♥ It's Been Fun ♥ [Railroad Towers has been published!]

Greetings from the smallest universe in existence. One room. Two persons. Pleasure. Nothing but love and pleasure. Vixxie and I have been taking a long vacation. We've also been fucking. We've been fucking a lot. I've had more fun in the last few days than I've had my whole life.

Vixxie is doing well through all this. We've had little to nothing to eat, but we haven't been hungry. Little to nothing to drink, but we haven't been thirsty. The rules of this universe are born more of a fairy mindset. With a little effort I can produce a dinner and drink for us, an occasional bottle of wine. It takes work, but it's still possible.

Much of the talk is sexual in nature. She let's me go on and on about some of my fetishes. I was reading a few chapters from "Pack Rats of the Inside." She was curious about the bad ends. This is the idea that someone can reach a bad conclusion to their lives, yet they seem to perpetuate in some sort of sexual manner. The idea made her shiver, yet I could sense she got horny from it too.

I told her about my fascination with anal sex. She liked the idea because it felt strange and unnatural. She likes it when I dominate her. Our sex is becoming kinkier and kinkier. We're trying different things. It's all very mutual and fun.

While we rest, I like to work on my books. I managed to finish one. My connection to your world, such as it is, is still intact. I was able to make contact with an editor, and he has assisted me greatly in making a supreme version of my newest book called "Railroad Towers." The book is now published, and it shall be my pleasure to present it to you.

My life, as it is right now, could not have happened if it had not been for the spell executed by this book. Vixxie and I are one. We are fucking like horny animals. We can't get enough of each other. If you read this book, you shall only be helping the cause. It is not my finest work, but it was something that needed to exist. I shall endeavor to bring you more information in time.

One last thing: I wish to extend an apology to to one Jason of whom I have known for quite some time now. I abandoned him on impulse. I did promise him that we would travel together after leaving Railroad Towers, but I left him behind for purely selfish reasons. I do somewhat regret the action, and I hope that we will meet again someday. I am very sorry I did that to you, Jason. Best wishes as you proceed into Zed. I'll be watching you closely in my own way.

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A PLACE FORSAKEN BY GOD

Flint Mercer is a white fox who thinks he is only moving into a new apartment with his mother. However, he is about to step into an entirely different universe. Railroad Towers is more than a building; it is an entire world contained within a single structure, and as Flint is about to find out, it has a long and obscured past behind it.

As Flint attempts to take control, the very same building he lives in will begin to fight back. Monsters, false gods, and beings that want to see him subjugated will do all they can to ruin him. But through it all, a being far higher than him watches over. As it turns out... that being is me.

The Smallest World

The Smallest World.

The Littlest Kingdom.

The Tiniest Speck of Reality.

What do you call a world that is the size of a room? Not even a house. A room. I'm trying to figure out what this place is. For one, I know I'm no longer in Railroad Towers. I've left it. It's gone. All that's left is just a room, and I'm in it.

It's hard to figure how this works. And I sometimes wonder how far my imagination can take this. I was pressing my hands to the walls earlier. There was a slight vibration to it. I put my ear to it. I heard a hum. There is neon lighting in this room, and that may explain the hum, but the vibrations are more difficult to explain. I'm not sure I can.

The room is not a cube. From the door to the wall opposite the door, I counted exactly ten steps. From the left wall to the opposite of the left wall, I counted fifteen, which included one single stair-step that occurs at the tenth step. That would be a raised platform where a king-sized bed is located.

The walls and floor are black. The floor is carpeted and comfortable to the toes, or hooves in my case. The wall seems to be made of some sort of industrial plastic material. It is not unpleasant to the touch. The room is lit by a surrounding line of neon strips which illuminates the room with the perfect amount of light. Everything is complimentary.

In my mind's eye, I see a room falling endlessly into the abyss. I see the gravity even though there's nothing really there. It's just there with no place to go. I imagine all worlds are this way, but I suppose it's easier to notice when the entire universe is simply ten by fifteen steps large.

Since I've come in here, I haven't bothered opening the door. There's nothing out there. I know that. There's a chance that it wouldn't even open if I tried, but I have another theory: I think that if I opened it up with a purpose, it would go somewhere. It would. It's a privilege I have. But right now, I don't have any interest in opening it.

The vibrations could be wind resistance, but I don't think so. How can a universe fall. If anything, it would just float. There's really nothing out there. Nobody really understands what nothing really is. It's unfathomable because a mind can only fathom the fathomable. You can't fall in a nothing. You can't float in a nothing. One might question if you can even exist there at all. And if the latter is true, I really am lost within the quiet of my own mind.

Just me and my laptop... and someone else.

Sometimes I Just Don't Get It

Everything is a little different from the inside. I'm back in Railroad Towers. I'm under control and can, for the first time, see it all for what it is. And now that I can actually perceive it all clearly, I find that I am more at a loss than ever before.

I've always tried to allow my characters a certain amount of freedom, but where there is freedom, there are thoughts I cannot hear, and nuances that are lost to me. As I enter, once more, back into Railroad Towers, I find that I really don't know everything that I, the God of this world, should know. Funny thing how clarity ultimately breeds confusion. How does that even make sense?

I'm not saying I am disheartened about any of it. I guess reality just smacked me in the face a bit too hard. From the outside, say... from inside the Smokey Hallway, I felt like I understood everything. I understood it enough to want to be there. I even had a couple of reasons to be there. For one, I needed to find Vixxie, and I also needed to reconnect with Jason, my closest friend in all the multiverse.

I guess I am a little depressed, but I'll get over it. It's all about losing a little control. It's my world. If things happen that I don't necessarily cause, it makes me uneasy. This story is, at times, writing itself... and I feel like I am just the guy who is recording down the events. And then again it might not even be like that. Maybe I am still in control, but it's all instinct. It's hard to say.

Whatever the case, I am here. I made it back. I killed the monster called Jack, and now I am back in Railroad Towers and will do whatever I fucking feel like while I am here. I'm here to fuck and get fucked. And while I'm at it, go find Vixxie and make her my queen once more. Who's gonna stop me? Ixus? I'd like to see him try.

While you're here, why not check out the last book I published in your God-forsaken world. It's called "Lust Bearers: The Temptations of Pan." Information below. I'll be busy having old man, goat sex. Cheers.

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The Name and the Number

Oh, waking nightmares. Impenetrable hellscapes that plague my mind. I've seen the things that haunt my dreams. That blackness. That oozing product of my personal distain for the useless. I am it's victim. I am it's meal. I entered into that room: 67.

I was lost. I was so lost. Looped over and over into an endless cycle of traps and pain brought upon by my own submissive nature. Oh, but I was not happy. I could never be happy in such a fog. I was confused. Even upon entering the door to Scritch City was I confused. But before I could awaken, I had to be eaten. And so a creature from my own nightmares became my antithesis. My eyes were closed. It was too dark to see anyways. I did not know it's nature... it's name.

One cannot fight what one does not know. A creature can create a thing and not know which thing is what. He creates while spinning. He creates while moving sideways. All the while he thinks he is going backwards and somewhere... but no. It was forwards and nowhere. I was nowhere until I wasn't. And now here I am, standing at the precipice of my own reality. I stand here with a purpose.

Vixxie! I know the name!

The rite is at hand. My arm stretches out across the multiverse. I feel the break. I caress it's insides and outsides. The spaces in between have been my home for too long. Club Lexx falls apart without me. I have turned my back to it, for I shall never enter into it. But to the place where I staked my soul do I turn the knob.

Creature! J̵̧̗̲̞͛͗̂͝à̶̭̣̳̔c̴̮̞͙̼͒̍̐̾͌̎k̵̙͊̿̐̋!̷̙̞̣̰͎̀̿͆́̈́ I know you! A god looks down upon the place where you hide. He grins as you realize that fate shall be your undoing. Who was once but a man is now old and wise. A bleating effigy of love, lust, and hatred... all directed at you. Can you bare the attention? Can you remain where you are unscathed?

The time has come for my my return. I bring with me a sword of light. Prepare yourself... for your end is nigh. And beyond? What is beyond?

Eternity!

Lust Bearers 4: The Temptations of Pan

Well, that's all of it. I've slowly been packing my things for the last number of weeks. I am ready to move back into one of the few realities that ever accepted me. My reasons for leaving the Smokey Hallway is because there is something that I just can't let go of... and I'll explain that in a bit.

You probably all know this by now. I'm an evil bastard. I do things to the people I create that I am sure would shock all of you... whoever you people are. Actually, I don't know any of you. Only two people ever contact me. Bunch of weirdos probably.

I've gotten what I need from this place. I've worked hard and managed to finally finish my greatest creation: The Lust Bearers. Of course, they'll never really credit me with it. No. I'm just a god who created a god. They don't want me or what strange morality I possess somewhere inside this scattered brain of mine. Those little things want Maximus, the rat god of hedonism. I'd just get in the way. (I often do at that.)

But my time exploring the multiverse needs to have a point to it. And that point, I've decided, is Vixxy. To be clear, Vixxy was a rather tortured character from one of my stories. I ascended her to my own plane and made her into a queen of sorts. I've fucked her. I've fucked her a lot. Well, she went and died on me. Didn't expect it. I took her traveling the multiverse, thinking she would be just as safe as me, and she died. The atmosphere of one of the worlds I went to was too toxic for her to handle. She died. She just died. I saw it happen, and I'm fucking dying inside because of it. (I can't die. WTF.)

I would have scrapped everything if it wasn't for Jason. My own creation came to my rescue. This was an odd version of the famous vulpine. He was far more relaxed than the ones I had created before him. He understood and excepted everything about me and my situation. But what may be most notable about the whole encounter was that he gave me advice... and I'm taking it. "Everything is canon." And when everything is canon, anything is possible. But... when anything is possible... people die. Things blow up. It all becomes a riddled mess. Call me selfish, but I don't care. I'm getting Vixxie back. Too hell with anything that gets in my way.

With that little discloser, I am quite pleased to present to you the final book in the Lust Bearers collection. "Lust Bearers: The Temptations of Pan" completes the rite. It is out and published for all to read. Your very reading of the book shall add to its power. I hope every one of you end up entertained to your very core. And for those of you who don't make it through unscathed, you have my condolences.

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Lust Bearers 4: The Temptations of Pan

THE FINAL STRUGGLE

Doug Doug is making his final push to remove all sin and lust from the multiverse, but to the hedonistic Lust Bearers that spells a death sentence. Sly Heart Fox must make contact with an ancient and powerful satyr known as Pan to have any hope of saving Hedonia from falling into a state of eternal stagnancy. Despite this ever-looming threat, Astraios, the high servant of Maximus, has targeted Sly and he shall not stop until his lusts are sated.

As the situation gets all the graver, the heroic fox realizes that he will soon lose Silky Touch Feline to a race of horny bunnies. Can Sly choose between his people and his own lusts? 

Experience the thrilling and erotic conclusion to the Lust Bearers saga. Perhaps you too shall fall victim to the powerful temptations of Pan.

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Everything is Canon

I never really let go what happened back at Railroad Towers. I never let Scritch City go either. It all happened. I was there, and those places still exist and are in motion. Furthermore, I am their God.

I am making plans to move back, but not as I was before. I am going there as Surly, for I have been most pleased in the form of the old goat. I am more stable this way. I can think and make decisions more competently.

I never really knew what I was before. I could never come to grips with myself as a human. And yes, I think that my truest side is human. But that is not my concern. I chose my path, and I have hence chosen to be a goat. My name speaks of who I am. I am Surly. I am the creator of dreams. I bring people to life before ultimately destroying them for my own purposes. It hurts, and therefore I am surly for it.

I think I've found her. She's somewhere within Railroad Towers. I am planning my journey out of the Smokey Hallway and into that impossible building once more... but not before Jason makes his move. Unlike his many counterparts, this incarnation has chosen to side with me. Perhaps it is also a friendship. I have no expectations of either.

Soon the lights shall be restored. The path of Quentin will be, once more, revealed. And Vixxy... What of Vixxy?

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My newest book "Lust Bearers: The Rise of Doug Doug" is out in Kindle and print. Here is some information on how to procure one:

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Lust Bearers 3: The Rise of Doug Doug

I still live, and honestly things are more optimistic for me than they seem to be for others. I have spent a good amount of time working on my books, creating my worlds the way I see fit. This new book was actually finished a while back, but my delays have to do with the production of the covers.

I am pretty pleased with the time between the two books. It wasn't so bad. I am curious as to how you will feel about this new story and the strange things that happen therein. For now, I have to continue with my many projects. My worlds demand my attention, and if I ignore them, they will fade away until they reach a state where they might as well never existed at all.

But for now, I give you: 

Lust Bearers 3: The Rise of Doug Doug

EVIL IS A TINY MOUSE

While attempting to map out the multiverse, the Lust Bearers soon discover that there is a mighty force that is out to destroy the influence of hedonism. Doug Doug is a tiny cartoon mouse who is more powerful than he seems. Meanwhile, back in Hedon, Sly Heart Fox has his own revelations into the nature of this miniscule terror. For the first time in his career, the famous fox may have finally met his match.

Once more the Lust Bearers find themselves on a fantastic adventure as they dive deeper into the unknown than they ever have before. With the support of a dirty underwear sniffing fox named Lucas, they have to track down Doug Doug and stop him before it is too late.

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