TUESDAY
JUNE 14TH, 2011
(There
were Strangers at the Birth of the Earth)
2:34
PM
head
ow
hurts
up
door
nobody
3:10
PM
limp
ass
blood
stomach
ow
3:46
PM
hurt
place!
Place
food
please
raw
yes
3:50
PM
veg
eat
eat
8:13
PM
i feel better.
just ow
i’ll get over it soon
enough though.
Otherwise…
no.
finally got some
food.
hadn’t eaten in days.
mouth hurts cut up
but i
don’t care hungry.
i miss donnie.
god i really do.
if
Donnie was here she’d hug me and kiss me and make me feel
better..
She’d make sure I wasn’t feeling like shit and i’d
appreciate it so much.
Because she’s not wooden.
WELL.. I
mean.. there’s still something off about Mistress. Like..
she’s not completely cold, there’s a bit of warmth in
there like she’s a little alive.
I’m beginning to wonder
what the hell the Harlequin really is.
I’m also wondering what
Donnie’s doing right now. I hope she’s still alive.
..of
course she is, Jordan. Don’t be silly. Please.
How about a
mystery I can sorta at least try to solve, the mystery of the
receipt?
It said B-4000k, didn’t it? For some sorta oven?
8:40
PM
Holy shit, I’ve found something.
There’s
definitely an oven here called the B-4000k.
It’s huge,
absolutely gigantic. You could probably fit a cow on that
thing. I’m not kidding.
What’s the “B” stand for?
“Bake?” “Bovine?” “Burninate?”
….”Brazilian.”
So Bones came all this way to buy us a giant cooker from
Brazil?
That’s a little weird.
8:43
PM
I’ve been looking at it for a while, haven’t I? It’s
kinda creepy. Almost.. ominous. Foreshadboding.
I’m
gonna go home and pop some prog on. I’ll see if I have any clean
clothes at all.
9:38
PM
Fuck yes, Mastodon’s Blood Mountain. Let’s
look for some clothes.
9:50
PM
Hey, my Rock Band T-shirt. I love this
thing.
Found some nice trousers, too. Black. I’m sick of
white.
No idea where my black suit and trilby are, though.
Fuck
it, going back to my prog.
10:47
PM
..wait.
10:48
PM
All of a sudden, tons of zombies standing outside the
house. Like they did many weeks ago. Where have these zombies
been?
Unless Mistress has been keeping them away and now
she’s done with me.
..they’re not copying me. o_o
10:49
PM
They mostly just stand there, surrounding the house, but
a lot of them are occasionally.. moving their arms. Like they’re
getting used to them. Some of them are “testing” the legs, too.
10:53
PM
..they really do not look like conventional
zombies. They look a lot like normal humans, but just.. almost
comatose?
It’s creepy.
11:00
PM
They all said “Your move.”
And.. now they’re
leaving.
Huh.
11:57
PM
Can I be honest with you, journal?
I’m scared of
what Mistress’ll do to me tonight.
(Attached:
“Now feels like the perfect time for a change in subject, so
here’s the tale of when I witnessed the Earth’s birth. The only
preface necessary is that I was then so young and guided by an
omega-symbol-faced figure calling himself the Devil, sibling to the
Colour of Blood.
I could feel space folding in half before me.
The Devil flickered into existence beside me, saying nothing. We
walked through planes of hydrogen on grounds unseen. Clouds of green
dust littered the air. As we walked forward, our path strolled
upwards as some invisible hill.
Lightning cracked above, forking
down and causing a pink rip in the cloud ahead. I fell over as my
footing rumbled, but the Devil continued as if I wasn’t there.
In
the distance, I could see seven stars appear in the sky. Then seven
more. Then more still until this realm had an astral audience.
The
Devil had almost left my field of vision, so I hopped to my feet and
ran to catch up.
A series of grand chords roared to life around
us, triggered by the lightning. Steam rose, and the green clouds
descended until they marked our footing.
More lightning shocked
the ethereal field, somehow solidifying the clouds with a fierce thud
that transitioned into the world’s primordial symphony. Magma shot
out from under us, creating a tunnel of fire and harmony of heat
itself.
I caught up to the Devil, and together we reached the
end of this tunnel to see the clouds ahead whirlpooling far below us.
Stars flew out from the sky and funneled down the whirlpool. The
Devil stood still and held out an arm to stop me. We watched every
star fall into the vortex.
Lightning hit the aperture, and all
movement stopped in the universe’s fear reaction.
Five figures
rose together from the center of the whirlpool, heads looking up to
the heavens, one arm outstretched above. To call these figures
humanoid would be neither true nor false; their shapes did not
resemble us but their movements and the way they carried themselves
suggested some common evolutionary quirk. All five towered over our
heads, clashes of shadow and color and light and greyscale spread
throughout our fields of vision.
Describing the five figures
challenges me, especially now after the fact, but one looked a
mountain gripping a monolith sword, one looked a long ferocious beast
with a thousand eyes, one looked a staircase rising into infinity,
one looked a pair of black and white fireballs soaring around, and
one looked a river of some roaring unknown black ooze. They did not
see us, only scanned the galactic neighborhood with some semblance of
elegance before setting out to look around further. Grand chords
played on, now met by juxtaposing melodies from the fireballs and the
river.
The mountain spoke, uttering noises that shook space
itself.
The tunnel of lava behind us fell into the abyss, and
the steam had now formed a thick cloud above even the tallest figure.
It was going to rain.
That is, before three red stars appeared
on the horizon, coming closer and closer faster than the falling
rain.
The universe paused once more, bracing for
impact.
Niggling giggles and mind-terrors flew, one-by-one, into
the playing field. Each one stopped on a dime just short of the five
titanic figures. These new beings, I could not see but could rather
deduce what they didn’t look like. Whatever they were, they were
strangers.
One stranger uttered something resembling a chuckle
and then proceeded to fly into the river, splashing a fountain of
black ooze into the air. The Devil stood back a bit, and so I did
too.
The ooze covered every titan, and the mountain roared in
pain. Cracks appeared, and each figure split into five smaller
beings. Everything fled. Everyone vanished. And the strangers were
nowhere to be found.
In the empty void of prehistoric quiet, it
finally began to rain.
I shrugged. The Devil looked at me with
annoyance and asked,
---Did none of that worry
you?
--Well, forgive me for not reacting
exactly the way you intended. Mind telling me what it is I was
seeing, let alone what I’m supposed to be worried about?
---You really don’t know?
He paused and looked at the
‘ground,’ hands on his hips, then muttered:
---Right, of course you don’t; I keep forgetting you’re not
Tiresias.
I ignored that remark.
He looked at the vortex
before us and raised his arms.
---Behold, the
origin of your planet! What you just saw were.. what the fuck did
people call them, Trimurti? I know the Coyote was in there somewhere.
Or was it? You guys have a lot of mythology. He waved his hands in
dismissal before continuing: Whatever, the Coyote was one of those
guys you saw. Ptah was out there too. I don’t know all their names,
okay?
--‘Ptah.’ So they were us? The big
titan guys were us?
---‘Titan,’ yeah, that
was another word for it. They’re the guys who became us. Or I mean,
that was some of them. Long story. Point is, this is when we first
settled here.
I looked around at the starless night and the
mass-less atmosphere.
--You guys sure got
here early.
---We like to attend the midnight
release.
--And what about those other
things?
---I think–
he paused to look
in the direction they’d come from–
---that
one's beyond even us.
We stood there a while, the Devil lost in
thought and I trying to take in the scenery. Eventually he started
walking back the way we came, and I tagged along, not exactly
desiring to stay in the land before time.
--So
there’s no way to choose where the Doors take us? You didn’t
choose to take me here?
---No. Our destination
is entirely random.
Before we left through our entry Door, I
heard more chords so I turned and watched the rain increase in
ferocity. Far away, hovering above the centre of the vortex, I
thought I saw a blue figure watching in all directions with
curiosity. No emotion. Just endless curiosity.”)