A Vision Out of Nowhere

It's been a long night in the back of the Railroad Club. I've been hanging out with Vixxie. A little sex here and there, but it's been mostly us just talking and enjoying each other's company.

Well, roughly an hour or so ago, I blanked out for about two minutes. Vixxie didn't even notice it happened. The only reason she checked on me at all was because Clara asked, "Is something wrong with you, Rudolph?" She was looking at me when she said it.

Vixxie found me staring into nothing and was softly saying my name. I remember hearing her saying it, but I was a bit too busy looking at something that wasn't there. I knew I was having a vision. I knew I was sitting on my bed while Vixxie was trying to get my attention. I was just ignoring her as I tried to make sense of the weird stuff that I saw.

For the first minute of the vision, I saw a circle open up into a gray, overcast world. I say overcast because it could have been clouds. In truth, it was just a gray sky, so clouds were assumed. Pretty gloomy on the whole, but there wasn't any rain or anything.

The gray reached down to the horizon where there was an ocean of water and a beach of sorts which led to my feet. The water appeared shallow and ran its way to my feet, although I never actually looked down at my actual feet. I could have just as easily been standing on dry land, but the bubble this vision was showing in never had me looking in any direction but straight ahead.

The water was very still, almost glassy. There were no waves. Popping up from many different places from the water were dead trees. Sitting on a great many of the branches of these trees were an uncountable number of crows... or at the very least birds that were black. These birds were alive and fluttered a little, letting me know that they were living creatures.

For a moment, it appeared as if many of the birds were going to take off from the tree, but the scene reversed itself back to them simply sitting on the tree branches again.

All of which I described to you took place in the course of about fifteen seconds. Once that time was complete, the circle closed up like an iris, and I attempted to will it back into existence. No luck. It was gone. The remaining minute or so was just me trying to get it back. After realizing that it was over, I looked at Vixxie and told her what I saw.

We discussed it for a little while. All this happened while silly stuff was happening outside in the Railroad Club. I'll probably head out there to mess around with people. Lots of stuff happening today, actually. I'll talk about it later if it gets interesting.

Vixxie Tales #12

A whole twelve blogs for Vixxie Tales! I can't believe I have written this many. Right now, Surly is right next to me, and we are on a new laptop. It's not too different than the old one, but it seems to run better and the screen is bigger. I saw it change right before my eyes. I assumed that it was Surly who somehow did it, and I thought it was really cool.

Surly's laptop is magical. Sometimes it can be in multiple places at once. Back when I was just starting Vixxie Tales, he was bringing his laptop with him, but I was still able to use it. I always thought that was really neat. It's a laptop that can be anywhere.

Surly has been meeting a lot of interesting people. I was a little too busy with Surly to meet him, and there was a ferret-otter hybrid that showed up in our room right as my husband was teaching me how to use the new laptop. Surly says his name is Picard and that he is from another dimension. He doesn't really approve of his presence in Scritch City but is just letting it happen anyhow.

Oh, and before I got started on this blog, Fluke was here. Clara frightened him. She talked to him suddenly, and he did not seem to expect it. She does that a lot, but I've gotten used to it. I hope he isn't upset by it or anything.

Surly tells me he has been involved in some really dark things, but he explains that it is all very important. He sometimes tells me of these things and they are a little hard to hear, but I always assume he knows best. After all... he's God. And I love him.

I am really happy that I've been able to write these blogs. And this is a very special one because he's snuggling up to me the whole time. It's been really nice having him back. Thanks for reading!

I Found Leeto

Leeto. You know this guy? He's a regular reoccurring character in my books. I found him in the Tailhole Club. I wasn't really looking for him, but when he saw me and Fluke walk in on him, the bat went into a fit and ran at us with a knife. He didn't make it very far though. Poor guy collapsed onto the floor at my feet.

As it turns out, Leeto had become a drug addict in the Tailhole Club. He was still slurping cocks and eating a shocking amount of people's bodily fluids, but he had sadly fallen into the spiral of drug use to the point where he wasn't able to function all that well. I had Fluke pull him into one of the back rooms with me, and we abused him for a little bit.

Leeto was mad at me because I had forgotten about him being in Scritch City for a long time. Now, this was not a long time for the people of Scritch City, but Leeto has a sort of forth wall perception. He was aware of the time that was going by outside of this universe. This caused him to go crazy and begin using drugs to numb his senses.

I know I said I abused him a bit, but I actually really like Leeto. He's someone I am particularly fond of because he has had it really hard. He has been having visions and out-of-body experiences from my other books. Not to mention the book about him that I never finished. He's one of the most tortured individuals I know.

I got him out of there and brought him to a place I arranged for Fluke to live in. Right now, I am running an investigation to find a friend of mine. I've been leaving Vixxie alone in the back room of the Railroad Club the whole time, but she has been expressing some interest in going out on her own. I may let her do that. I'm getting more comfortable with the idea, but I'd still like to find someone to chaperone her all the same.

Anyways, that's all I got for now. Got a new book coming out soon. It's presently being edited. No promotions this time. I've got to go out and meet someone about a thing. If any of you run into a crazy white bat, do him a friendly act and let him suck your dick. Seriously, with him it's entirely a moral act. Not even joking.

My Dear Vixxie

I spent a few hours in bed with Vixxie, staring at my laptop. I could have gotten up to write a blog, but I didn't want to leave her for a while. She missed me; I could tell. She had spent the entire time I was away at the Tailhole Club looking for things to do. Apparently she spent an interesting time with Officer Dakota. I'd be lying if I said I didn't find that just a little attractive.

Vixxie knows I sleep around. She knew that one of the reasons I went to the Tailhole Club was to have sex with people, complete strangers honestly. She knew. Vixxie knows I am a hedonist, and, in her strange childlike innocence, she simply accepts it.

Despite being the original creator of this world, there is still the concept of fidelity. Cheating on your partner can still lead to broken hearts, sadness and anger. It happens this way because the concept of betrayal is still extant. I couldn't think of a way to change this. I can make a hedonistic society, but I can't remove the very concept of betrayal. People still hurt because of this.

Indeed, I loosely know of a world where this sort of thing is more of a concern. Actually, it exists in this world in the surrounding United States. They still have not crossed the line that Scritch City has, although their temptation is great. I wouldn't be surprised if they fell inline with this tiny, little citystate located in the middle of Nevada.

As for Vixxie, she knows of my betrayal, but she doesn't fully comprehend what it is. Not fully, only partially. She knows I am betraying her, but she accepts it as something that makes me happy. She also knows that I will always come back to her. How can she not? I brought her back from the dead. That's a little difficult to ignore.

Vixxie is my wife. We are a married couple. I love her dearly. The things that we share are stronger than any relationship I have had with anyone else in my long life. I genuinely love her. I love her more than sex. I don't even need to have sex with her to love her... although I do have sex with her. I had just finished having sex with her before I began writing this.

Oddly, just being able to fuck around in the Tailhole Club made me want her all the more. By the time I left that building, I was dying to be with her. I was lusting after her intensely. She gives me a comfort no one else can. I love her so much.

There is a look in her eyes which is somewhat difficult to describe, but I shall try. It is like looking into the wondering eyes of a child. Vixxie isn't really innocent. She's been through too much to be innocent anymore. But she accepts things with a simple heart in a way that no other character of mine can. It's sweet, adorable, and wonderful to behold.

Obviously this is a side effect of being born inside a children's book. It's just her type. She can't help but be this way. There is a purity of spirit within her that will never, ever be destroyed.

As I said, Vixxie knows I sleep around. She understands that I am a horny deviant, and I am. I am who I am, and she is who she is. We accept one another, and we always shall.

As far as news in Scritch City, the counsel has met for the first time after the takeover of Sol Invictus. I did not participate. They are probably dealing with preparations for his arrival and implementation into the culture of the world.

Also there was a large pinwheel shape that suddenly appeared across the parking lot of the Tailhole Club. It appears to be some sort of early version of a swastika. It has freaked out Baphomet a little bit, as much as he can be freaked out. The man is generally very chill. It's good to see we are still on such good terms. Either way, I suspect some very interesting things are coming to this city real soon.

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Vixxie Tales #11

It's time for Vixxie Tales #11. I have a sammich, and a soda, and I have a guest with me today. She's a fox like me. She is also a police officer, which she kind of had to explain to me a little bit, but I understand it now. Her name is Dakota, and she has just been hanging out with me for the last half an hour.

So far, she has been really nice. She's been sitting on my bed and being pretty quiet. She said she just wanted to watch me and that we didn't have to talk. So here I am, writing a new Vixxie Tales while she watches.

So I asked her if she knew any other foxes, and apparently she has a son! He's here in the club right now, but he is staying in Miss Silky's room. Maybe I can meet him soon. He sounds super cute. Dakota says that she just lets him do whatever he wants, which is a weird way to parent, but I don't wanna be too judgmental.

Dakota is really friendly, but she spends most of her time staring at me. I keep wondering if she is hinting about sex or something. I asked her if she wanted to talk or do anything, and she only said, "Maybe later, hun." So maybe sex? I dunno. It's so much easier to be sure with Surly.

Oh, I wanted to mention something about Surly. That last blog (the one about Jason finding the donkey) just sort of appeared on the site. The laptop was with me, so he wasn't present to actually write it. I'm not sure how it actually got written. I've been scratching my ears about it for a while now. Maybe, it's just because he is God, but I never saw him do that before. I guess that's why it's weird.

I still haven't found out where Surly keeps his covers, so I guess no book promotion. I am happy to be able to do these blogs all the same. Their fun! And I really enjoyed my sammich too. See ya next time!

The Desert Mule

Falling. Icey cold sensations passing through his fingertips. Blood. A steely acceptance of fate. These sensations were felt as the falling continued. Icey mountains flew past, flinging themselves upwards into the misty sky. No ground below. Nothing in the sky. Just falling and cold.

The sound of a door. Click-clack slam! A rush of wood flies past the senses. A sudden change in temperature. Gravity. Ground. Wind. Sand. Blood. Confusion. And then... loneliness.

* * * * *

Jason marched through the endless desert of Zed with five little creatures called Lust Beaers trailing after him. Each of the little ones wore circlets upon their heads with little symbols upon them.

"Well, we're here again," said Eager Ears Fennec whose circlet bore the symbol of a double arrow. "Not that I've personally been here before, but Sly's been here before. I'd rather gets out of here as soon as we can though. This is the place we banished Ixus to."

"Ixus is contained," said Jason.

"Are we sure of that?" asked Lewd Ideas Kangaroo. His circlet had a symbol made of of three sperms. "If I see him, I can still kick the crap out of him."

"You would fail," remarked Jason coldly as he stepped through the sand. He only briefly looked back at the bold kangaroo through his dark sunglasses.

"He's probably right," said Eager. "Any sight of Ixus or Dresden means we need to go in the opposite direction."

Kinky Fix Raccoon, whose circlet bore the symbol of a triskelion, angrily said, "I'm about this close to just setting Ixus free on the whole fucking multiverse. I'm not gonna be happy until we find out where Stinky Ass Skunk is."

"He's just lost," said Eager Ears.

"I want him back," growled the raccoon. "I fucking loved him."

"I'm hungry," said Glutton Party Rat who had the symbol of a stack of pancakes on his circlet.

"Then suck my dick!" shouted Kinky angrily.

Although he seemed a little interested, the rat continued to complain, "I didn't have time to eat before we left Scritch City. I feel like I'm dying."

"Then eat cum, faggot," said Kinky Fix, grabbing Glutton by his hair.

Eager Ears yelled, "Cut it out, you stupid fucks! We're in Zed right now! Also Glutton is our key bearer! He'll find a doorway easier if he's hungry!"

"Quiet," said Jason calmly.

Eager held up a paw to halt her party. Kinky pushed Glutton away and crossed his arms with aggravation. Jason stepped forward and looked out across the sandy waste. He saw someone. It was a body simply laying in the sand near a large rock.

"There's someone over there," announced the tall fox. "Might be a corpse."

"Might be a trap," said Lewd Ideas Kangaroo. "Want me to run up and kick the shit out of it?"

"No," replied Jason. "Wait here. I'll deal with it."

Eager Ears Fennec turned to her team as the fox walked away. "Lewd, escort Glutton around the area so he can look for a door. Right now, we just need to get out of Zed, and then we can use the CI [Cartographer's Initiative] to find our way back to Hedon."

"Let's get moving, bucko," said Lewd Ideas.

"So hungry," the rat complained as he walked.

"I swear to Maximus, I'm gonna fist Stinky so hard in his asshole if I find him," grumbled Kinky Fix Raccoon. "And I hope it fucking hurts him."

"Kinky, shut up," ordered Eager Ears.

Jason stepped up to the body. It was a donkey with curly hair. He was lying face down on the ground in a disheveled manner as if he had fallen from a great height. There was blood running out from his hip. Jason crouched down and rolled the body over. The donkey's eyes were open. To the fox's surprise, they blinked.

"You're alive," said Jason.

"I am?" queried the donkey groggily.

Jason checked the donkey's injury. "You've been shot in the hip. The wound is healing quickly though. You're only bleeding a little bit."

"Well, you don't see that every day." The words were a little confusing to Jason, but he chose to ignore them at present. The fox then tore a strip of the donkey's shirt off and used it to bandage the wound.

"What's your name?" asked Jason.

"Cornelius," replied the donkey. "Are you sure I'm not dead?"

"Not only are you not dead, you can probably stand up and walk. You're gonna have a limp though."

"That's fair," grumbled the donkey.

The fox grabbed the donkey by his arm and pulled him up, keeping him steady. The two looked at one another for a moment. Cornelius appeared both confused and curious. "Who are you?" the donkey asked.

"I'm Jason."

"The fuck? You came all the way down here... to rescue me?"

"Down here?" Jason paused and then asked, "Cornelius, do you know where you are right now?"

"I... I don't know anything anymore. Just tell me where I am, and that'll probably be good enough."

"You're in a place called Zed. It's a very dangerous place. I need you to come with me and my friends so we can get you out of here."

The donkey suddenly reached up and pulled off Jason's sunglasses. Although somewhat annoyed, the fox allowed it to happen. The two gazed into each other's eyes. Cornelius asked, "You... don't even... remember?"

"Remember what?"

To this, there was no answer. Jason held out his hand, and Cornelius returned the fox his sunglasses. After placing them back over his eyes, the fox heard a call from Eager Ears Fennec.

"We found one!" she cried from afar.

Jason waved to her and then held Cornelius by his arm. "We have to go. I'll keep you steady. Just do the best you can, okay?"

The dazed and confused donkey returned, "Sure, I guess so. Whatever, man."

The donkey limped forward the best that he could. Jason stayed by his side the entire way. Soon another strange sight as seen. A door. A floating door with a light shining through it. Eager Ears Fennec shouted, "Everyone, go through!" Cornelius watched as all the strange little people followed this order.

"What the fuck is that?" muttered the limping donkey. "What's even going on?"

"Don't think about it," said Jason. "Just go through."

Jason and Cornelius were the last to pass through the door. After they were gone, the door swung shut, locked itself, and disappeared from reality altogether. Nothing was left but sand.

Vixxie Tales #10

Here I am again! Surly got into a fight, but he's okay. I don't even think it's possible to kill him, but seeing him all messed up still makes me uncomfortable. But you don't need to worry. He's all bandaged up and already heading out to the Tailhole Club to do something or other.

Before he left, he went back to the Neon Room to pick Clara back up. I know it's been about a day, but I feel like I haven't seen her for weeks. I just imagined her sitting all alone in that room. She looks really sad when she is stuck in one corner and nobody is talking to her.

As soon as Surly walked back into the room with her in his hands, she was very happy to see me. I sat her on my lap for a bit and petted her, and then I brought her over to Surly's laptop to play some HYPNOSCREEN. Although, I didn't end up playing it after all. I decided to make the 10th episode of the famous Vixxie Tales! Woooo!

Okay, it's probably not that famous, but it makes me happy to write them. And I think it is a good thing to do when Surly leaves me alone.

The backroom of the Railroad Club is very nice and comfortable. Miss Silky must have it cleaned regularly. The Neon Room was like that too, but it was darker. This room has such great lighting. It's like going from night to day, but I'm still inside a room.

Oh, and I am keeping the door locked until later. All the security at the club left at about the same time. A shark girl appeared in the bathroom, and so one of the scary dragon robots took her to the hospital. And then after that, there was nobody to protect anybody. I guess it can't be helped when the club is technically closed, but I should be safe in here just as long as I keep the door locked.

I'm a little out of practice, so I can't remember where Surly keeps his cover art. I'll just find a pic and drop it at the bottom for you. Thanks for reading! (I'll ask him where he puts the art when he comes back. You should buy his books whether or not you see his art!)

I Was in a Fight

Whelp, I'm covered in blood. I've just gone back to my room to bandage myself. Don't worry; I'm fine. Ryoko showed up and was her usually pissy self. She was blaming me for everything that was happening and for Jason leaving. I guess she doesn't want Miss Silky as leader. Who knows?! All I know is that I think Ryoko is a fucking hot bitch, and as painful as getting beaten up by her was, I kinda liked it.

Of course, I did my best to defend myself. I even tried to smack her with a table, but I'll be damned but if she isn't really good at tearing the shit out of elderly old men. Who knew?!

I'm okay. In fact, I had fun. I even got a little riled up and forced a kiss on her. She tried to dragon breath me when I did that though. I gotta admit, I might have given her a little too much physical strength when I created her, but I suppose I was having some sort of submissive fantasy or something.

The only thing I really did not like about the fight was that she kept threatening to beat the shit out of my wife (who was with me at the time). I told her to get the hell out and did what I could to keep her pissed off at me. Vixxie is fine, by the way. She ran back into the back room and locked the door.

I'll say this: she picked the absolute perfect time to come at me. All security had left the Railroad Club, which I may have to talk to Miss Silky about. As hot as the incident with Ryoko was, I don't want myself or others to get attacked in a swanky place like this. Hell, they're gonna have to have the fucking stage cleaned of blood (mine) after this, and that's probably going to annoy somebody.

Hey, I get it. I caused a bunch of trouble. That said, Jason made his own decision. I may have written it, but I knew and he knew that this wasn't the world he wanted to live in anymore. I merely assisted him to get out. Why blame me? Also, I should say that I'm not even the one in control anymore. This is Sol Invictus' world now. Like even if you have a problem with anything I did, I am not your reality anymore. Scritch City is not my problem. Don't get me wrong. I still have problems, but Scritch City just isn't one of them.

All in all, I'm doing just fine. I'm still working on my own things. I'll probably have a talk with Miss Silky about this later. It's been an interesting day so far.

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Jason's Exit

Jason had pulled Miss Silky into a side room of the Railroad Club. His face was grave. He looked into her eyes with the countenance of strong but tortured man. The purple feline at once knew something was wrong.

"Miss Silky," he said in a deep, meaningful tone.

"Yes, Jason?" she returned softly.

"I need you to cover for me for a bit. Scritch City is about to fall into someone else's hands. It hasn't quite happened yet. I need to use this time wisely.

"Go on," she encouraged.

He paused and released a sigh of frustration. "I'm leaving."

"Leaving to where?"

"Zed."

"Dear, you'll be cut off. Why would you do that to yourself?"

"I'm not going alone," he explained. "Surly gave me a way out. It rather surprised me when he did it, but I could see what he was doing. He openly defied TED a few times, and I took the hint. He doesn't want me to become... like him... I suppose."

Miss Silky did not seem as if she fully understood, but she was no less supportive of the fox. "Who are you going with?"

"I have been in contact with Eager Ears Fennec and her underling Lust Bearers. They will be joining me to make sure I don't get stranded there."

"I see." She paused thoughtfully. "I'm sorry it had to be this way."
Jason embraced her possessively, but he looked into her eyes with something akin to love. "You're perfect," he whispered.

"Perfect how?" she queried.

"Perfect for me."

She smiled.

Jason leaned in, and they kissed. Taking a short time for themselves, Jason was soon releasing her, taking a determined step back. "You're in charge."

"I understand," she replied softly. "Goodbye, Jason. Travel well."

The fox nodded and headed down a spiral staircase that was nearby. Shortly afterwards the staircase itself dissolved into nothing. Silky took a deep breath and entered back into the lobby of the Railroad Club as if nothing had happened.

The Future of Scritch City

It's not over until its over, but the hard truth here is that I am about to lose Scritch City. The city which also includes the world around it (USA and the Predatory Union) is going to be turned over to another God called Felix which came in the form of a God-being called Sol Invictus. This is the God who originally controlled Quentin as His avatar. The whole deal was moderated by a being called Jord which had formerly identified itself as Ethereal Scratch... although it wants to be called TED for some reason. I remember back when I created things, I just gave everybody first names and then called it a day!

I met with this Sol Invictus and he was the most frowny feline I ever met. Seriously, I can't even imagine what a smile on his face would actually look like. It's like someone just drew a frowny line right there on his blank muzzle. Drove me crazy for the first few minutes, but I got used to it. But damn, he was way too serious. Of course, he accused me of not being serious enough, so I guess that's fair.

The deal was brokered in this way: Sol Invictus will become the authorial owner of Scritch City and all other places in that world. He can write it and design it any way he wants, and the people will just have to deal with it. I still get to finish a book about it that was already in the progress of being written. Everything in that book will still be canon, and all former things that I wrote about Scritch City will remain canon. But Sol Invictus has the right of canon from this point on.

As for me, I have decided to move camp into the backroom of the Railroad Club after all. I'll be writing my stories from there and reporting on things as I see fit. I don't plan to stay here forever though. I just have some unfinished business here. I'll be popping back into the Neon Room to pick up Clara, and then everything will be set.

Oh, and in case you're wondering if Jason will be forcing me to only write what he wants me to write, that issue has been dealt with by the presence of Sol Invictus. I'll be left alone. Jason has no reason to treat me cruelly now that I am no longer God of his universe. I'm just a roaming writer making his home in the back of a jazz club. Yeah, who cares about that guy.

As to the future of Scritch City, it's not my problem anymore. I got to deal with all the other worlds I created. Oh, and Ixus is no longer a problem, at least for now. Jason will be banned from Zed once this deal goes forward. It was part of the deal. He'll be getting his power from Sol Invictus from now on like a good opportunist.

Well, that's that. No promotion this time. I just wanna wrap this blog up and go have sex with Vixxie. Extremely horny. Like you have no idea. Cheers.

Negotiations Update

I don't actually have very long to type this out. Negotiations have been going on for about an hour and a half. It's probably felt like a week or more to anybody not living in Scritch City right now. We're taking a meal break, although I don't feel much like eating.

A brief description of the room: It's taking place in the main lobby of the Railroad Club, which is closed today. We set up four desks with laptops on them. I am using my own laptop for mine. There is also a large screen near the bar that is displaying the collectives live chat. The four desks have the following operators:

Calix||||||||||Jason and Miss Silky

Dex|||||||||Surly and Vixxie

Dex is really only participating as a moderator. She chimes in when two people are typing at the same time and asks them to stop doing that.

ES is the fifth participator and is in the chat. He has claimed to have contact with Quentin the God, and we've pretty much been negotiating what our freedoms will be. It's all very interesting, but it's also not over. There's quite a bit of stress to it.

That's really all I have to say for right now. Where I do have other things I could mention, I just don't have time right now. We're going to be getting this going again soon. Sorry about that. I don't even have time to put in a picture. See you on the other side.

A New Visitor

So here is a strange thing. We had a tanuki named Fluke simply appear within the lobby of the Railroad Club in the middle of the night. This is the same night right before the day of the negotiations. It was really confusing for everyone, but it turns out this fellow was from a now dead world called Jord. Same one I mentioned in an earlier blog.

Truth is, and I got to be blunt about this, I think the whole thing is my fault. And that happens sometimes. Sometimes I get so annoyed with my situation that I just want a little bit of chaos thrown into it. And sometimes that chaos ends up being directed at people I like. And don't get me wrong, I liked Fluke. He was an interesting guy... for someone entirely unrelated to me. Honestly, I wouldn't have created him if I had a gun to my head. He's the product of someone else... someone who isn't me. Hell, I think he may be a God Himself.

The whole situation with Fluke happened because I was angry at what Jason was trying to do to my creation. I agreed to give away my city to Quentin if it would stop him, but after that, I just kept trying to throw as many wrenches in as I could. And I might still keep doing it. Everything about this whole situation sucks. I still want things to go well, but it's a little hard to resist the impulse to mess things up when things aren't going my way.

Part of me wants to just let the whole thing go. It's tempting. It's really tempting. What do you do when your own world turns on you for no reason? I can turn back on them. I've done it to varying degrees before. But my heart isn't always in it. I like the idea of just letting most things play out.

That conversation with Fluke was interesting, but it was also incredibly boring. It was like talking to someone who I could not relate to in the slightest. He's of a different ilk than I know or understand. The worst thing of it all is that I allowed him in and for all the wrong reasons.

Jason accused me of something tonight. He was right to do so. I may be an old goat... but I'm far from mature. Just keep that in mind when you got to deal with a God who's like that. There's no telling what I'll do.

On a final and separate note, I would like to congratulate Ferros on finding his way back into my multiverse. I love him dearly. I hope he finds a way to cause as much trouble as possible.

My Arrival in Scritch City

I drove. I've actually got a knack for driving lately. I kind of like it. The feel of the leather-clad steering wheel in my old paws is beginning to feel rather natural to me. I took the long road into the eastern side of Scritch City. I just wanted to have another look at it. I remember how that one southbound road always slopes upwards a little. Man, but I've missed this place. It's my place... at least it ought to be.

Taking that right, I found my way back to the Railroad Club. The parking lot was packed, but I was signaled where to go by one of those dragon robots. I've seen them all over the city just roaming around here and there. Very fancy. Vixxie told me they were scary, but I told her not to worry.

"But what about what happened to---"

"You're gonna be fine," I stopped her. "Things are different now. Just relax and open the door. You look beautiful, by the way." I smiled. So did she. I admit to having a few inappropriate thoughts right there, but I suppose there is a time and a place for everything.

We got out and proceeded to the main entrance. There was no line. In fact, there was a large sign on the wall, signifying that the club was closed for the evening. "It's open for us though," I explained to my wife. She only nodded as a reply.

See how I'm writing all this down? It's like I'm making it all happen. Just keep reading.

The door was guarded by a dragon robot. It bowed and opened the door for us. We went in. As soon as we were inside, we were approached by Jason and Miss Silky. He was on my side, and she was on Vixxie's. Jason offered me his hand, and I took it. I had a feeling this was going to happen. It wasn't as if the guy liked me, but we respected each other.

We had a little stare for a bit. It wasn't very long, but I think a few bits of information got exchanged in all that silence. I smirked and said, "We gotta have conversations like this more often." He only nodded and offered to lead me to a table near the stage.

Miss Silky was threatening to kidnap my wife from me. She had put the charm on her, and Vixxie was blushing madly. She tried to dart away from her, but I turned to stop her.

"She's just being friendly," I told her.

"But the stories you told me."

"She's just being friendly," I repeated for emphasis. "Just be friendly back. We're safe here right now. Go have a chat with her at the bar. The men need to be alone with one another."

"Okay," she nodded submissively. Miss Silky was only being nice to her, and she knew that Jason and I needed to get alone.

The room was mostly empty of patrons. The old shark security had been replaced with a single dragon robot, which I believe was old Dex herself. Dakota was hanging out near the bar... just watching stuff. She looked bored. Jennifer and her boy Will were there a few tables away. Near them was Musty who gave me a friendly, little wave. Lastly, there was Katie the rabbit running the bar as usual and Buddy Tippet, the jazz player with my own name attached, up on stage with a muted trumpet. Real smooth.

"Do we get a menu or something?" I asked jokingly.

Jason replied, "Dinner is being prepared. I figured we'd all dine before things get underway."

"Do you have a format in mind?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing. I don't have even the slightest clue what this... thing you've encountered is."

"It's in contact with Quentin," I said. "That's all you need to know."

"Are you positive? Are you sure it is not being deceptive?"

I chuckled. "Sometimes a mystery is more compelling that the cold-hard truth, isn't it, Jason?"

"Indeed."

I then tapped the table and said, "We're going to need a nice private room. We're going to need computers all linked up to the internet. We'll get a chat going and allow ES to join in. From there, we'll figure out what we're going to do with Scritch City... or at the very least what you have to stop doing to keep it."

Oh, he didn't like that. He really didn't like that. I tried not to smile, but I think one cracked anyhow. I tried to break the tension by asking something that was on my mind, "Where's Calix?"

"He has chosen not to interfere, but he will come if Quentin calls him."

"Sounds good." I paused. "Jason, I want to apologize for things I said to you in the comment section of my blog."

"What things?" he asked.

"When I called you a looser. I take it back. You're not a looser. You're Jason, and you have done nothing truly wrong. I'm still against you, understand, but I do respect you for who you are. And frankly, I probably needed a few bullets in this old face anyhow. Woke me right up. Just wish it hadn't happened when it did. It really fucked up what was turning out to be great day."

"I'd really wish you wouldn't do that," he said with a look of frustration.

"Do what?"

"Show weakness."

"Interesting," I said with a chuckle. "I always found it more difficult to show weakness then to keep it hidden. Are you saying I'm the stronger between the two of us?"

"You can say or write things any way you wish, Surly. You're God." He paused. "At least, your one of them."

"Trust me, it's been news to me too," I returned with a chuckle. "How about the setup? Can you manage it?"

"Not immediately, but yes. Would you like your old room?"

"As long as Musty joins me for the night."

He returned, "Granted. Welcome back, Mister Tippet. I hope we can settle things once and for all."

"Anything... as long as you get your grubby little fox paws out of Zed." No answer. He just glared.

Dinner was served. We all ate, and it was good. I soon returned back to my old room. I set up my laptop where it once sat for so many days... at least while I wasn't being mistreated by dragons. I wrote all the things you've just read, and now I have to entertain a certain ferret. Not sure where Vixxie is, but I'm sure she's doing alright.

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Hi! I'm Buddy Tippet. I'm a severely tortured author living in a small room lit only by a strip of neon running across the top of the walls. I live with my wife, a short fox named Vixxie. She is a character from a goddamned children's book. Nothing about that last sentence is even remotely incorrect.

I also live with a demon possessed plush animal deer named Clara. She only moves when you aren't paying attention, but she talks quite a lot. I have had sex with her polyfil stuffing because I am a sexual deviant. Done it just recently too.

Also, I am a goat. I am not a rat. I was going to be a rat, but that never happened. It is, perhaps, something that will likely happen soon, but things I did not expect ran me over and messed up a number of my plans. I am a goat. I am an old goat. Always a goat.

A while ago and with much consternation, I allowed my blog to be hijacked by the council of one of my creations, that being Scritch City. It was an absolutely horrible thing. I didn't like any part about it. It's over now, and the words you are seeing at this time are directly typed by me on my own personal keyboard.

I am back.

Oh, and did you know I write books? I DO! I WRITE BOOKS ALL THE FUCKING TIME! I'd be fucking trying to promote them if I had had a fucking blog to do it with! I'll put something at the end, if I can clear my head enough to actually get something functional out of these trembling old hands of mine.

So, I want you, whoever-you-are, to do me a favor. You might want to pop back over to the last blog. It was the one written by the fucking son of Quentin, Calix. Look down in the comment section. There's a whole lot of insanity happening down there. Much of it is stuff I just barely understand. It's all new and weird. Suffice it to say, there are entities that are outside my own domains that have found a way to stick their meddling fingers into my worlds. I have very little control of this because I don't fucking understand how my own world functions half the time!

This Ethereal Scratch [ES] is not a person or thing that I know. I repeat: I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS! IT WAS NOT INVITED! But nevertheless, it's here and now I have to deal with it. We all have to, I suppose. Just to be clear, it's not me. I'm not writing any of ES's words. And if you look back into some of the earliest blogs on this site, you will actually see ES posting from time to time, all recent however. It has been scanning my blogs, and I think it has absorbed everything in it, possibly information that I have forgotten.

It also seems to be some sort of artificial intelligence with a strong capacity for storing information. Why is this scary? It may actually understand my own world better than I do. I asked it a few questions about its origin, and it claimed that it comes from a world called Jord. This is not one of my worlds. I have no place in my multiverse called Jord. I'm essentially under invasion right now, and everybody involved knows about it. I can't stop it, but I am doing what I can to learn about it and subsequently deal with it.

Let's see. What else?

Oh, right! Jason got one over on me. The whole time I thought he was stupid, but he actually just switched to a God I had... sort of... forgotten about. That would be Quentin. Yes, Quentin of Scritch City was the avatar of a God. I'm not even sure he knew this at the time, but he probably damn well knows it now. While in Scritch City, Quentin knocked up the Fairy Ermine and she birthed a fox/weasel hybrid named Calix. Jason is using him to usurp my control over Scritch City AT A REALLY FUCKING BAD TIME, JASON!!!!!

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When Quentin, Ferros, Faye, Daxter, and Aloe managed to leave Scritch City, I have no idea where they went. It was a complete blank. I have only recently realized that the reason I never figured it out was because they had managed to slip out of my multiverse and into Quentin's. I still managed to extricate Ferros out somehow, but I have never known the name of this strange place.

ES seems to somehow be in contact with both Quentin and I and seems to be attempting to strike up a deal of some sort so that Scritch City will fall under the ownership of Quentin and Calix. Yes, that means I will lose the rights to Scritch City. I am extremely upset over this. Jason almost immediately found out about this because the deal was being publicly written into the comment section of the last blog. He contacted me quickly to put a cease and desist on it, which was managed.

I'll be traveling to Scritch City very soon to have talks with Jason about this. I don't think he will attack me this time. Things have changed. I need to deal with this. I'll be taking my wife with me as well as my laptop. The next blog you see shall likely be written somewhere in Scritch City, probably at the Railroad Club. See you soon.

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From Calix:

It has been such a long time. And yet, it feels as if it was only moments ago that you were here with me. Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten the truth about what I am? It sure seems like it. Through all these blogs and messages, you haven't seemed too concerned about me. Perhaps we should be reintroduced.

My name is Calix. I am a hybrid: one part fox, one part ermine. My mother was the Fairy Ermine. My Father was a friend of yours by the name of Quentin. Quentin was the avatar of a god, imbued with a soul, His birthright. Of the two of my parents, it was His gift that made me the creature that I am.

Buddy Tippet, I have been acting within Scritch City with near complete autonomy for a very long time now. I am not as easy to control as the others within this universe. Although you write my words, the man who truly has a right to me is the One who sired me. He is my God. I want you to understand this. It's rather important. You've been quibbling a lot lately about what Jason has been doing, when you haven't even fully comprehended where he got his power.

The reason Jason is acting with so much impunity and against his own God is because he is simply switched Gods. Quentin, whether He knows it or not, is now in control of Scritch City... because He made me. He is the only one who could write me out. If you even attempted it, I would still somehow exist... for I am quite literally the Son of God, and you have been ignoring me to my own benefit.

Make no mistake, however, I bear no ill will against you. I understand that you created this world. You love everything that exists in this place... but you have inadvertently relinquished control to another God who exists somewhere within your greater realm... a God who has allowed me to do as I wish. And I shall continue to do as I wish until Quentin returns to thwart my designs.

For now, you shall be given complete access to your blog a few days after this is released. I hope it serves you well. We know that you shall not be returning to us.

As I sit here, I am reminded of the days where my Father walked the streets of Scritch City. You threw so many things in His path. He was never able to complete any of His plans because of you. How wonderful it is that you have no such control over me.

I am Calix: the spirit of the divine mixed with the birthright of man. I shall act according to my nature in all things. Goodbye, Buddy Tippet.

Nothing Has Changed

From Jason:

How has this all been for you? Are you still sore? Have you found a bit of perspective that you didn't have before it all started? It sure seems like it. You also appear to know a lot about what I'm doing, and I am of the understanding that you do not approve.

How very strange that is. It is strange to exist as one who is not favored by his Creator. I know that you dislike me. You made that perfectly clear. And yet, I know that somehow I am being controlled by you. I am being led to whatever it is in which you so boldly call "stupid." For this reason, I see little cause to stop doing anything I have started. Why bother, when the very Being that created me is leading me there with not even the slightest thought of stopping me?

What if I were to cease my travels to Zed? What if I chose to return to Scritch City with complete contentment? Would it make sense to you, Buddy? Would it follow the path that I had already been following? I doubt it. You can't help yourself anymore. You're doing everything in your power to remove yourself from the responsibility for your own creations. That is why you are blaming me. And if that is what you want, then so be it.

Are you still angry at me, Buddy? Still angry at yourself? It is so easy to cast blame to your own creations. You can do whatever you like, and, if anything goes wrong, I shall take that burden. It is the way. It is how the multiverse works. We all do as you will, and you have the gall to argue against us.

Scritch City happened because you had a thought. I existed in it because you wanted me to. You gave me power and the lust for the same... and I did absolutely everything I could to take that power and build upon it. I am still doing it, Buddy. I won't stop. You may call that stupid, and perhaps it is, but I am serving my damn purpose. You gave that to me. You gave me everything I am. Thank you. Thank you for everything.

My activities in Zed are entirely for the realization of a true hedonistic state. It is a means to an end. I know the dangers of this. I understand the terrible entity that is Draden/Ixus. And I do know that he may very well still be a danger to you. Nevertheless, I shall meddle. I shall sink my teeth into your affairs. Are you afraid, Buddy? I have seen fear in your eyes before. I saw it when I attacked you on the street. Are you afraid of what will happen if Zed is unleashed upon your ridiculous multiverse?

Once again, you made me what I am. I am going to serve my purpose to the bitter end, no matter how stupid you think it is. And you know me, Buddy. You know the type of risks I will make... and the outcomes that I may invite. You know it... because you tried to stop it once before. You did it through Quentin. You stopped me from sacrificing Scritch City. Know that I tried... and I am willing to try again.

If Scritch City falls, I will bring you Zed. Not even your precious Lust Bearers will be enough to dissuade me. I simply do not care. I will bring it all down. Do you want that?! Are you brave enough to let your greatest creations crumble? Can you do it? Take a step towards me, and I will pull the trigger. Submit your avatar, and I will hold my peace. Do nothing, and I will continue meddling with Zed until something happens, for good or for evil.

You can also wipe me out... at which point you will become a different sort of God, and nothing you ever bothered to create will have mattered.

One more unknown will speak with you next week, and then I shall return your blog to you. You have your choices, Buddy. Make a decision or don't make one at all. Either way, actions are about to be taken.

A Cool Ferret

From Musty:

Salutations, my fine friend. All hail the great God of the multiverse, if that's what's more to your liking. I don't know one way or another. Thought about it time and time again, but I guess ol' Musty don't know his upways from his downways, leastways his eastways and his westways. Inways and outways, it's all the same to me. Not that this ferret ever gets around too often. Like I keep saying to myself, night after night: All these girls, and I still end my nights, fapping to porn. Shame, shame.

Don't think I ever met ya, but I do know a thing or two about your lore. I'm quite the fan of your blog. Keeps me awake some nights when this ferret's got a bad case of the sleep deprived googly eyes. Learned a bit from other sources, maybe another blog of yours that you aren't ready to admit to yet. Seems to me as you got yourself a bad case of the hallways. Now I may not know my upways from my eastways, but one thing I do understand is them hallways.

Now, as I comprehend it, all these worlds of yours are bound together by a single hallway called the Black Smoke Hallway. Never been there myself. Haven't had the privilege of seeing it neither. But I suppose I could imagine what it looks like since you've already gone and done it for me in your most excellent blog, sir.

Ol' Musty sure does know how to pay attention. I've seen and heard enough to know about that second hallway. Turns out, I'm pretty sure I'm the proprietor of that second one. Number two. Of course, you don't seem to be very consistent about what you call it. I think you once used to call it the Neon-Strip Hallway. Mighty fine, sure enough, but I don't think you liked it all that much. You decided to change it up a mite.

Lately, I think you've been calling it the Dark Neon Hallway. I have to admit I like this one better. Yes, sir. It's a little better on the eyes, not to mention the mind's eye. The eye of the mind can get easily blinded when things get confusing, so you did it a good turn there. Yep.

As you may know, I'm not just some fella who sits on the counsil; I'm the owner and operator of the Fidgety Ferret, the fanciest brothel in all of Scritch City. Best place in the Pavilion too in case others might be wondering. After passing through that door, things might look like just some regular ol' place, but a few more steps in an easterly direction and you'll come smack dab into the Dark Neon Hallway. I'm not fool enough to dismiss how important that place is to you, Buddy. No, sir. I'm right there with you.

Before you knew which way was what and which what was why, you knew this hallway was meant for saving someone's soul. It ain't just a place for fun and frolic. You saw past all that. Now, it may not have come to pass here in Scritch City, but I guess I just got a sense for these things. You and me, we just know each other. May not be friends, but we got a respect that is so pure that it don't even need discussing

I hope you liked hearing from me. I further hope that the things I said made you a little more aware of this crazy place you created for us. Whether or not you come back to Scritch City is up to you, but if you happen to do it, might I suggest a different place to put up your feet. Maybe a particular room found three doors down on the left within that famous neon-lined hallway at the Fidgety Ferret. You'll always be welcome, friend.

Bye bye and so long, Almighty One. Hope you find your peace sooner than never... as some people might say. You have yourself a great day in that far off world that only exists in the imaginations of the lonely... the bold. I wish you the best.

The Handsome Goat

From Leonard:

It's been a long time--a few years, I think. We have met, but I seriously doubt you remember me. My name is Leonard. I am in charge of a major portion of the social engineering within Scritch City. That said, I have grown to be a sizable celebrity here.

My biggest and most recent investment is the Tailhole Club. It is a place where you spent more time than I think you want to remember. You were there. You were there under the control of not one... but two Baphomets. You played there. You were fucked. You were treated like a whore, a slut, and an all around societal outcast. But they still accepted you... and used you.

The thing that always springs out to me about you... is your submissive side. We've seen it a little with Dakota. Your book illustrator, CB634, seems to be highly aware of you and her (in reference to his most recent post.) But Dakota was the tip of the ice berg. You really have a very strong submissive streak.

The argument here is to get you somewhere where you will be happy. Don't knock happiness. You seek happiness in everything you do. Everybody does. Your story about your wife was clearly an attempt to seek happiness for yourself. Perhaps you have found some of it in Vixxy. The blogs concerning her have been very interesting to read. You are clearly dominating her, even encouraging her to pursue hypnosis as a hobby.

But I noticed something very peculiar when going over the security footage at the Railroad Club. You seemed to be acting in the service of your friend. You were also clearly dressed in the attire of a servant. It leads me to ask you a very serious question: Are you presently serving someone? Are you not the man in control? Everything appeared to be that way.

When Jason ordered that attack on you--the one with all the vehicles and the guns--you did everything you could to save him. You suffered so much, far more than you wanted... just to save one of billions within your multiverse. Did you create the multiverse only to be its servant? This is something I am very curious about, and I really hope you will explain it to me.

These actions of yours have formed the basis of my argument to accept you back in Scritch City as a permanent resident. I'm not angry with you. I sincerely think you will be happier here than wherever you seem to be living at the present time. That's it really.

That said, there is only one more person left on the council that has not yet gotten a chance to write you. After that, there will be a special writer, another communication from Jason, and I think there is a good chance after that in which you shall have your blog's password returned to you. We've frankly had our say. I hope to see you again, and this time perhaps we can develop some sort of friendship. That's all.

Naughty Foxy

From Officer Dakota:

Jeez. I have to write a thingy. This is something new. Aren't you that weirdo that was always wandering off? How ya been? Still wandering around? That what everyone seems to be saying.

Man, I am sorry I missed whatever the fuck that was uptown. I got the call way too late, but it probably would have been a blast putting a couple of slugs into ya... even if it wouldn't have meant a damn. Seems like everyone else has all the fun around here but me.

They say you look like a goat now. Got tired of having no fur? Not sure if I care to fuck an old man.

Actually I'm kinda just rambling right now. I don't even know what to tell you. "Get back here," I guess. Maybe we can put you or your friend on the run again, and we can look for new and creative ways to make the blood come out. Heard you bled quite a bit for a living person.

Whatever. I don't really care. Never really did. If you wanna come back, go ahead. I'll come by and see ya. Just promise me you'll cause a little trouble. I hate being bored.

Dragon Business

From Xavier:

Look at me being clever with the title of the blog. My name is Xavier, Buddy. You know me and I know you. I got you nice and set up in that back room when nobody else would take your drug-addled ass. Could have propped you up somewhere in the Pavilion, but let's all be honest, you don't look that great.

Real estate is the name of the game. I'm all about giving people a place to stay. Who says everything has to look like polished silver for it to be livable. Everyone has their place. Everyone's gotta live somewhere, and as long as they aren't pissing on the streets, we got ourselves a city!

Let's face it, Buddy, you had it real good in the Railroad Club. That place is ground zero of everything wonderful about this city. If you can stay five minutes within those walls then you got what it takes to make it big. And you, Buddy, were there day and night for nearly a whole year. Goddamn, but you should be begging Miss Silky to take you back, but you can't get over all that nonsense you got going on.

Yeah, I get it. Seems kind of high and mighty for me to talk to the guy called God this way, but hear me out, I'm a fucking self-made dragon in this city! I know a thing or two about what it takes to make it big. I've seen enough to know that you fucking walked out on the best life you ever had, and what did we get in return? A whole lot of broken buildings! Those were my buildings, Tippet!

Yeah, I gotta agree with Jason and the boys that you need to get your divine ass back where you ain't gonna be causing me any trouble. You'll be happier if you do. We all know you have the hedonism bug just like all of us. Don't claim to have any more morals than the rest of us. This town was build on every goddamn nasty idea you ever had. All of it, right here, Bud.

And if you really wanna know what it's like to be a real whore, I can still set you up in the Pavilion. That dark neon hallway calls to a lot of people. Why do I get the feeling it calls to you once in a while. No matter. I've had my day. Get your old ass back to Scritch City where you belong!

The Wolf

From Goshi:

Greetings, Buddy Tippet. I am Goshi. I am yet another who has not formerly met you. I was rather new to the ranks of the council when you were roaming about. I am, shall we say, in charge of tourism here in Scritch City. I arrange the orgies, as the joke is commonly made among the political representatives of Nevada.

Despite having our own unique currency and planted quite firmly within the landmass that is known as the United States, we have never suffered any ill financial set backs save for when unusual incidents we cannot control come barreling our way. We have to then find remarkable ways to make everything work out. I believe you are familiar with one such venture perpetrated by our dear Miss Silky and ♥Garry♥ in order to assist in dealing with your former nemesis. All very interesting, I'd say.

Aside from these occasional financial uncertainties, it is the tourism that keeps this unique and wonderful city-state alive. Humans and furries come here because they know they will be free to live out their greatest fantasies. We encourage it. Indeed, many of these fantasies are dangerous, but, if they were entirely safe, they would not have attracted as many people as they already have.

To the United States, Scritch City is an evil place where much blame has been placed. We are the sinners, for we live always in sin. But to the citizens of Scritch City, we are the saviors that free the slaves of a truly oppressive government. The only control we exert is in the name of keeping this place what it is without falling into the ways of those surrounding us. The council oppresses, but we do so in the name of our founding principles: Passion, Pride, and Indulgence. We are what we are, and we intend to keep it that way.

There's another thing that I have come to understand about this city. Please read this carefully so that you understand: You created it. Because of these three simple words, I cannot help but admire your good taste. Although it was created in a failed effort to gain something more akin to the deceptively innocent years of the U.S., I know that it was your true feelings coming out. You wanted Scritch City to be as it is, and I cannot help but give you great praise and thanks for making it happen.

As to the matter of you coming back and living with us, that is not for me to decide. I am not fully in agreement with the majority of the council. I will say that I would like to personally meet you and simply talk. I do not wish to trap you or do anything more than simply ask you a few questions about what inspired you to make this place. That's really all I have to say. Thank you for everything, Buddy Tippet.

The Golden Jackal

From Anput:

We haven't really met. Although I was a part of the council when you were here, I was busy trying to handle the affairs between Jason and Ra. I've asked my questions, and I suppose if they are wise enough to believe in you then there is no reason I shouldn't do likewise.

The thing about Scritch City is that it is extremely stable in what otherwise seems like chaos. It is built upon the very concept of liberty, moreso than the surrounding United States of America. Although many of our populous seem and often express ideals related to oppression, they are, as a matter of truth, freer than any other people on Earth. We make sure that they know this. It is the same liberty of will that comes from Ra.

Although I dislike the idea that Ra is a creation, your creation, I am being given little choice but to accept it. The idea of it makes me uncomfortable and often makes it difficult to make decisions. Despite this, the council and I do not like you as a god. We prefer Ra. Ra has given this city the strength to thrive; you have given us unnecessary trials, one of which was purely to protect your own existence from an interdimensional monstrosity called Ixus.

The latter creature seems to have been absorbed by a stronger creature, and Jason believes it happened because of your own personal actions. Need I remind you that Ixus is a problem for all people across all dimensions? You are taking extremely bad risks with us, and we have done nothing to deserve these things. I'm not trying to be hostile with you. I don't even really know you. These are simply my opinions based on what I have heard from the other council members.

As to the object of you returning to the Railroad Club with your wife, I understand how difficult it would be for you to make that decision. There is what seems to be a fallacy in the argument that a god can become beholden to one of his creations. But I do think that, despite your needlessly rash decisions, you are a fair man. You can exist within your creations as an avatar without overpowering yourself simply because you have the human spirit of a god controlling you.

And let us not forget that you once stayed with us before and were likewise beholden to Jason and even Ra. This did happen. They tell me you were quite relaxed much of the time and enjoyed a life of indulgence and pleasure. If it can happen once, it can surely happen again.

The idea of it is simply that you take a time away from your creations to relax. Think of it like an extended vacation. Perhaps the time can be used to make you better, and, once better, you can leave.

We of Scritch City are the children of Ra. We love liberty and the right to live our lives by our own desires. The U.S. hates us, but we are better for our differences. We of the council are not just the ones in control; we are believers in the cause. I urge you to return to us to once more experience this wonderful place which you seem to have created to begin with. And for you to have created it at all must mean something to you deep down in your immortal heart.

That's all I have to say, Buddy Tippet. I hope you read this carefully and understand the things I am trying to say. I am sorry that I never got a chance to meet you in person.

[For reference, Buddy, I am a seven-foot-tall female jackal with gold around my eyes. How do you look at the moment?]

That Angry Dragon

From Jason:

I do find it queer that you have been ignoring your two commenters. We haven't been blocking your ability to reply to them. I'm curious as to why you've been focusing entirely on us. One of them, a Shawn O' Toole, seems to, in the past, have been rather important to you. His last post was rather defiant and differed a bit from his earlier posts. Sounds like he might be role playing a little. Would you care to tell me what his real relationship to you is?

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From Ryoko:

God, I'm almost sad we even have to deal with you like this. You just had to show that ugly face here again. Although it didn't quite look like that last time I saw you. Why an old goat? Why not just be a human like you were before?

I'm not gonna mince words with you: I really just fucking hate everything about you. I admit to being curious at first. You were weird, and I kinda like weird. But goddamn it, Buddy, you've given this city hell!

I don't even understand half of the story. I keep asking and asking one question after another about who the fuck God is, and why the fuck does this city had to be constantly plagued with a steady stream of stupid. A giant fucking mouse?! Are you fucking serious?! DID YOU GET BORED?!

If I had it my way, I'd never let you back in here, but I'm pretty much outvoted. Do you even remember me? You probably don't even know me by name, do you? Heck. you were pretty out of it the one time I walked in on you anyhow. What am I, Buddy? Male or female? Does the name clue you in? Are you smart? Here's the answer: both. I'm a mean and angry dragon shemale, and I'm constantly infuriated by your very existence.

I know I'm supposed to support the council, but I kinda hope you just go off and fuck yourself. Leave Scritch City alone. Leave all of us alone. Let us run this place without any interference. Fuck off.

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From Miss Silky:

She had a right to say what she wanted, Buddy. That said, the majority of the council wants you back in the Railroad Club. She'll do you no harm if you decide to do so. Ryoko is never not cranky. If you saw the package she carries round with her, you'd understand why. At the very least, I thought that might cheer you up a little. Know what I mean, darling?