I'm Back!

Hey, guys! Remember me?! It's Buddy! Buddy the rat! I'm back inside the back room of the Railroad Club. I need to clarify some things that have happened.

1. Vixxie doesn't exist anymore. She honestly did some things that pissed me off, but she might have had some fair reasoning behind it. Either way, she's gone. Don't expect to hear anymore about her. I'm closing the book on the girl. I'm now unmarried and happy to be so.

2. I have a girlfriend named Camilla. She's a bat, and I love her more than anything. You'll probably be seeing a lot of her around town, but just keep in mind who she belongs to. Like... I am not saying you can't fuck her, just don't try and hurt her. I'm very defensive of my girl.

3. On the topic of Miss Silky, I'm kind of through with her... and I do not care if she reads this. In fact, I am going to give her some much needed advice: You better learn real fast how to be a good and submissive girl. Don't tell me you can't do it. You did it for Jason for years. Time for those days to return.

4. Scritch City belongs to the bats now. I wanted it that way, and I'll be damned if anyone takes it away from me. If you want to make me happy, go give all your prayers to Camazotz. I'm endorsing him.

Camazotz, if you read this, I want to meet you and have a chat.

5. The Fidgety Ferret reopened! Go and fuck a whore!

That's it! Before I go, just listen... Scritch City is all hedonism. It's what makes it so great. Yes, it can be very dangerous, but that's a small price to pay for all the fun and pleasurable benefits we get from it. Support your damn city! Go out and find something fun to do! There are plenty of jobs out there that pay well. All we ask is that you don't hold so tightly to your dignity.

Oh, wait. Camilla wants to type something:

"Hi! I'm Camilla. I don't have anything specific to say. I just wanted everyone to know I was here and real. Oh, also, I have a fabric company that makes pillows and things with half-phrases on them. It's called "Half-Life Productions," and I promise that none of it is radioactive. You can find the storefront at the Pavilion in North Scritch City. Bye!"

Vixxie Tales #20

No matter how bad things get, I still live in awe of how shocking this world can be. I look at it and say, "I've seen it all before. Who cares? It'll never change." But then I end up the fool for believing that for only a moment. I think I really am just a stupid fox. Buddy created me, he abused me, and still I can't see the entire picture for what it is.

I know I haven't been writing these blogs. I didn't feel like it. In fact, I wasn't going to write anymore at all. I was considering getting someone else to do it, but I didn't care enough for even that. I've been laying in bed all day, just being incredibly angry at Buddy for what he's putting me through. I even made a rather pitiful attempt to have him killed in his own book, but he just has too many supporters for something like that to be accomplished. I'm on a short leash, and I know it.

My plans haven't changed, though. I'm still giving myself to Camazotz. Miss Silky is facilitating this while she goes on whatever egotistical rampage she feels is necessary to make herself feel pretty. And yes, I do not care if you're reading this, you purple bitch. I do not care. Why should I? I know what you are, and so I'll say it. What are you even going to do to me at this point? I'm giving you what you want, so just take the criticism and move on.

I'm a dying fox with the power of God to spread around, and I expect a certain amount of license and perhaps rudeness while I am doing these final acts. Miss Silky is a conceited bitch, and I won't take that back. To be fair... Camazotz is pretty rotten too... but I can't help but be attracted to him. It's not really my fault. I've entirely given myself over to him to be abused, but I'll still call him out for what he is. Camazotz is a conceited jerk. If that upsets him to hear, he can show up and deal with it.

One more thing. I met someone recently. His name is Rex. He is a beaver, and he is also my son. I think he is being hunted right now, and I want to make this very clear: none of you will touch him. If any of you dare, I will find a way to ruin all of you. Give this one fucking thing to me. Rex belongs to me. That's a goddamn holy order from the woman who is giving you everything you desire.

That's it. I don't know if I want to write any more of these blogs. Leave me alone unless you have business with me. Camazotz, you may come in as you please.