What the -?

You may have seen my last post. If not, here's the gist: "Dontletthelightstakeme". Now that may be "Don't let the light stake me" but my money's on "Don't let the lights take me". Now, I don't remember posting that and there's still a chance I didn't, but knowing these Fears and Fear-Related-Entities as I do odds are I really did post that. This, as you can imagine, raises some questions. What are these "lights"? Why do I not wish for them to take me? Why can I not remember writing that post (If I did in fact write it)? And why was I so totally unable to write a coherent post on the subject?

Now I know for you probably some time has passed. But for me it's only been a couple of days since those White Walkers as I've come to know them were drifting around my temporary place of residence. I'm still staying here as I have found no better place and it's doubtful I'd be able to survive for very long out in the blizzarded wilderness. So I'll be staying here indefinitely, for as long as it is safe and I do not know what is necessary to complete this challenge.

So here I am. In a burnt out building in a burnt out village in a cold and desolate artificial universe where I am nothing more than a plaything to an Entity described as Unknown compared to the Fears themselves with some unusual mind-control/amnesia blog-posting and mysterious ghost-people and completely unknown and apparently mind-shatteringly terrifying "lights".

That sums it up nicely. Well, the summing is done nicely, what is summed is most certainly not nice.

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Surviving

They did nothing, the moving humanoids. They drifted around outside in the snowy night air for hours and kept me awake. They just slid around eerily, like ghosts or something. I could occasionally hear some chattering sound, like rocks being scraped together. I think they were talking. I never got a clear look at them but they were definitely humanoid, darkly coloured (ie. grey/black) and can apparently float or at least move very "slidily" as the snowy wind concealed any legs were they present.

I sat there all night with a long chunk of rafter in my hands, waiting for them to make the move they never made. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I'm cold, I'm hungry, I'm tired, I'm scared and, well, I'm alone. Just me with no help. No one coming to save me. Probably no one else in this entire...what did they call it...a page? No one else but these "things" and maybe the Glitch might rear his ugly head again.

Speaking of which, these "Challenges". How exactly am I supposed to beat this one? The obvious failure is death, but what's success. Survival? But I'm already alive. What am I supposed to survive, or for how long? Do I have to go somewhere? Fight something? Come to some fucking emotional realisation? WHAT?!

What. Do. I. Do?

Over the Horizon

I set out with my pack of "stuff" over the frozen tundra outside the cave. Over the snow, leaving deep footsteps in my wake that would soon be covered by the wind. It wasn't the worst wind there could be, a blizzard had come during the night, I set off right after it had passed. In comparison this was a mild cold and the wind only just picked up lairs of snow to wash it over the plains in curtains of white. It was a minor incline to the horizon, and it took me only a few minutes to reach it and see the source of the orange light I saw last night and was hoping would be my salvation.

It was civilisation. The key-word being "was". It was now a burnt husk of buildings and ramshackle huts. It was still smoking and I could feel the warmth radiating from the wood, how any heat could survive in this place I don't know, but apparently fire had managed to last long enough to consume the structure of this village. I managed to find the most intact of the cabins to set up camp, setting a few of those flammable mushrooms I mentioned on the ground and scraping a couple rocks together feebly for a few minutes before a spark managed to survive and ignite the fungus. It won't last long, but it warms me up after the journey in the biting wind.

And now I sit here, in the remains of this house, typing away at my laptop to keep you all appraised of my situation. I'm not sure why. Certainly there's better things to be doing than updating a blog, like I've just realised that these buildings are made of wood and would make far better fuel than a bunch of mildly flammable fungi. I blame the Rake. Him and his compulsion. Oh and his evil deeds and horrible murderousness. The Rake really sucks. All the Fears do, and whatever the hell the Glitch is. But you probably know that if you've ever read anything that relates to the Fears. And if you have you have probably also encountered one or two and know that saying the Fears "suck" is a ridiculous understatement. I could probably come up with a better insult but my mind is cold.

I'm going to go and- There's something moving outside! I can't get a proper view of it, it looks humanoid but that means squat in this world. Whatever this world is. I should probably go now, there's some wood that should act as a hefty weapon. They're coming closer.

A Few Days Later

Yeah, that happened. It seems this time-screw works both ways. It really HAS been days since last time I posted, but apparently it's been like 10 minutes for you. I just can't this place, man. Okay, catch-up.

Good News: I found an exit!
Bad News: It's frozen wasteland as far as the eye can see out there.
Good News: There's light over the horizon.
Bad News: It's really really cold!

It took ages to find that exit, it took up most of my time since last post. I marked the tunnels I've used with bio-luminescent mushrooms, checking each one in turn, making out a nice map of the place. Until I finally found a tunnel that leads outside. Lots and lots of snow all over the place out there.

I've packed up some food in my laptop bag, and I'm holding my laptop in my coat. My clothes really isn't suited for hiking across endless tundras. But if that orange light over the hill is from some sort of civilised settlements (Because I'm just THAT LUCKY!) than I should be able to make it before I freeze. I've got some stones for starting a fire and flammable mushrooms (After days in a cave you start experimenting) that I really don't feel safe eating to keep me warm during my journeys.

Wish me luck! I honestly have no clue how long it will be before my next post.

Wait...What?

So I found some food. If you can call it that. A little underground pool with some luminous plantlife around it. Really beautiful and serene and tranquil and all that. A nice supply of water and food that hasn't killed me yet. Now you may have noticed that I started looking a few days ago. Did I only find it now, or why didn't I post sooner? Well, I noticed that too. It's been 4 hours since my last post. Yep, it's true.

A few days in a few hours. This place is seriously screwed up. I hate this place! This place sucks! Well, the beautiful and serene and tranquil pool is pretty nice. I guess it ain't all bad. I guess I always liked being on my own, but having no basic services doesn't really suit me. Sure I can watch stuff online, so I don't really need TV. But I'd really like a toilet, y'know, one that isn't also my only source of water. And food, proper food.

And it's only getting colder. I guess that may be a good sign, that I'm nearing an exit. But do I really want to find an exit, if it's only going to be colder outside. Who knows if there's even civilisation anywhere nearby. I guess I should at least try. I'll mark my progress through the cave so I don't get lost. I definitely want to be able to find my way back here.

Wish me luck, I may not see you for days!

Fuuuuuuuuuck!

Glitch! I know you have something to do with this! The night I had my encounter with that Mar idiot in my last post I go to sleep and wake up almost a month later in a fucking cave with nothing but the clothes on my back and a laptop with seemingly unlimited charge because for some reason Fears and all associated organisations are fucking obsessed with blogging!

This place is completely black with only the laptop screen as light. The rocks are grey and icy and it is fucking cold! I mean, the Cold Boy's Chill was one thing but this is actual coooooold. I bet this has something to do that Tale Weaver bastard too, the guy who replaced the guy who ran those challenges, the Game Master. I've seen the blogs! He's...'acquaintances' with the Glitch. From what I've read they don't seem awfully fond of each other.

Whatever the case, I'm still stuck in this cave. I've explored around and I haven't found an exit yet, but its a large cave system and hopefully it'll offer me some escape. Or at least some food, I am really hungry. God damn it now that I think of it I am really really hungry, I'm going to see if this cave has a McDonald's or...maybe some appetizing moss. Yum.

Chris Wilson out.