Inara Seraph said:
Another piece of advice:
Don't trust the journal.
We only want to be entertained.
Following the breeze seems as sane a course of action as anything else. You hardly know anything, so whatever gives you more information about where you are and why is good.
Dance, puppet.
And if this isn't ominous, I don't know the meaning of the word.
Tackyseven said:
Remember people if we want the entertainment to continue we have to keep him alive and arguably healthy so play nice!
what do you call yourself journal holder?
My name's Kurtis. That's about all I trust you with, right now.
Malcolmo said:
The follow the breaze idea sounds like it could work.
Also if you wish to know this entity/personality/whichever term you wish to use calls itself Malcolmo.
Guys you may wish to introduce yourselves.
Uh, hello?
Tackyseven said:
Of course where are my manners?
You can call me Seven
... Seven. I mean, Malcomo at least sounds like a name, but this is a number.
Random832 said:
What kind of evidence would you accept?
Well, it's more like this is a book I picked up off a shelf. My first thought was that the book is sentient somehow, rather than transmitting words between me and several other people. But, I'm willing to believe you guys on this one.
So... you're not from Spacebattles? About half a year ago there were a bunch of incidents of people ending up in various fictional universes with a journal that connected to a forum thread on there. Or, at least, fiction with that as a premise. You yourself may be fictional; I haven't really had any evidence to suggest otherwise, to be honest.
Well, I do hang out at SB from time to time but... Wait a minute. Hold the phone.
Hold the god damn phone.
Are you telling me, that I'm in some kind...
ROB scenario? Those aren't real. They're just stories.
Then again, reality and I aren't exactly getting along too well right now. As rationalizations of the situation go, this one isn't exactly the worst of them. I could always be in a coma.
Well, since you're talking like this isn't SB, where exactly am I transmitting to? And what's it read as 'over there'?
Anyway, I'm Random832 - I'm not going to sign my name to everything, but if what you're saying about us each having different handwriting works out you should be able to tell.
... I'm going to call you Ran. Because 'Random832' works as a username, not practical name.
And Seven? You are now Sven. I am now imagining you as a big, burly Russian dude, with a dark mustache thick enough to pain with.
Biigoh said:
*Snip*
Do not adjust your book.
This is perfectly normal.
There is a simple truth involved here with what you're reading in this journal.
What if we had ideas that could think for themselves?
What if one day our dreams and nightmares no longer needed us?
When these things occur and are held to be true, the time will be upon us. The Time of Tanuki.
~ A tanuki what goes auuu in the night.
But seriously, keep walking calmly into the wind~
What the...
You're fucking with me, aren't you?
Ardion Prosili said:
Bii, the fuck are you doing? Acting like the big shot that you are not will frighten the lad. :/
Glad to see I'm not the only who thinks so.
Huh. Bii + Tanuki = Sounds like Biigoh. Well, at least I've heard of some of you people before. Maybe.
R.A.G. said:
what it comes down to is this:
*snip*
you are likely trapped in a world not your own, which over here is some type of fiction. Wherever you are likely has rules you don't understand, and your only current lifeline is a forum of random people some of whom take entertainment from your struggles. However, at least some of them (arguably most of them) want to see you survive, so listen to the more sensible advice.
-R.A.G.
Thank you Rags, for your remarkably optimistic summation of my situation. At least if I'm connected to the internet, (this is the internet, right?) I can have you guys google stuff for me. Which, given my current locale, may be more or less useless, but sti-
Oh.
Fuck.
There's a piece of wood sticking out of my shoulder. About a foot long, narrow, and the end is feathered. Motherfucker.
I've been shot.
Put pressure on the wound, put pressure on the wound...