Apparently I'm Trapped

What started as a visit to a luxury apartment complex with my tiger friend has turned into an outright trap. First of all, I didn't know it was an apartment complex. I thought it was like a fancy hotel. It isn't. People live here. And when you show up for just one night, you end up living here too. What the actual fuck...

I'm up on floor 81 in apartment 65. Next door neighbors are noisy. Banjo music. Things hitting the wall. Other neighbors keep whispering at me trying to convince me to come over. I'm not doin' it. I'm just gonna sit right here in my bed and type out this blog. Going out is always a mistake. Always a mistake.

Seriously, I think I am losing my mind. I went down to the first floor. It took the elevator something like 20 minutes which made no sense. I have no idea why it took that long, but the weirdest thing came after it finally slowed down to a stop. I thought the doors were going to open, but they didn't. Instead, there was a ding! sound and a recorded female voice spoke over a set of speakers. She said, "The management of Railroad Towers apologizes for the inconvenience. Floor #1 was neither modeled nor rendered. Have a pleasant day." And then the elevator took me back to my home floor.

Neither modeled nor rendered?! What in the fuck does that even mean? How can a floor not even exist? Also haven't I heard that excuse somewhere before? I can't remember. All I know is that I am stuck in Railroad Towers. I can't get out. And I keep thinking... Am I even alive anymore? Is this Hell? Is Hell a place called Railroad Towers?

Someone just knocked on my door. I didn't answer. I don't want to talk to anyone anymore. In fact... Let me just turn out my lights. I might just crawl under my bed too. One moment.

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I'm in complete darkness. I'm under my bed. My door is locked and I am all alone. Seriously, I'm scared. I just wanted to write dirty books and make a career out of it. Why does it have to be so difficult? Why am I here? ... What was that? Uh. Sorry, for a moment I thought I heard something. Sounded like breathing...

Anyways... While I am here on this blog, I wanted to let my readers know that I have finished a new novel called "Vox Deus," but I haven't been able to get the cover illustrated. The artist, someone known as Mad Rabbit, has been indisposed as of late. I expect him to return to me in early 2019. Did something just touch my foot?

I am also finishing up a novel called "b.t." which is my short story collection. I am going to be making that cover myself so expect that to be published first. I think you will all like this one. It's got a good perverted variety of the things I am fond of.

Weird. Why do I feel like the floor is tilting? Oh, and don't forget "Pack Rats of The Inside." That book is still available and has been selling decently. Glad you all like it. Here is the usual information:

$9.99 - Paperback Edition
$5.99 - Kindle Edition

Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.

Check out the trailer. I composed the soundtrack for it myself:

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The Awkward Gully

I'm still trying to figure out the strange frequency situation happening in Railroad Towers. I think I am onto something, but... it's just really difficult to pin down when it happening to multiple versions of me within basically the same space... or building. I'm not a scientist or anything, so I am doing my best.

Yes, I am still meandering about Railroad Towers. I really do love this place. I met someone interesting while walking out of the Church of Starry Wisdom (the Fairy Ermine's place). He was a weasel by the name of Gully. A severely creepy individual that took a liking to me. I am shamed to say that I was trying to get away from him, but I think he is just awkward and harmless.

I figured an interview was in order since he seemed to have some credentials to his name. He had a strange pass that he showed me called an "August Pass" which gave him certain privileges within RT. He wouldn't tell me what, but I convinced him to explain it away during an interview which I shall now present to you LIVE as I type it out. (Written in past tense because why not.)

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"Hello, Gully," I greeted. "Welcome to my quaint little apartment where I do most of my blogging."

"Eheh," he chuckled. "It's nice." Gully has a very understated voice. It's low and airy like his mind is half in a smoke cloud. Sorry, that's the best I can explain it. It is a shame I don't have a way for you to actually hear it.

"Gully," I continued, "tell me about your August Pass privileges."

"Yeah," he replied softly. "I get to go places and do things."

"What sort of places?" I pushed further.

"Another world. It doesn't have anything to do with RT."

"Railroad Towers?"

"Okay," he said with little emotion.

"What do you do in this... 'other world?'"

He began to breath kind of funny as he grinned. "I like to... do things to people. Like... tie them up. Touch them. Touch them in weird ways. Put different things into them and see what it looks like... or smells like."

"Consensual?" I asked just to be sure.

"Heh. Well, eh... I guess sometimes. Some animals don't mind the things I do to them. Sometimes they will let me do it for days. I can suspend them from the ceiling with a dropping pan under them. And just play with them for a long time."

"That kinda sounds a little gross," I said. He only shrugged. I continued, "Why were you so interested in me? Was it because of my blog?"

"I like your blog," he replied.

"What do youa;fs

"I'm not really a nice guy. Nobody ever really liked me. But I'm fine with me. You'll be fine with me too. You don't really have a choice. I'll be taking you with me to my room and you'll be staying with me for the next month. I like you a lot.

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"I'll try and keep your blog going if you like. I'm sorry for making you go stiff like that. I have a little trouble asking people if they want to consent. Just relax and I'll take care of you for a while. Ever had someone touch your eyeball? I like doing that."

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"It's hard to type. I know. Just relax. Let Gully do things to you. I'll deal with your toilet issues. Don't worry. I like doing it. I like nasty things. Heh. You're so sexy.

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"It's okay. It's okay. Heheh. I like you. And maybe, you'll learn to like me. It's okay if you don't though. Nobody else does. Come on. I'll help you walk."

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I'll make sure they know about your book. Don't worry. Here is some information about "Pack Rats of The Inside."

$9.99 - Paperback Edition
$5.99 - Kindle Edition

Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.

Another Ferros Blog in Whatever Frequency this Computer is In

This is Ferros, your local neighborhood mad scientist ferret again. I still have the owner of this laptop prisoner. He's lost a few limbs since we last talked. Gained about six. He's still alive though. The more I poke and prod him, the more I realize that his very being has somehow been shattered between frequencies of the same universe within Railroad Towers. And this laptop seems to be a part of the whole joke. ... COOL!

Anyways, I somehow managed to drive my blog back into the same frequency as last time in order to get another post in. So hi. It's me. The same cute and cuddly rape and murderer that you love so dearly.

So I've been noodling around (a ferret term) with concepts of mitosis lately. To explain, that's when you cause two subjects to split apart into exact copies of themselves. This is usually something single cells do, but with the right touch, you can get all the cells in a body to do it at once. It's really supposed to be hilarious because then you can get them to fuck each other and laugh as they cry and whine that it's so humiliating! HAHAHA!

Well, anyways... That was the idea. That was the great idea I had that didn't work out. In fact... It was pretty much the worst day I had.

"Can I type something now?"

Ugh. No just wait a second.

"Aw."

Okay, so basically an accident happened. There was an explosion and some unknown cosmic particles floated onto my tail while I was doing the whole duck and cover. ZAP! It felt like my tail was coming right off of me!

"Can I now?!"

NO! Let me finish explaining!

"Aw."

So, in case you all are wondering, I did not lose my tail. That's just what it felt like. My tail actually split off of my body into a whole new ferret. She only had memories of being my tail and, for some stupid reason, thought that being my tail was totally awesome.

"Aw. It was! Let me type now!"

Will you just let me introduce you!!!!!

"Aw."

Anyways, she claimed her name was Sorref. And she is female. Yes. That means my tail was female for some reason. REALLY embarrassing. I'm only confessing it in the name of scientific documentation. My boss hated her name and ended up calling her Fae, and she accepted it. So her name is totally Fae now.

"Pleeeeaaasseeeeee!"

Fine! Just don't fucking embarrass me further!

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Okay, this is Fae, formerly Sorref. Hi. I'm Ferros' tail! He's like my brother or something, but in reality, I was just that thing right above his ass. OH MY GOD! TYPING IS SO MUCH FUN! I never could type before because I was just a tail. And tails don't have hands... NORMALLY.

Oh, I just discovered the return key. COOL! PARAGRAPHS! There are so many sciency things that goes on here. I actually do understand all of it. Me and Ferros have the same intelligence. I'm just a bit more free-spirited than he is. He gets glum when bad things happen, but I'm more like... ADVENTURE!

Also there is one other thing that we both share. A sex drive. When our boss found out about me, he went right to work fucking me right into the floor. It was pretty intense but then I realized I was hearing Ferros moan like a girl in the next room. Our sex drives are psychically linked! You should have heard him squealing like a femboy in there! HAHAHA! NO! I'm not done typing!!!!

Gah! So haRd to tyPe While RunninNG with LAptop! BUT I'M DOING IT! HAHAHAHA NO!

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Okay, so this is Ferros again. That's the last time I ever let her mess with this blog. God! She's annoying. I'd have her killed, but the boss actually thinks its funny that our sex drives are linked. I think I might be able to break the link given enough time, but for now, its just one humiliation after another.

Anyways, I'm gonna keep bumping the former laptop owner's book and trailer for "Pack Rats of The Inside." I've been stealing all of his profits for my experiments! Check it out!

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For Glory

I got lost. It's amazing. I've been in Railroad Towers for months now, and I don't think I am ever getting out. Also I am not sure but I am beginning to feel that I am living more than one life here. It's hard to explain. Are there other versions of me that are wandering around this place in say... other dimensions? Are they all me? Why do I feel so ashamed?

Maybe it's all in my head. I mean... I am a bit depressed right now. All I wanted to do was get back to my apartment. My nice... clean... apartment.

One second... gotta take care of something.

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Okay, back. So... I got a bit tired of trying to find where I live. This building is like a 3D maze. Sometimes it's just too hard to make sense of it all. And you always feel like you're going somewhere... but... sometimes where you are going is not where you think.

Hold on. I'll be right back.

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Ugh. Back. So... back to my story: I was trying to find my way back to the apartment and it just wasn't going anywhere. I soon realize that I had to pee.

Oh! For crying out loud! Be right back!

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Bleh! Ugh! Fucking Christ! Okay so, I had to pee. And so I stopped looking for my apartment and went looking for a public restroom. Well I found one, but the entrance was surrounded by a bunch of big burly, greasy looking bears, elephants, horses... That sort of group. I squeezed by and...jslajlkfafklj BRB!

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BACK! I can't even fucking tell this story! So I went into a stall to take a fucking piss! And I peed, man! I peed so hard! I really had to go. I sprayed that toilet like it was a fucking fire. AND I'LL FUCKING BE RIGHT BACK!

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SO! I tried to leave the stall, and guess what happened! It was a fucking brick wall! It's still a brick wall! And then I noticed something else. There was a hole in the side wall right next to the toilet paper. And guess what keeps sticking through that hole!!! You guessed it! Big, burly penises that I have to suck!

If I don't do it within like 5 seconds, they start pissing on me! There's no fucking way out! Oh, god! That one won't even fit in my mouth! Give me a moment!

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If any of you read this, just try and find me and send help. I've been guzzling sperm for like the last three hours. I'm burping out cum bubbles! Holy shit! I don't know how much more I can take! HELP!!! Gah! Another one! Here's some information about my book! Lemme type it out before... Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!

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"Pack Rats of The Inside" is a book.

$9.99 - Paperback Edition
$5.99 - Kindle Edition

Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.

Here's a trailer. *Drip... drip...*

The Magical Fairy Ermine is Here!

Oh! How happy I am! I happened upon a church that opened within a section of Railroad Towers called The Pavilion. This was the church to the living deity known as the Fairy Ermine. Yes, she is a real fairy, and there is no one quite as pretty as she.

Her followers all join within the great hall that centers The Pavilion. She walks out and we all strive so hard to get a glimpse of her. Her fur is so white and her eyes so black. The contrast is exhilarating. We all felt it. We all knew it. The energy of her very presence drove through us like a rushing wave.

She did not say very much. Really, all she did was thank us for coming to see her. But even so few words were enough to give thanks that someone like her could even exist. I am really having trouble explaining the truth of it in this blog. Please forgive me. Even my hands are shaking.

I just can't stop thinking about her. They were handing out pictures of her at The Pavilion. They were charging people $400 for each one, and... that's a lot of money. But... I just... HAD to. I had to get one of the photos. So, I spent the money, had it framed, and all I ever do is just... stare into those pretty eyes of her. Oh, how lovely she is!

A few others who met with me at the church have been coming by to my apartment. We get a bit turned on as we look at the picture. We've started getting together and masturbating together while we stare into her glorious black eyes. We aren't really gay or anything, but something about that image makes us feel like... we belong together. We all are doing it for her. She's so wonderful.

Me and a friend will be doing a bit of buttfucking while we look at the picture in a while. Later on, we're going to try and get back to the church so we can see her for real again. Maybe buy another picture! I just want my apartment surrounded in them. Oh, I would love that. She's so pretty. Oh! I love her so much! I wonder if she loves me.

Anyways, before I get started on any of that, let me inform you about the book I recently published. It's called Pack Rats of The Inside. There is some information and a trailer below. Blessed be the Fairy Ermine!

$9.99 - Paperback Edition
$5.99 - Kindle Edition

Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.

Need Some Time To Reflect...

(Back next week...)

The Tiny but Proud Cashew

I am once again blogging from within Railroad Towers. I met a very interesting fellow by the name of Cashew. He is a seven inch tall squirrel with a very convincing argument to make. I thought it would only be fair to let him speak for a moment.

"Shut up," says Cashew. "Let me have the keyboard."

As you wish!

"Hello, I am Cashew. I'm a little squirrel in a big world that is out to get me. But fuck that. I've had enough. Yes, I know all you predators out there think its hilarious for someone like me too be ripped apart and eaten. Or even worse... used as a cock-sleeve.

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"Dude, your computer just corrected me on the word cock-sleeve to have a hyphen in the middle. I'm serious. It just did it. That's so weird. Anyways, I am getting off topic!

"I am so sick and tired of always being the 'little guy' in the world! Fuck all you big assholes trying to keep little guys like me down. I'm not going to let you bully me. Even this guy thinks he is better than me. Don't you?"

"No. No," he says.

"Well, fuck you. Get down on your fucking belly and apologize to me for all the trouble you caused little squirrels like me."

"What? Really?"

"DO IT! Good boy. Now say it."

"I'm sorry for causing little squirrels so much trouble."

I smile. "Yes. And you owe me everything. You owe me this laptop. I'll keep it and write about how much of a little bitch you are now. You owe little guys like me so much. You may not have personally gone after us before, but just being big makes you just as privileged. From now on, you are going to suck my squirrelly dick, and I am gonna fuck your big ass. You are gonna take it like the bitch that you are. Fuck you and your tall privilege."

"I'm sorry," he says.

"Stay on the fucking floor where you belong! I'm not going to be your bitch anymore! I'm the master now! Serve me like you fucking should, whore! Soon, the tiny people will rule the world! But before that, yer just gonna suck my dick a lot."

"I'll do anything for you, little master. I'm so sorry your kind has been oppressed."

"You're a bitch."

"I'm a bitch."

"Now suck my tiny cock like it was the best thing ever."

Oh, and while this idiot is sucking my dick, go ahead and check out his book, Pack Rats of The Inside. It's actually not that bad. Here is some information and a trailer:

$9.99 - Paperback Edition
$5.99 - Kindle Edition

Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.