So like uhh I found a bunch of my old content from when I was L O L G U Y Do you want me to archive it in a playlist or something? (Not right now but soon I guess)
Log 1 A tattered piece of paper fell from the sky. Its writing is crude and purposeful, as if the writer was in a rush. I quickly brought the paper inside before viewing it. I have transcribed the writing to the best of my ability. This is what was written on the paper:
It’s been epochs since I’ve been damned to this hellscape. I feel eyes upon me at all times, yet I see no one. My jailer watches my every move like I’m a rat in a cage. That mutt will get what he deserves. He hides like a coward. He knows I’d rid him of this world.
Yet, I hear something odd. Shuffling sounds from around me. It sounds like the sound a sponge makes when water is squeezed out of it. Has judgement day finally come? Or am I entering the realm of madness?
To answer my question, I wonder. I explore the same area I’m used to. The cracks in the floor stare at me as if they know who I am, their eyes widening with hatred. My footsteps echo across the rocky ground. The brimstone smell I’ve become used to floats in the air. Yet, it’s stronger. I taste iron, causing me to cough into my hand. I look in it, and I see blood.
Whatever is here is good at hiding itself. Despite this, the very presence of whatever this is makes my prison panic. Silence has filled the air once more. I must be going mad after all.
No. A strange substance is on the floor in the shape of feet. Footsteps. I’m not alone any longer in here. I bend down to inspect the liquid. It seems like blood… at least it could have been. This looks incorrect in every way. It doesn’t even feel like a liquid. It feels like a replica that wasn’t fully formed. It slowly drips out of my hand. This is a mockery of bodily fluid. Something has breached my cell. I look to my right, the hellish landscape the same as usual. To my left, I see two white dots watching me in the shape of pupils. They stare coldly at me.
“Jack. Have you finally come to rid me of my containment? Come on out, my warden.” I bellow out. He never tried to face me head on. He knows he’d be in the dirt if he even thought about it. Silence follows, the echo having stopped.
From the darkness steps out a husk of a man. William. My old business partner. The man who believed that I could be the father he never had. Little did he know that I knew what he truly was; a pest that I only kept around because he intrigued me. The corpse shambles its way towards me. Its body looks like a rotten vegetable, down to its insides as well. Where red should be is replaced by a dirty brown. By all means, he should be dead. No body should look like how his does. Half his face has decayed off. Despite this, he’s staring into my soul actively.
“My, how poorly have these years treated you, Willy.” I remark. William would never notice I am laughing at his expense. “Tell me, did Jack cower out again? Is he afraid to face me, so he hopes that you’ll stop me?” I taunt. The creature stands tall despite its condition. I hear an inhuman gurgle echo from the creature. It tracks me with its hollow eyes, sending a shiver down my spine. I can’t be afraid of this thing… can I? What feels like eons pass before the jaw of the creature falls.
“You are the Voidwalker. You claim to be the very visage of evil. I challenge your claim to the throne. I am the Voidslayer,” the creature mocks. It wears Williams body and voice, but I know it’s not him. The voice is slurred and broken, as if the creature is using words William has already used to piece together a sentence. “I have taken out your victims. I am what remains. Your legacy ends here, and mine shall begin.” Everything about this is wrong. My instincts tell me to run for the hills. Despite this, I refuse to back down. I’m the protagonist. This isn’t where my story ends.
“My oh my. William thinks he can be nearly as important as me? That’s novel. William… no… whatever you are…. I am going to peel your body apart layer by layer until I find out what has reanimated you this time.” As I say this, the barren void around me shifts from maroon to a rancid green. The color stretches like mold across the landscape. I suppose this… thing… has much more power than I anticipated. I cannot let it know how much I am concerned with it.
“I don’t need to touch you. It would be a waste of a page in my story. My words work fine as swords. You’re nothing but filler. A passing character. A scribble on my canvas. My lab-rat. Let’s remind you of where you stand.” I bare my teeth, my voice tearing through the void until even my cage cheers me on.
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So like uhh I found a bunch of my old content from when I was L O L G U Y
Do you want me to archive it in a playlist or something? (Not right now but soon I guess)
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Log 1
A tattered piece of paper fell from the sky. Its writing is crude and purposeful, as if the writer was in a rush. I quickly brought the paper inside before viewing it. I have transcribed the writing to the best of my ability. This is what was written on the paper:
It’s been epochs since I’ve been damned to this hellscape. I feel eyes upon me at all times, yet I see no one. My jailer watches my every move like I’m a rat in a cage. That mutt will get what he deserves. He hides like a coward. He knows I’d rid him of this world.
Yet, I hear something odd. Shuffling sounds from around me. It sounds like the sound a sponge makes when water is squeezed out of it. Has judgement day finally come? Or am I entering the realm of madness?
To answer my question, I wonder. I explore the same area I’m used to. The cracks in the floor stare at me as if they know who I am, their eyes widening with hatred. My footsteps echo across the rocky ground. The brimstone smell I’ve become used to floats in the air. Yet, it’s stronger. I taste iron, causing me to cough into my hand. I look in it, and I see blood.
Whatever is here is good at hiding itself. Despite this, the very presence of whatever this is makes my prison panic. Silence has filled the air once more. I must be going mad after all.
No. A strange substance is on the floor in the shape of feet. Footsteps. I’m not alone any longer in here. I bend down to inspect the liquid. It seems like blood… at least it could have been. This looks incorrect in every way. It doesn’t even feel like a liquid. It feels like a replica that wasn’t fully formed. It slowly drips out of my hand. This is a mockery of bodily fluid. Something has breached my cell. I look to my right, the hellish landscape the same as usual. To my left, I see two white dots watching me in the shape of pupils. They stare coldly at me.
“Jack. Have you finally come to rid me of my containment? Come on out, my warden.” I bellow out. He never tried to face me head on. He knows he’d be in the dirt if he even thought about it. Silence follows, the echo having stopped.
From the darkness steps out a husk of a man. William. My old business partner. The man who believed that I could be the father he never had. Little did he know that I knew what he truly was; a pest that I only kept around because he intrigued me. The corpse shambles its way towards me. Its body looks like a rotten vegetable, down to its insides as well. Where red should be is replaced by a dirty brown. By all means, he should be dead. No body should look like how his does. Half his face has decayed off. Despite this, he’s staring into my soul actively.
“My, how poorly have these years treated you, Willy.” I remark. William would never notice I am laughing at his expense. “Tell me, did Jack cower out again? Is he afraid to face me, so he hopes that you’ll stop me?” I taunt. The creature stands tall despite its condition. I hear an inhuman gurgle echo from the creature. It tracks me with its hollow eyes, sending a shiver down my spine. I can’t be afraid of this thing… can I? What feels like eons pass before the jaw of the creature falls.
“You are the Voidwalker. You claim to be the very visage of evil. I challenge your claim to the throne. I am the Voidslayer,” the creature mocks. It wears Williams body and voice, but I know it’s not him. The voice is slurred and broken, as if the creature is using words William has already used to piece together a sentence. “I have taken out your victims. I am what remains. Your legacy ends here, and mine shall begin.” Everything about this is wrong. My instincts tell me to run for the hills. Despite this, I refuse to back down. I’m the protagonist. This isn’t where my story ends.
“My oh my. William thinks he can be nearly as important as me? That’s novel. William… no… whatever you are….
I am going to peel your body apart layer by layer until I find out what has reanimated you this time.” As I say this, the barren void around me shifts from maroon to a rancid green. The color stretches like mold across the landscape. I suppose this… thing… has much more power than I anticipated. I cannot let it know how much I am concerned with it.
“I don’t need to touch you. It would be a waste of a page in my story. My words work fine as swords. You’re nothing but filler. A passing character. A scribble on my canvas. My lab-rat. Let’s remind you of where you stand.” I bare my teeth, my voice tearing through the void until even my cage cheers me on.
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One last round. September 15th. I’ll see you then.
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