SATURDAY
JULY 30TH, 2011
(KING
REAL)
8:00
AM
I tossed and turned
throughout the night, waking out of dreams and drifting back to sleep
to the sound of cold water drops on brick. Dreamed of the days when
all I had to worry about was a hard boss in a video game. Dreamed of
many such bosses, I would try each one and would fail, die again and
again. Every time I fell back asleep, it was to another dream of
another boss.
Egg
Emperor. Jealous Bass. Lu
Bu. Flaahgra. Magnus Von Grapple 2.0, Grodus. Sephiroth.
The Nihilanth.
A bell
strikes eight times. The slime blob is unlocking our cells.
8:01
AM
The
four of us have met.
Me and Donnie. The two bikers, whose names
are Grant and Buck.
Grant's the leader. Buck's the beefy
dude.
They're both excited to get started. Donnie and I are
playing along, but that's not gonna get us very far. We need a plan.
8:04
AM
The blob led us out of
the prison, through damp corridors, and out into the misty morning
white. Snow covers the ground as if freshly fallen. A double-lined
trail, as if left by a wheelbarrow or carriage, marks the path to
follow.
Chilly as fuck. None of us have thick enough coats.
8:05
AM
Buck found a branch on
the ground and tried lighting it with a cigarette lighter. It's too
wet.
"Fuck it, man. Walking should keep us warm enough,
right?"
I don't know enough to question that.
8:38
AM
Donnie and I stuck
together for a little more warmth. We hung back a little,
but we don't really want to lose the bikers in the mist.
Luckily
the trail kept on. It kept straight. It kept on monotonous.
But
we've come to our first actual feature:
the trail splits into two, one path continuing forward, the other
heading to the right.
We don't want to go splitting up, even our
buddies here know how foolish that is.
We're going to check out
what's to the right.
8:45
AM
Out of the mist emerged
a thick black imposing watchtower, roof coming to a sharp point. The
area around the tower is wet with melted snow; inside is a warmth.
8:47
AM
Climbed up a spiral
staircase, like the inside of a lighthouse, to reach a little lookout
point with raging fire.
Everyone is relieved.
8:48
AM
Donnie's
pulled some tins of beans out of our bag. Shit, didn't even know we
still had those.
"There's enough here for all of us, but it
might be wise to ration them. So Jordan and I will share one, and you
two will share another. Okay?"
No objections.
8:51
AM
"Huh. What's
this."
grant's noticed a parchment hooked to the
wall.
"'Good cavaliers.' Hey, I think this is for
us."
"Good cavaliers:
Your quest begins
in earnest, though how earnest is up to
you.
From your keep in the Royal Asylum, you have a long trip
ahead of you in order to reach mine stronghold in the great Castle
True. From your vantage point in this Northeastern Watchtower, and
without needing to leave it, you may spy mine Castle, your ultimate
destination, and venture a mental map of the sacred Realm. It will
take some doing, however!
Thus it is here that I must pose to
you your first Challenge:
Is there life after
death?"
"What?"
"'Is
there life
after death?"
buck "What the fuck does that mean?"
grant "It's
a distraction. Our real task is to make the map. Has to be. He made
it clear that we have all we need, just here in the watchtower."
"But
it's blind as a bat out there."
"It's mist. Mist
clears up. It'd be smart to stay here for a while anyway, ensure
we're warm enough."
8:54
AM
Sure enough, the mist
outside is starting to clear.
The
first thing that we saw-- hell, it demanded
to be seen-- was a
raging torrent of lava in a tremendous chasm just past the
watchtower. The power of condensed rock at incredible pressures,
slow-moving but still moving
rock, crawling death.
It's far below us, as we must be on a cliff. And it's so large,
it's like a sea.
Not
long after, the last of the mist had dissipated, and we could see
well into the horizon.
On the other side of the sea of lava is a
sizable construction, tall dark walls stretching for well over a
mile, marked periodically by towers atop the wall, the entire
construction extending outward, jutting into the lava sea. That must
be Castle True.
There's no way directly to it from here, and we
see no entrance on this side either (only walls and watchtowers), but
if we go back
to the path we had been following, that will take us gradually around
the "bay," and presumably to the front of the castle.
But
on the way there are many smaller structures we're going to have to
get through.
We were told there were eight challenges today;
they're going to be some of them.
8:56
AM
But then. This letter
asked us a question,
and it explicitly framed it as our first challenge.
The bikers
think it was a red herring, but I don't know.
"Is there
life after death?"
It is
an odd thing to ask. Even if circumstances were equal and we were in
a position to rightly consider it, it's a bit of a "Yes and no"
thing, isn't it?
Like.
Before
all this, I understood it to be that we had no
evidence either way for
anything
after death. Inconclusive. It'd be foolish to state "Yes"
or
"No." Then,
knowing
what we now know…
Zombies exist.
Is
that
"life?"
I'm liable to think it's just the body,
not the mind, and is it "life after death" to have your
body, like... be a
possible zombie for the Archangel's will? I
lean towards "No" there.
We've
seen many worlds on our travels, but none of them have struck me as
an afterlife.
I still lean towards "No."
There are ways to extend
our lives, but that still isn't... after
death.
Hrm.
...the
others are getting ready to go.
9:14
AM
We're back on the main
path.
donnie "Jordan, you okay?"
I'm just. I'm
thinking about that question. Life after death.
"Is that
what you were writing in your journal earlier? You think it's worth
answering?"
I think it is the first challenge. Even just
having
an answer could help. And all my thoughts run to.. 'no, there is no
life after death.' Because I look at the zombies, the surest sign of
something after death, and I don't see any life
there. I see mindless bodies that are only up and walking because
Archie said so.
"So you're leaning towards 'no' because you
define 'life' as being the mind."
I think so.
"But
do you see that you're inserting an assumption into the
question?"
Yeah. That's the pesky part. Do you have any
insight?
"Well, I did read a lot of books before all this.
I can't say that I
personally came to any
conclusions, but I am reminded that we have historically long debated
over what 'life' actually is.
Like, metaphysically."
she's thinking. thinking
hard.
"Would you say it is true that our actions have
consequences?"
Yes.
"Do those consequences stop
after our death?"
Well, we stop experiencing them, but
yeah, the consequences carry on for everyone else.
"Do
we stop experiencing them? A lifetime of smoking makes a lung
decompose differently. Our bones may rot differently depending on
what we did in life."
Well, that's getting into the
mind/body question.
"Okay. Well, how about this one: Isn't
it true that we are a species that believes in character?
Even those of us who don't believe in a soul
still believe each person has a character.
And you know what we do with
that? We carry each other's character well past their death, we carry
them through ideology and through story."
And.. and in
story,
our characters still interact with the living, and sometimes our
characters even continue
to change and grow.
Huh.
But is that life?
Is
character life?
...is
story
life?
Legsteps
in the distance started a song. A steady hard drum beat. Crunchy
bass. Ambient synths.
Was that. A coincidence?
Donnie's
smiling at me.
the bikers are eager to have a soundtrack.
10:39
AM
The trail stopped an
hour ago as in front of us were thick mounds of snow and no way
around.
Our progress slowed down, as
every few minutes we alternated between walking uphill and walking
downhill.
Looking
ahead, there's still so much left to go…
We just have the
music to keep us going.
11:04
AM
something just roared
nearby.
grant "everyone, huddle up."
do we have
weapons on us? donnie's got her frying pan, but I don't have anything
now.
buck has brass knuckles.
grant has a big stick he
picked up on the way.
...donnie, please protect me
"I
will, baby."
11:05
AM
what is that
coming
out from behind that mound
it's humanoid, covered in thick
hair
is that a yeti???
ROAAAAAAAAARRRRRR
the music's
getting sinister
it's.. actually being really pretty
about it
oh god no HERE IT COMES
11:06
AM
it threw me into a pile
of snow
that fucker is strong
GET IT DONNIE
SWING THAT
THING
HIT IT
oh it's grabbed her
throwing her AT
ME
..butt in
face
y'know I don't mind this
"it is.. comfy…"
with
the pretty music…
ROAAAAARRRR
oh. oh yeah.
that.
"argghh!!! stay here, jordan. stay safe. HEY, GRANT!
LET ME DISTRACT IT!"
11:07
AM
In the end, it was very
simple to dispatch. Donnie distracted its attention while the bikers
shoved a sharpened stick into the back of its head with all their
might.
The music has returned to its less-pretty but
more-engaging pulse.
And Donnie and I shared a blushing look,
because, well, we probably need to focus on the fights.
At least
the bikers didn't notice me hiding in the snow.
11:08
AM
Grant threw me a
branch.
"It's better than nothing. We're gonna want you at
the top of your game today."
Thanks.
"Now, can
everyone still walk? Look at that out there. I can see the ground
evens out again, there's even a clear road,
but we've still got more unstable ground to traverse before we get
there."
Sighhhhhh.
Yep.
Yep, let's go.
12:17
PM
fucking christ.
just
lots of trudging.
hours of trudging.
the temperature wasn't quite as
bad as earlier this morning, but I mean, we were trudging through
snow, my legs are
fucking freezing.
we're out now. we're out of the trudging.
we're on solid ground, flat ground.
up ahead is a large wall,
too large to climb, that stretches far in one direction (and right to
the cliff
on the other). but on the path itself, the wall becomes a gate. black
steel, shut.
on either side of the path are two more little
towers, their roofs reaching into sharp points like the watchtower
earlier.
in the sky, a
spidercloud is approaching.
we're praying for some hamburgers.
12:23
PM
Alright, here we are at
the gate.
Buck tried to push it open, but predictably it won't
budge.
grant "The controls are probably in the
guardtowers."
yeah.
you look in one, I look in the
other?
he nodded.
you rest this time, donnie. there's gonna
be stairs.
12:27
PM
shitting. goddamn.
flights of stairs.
if I ever meet the bastard. who decided the
world needed so many stairs.
I'm going to play guitar hero on
his fucking spine.
ah.
god. Aaaah!!!
thank fuck there's nobody up here.
I did not
want to try fighting with a fucking stick.
when my legs are a pile of mush.
there's.
there's not actually much up here at all, really.
parchment
hooked to the wall.
"The mighty gate of Giant's
Terminus once stood patrolled at all hours of every day. Once,
it stayed open, welcoming all guests into my kingdom who were ready
to contribute to a society under a loving sun. However, every
kingdom needs protection, and mine had commandeered this gate from an
older time when giants walked the land. When the giants faded from
memory, and the civilization that had maintained this gate were
incorporated into mine walls, we had no need for its security
anymore. Alas, until the day came when something far worse found our
land.
If, good cavaliers, thou shouldst wish to proceed, thou
will find the necessary machinery stationed within these towers. And
herein lies thy second challenge:
When should the hateful man
leave his home?"
12:32
PM
The bikers have found
the machinery, a convoluted system of cogs and rope and containers of
water, and are approaching it as they would an engine.
Meanwhile,
Donnie and I are sitting in
front of the gate, thinking on the question.
"I would
imagine the hateful man can leave whenever he wants. But the question
is should."
Well.
Should he leave as soon as possible? For the good of his home?
"And
bring his hate out into the greater world? Maybe it would be moral
for him to stay
at home."
Is it more
or less
moral to stay at home? The question doesn't really specify.
"The
last one didn't either. These are like.. lateral thinking. Or
poetry."
Like the one about the short man and the elevator
to his apartment, how he needs a damn umbrella to hit the
button?
"The what?"
Forget it. Just, argh. Why is
this Cipher so interested in riddles?
"Because it's the
last one. Now c'mon. Hateful man, when should he leave his
home."
Argh!!!
Well!
I suppose you were onto
something with the point about the greater world. If we're speaking
in shoulds,
any man should
stay at home until he's faced his individual demons and has prepared
to participate in society. And then, likewise, any man who is
truly ready should face
the greater society with a fresh face, every day a puzzle. Like these
damned riddles.
…
did that do anything? did we do
it?
"No. There must be some extra aspect
to this we're not addressing."
Goddammit.
"Why
should a non-hateful man leave his home? Why is leaving your home the
focus of this challenge?"
Because. Leaving your home is,
y'know, facing society, engaging with people who do not know you and
whom you do not know. They're the people you're going to hate.
You are allowed to feel
hate, but then it's
smartest to not expose
yourself to the subjects
of your hate.
"What if you hate yourself? Shouldn't you
avoid your home, then, since that's where you live?"
No,
that's a cute thought, but c'mon, you're always with yourself, even
when you're not in your home. Self-hate is dangerous wherever you
are, and likewise it's the one we should watch out for most.
"So.
So it's about harm reduction. If you are infected with hate for a
subject, you should isolate yourself from that subject. And then, if
you aren't
filled with hate, you should go participate in society because...
society needs all the help it can get??? When so many of its
participants are stuck at home, going through their hate???"
.....a
voice in the sky just said "good enough" and now the
Legsteps are playing a more elaborate tune.
doot doo doo doot
doot doo doo womp
12:37
PM
They got the gate
open!
"It was a
fulcrum puzzle."
"An annoying one."
"Annoying
as shit."
12:40
PM
After another short
break, we're back to walking.
The snow isn't a hindrance around
here, as it's mostly drying up,
revealing a dark grey soot-like ground,
and the terrain is a fairly straight walk from here to our next
landmark.
They look like a bunch of buildings. Looks like a
town.
And
then, over on our right, the land takes over from the sea of lava,
forming the bay. Over in that direction would be, eventually, the
castle. But we're gonna stick with our guts here. Visible town should
give us our next challenges, and we supposedly need
to do those before we can fight the writer of the parchments.
12:58
PM
HAMBURGER FROM THE SKY
1:13
PM
Closer to the town,
it's... ruins.
The buildings are demolished, half-standing,
charred.
1:27
PM
Inside the town
now.
Mounds of what we first thought was rubble actually is
piles
of corpses.
The last message mentioned this land was wrought by
"something far worse" than giants. Was it a plague of some
kind?
1:36
PM
Up there, in what might
have been a town square.
Woodrotten gallows.
Burnt bodies
on stakes.
Donnie suggests we watch out for any remnant posters,
or writing on the walls. Might clarify what happened to this place.
2:05
PM
In the center of the
old town is a stone bridge crossing a slow-moving river. There are
fewer buildings on the other side. Maybe it's where the lower-class
lived. Or the farmers. Or, actually, the upper-class? God, how does
history work.
2:09
PM
Does anyone else hear
that sound?
"Yeah, it's like.. ripping."
"Like
something moving that hasn't moved in a long time."
"....shit."
black
charred bodies climbing out of piles of bodies, but still encrusted
to the piles after years, decades, how long.
some
of them are single charred bodies.
a lot of what we're seeing
are two little legs carrying an entire encrusted pile
above its head. limbs dangling as they're carried up above, kicking
and wriggling, arms reaching out.
"sweet jesus."
there
are lots. old dessicated bodies stuck together, molded by the years
and the forces.
they don't moan. they don't call for us. they
just walk towards us.
"do we... fight these?"
"I'm
not gonna let them touch
me, that's for sure."
2:11
PM
donnie found a rusted
sword knocked loose by a Walking Pile. she gave it to me.
yeah,
fuck the stick. let's try a sword.
2:12
PM
Slicing bodies!
An
arm, a leg, an elbow.
Cutting some in half.
All that comes
out is dust and crumbs.
And still they reach for me.
2:13
PM
I cut some of the
Piles, and all it does is set more of the bodies free, creating more
threats.
Gotta be careful not to get surrounded.
Donnie's
frying pan works well enough at flattening their hollow heads, which
neutralizes them.
The bikers use whatever's on hand, usually
their own brute strength, to pound them into dust.
2:15
PM
the bikers keep
complaining about how much they hate these things. "ugly fucks,"
"balls of flesh," "abominations."
"see you in hell, freak."
I
can't deny the repulsion I feel while slicing bodies free of the
piles and chopping off their arms, but.
I doubt they want
to exist like this.
something awful happened here. something
horrifying.
and this is what happened to the people who went through that.
we're
killing them as a mercy.
I hope.
2:23
PM
We've fought our way
into a clearing between buildings, the town limits aren't in sight
yet, and we're still being pursued by an increasing mass of
cadavers.
My body's feeling the strain. This is a long day…
We
need another idea.
2:24
PM
Hang on. This trail
on the ground. We were following one earlier today too, and here's
another one. Looks like it was caused by wheels of some kind. But
what actually was
it? It must have been recent enough for the tracks to still
show.
grant "You're thinking we can find it and ride it out
of here?"
If it's not just some wheelbarrow or something,
yeah. I am. Some of the
buildings around here have walls enough to potentially hide
something. If I can find us transportation, that would be a huge
help.
"Then get to it, already. We can't fight these fucks
all day."
On it!
2:25
PM
Obviously the thing I
need to do is follow the trail. It goes in two directions, one way
will probably lead nowhere, but the other...?
2:27
PM
Here.
A building
that's almost still standing. It still has three walls, for the most
part, enough to obscure its interior from us as we passed by. The
trail leads here.
If I were a betting man, I'd wager this was
like a garage of some sort.
And, placed in here amidst all the
rubble, must be something worth hiding.
2:28
PM
What in the hell is
this
thing?
It has four
wheels, but they're all different kinds, and the material for the
body is scrapwork too.
Would that body hold us all?
...uh.
I
may have made a mistake coming into this enclosed space alone.
The
Piles have followed me in, and there's enough of them to block the
exit.
2:29
PM
THRUST
THRUST
SLICE
STAB
GET
AWAY
GO ON, GET
I HAVE PLACES TO BE
2:33
PM
"What the fuck is
that?"
the
bikers are thrilled, if baffled, by this thing I'm wheeling
along.
Can we get this thing working? And can it hold all of us?
2:35
PM
Donnie
and I have been covering them from the Walking Piles as they take a
look at the machine.
According to their expertise, it is
a patchwork of other machines-- including their own bikes. An
Automobile of Theseus.
And that means it should work on familiar
mechanical principles.
They got the hood open, and inside, right
next to the very engines that had powered their motorbikes, was
another piece of parchment.
"Good cavaliers,
The
township of Alphstead did not deserve its fate. No one in my kingdom
did, but this decision was not mine to make. It came one morning,
heralded by a dreadful red sky. Like a failure of the heart predicted
by nothing more than frail nerves and cool skin, we did not know how
prepared to be, and we had little time to do such preparations. We
elected to close Giant's Terminus and amass the guards.
It came,
all the same. Unheeding of our gate, it came from our own houses, our
own passages, our own doorways. It was not a war. It was not an
invasion. It was a plague designed to take us all, take me,
and even take our God.
You must keep going. You are not
yet at my Castle. Do you know the way?
If a man has
his doubts, should he tell the others?"
2:39
PM
We have no time to work
on that riddle right now. We've got to
defend Grant and Buck while they get the machine working.
donnie,
quietly "Don't you think it's referring to us?"
What?
What do you mean?
"'If a man has his doubts,' and we're
here with an opposing goal to our companions."
Well. That's
secrets,
that's not doubts, is it?
"We have doubts
that 'deciphering' this place will lead to anything good."
ugh.
Okay, yeah. Sure. It can apply to us. So, should we tell?
"That's
the riddle."
Fine, I'll work it out. SLICE STAB
Obviously,
the benefits to not
telling are, they think we're on their side, they will not be hostile
to us. SWISH SLASH
And then the benefits to telling are. We no
longer have to lie. It's less of a load on our minds. And we're not
gonna surprise
them at the last minute.
"..yeah, I still don't want to
tell."
Like, for the riddle in
abstract, yeah, a man
with doubts should tell the others, it doesn't necessarily have
to be immediate, just, at the first possible time most convenient for
the others? Expediently?
"Waiting to share one's doubts
raises questions about trustworthiness." KICK, CRUSH
What
if the riddle's not even referring to us? What if they're
the ones with doubts they're not telling us?
"That's
wishful thinking."
It's entirely
possible, and it's
tempering our guilty assumptions.
"..we haven't hit the
answer yet, have we?"
I feel like the Legsteps would play
new music if we did.
"Argh! I'm trying to fight,
this isn't a good time to be reasoning through Socratic
dialogues!"
If a man has his doubts. Should he tell the
others.
.......yes?
2:41
PM
They got the machine
working. We're all on, we're riding out of town.
The Legsteps
are still playing the same tune they'd been playing.
Maybe the
reward this time was just... a working machine?
3:05
PM
Outside the town.
Stopped for a brief engine check.
I can't write so much on the
machine, as we all have to ride it standing, holding onto
handles.
Grant says he's sure we've got a long ride ahead of us.
We can't even see the castle on the horizon from here, though I feel
like we can't be that
far from it?
There's no trail out here. It's all flat, hard grey
sand. Gravel. Whatever.
Buck calls this "badlands."
We're
just going to take an educated guess as to a direction to head,
trying for north-west, and ride until we see landmarks.
3:44
PM
Another stop to get our
bearings.
There's some irregularity on the horizon, looks bumpy.
I think Grant wants to ride us out that way, check it out.
We're
actually having a lot of difficulty gauging our speed out here, we
don't know how much land we're covering, because it's all flat and
barren, there's nothing to compare us to. We're going fast,
definitely. Maybe not too
fast.
4:20
PM
The bumpiness is
steeper than anticipated.
They're big rock formations, a maze of
canyons. We'll have to go slower through here. Find our way
through.
I can't hear the Legsteps anymore. We are very far from
them.
5:55
PM
oh my fucking god we're
lost
7:32
PM
We had to stop to eat
and rest.
Eating the last of our beans.
We'll sit for a
while, but we can't sleep, we can't,
we've got to get out of here, we've got to see the end of these
winding rock walls. Got to find that castle... got to get that
Cipher...
9:18
PM
We found a trail. We
found a damn trail. Hoofprints.
9:50
PM
we're out!! we're
out!!
oh happy days, we can see the horizon!
and if we keep
following these hoofprints, we think they'll take us where we need to
go!
god I'm really feeling the exhaustion!!
these damn
Ciphers! this damn Rapture!
..Donnie kissed my cheek. she's
tired too. we'll get through this. do it for her.
10:38
PM
The!!! The!!! The
castle!!! It's there, on the horizon!!! It's there!!!
Oh my
fucking god!!!
It's fucking large!!!
I hadn't seen any of
the castles on Earth, but this has to be bigger than any of
them!
It's not incredibly tall,
instead it takes up a lot
of space, very wide from both views. There is a respectable, like,
spire at the far back, though. That's probably where the king lives.
Do kings live in the castles? How do castles work?
Who cares!!!
We're nearly there!!!
10:59
PM
We've pulled up.
Before
we can enter the castle, we're going to need that drawbridge down.
Between us and it is a gap, a cliff, a long drop into that familiar
lava sea.
Luckily, we might have enough to work with over here.
We're flanked by two dark-spire guard towers again. Which means
there's probably another puzzle, and another challenge.
11:02
PM
The tower I picked has
an elaborate series of pulleys and buckets full of different
material.
This is the puzzle.
Right.
I'll go.. tell
the others. I want the other tower.
11:05
PM
"Good cavaliers,
You stand before the threshold of
Castle True. This had been the seat of mine power for thousands of
years before the plague hit us, and I have not kept track of how many
thousands of years passed since then. Protected from the horrors thanks
to our Smoldering Sea, my people have had to adapt to a more insular
lifestyle. It may give you pause to witness, but pray, judge them
not.
You are here to kill. They will know that."
Huh.
No challenge this time? No great riddle?
11:17
PM
The bikers are working
slower this time. They're fatigued.
I don't.. know if we're
ready for what comes next.
Whatever
comes next.
11:29
PM
a deep
Click.
mechanical grinding.
the drawbridge is
lowering.
we're all gathering to enter.
11:30
PM
It's down.
Standing
in the center of the castle entrance is a large horse.
Mounted
on that horse is a busy and sharp assortment of bloodstained
pieces of armor, worn by a
strong man with horns on his head. He is staring us down. He's lifted
a big halberd over his shoulder.
Uh.
looking at my crummy
rusted sword.
looking back at halberd horseman.
11:31
PM
FUCK
dive
roll
oh
god he charged at us
is everyone okay
he's already turned
around, he's on A FAST HORSE
coming for another
swing
DIVE
STEP
AAAAA
GUYS WHAT ARE WE GONNA
FUCKING DO
WE'RE NOT TRAINED FOR THIS
WE'RE NOT
EQUIPPED
duck
flat on the ground
let him charge
past
gallop gallop
trot trot
gallop gallop
gallop
gallop
tears in my eyes from fatigue
he's looking at the
bikers now
gives me a chance to catch my breath at least
find
donnie
11:32
PM
he
he
just
Grant got a running start and jumped
for the horse
and halberd horseman, in one swift and heavy
motion, kicked him off and then
swung his halberd
taking
Grant's head off
as his headless body lost all will and
collapsed.
fuck.
FUCK!
screams
donnie's running
to me
buck's staring at his dead friend, savagery in his
face
halberd horseman's turning around for another
charge
donnie,
c'mon. onto the drawbridge.
halberd harry's
coming
gallop
gallop
swing
CRACK
buck
grabbed the fucking halberd
snapped its head off
horseman's
still riding this way, looking at buck
donnie, with me,
scare
that fucking
horse!
BANG BANG SWIPE SWIPE SCREAAAM
NEEEEIIIIIGHHHH
11:33
PM
horse
and rider tumbled down the cliff, landing in the lava with a hideous
ripple.
my heart's beating mad. I feel like I just beat lu
bu.
donnie kissed me for a long time.
we did
it.
aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
I am Jordan!!! hear me
and fear!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa…
we did all that just to
enter the castle.
ah.
(Attached:
"The
Seven Ciphers…
I'm sure they were designed to taunt me.
Assigned to seal my book, they promise meaning and have none. The
hindrances preventing us from opening a book are visceral and not
deep.
Yes, I'm sure that's it.”)