FRIDAY MAY 27TH, 2011
(In Blackpool)

12:07 AM
We found a little cottage by the roadside. We’re hiding.

12:10 AM
The man ran past the house, and we haven’t seen him since.
His face. His face was an endless sea of eyes.
I looked into his face, I looked down an impossibly long ocean. Eyes were every wave.
If Donnie wasn’t there to get me out of there, I don’t know what would have happened.
She said I was screaming. I don’t remember screaming.

12:12 AM
Donnie wants to get some sleep now. She says it doesn’t seem safe to walk at night.
I’m not sure if I want to sleep. I’m not sure if I’ll get any.

5:39 AM
Okay, fine, I slept MISTRESS
WRITING WRITING YES MA’AM. Um.. I dreamt of attending a Dream Theater concert, except all the band members had strings attached. All the crowd members were standing, staring, brain-dead. None of them had strings. They looked to be learning.
Mistress is here now. She’s sitting on me like usual. She says it gets me to talk more. She says it gets me happier. She’s right.
Mistress has always been right.
"I'm glad you obeyed. I didn't want to punish you. You have potential. You might give me some leverage, I can use you to convince the doubters that it is, in fact, in their best interests to just do what I say. Maybe I can even use you to beat all the stubborn ones into a bloody pulp."
Uh. o_o;; Can you answer something, Mistress?
..she stretched her legs onto the side of my head. "Proceed."
Can I ask you about the rabbit holes? Do you know... what the rabbit holes are? Why people don't want us going down them? Like, why they really don't.
"Mm.. they're the cause of all of this. The red sky, the monsters, everyone losing their minds. People don't want to go down them because they are scary. Not all of them. But they take you to some scary places. And…"
And?
"They're growing."
o:
"Okay, enough talking, and enough writing! It's time for your reward."

7:12 AM
Mistress is gone.
…maybe she really isn’t anything to fear.
So why do I still feel wrong?

7:13 AM
Donnie’s up now. She told me to get ready; we’re resuming our long trek in a few minutes.

7:18 AM
On the road again! Yay! We’ll spend all day walking this time; Mistress didn’t give me any orders.

7:27 AM
It’s a nice sunny day today. :D Donnie looks well-rested for once, except for the bags under her eyes.

7:48 AM
We’re nearing Stafford, I think. At least, I saw it on a sign. I don’t know Stafford, but I remember seeing it on Google Maps. So that’s something.

8:03 AM
spidercat
Spidercat, further down the road.
Oh my god spidercat.
God it’s so freaky oh my god look at those legs.
Donnie’s got way better legs than that.
Hell, even Mistress has better legs than that, and she’s made of wood. I think.
Those legs are a disgrace to legs everywhere, Mister Spidercat.
I’m going to kill you just because your legs suck.

8:05 AM
There, I killed it.
Just because its legs sucked.

8:38 AM
Is that what I think it is is that what I think it is is that what I fucking think it is
CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR IT’S A PERFECTLY FINE CAR
TURN IT ON TURN IT ON

8:40 AM
IT ACTUALLY WORKS.
Donnie says she doesn’t know how to drive. Neither do I, but that didn’t stop me. And hell, it isn’t stopping me now! …I shouldn’t write while driving, fuck.

9:01 AM
FUCK IT I’M WRITING THIS IS AWESOME OH MY GOD WE’RE MAKING AMAZING PROGRESS

9:24 AM
I JUST RAN OVER A ZOMBIE AND IT WAS AWESOME.

9:47 AM
OH MY GOD THAT’S A BIG ONE
SHITSHITSHITSHIT BRAAAAKES BRAAKES C’MON HIT THE BRAKES

9:50 AM
We’re driving. Slowly. Donnie’s got it as I can’t seem to drive slowly.
Oh god. The Big One is so near. It’s just to the left. It seems to not have noticed us, though.

9:51 AM
Motherfucking suspense.

9:53 AM
OH GOD ITS HAND…was.. right there.

9:54 AM
We made it. We passed the Big One.
Fuck yes.

9:55 AM
We’re gonna switch places again now so I can go fast and get us there fast. ‘Cause I’m cool like that.
FUCK HONKED THE HORN
OH GOD THE BIG ONE
Good thing I’m driving, then. >W>

9:58 AM
OH MY GOD IT’S STILL CHASING US THAT FUCKER’S PRETTY PERSISTENT

10:01 AM
GONE. THE BIG ONE. IS GONE.
.fsi0csfjf….Donnie just kissed me oh my god journal Donnie just kissed me.
Not on the cheek. On the lips, motherfucker.
….god yes

10:13 AM
That road sign. It said “Blackpool.” We’re nearly there.
Good fucking god, we’re nearly there.

10:17 AM
I recognize some of this shit. I used to go to Blackpool on holiday a lot as a kid. I know this place.
Fuck, I love Blackpool.

10:24 AM
We’re coming up to a hill. At the top of this hill, we should be able to see all of Blackpool.

10:25 AM
That’s a lot of zombies.
Taking this bit slowly. Our priority is to find the troper house, and nothing more.
Though “Don’t die” sounds pretty important, too. Just saw that written on a wall.

10:35 AM
Looking for a certain address is always the most boring bit, isn’t it?

10:42 AM
Look at all those zombies. They’re absolutely everywhere. They don’t seem to have noticed our car, or at least.. don’t seem to care. Like so many of the zombies we've seen. The most one will ever do is follow us with its head, maybe stagger towards us and shove us away, but that's been it so far.

11:00 AM
…this is the neighbourhood, alright.

11:03 AM
This is the house. Is this the house? I’d honk my horn, but that doesn’t sound like a good idea in this context.
Wait. Someone’s at the front window. It’s a man; he’s waving at us.
This is the place.

11:04 AM
I just realized, we're going through a street packed with zombies.
Donnie’s going first.

11:07 AM
motherfucker she made it, my turn

11:09 AM
Niiiice zombies. Don’t.. don’t worry about me. Just walk.

11:10 AM
KEEP THE DOOR OPEN YOU BASTARDS

11:11 AM
Oh my god I made it. The door’s slammed shut.

12:30 PM
Donnivan and I have settled down; the tropers have a spare room for us both to sleep in. …one bed. >W> Though we can only have the room as long as I don’t write their names in my journal. So they’re “troper male 1 and 2.”
Oh well, I’ve never slept with a girl before. :D I want it to be nighttime already!

3:18 PM
I asked about the zombies outside. Troper 1 said they don’t try to bother us. They don’t know where the zombies came from, though, nor why they came here. I mentioned how London was completely deserted, except for the zombies staring at us from in the stores on Trafalgar Square. He said he didn’t know why that was.
I was kinda expecting more answers from tropers. I mean, tropers are known for being precise and knowing, a tight community. Then again, I’m a troper. If I didn’t know it, I guess there's no reason they would have, either.
Guess this is still a mystery to everyone.

5:54 PM
I haven’t been to Blackpool in forever. I might take a walk soon.

6:02 PM
Oh my god, dinner, the tropers are serving dinner. Shepherd’s pie and Yorkshire pudding. Oh god, yes please.

6:37 PM
Going for a walk now. Troper 2 reminded me to bring my guitar. Pfft, I’ve come all the way here from the south of England, and they don’t think I know well enough to always keep Tiger Stripes close?
..where did I put it, actually THERE let's just go.

6:50 PM
Coming up to the central pier.

7:29 PM
Hiding. Restaurant bathroom. Made sure it was the mens’ bathroom this time.
It.. it was huge. It was coming out of the ocean. It looked like a giant tentacle.
I think it might have been Cthulhu.
Did Cthulhu have tentacles? God, I’ve never read Lovecraft; I have no idea. I just know of Metallica’s Lovecraftian songs.

7:31 PM
I’m scared to open this stall oh my god, I keep expecting someone to trip me over.

7:32 PM
Nobody tripped me, nobody’s here. But I can hear something out there, probably the Cthulhu thing. I’m gonna peek.

7:35 PM
The water’s empty, as far as I can see. The zombies are all gathering to the beach. I’m gonna run back to the troperhouse when I get a good opening.

7:41 PM
RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN NOW NOW NOW

7:59 PM
Made it oh my god.

8:06 PM
I have no idea what the fuck all that was about. So now the seas aren’t safe either. How the hell are these tropers still alive? Do the zombies really just not care?
Fuck, I’m tired. It’s been a long day. It’s been a long week.

9:40 PM
We spoke. About stuff. In the living room. I should have expected this, but they asked a lot of questions about me and what used to be my home life. I guess this week’s taken my mind off of those old worries.
I brought up the tentacle I saw. Troper 2 told me about it. He said, whatever it is, it’s definitely not Cthulhu. “We don’t know what it does, but we think it’s controlling the zombies around here.” Wonderful. So stay out of the water.
I’m kicking back in the guest room with Donnie. I put Muse’s Origin of Symmetry on; I was in the mood for some “Citizen Erased.” Donnie seems to not hate them. I love that girl.

10:14 PM
The zombies are all standing outside our house. They’re staring inside.
Tiger Stripes, give me strength.

11:00 PM
All the zombies have gone.
FuckerMother

11:11 PM
I WISH I HAD A GIRLFRIEND I WISH I HAD A GIRLFRIEND I WISH I HAD A GIRLFRIEND
..ahem

11:36 PM
Hitting the hay. …oh god I get the side by the wall. .w.

(Attached: "Blackpool, named for fuck knows what anymore now that most forms of record have been eradicated-- why do you think we're all writing here? we're mere void voices anymore-- the first of-- uh. The second of many-- uh. The third of many eldritch towns Jordan shall pass through, the first two of course being Hell and London, respectively. While he writes very sparse descriptions of his locations, certainly this early on, at least he writes the names down. That's more than I can say for a lot of older historical documents. But that kid still could have written more descriptions. What do we actually know about Blackpool, besides what ends up happening there? It's a town by the sea? It has a tower and a restaurant in it? There's also a marketplace? Okay, great. Let's go take a vacation, I'm sold. ..then again, I'd rather go there than stay here every day.")