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.