I can explain my long silence. You see, I have been REALLY busy this past week. I've been there, my friends. The glass city. I rode the skyway and I went there. It is amazing in close-up.
I've learned so much! For starters, this idea-world has a name! A really stupid, generic fantasy name! I learned this because in the city, the audio seems to kick in and I can hear what the ram-people are saying. They speak a made-up language that my own audio programs cannot link to any existing tongue, though they suggest it might be Basque, or perhaps ancient Akkadian, or maybe Cherokee. Still, I can recognize speech patterns, and I know what they call their world. It sounds like "Arkenesia."
Blue rejects that name. It is the name an insufferable nerd would give to his self-created Dungeons & Dragons world that he's planning to sell and make lots of money on, even though it's obviously just a mash-up of Lord of the Rings, Mass Effect, and Kingdom Hearts with slightly different names for everything. From now on, I will be calling the world "Nerdvana." I know this is not an original joke, but it's utterly appropriate. This world is beautiful and awe-inspiring, but so....damn.....geeky.
The clockwork computer system runs throughout the city, and there are many stations where I might use it. I plan to set up a new Church in the city itself, because although it's fun to ride the skyway, I'd rather not go there and back every time I want to use my hardware. And as I've said, it gets tiring, acting independently in both worlds at once.
I'll have to be super-careful, because I've lost all doubt that the creator of "Arkenesia" is here in this city. Everything is more vivid here, more real, less virtual postcard and more actual, senses-engaging World with a capital W. The creator will be at the very hub of the realness. And I don't want to meet him, mainly because he (or she, though I'm betting on he) will probably not react well to the sight of another real-life person in his idea-world, and also because I might have to beat him down and make him taste the curb for being such a nerd.
You know what the ram-people use as transportation here in the city? Fucking hoverboards and goddamned flying dinosaurs. Hooray, Dinotopia just knocked up Square-Enix! And, god dammit, I really fucking want one of those hoverboards. REALLY FUCKING WANT ONE.
AAAARGH.
--Blue Was Here
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Ia Ia Blue Fhtaghn
Cthulhu.
Maybe the Elder Gods are behind all this. Somehow, though, Blue has always pictured anything Elder God-related as existed in a state of such unbridled horribilosity that to even conceive of it would make your eyeballs turn to oatmeal and leak from your skull. Blue's eyeballs are not a breakfast edible.
Blue is very high.
Stay tuned for my thrilling adventures as I RIDE THE SKY-CAR/SKYWALK THING OVER THE OCEAN AND INTO THE CITY OF GLASS, UNDER THE GIANT PALM FRONDS, BLAH BLAH BLAHAAAHHHHH
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Back In Blue Goes
I've been working nonstop to get my boxes back up and running. Damage wasn't as bad as I'd feared. I had to drop some funds on a couple new items, but I know people who can get me stuff in a hurry. Illegally, of course. Cough cough, pretend you didn't hear.
I'm back. I've recovered and I'm back. This time, I went in very cautiously, which turned out to be wise. My entry point, the skyway station, still has people in it. As before, they just ignore me. I was prepared this time, and I've just been studying them as they move here and there, mouths moving in silent speech. They're beautiful, in a Tolkien kind of way. Orange-tinted skin, pale eyes, pale clothes. Most of them have large, curling ram's horns, and sometimes I see one with two sets of horns, one smaller set peeking from beneath the larger. Physically perfect, every one. Typical. I'm more and more convinced that the Idea-World's creator is some kind of nerd. Probably has a whole harem of ram-people.
I was worried because I've been using the clockwork computer here, and since it appears to be for public use...well, now there's a public to use it. However, no one has challenged my using it. People stand around and wait for me to finish, but when I don't, they just wander off after awhile. No one seems angry, stressed, sad, or anything. These people are boring. Pretty, but boring.
I wonder what they see when the look at me.
My guess is that the Idea-World's creator is currently hanging out in the nearby glass city beneath the giant ferns. Part of me wants to go there. I mean, I was gonna anyway once I got the hang of moving independently within each of the two worlds. It's riskier, now that the Creator is apparently there. But if I can keep my head down, keep from being noticed by him or her....because it doesn't matter if any of the ram-people see me. Unless....unless they get more complex the closer I get to the Creator. What if they get complex enough to see I'm different, not from around here?
I'll have to proceed with caution.
The Idea-World is doing the jittery thing again, which freaks me out because it makes me remember the thing I saw right before the people appeared. Guess I should mention that, even though thinking on it still frightens me. All I can do is hope it was some sort of hallucination on my part.
There was this violent jitter, as if the whole Idea was coming unraveled. Everything sort of flicked and spazzed-out, and within a second, all the ram-people appeared around me. But for a heartbeat in the interim, I saw.....a different place. Jagged, black crystals, taller than a human being, growing in strange clumps all around. A place of glistening daggers. What really scared me, what made my heart almost jump out of my chest, was that the black shards were all around me......and above me. Pointing at me from every single direction. As if I were in the razor-sharp heart of a geode.
Jesus, what WAS that I saw?
--Blue Was Here
I'm back. I've recovered and I'm back. This time, I went in very cautiously, which turned out to be wise. My entry point, the skyway station, still has people in it. As before, they just ignore me. I was prepared this time, and I've just been studying them as they move here and there, mouths moving in silent speech. They're beautiful, in a Tolkien kind of way. Orange-tinted skin, pale eyes, pale clothes. Most of them have large, curling ram's horns, and sometimes I see one with two sets of horns, one smaller set peeking from beneath the larger. Physically perfect, every one. Typical. I'm more and more convinced that the Idea-World's creator is some kind of nerd. Probably has a whole harem of ram-people.
I was worried because I've been using the clockwork computer here, and since it appears to be for public use...well, now there's a public to use it. However, no one has challenged my using it. People stand around and wait for me to finish, but when I don't, they just wander off after awhile. No one seems angry, stressed, sad, or anything. These people are boring. Pretty, but boring.
I wonder what they see when the look at me.
My guess is that the Idea-World's creator is currently hanging out in the nearby glass city beneath the giant ferns. Part of me wants to go there. I mean, I was gonna anyway once I got the hang of moving independently within each of the two worlds. It's riskier, now that the Creator is apparently there. But if I can keep my head down, keep from being noticed by him or her....because it doesn't matter if any of the ram-people see me. Unless....unless they get more complex the closer I get to the Creator. What if they get complex enough to see I'm different, not from around here?
I'll have to proceed with caution.
The Idea-World is doing the jittery thing again, which freaks me out because it makes me remember the thing I saw right before the people appeared. Guess I should mention that, even though thinking on it still frightens me. All I can do is hope it was some sort of hallucination on my part.
There was this violent jitter, as if the whole Idea was coming unraveled. Everything sort of flicked and spazzed-out, and within a second, all the ram-people appeared around me. But for a heartbeat in the interim, I saw.....a different place. Jagged, black crystals, taller than a human being, growing in strange clumps all around. A place of glistening daggers. What really scared me, what made my heart almost jump out of my chest, was that the black shards were all around me......and above me. Pointing at me from every single direction. As if I were in the razor-sharp heart of a geode.
Jesus, what WAS that I saw?
--Blue Was Here
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Blue Recovers
Spent the last two days at Comet's place, just taking deep breaths and not doing anything computer-related. Normally I start getting fidgety and irritable when I'm away from my hardware, my Church, for too long. But Comet with her hot herb tea, her shoulder rubs and campy ways, she's a marvel.
Comet. I don't accumulate friends easily, but Comet and I just found each other and stuck like glue. We met in a chat room when I was going through this whole sexual identity crisis that I'm not gonna get into. How awesome to hit it off with someone who lives in the same city. Back then, Comet's name was Miguel and he was a he. For awhile, we were....not really an item, but friends with benefits. When Miguel became Comet, got the surgeries and strapped on the stilettos for good, I just went with it.
I have come to realize that I am basically pansexual. Like, sex for me has to be judged on a person-to-person basis, and gender is seconday. Miguel was my first boy, but Comet was not my first girl.
Now we don't see each other as much, but Comet is always there, a haven draped in sequins. And if she ever needs help, I will be there for her. I don't care if I've penetrated the heart of the Idea-World and met Jesus himself. I will apologize to the Lamb as I unplug and go running to Comet's rescue.
Comet does not know about Blue's adventures. No one does. Some things are beyond even trusted friends. Also, Blue would sound so damn loony.
I'm about ready to go back into the Idea-World. Maybe the people will be gone, erased as the world's creator moves elsewhere. If not, I must be ready for them. But I have done this before.
Sipping tea, eating ginger biscuits, watching old, incredibly racist Loony Tunes. Me and Comet in her warm little box of healing.
--Blue Was Here
Comet. I don't accumulate friends easily, but Comet and I just found each other and stuck like glue. We met in a chat room when I was going through this whole sexual identity crisis that I'm not gonna get into. How awesome to hit it off with someone who lives in the same city. Back then, Comet's name was Miguel and he was a he. For awhile, we were....not really an item, but friends with benefits. When Miguel became Comet, got the surgeries and strapped on the stilettos for good, I just went with it.
I have come to realize that I am basically pansexual. Like, sex for me has to be judged on a person-to-person basis, and gender is seconday. Miguel was my first boy, but Comet was not my first girl.
Now we don't see each other as much, but Comet is always there, a haven draped in sequins. And if she ever needs help, I will be there for her. I don't care if I've penetrated the heart of the Idea-World and met Jesus himself. I will apologize to the Lamb as I unplug and go running to Comet's rescue.
Comet does not know about Blue's adventures. No one does. Some things are beyond even trusted friends. Also, Blue would sound so damn loony.
I'm about ready to go back into the Idea-World. Maybe the people will be gone, erased as the world's creator moves elsewhere. If not, I must be ready for them. But I have done this before.
Sipping tea, eating ginger biscuits, watching old, incredibly racist Loony Tunes. Me and Comet in her warm little box of healing.
--Blue Was Here
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
This is bad. I can't be high right now. This is...this is bad.
I panicked. I panicked and I pulled the plug. Probably did some damage to my hardware, to the connection. But I couldn't help it. It just happened. One minute I was alone in the Idea-World, and the next...
I've been trying to calm down. Not easy, not at all. It was really bad for awhile. I took some Uppers earlier today. Normally I try to avoid that kind of level of substance. I've been getting cocky, and practicing independent movement in the different worlds wears you down. I should've been on the lookout. Not that I would've seen this coming, but still....
The Idea-World, the part that I've been spending my time in, has people. Lots of people. I said that I was at this station for the skywalk/cablecar thing that they apparently use for transportation. Up until now, it's been just me, all alone in a quiet world. Which is good, because as I said, people means the creator of the Idea-World is near. They all just appeared around me. I turned and there was a line of them waiting to use the wooden clockwork computer. That's when I panicked.
They didn't seem to find me unusual. That fits with what things were like back in the first Idea-World. I assume that the people aren't real, that whatever engine makes the world also makes its inhabitants. I mean, how else do you explain that the whole world's basically on screensaver mode except for the part where the creator happens to be? I am a parasite, something that doesn't belong, but the world seems to just accept this. The people don't talk, either. They pantomime talking, but no sound comes out. I guess only the ones within earshot of the creator create actual audio. He or she walks in a bubble of interactivity, the world growing progressively more simplistic and barren the farther away you get from him or her.
What do the Idea-World's people look like? Well, like I said, I panicked. So I only got glimpses. But they seem to have very tan, almost orange skin. They wear light, airy clothing in pale shades. And they have horns. I think. They looked like ram's horns, but maybe that was just on some of the people. Males, maybe? Very World of Warcraft, all in all.
I'm calmer now; writing this down helps. But still buzzed, still jittery. There's something else I saw. Something I glimpsed, right before the people appeared around me. It's not something I've ever seen before, in this Idea-World or the first one. I don't want to think too much about it....the drugs are messing with me and I might go to a really bad place in my head. Can't have that now.
Need to think. I'm going to stay out of the Idea-World for a bit, stick with the boring old Real World. I need to check my hardware and plan things out. If the creator of the Idea-World is close, than I CANNOT BE FOUND OUT BY THEM. I truly believe that the first Idea-World was wiped from existence because of me. Because its creator realized I was there. And that shattered things.
Shattered. Giant black crystals over my head, coming together to form a
No. Don't. Later. Not now, later.
--Blue Was Here
I panicked. I panicked and I pulled the plug. Probably did some damage to my hardware, to the connection. But I couldn't help it. It just happened. One minute I was alone in the Idea-World, and the next...
I've been trying to calm down. Not easy, not at all. It was really bad for awhile. I took some Uppers earlier today. Normally I try to avoid that kind of level of substance. I've been getting cocky, and practicing independent movement in the different worlds wears you down. I should've been on the lookout. Not that I would've seen this coming, but still....
The Idea-World, the part that I've been spending my time in, has people. Lots of people. I said that I was at this station for the skywalk/cablecar thing that they apparently use for transportation. Up until now, it's been just me, all alone in a quiet world. Which is good, because as I said, people means the creator of the Idea-World is near. They all just appeared around me. I turned and there was a line of them waiting to use the wooden clockwork computer. That's when I panicked.
They didn't seem to find me unusual. That fits with what things were like back in the first Idea-World. I assume that the people aren't real, that whatever engine makes the world also makes its inhabitants. I mean, how else do you explain that the whole world's basically on screensaver mode except for the part where the creator happens to be? I am a parasite, something that doesn't belong, but the world seems to just accept this. The people don't talk, either. They pantomime talking, but no sound comes out. I guess only the ones within earshot of the creator create actual audio. He or she walks in a bubble of interactivity, the world growing progressively more simplistic and barren the farther away you get from him or her.
What do the Idea-World's people look like? Well, like I said, I panicked. So I only got glimpses. But they seem to have very tan, almost orange skin. They wear light, airy clothing in pale shades. And they have horns. I think. They looked like ram's horns, but maybe that was just on some of the people. Males, maybe? Very World of Warcraft, all in all.
I'm calmer now; writing this down helps. But still buzzed, still jittery. There's something else I saw. Something I glimpsed, right before the people appeared around me. It's not something I've ever seen before, in this Idea-World or the first one. I don't want to think too much about it....the drugs are messing with me and I might go to a really bad place in my head. Can't have that now.
Need to think. I'm going to stay out of the Idea-World for a bit, stick with the boring old Real World. I need to check my hardware and plan things out. If the creator of the Idea-World is close, than I CANNOT BE FOUND OUT BY THEM. I truly believe that the first Idea-World was wiped from existence because of me. Because its creator realized I was there. And that shattered things.
Shattered. Giant black crystals over my head, coming together to form a
No. Don't. Later. Not now, later.
--Blue Was Here
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