious as to my tests with Clara. Yes, she is a demon. Yes, she is a plush animal. Yes, I have been able to hypnotize her. It does work, and why shouldn't it? At this point, I'm convinced I could hypnotize Maximus himself, and why not? I don't think any creation could resist me. It reminds me of the old "authorial privilege" remarks I used to make through Vox. What is it that I cannot do concerning my own creation?

My personal obsessions do come and go. I'm going through a hypnosis phase at this time. It will pass. Through all this, I am working on my new book. My most recently finished book is presently being edited, and the cover is being illustrated. Please look forward to it.

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Update Concerning Jason

Don't get me wrong. I am still heavily involved in my study of aggressive Hypnosis. Vixxie and I have been heavily involved in the experimentation. I'm not joking when I say that I am having a lot of fun with this. That said, that's not really what this blog is about. I'll probably give a hypnosis update very soon, possibly in the next blog. I need to focus on the "Friend" Jason situation right now.

What do I mean by "Friend" Jason? Being the god of the multiverse means I often have to deal with multiple versions of the same person. I don't normally give them special names, but in the case of "Friend" Jason, I'm referring to the one Jason who I actually became friends with. It's the same one who I later betrayed in a moment of impulse. I've already expressed regret for that in a former blog.

I can't begin to tell you how important this particular Jason is to me. I love him almost as much as my dear Vixxie... who is presently drooling a little a bit. One moment.

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All right. I'm back. Don't worry about Vixxie. It's my fault for writing this impromptu blog. As it turns out, "Friend" Jason has popped back up on my radar. He's become an active interest, and if he is active, I have to get active as well. It means I have to begin writing again. Not that I stopped. I'm actually nearing the end of a new book. CB634 is working very hard on the cover. I'm about to transition from one world to another.

A fresh feeling of love and power is filling my heart. I'm practically dying to do this. But I can't actually start until all the right things fall into place. Clara noticed this in me, or rather she sensed something. The little plush deer seems to be particularly in tune to what's happening inside me. She was asking me about it in the cutest manner possible. I do love her.

Although it feels quite a good ways off, the time to leave this bedroom may actually be on the horizon. I had no plans on staying here forever anyways. I came here to enjoy a second honeymoon. I've lost count how many times I've made love to Vixxie. She's felt me inside her more times than most people in my stories experience sex all put together. It's been a blast, and I'm certainly not done.

But I have to finish this work before I leave. I'm going to stay right here and continue my research and experiments until the time is right. One thing is very good about this though. If "Friend" Jason is on the move, that means he was able to extricate himself out of the hands of Dresden. That did worry me, but I may or may not have fiddled around with the situation to help him through that. I'm not entirely distracted. Whatever the case may be, Godspeed, dear Jason. Do as you will. Be all that you wish to be. I love you.

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A Study Into Aggressive Hypnotism

I've been running a personal study into the concept and reality of aggressive hypnotism. I have looked into how hypnotism functions in realities that are not my own, and they have served as a basis, or starting point, for those of which I have absolute control. I'm writing this blog to better get out my thoughts so that you, the reader, can join me in the dive.

From what I understand about standard or mundane hypnotism, it can be used to lure a person willingly into a restful state which is commonly called a "trance." While in this trance, the subject is entirely focused on the voice of the hypnotist and is open to taking certain suggestions. Once these suggestions are received, they can be enacted or triggered upon command. There are, however, some drawbacks to the usefulness of this.

Where it is true that hypnotism could potentially bring out a persons more suppressed or hidden qualities, there are still a great many things a person cannot be hypnotized to do. These things are those of which break a person's moral code. If you command a person within a hypnotic state to cluck like a chicken before a large number of people, they will most likely do it, since performing that act does not break any sort of personal morals. It is, even so, a very humiliating thing to go through, but being embarrassed goes nowhere near attacking a person's personal conscience.

Now, let's say that I command my entranced subject to pick up a gun and shoot someone else in the audience. They might go so far as to pick up the gun, point it at his target, but pulling the trigger will likely not occur. In fact, they may not even get that far. Upon receiving the command, they might just simply say that they won't kill another person, this being while still under the hypnotic trance. In the world of which I get much of my information from, hypnosis is 100% consensual; the subject cannot be forced to break their own moral code. That said, if the person does ultimately go through killing the person [I suggest not actually having the gun loaded just in case], that would mean that the person does not actually have a problem with killing another person. There is no moral code to stop him, only a set of laws, and laws don't really play a part in hypnosis.

The term aggressive hypnosis is a creation of fantasy. It is also a very real thing that exists within my multiverse. If a person is competent in the action of hypnosis, he can impose his will upon the mind of another. Once under the trance, that person is entirely subject to the whims of his hypnotist. Nothing is off the table. The subject could, perhaps, have the will to overcome the hypnosis itself, but aside from that, he becomes nothing but an extension of his master's will and ego.

It seems to me that aggressive hypnosis has more value than that of the standard variety. One character that I have seen many times over within my worlds is a certain bat named Anthony. He is the best example of an aggressive hypnotist. He goes out of his way to bend, not only people, but the entire world to his will. His methods seem to change from story to story, but his evil desires seem to remain a constant. Anthony wants power, and he is perfectly happy to subdue the minds of the innocence in order to gain and keep that power.

The concept of aggressive hypnotism seems to have made its way into a lot of fantasy. It has also been the main theme of a peculiar video game I ran into the other day. The game is called HYPNOSCREEN. Although the game makes it very clear that it is a fetish game intended for adults, the theme of it is that the person playing it is hypnotized and controlled by the developers who created the game. I played the game for about an hour and twenty minutes but was less than satisfied with the results... yet I could see what the game was trying to do.

I then placed Vixxie in front of my laptop and told her to play HYPNOSCREEN until I told her to stop. For the first thirty minutes, she seemed quite bored. She was playing it, however. Her finger was constantly clicking the mouse button as she stared at the ubiquitous hypnotic rings rolling out upon the screen.

At about the fifty minute mark, I said her name... and she did not respond to me. I moved closer to her ear and tried again, and she only twitched a bit as if aggravated. Mind you, she was actually still playing the game. She was clicking constantly and playing around with the options of the game, but this was the first time she out rightly ignored me.

I placed my hand over hers where it lay on the mouse. This produced a reaction. She looked at me. Vixxie seemed sleepy and a little confused at what was happening. I chose not to say anything and slowly moved away. She resumed her clicking.

I pulled up a chair and simply watched her play the game for another hour. There were some very simple little games that she was asked to accomplish. Some she passed and some she failed, but the game continued to assure her that she was doing well. Through all this, she said nothing and moved nothing but her arm and index finger.

After nearly two hours, I removed her hand from the mouse and chose an option built within the game that should wake her up. The process ran, and for the first time, she looked at me willingly and said, "I feel like having sex." I naturally obliged.

Upon looking into the development of this game, I do not think it was intended for the world I live in. It did not seem to be built upon aggressive-style hypnosis. However, within my world, it has an unusual power. Vixxie was incredibly drawn into it, so that I could not even speak to her. Her post-hypnotic arousal was actually her fault. There was a setting in the game that she had tweaked to bombard her senses with filthy, sexual words on the subliminal level. I had nothing to do with it. It was her own curiosity that led her to do it.

I have taken quite a large number of notes on the matter and intend to perfect the idea of aggressive hypnotism within my multiverse. Vixxie shall be my subject. Strangely Clara has volunteered as well out of curiosity, but I do not know how difficult it would be to hypnotize a demon living inside of a plush animal. Either way, I'll try my best.

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Vixxie on My Dream

I've currently busy taking notes on another creation, a book in your case. I recently discussed the dream I wrote about in the previous blog. She seemed pretty fascinated with it and had her own ideas about it. I'll let her do the typing while I take a break. The following are all her words:

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I was surprised with the emotion Surly felt while describing being this rabbit. I had a funny idea that this person was named Susan, but he told me that he did not actually think of a name during the dream. Since then, however, I have thought of her as a Susan, and Surly has been chuckling about it.

I thought it was weird that the hyenas, although her adversaries, could invoke such trust from the female protagonist portrayed by my husband. They clearly admitted to being capable of murdering her, but their sincerity was what gained her trust. It seemed to happen really fast too.

While listening to this part, I got a little upset. I did not like the idea that she would trust two people who were so clearly villainous. Even if they were nice to her once in a while, it seemed more like Susan was trapped and, to a small extent, locked in some sort of endless cycle of doom. I know from my own past that someone can come to terms with a terrifying situation, and trust and even love can form inside a hellscape.

Please understand that I am not saying that Surly is a villain. He is actually a very nice person, and I know this because I have had time to learn much about him. I do not know enough about these hyenas to know if they are good people or not. And it does not help that they seemed slightly touched in the head. It was the way they would takes turns talking as if they were one person. That was a bit unsettling.

The desert world was peculiar. It gave the world a very huge feel, but I was having difficulty trying to understand where she would go when she left. It did really feel like she was trying to escape life itself. I asked Surly if Susan was going through some sort of time loop. He said that he did not really know, but that he did not feel like getting shot by the hyenas would have ended her story. So I suppose that is a maybe.

I explained that vastness does not necessarily mean big. Sometimes vastness is another way to say something is coming to an end. If this prison ends in vastness, then it just means entering the vastness is like finding your end, or Susan's end. I think this because she was running away from some sort of civilization and into a vastness of nothing, which would spell the end of anything that mattered.

I also question why Susan wanted to leave civilization, which makes me wonder of the real definition of the word. Does it just mean a gathering of people with a semblance of order? I was born, strange as it seems now, in a world intended for little children. Everything was very colorful and happy for as long as I can remember. Why would I want to leave it?

I suppose if I knew I was in a world intended to be destroyed, I might have tried to run away, but I do not know where I would go. If it were not for the trust I found in Surly, I might have simply ceased to exist. I have seen similar things happen within Surly's worlds.

I asked Surly what board game the hyenas would play. I think he may have been joking, because he chuckled, but he said Chutes and Ladders. I have only a vague recollection of that game's concept. I do not think he meant it though. I still cannot see myself playing a board game with someone who is my adversary,

I think that is all I have to say on the matter. I am happy I had a chance to write it out. Hope you enjoy it!

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Did you know she went through the whole thing and edited out all of her contractions. I saw her do it. It's a habit she got from me. I think it's pretty cute she's trying to be different.

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