Demi

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.