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November 30, 2025 · 3:09 pm

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“You know, I’m kind of tired of all this, Wendy of hot dog restaurant fame. I think I’m going home. I think I’m going over to Nada’s tonight instead of staying here. I think I’m… leaving.”

But Wendy didn’t care. Wendy was merely a stand in for another. Again.

—–

—–

“How was Little Hell today, Philip?” Frank asked while they were gathered together once more around the dining table at suppertime. Or thereabouts. Frank just assumed he wouldn’t go to Heaven. The 2, upper level doors to his high castle in the skies labelled such don’t naturally swing that way for him, being an Id figure and all. Disposable by the end (of the game) as stated.

“Oh. The usual. Think I’m going down to the coast tonight for my r&r, though. See if Nada is still hanging around Lexi’s place.”

“Good idea.” Mouse was absent from the castle too, having gone back to the Amazon’s cement pond to confer with Pansy about more YouTube Poop possibilities. He knows now that the rest of New England is key for the movement of the main castle down through the states (of consciousness?). Now maybe Frank can enjoy a little peace and quiet about the place. Maybe time to call up Daisy, ask her how her day’s been at the bar. And remind her of that *third* date. Because tonight, he felt, was the night, Miss Mistletoe 2025 and her waiting lips being more a distant thought than ever. He knew about her real life Nigerian origins with the mother priestess and all, and her continuation of that ancestral calling in virtual Rodentia. He knew that the father had something directly to do with the out-of-this-world Non she wanted to develop, and why she came to Jeogeot’s only inland sea of Nawt Vaya in the first place. She’d heard about the alcoholic sea monster, what issues for the Hole in the Wall it caused. An opening had been revealed. Non-alcohol would be all they could serve, which slotted in perfectly for her plans of Our Second Lyfe dominance in that department. All has been revealed about the family that needs to be. Time for a different kind of revealing, of a more intimate type. Frank was ready. Now the question on his mind is: was Daisy ready for this kind of commitment?

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August 21, 2025 · 8:00 pm

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“Atomic energy,” Newt theorizes about the main way Gaston’s Newton revamped his now deceased older brother Stewart’s sim skipping ship. “Put it at the end of Barry De Boy’s ‘Does This Look Square to You?’ series. Claimed to be named for Isaac Newton but Jasper County’s right below and so instead it should be John.”

“John Newton, twin sergeant to William Jasper during the Battle of Ft. Moutrie in the Civil War,” Newt’s ever-partner Wheeler says more to the reader than anyone, since Newt knows all that. “And Newton County MS being the only county in the state that’s totally square. One Mississippi, two Mississippi — woops. Forgot the zero (!)”

“You finished?” Newt asks from the sacred ottoman under the sacred 4 colors add 4 more. Staring at giant versions of bread and milk on a big tin of perhaps choco chip cookies. Wheeler from the now not as sacred couch was staring at it too.

“Yeah. You go now.”

“I go now,” accepted Newt. “Wellll… we have a problem, a conundrum. We have Marion, Hucka, Philip, Nada, Lexi and probably Greg coming to Nawt Vaya here through that sim skipping ship.”

“Yeah? What’s the problem? They’re *here*. All of them. Except Marion and Hucka it seems.”

“But–”

“No butts. Continue.”

(to be continued)

“OH, I remember what we were going to talk about. This *couch*. And the bread and milk. And the whole location for Crooked.”

“Yeah,” says Newt. “Is this room, this building, actually here in Nawt Vaya, or is it over in Gaston? Could be both of course. But, what I’m asking is…”

“… which one’s more real?”

(to be continued)

“More real there.” Newt pauses. “Did I just skip over the end of the post?

—–

The couch is more comfortable and has more animations.

The bread and milk are normal sized.

The room has more character.

More real there, yeah. We continue….

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May 17, 2025 · 6:52 am

00460608 (What happens in the cornfield…)

Thes butterflies were circling fast around her now. Wheeler had been released, although Douglas technically remains at zero as black becomes white ’round back while white becomes black up front. Erasure (infinity). *When* she wakes up.

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Lake,_Sullivan_County,_New_York

According to local lore, its Native American name was Kauneonga—meaning lake with two wings (the lake has a figure 8 layout resembling wings).

—–

“If I would have told Bob the Builder up front that he had to power to fix The Burg’s infrastructure all along,” she made small talk with him afterwards, “he wouldn’t have believed me. He had to find out for himself.”

Her creation thought about this for a moment — the time lag of the admittance and the unnecessariness of it — then emitted: “Noot. *Logical*.”

“You’re *right,* Douglas. It doesn’t make sense. And that’s why there’s a sphere involved. Black becomes white as white becomes black. Another erasure to match the first.”

She wakes up.

(to be continued)

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February 4, 2025 · 9:09 am

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“Lester, can you hear me, Lester? I’m seeing 6’s and 9’s, just like back in grade school. Where am I, Lester?”

“Oh God, Lester! I’m falling!! Falling into a pit, AHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” Splatt.

“Oh. That wasn’t so bad.” And Philip wakes up fully on his cushioning bed and remembers that he and Lexi have an important meeting with Princess Pinky Gumm at 10:15 over in Juho. Better not be late.

(to be continued)

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November 13, 2024 · 5:05 pm

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“Wild dream, man,” began Frank Lynn to the others, his so-called friends Mikie and Philip Strevor, the great triumvirate of video gaming for this day and age, at least under their truer names and not their newer names created for this here blog and attached photo-novels. “I — get this — was *Chomp* (= Chop). Driving through that repo man’s window you made me do when we first met in that car with you pointing your gun at my head.”

“Yeah, ha,” said Mikie by his side, still by his side but in the right way this time. “I remember.”

“And so I drove it through that big front window — just like we did before — and lo and behold I was there again inside. As me! I was the repo man who owned the car dealership as well as his hired help doing the actual work.”

“Totally f-ed up,” says Philip, shaking his head a bit. “Okay… me,” he quickly shifted.

“*You* had a dream too, dawg?” questioned Frank Lynn, watching Philip try to remember it.

“Well, not as a *dawg*… dawg. But: yeah. I’m always having dreams lately; you know that. So in this one… actually I had a gun pointed at you too Frank.”

“Say whaat?” said Frank Lynn.

“Hmm,” said more suspicious Mikie, sensing a tall tale. Which it indeed was but not in the way he was thinking, as we know from the posts just before this one. Truth Philip is telling. He continues…

“Yeah. Let’s see: way up on top of a building, maybe a mile high even. Way up.” He points up, but only at some trees in this unspecified Lost Sanos location — working on it. “I-I was a monkey; yeah that’s it. Or dressed as a monkey, something. Maybe I just had a monkey’s head. Anyway, for some reason I didn’t pull the trigger — maybe couldn’t get a bead on your own head I was so far away. So I just dropped the gun and jumped — think I jumped.”

“Dawg!”

“Monkey,” corrected Philip, perhaps in a comical way. “But I landed right on a pile of mattresses, soft as um, downy pillows, heh. Or walked out and fell asleep on them. But then that officer came along and woke me up. And I woke up.”

“Wow man, Philip. You crazy!”

“*You* crazy.” He points to Frank as they share a chuckle. Two wild and crazy dreamers.

“Those are great, guys,” issued Mikie between them now, being only partially sarcastic in comparison to his normal, full on version. “Really. Both of you as animals… not far off, actually.”

“Pheh,” one or both of them say back.

“But now it’s *my* turn. I had a dream too as it so happens. Get a load of *this,* guys.”

And then he proceeds to tell them about finding the ring.

(to be continued)

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August 5, 2024 · 3:28 pm

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“Found her, Lichen!” Hiding behind that flamingo, pink for pink. Another revisit of an origin story you’ll notice: Voyageurs, where we all 3 started from. Remember you did that fabulous cow gag where you had me believing Wendy had 4 stomachs when we began studying her? Wonderful!” Fern wanted to encourage and bolster Lichen’s sense of humor as much as possible since she was slated for a stand up gig at Bull’s Bar on the 9th, setting aside her natural sharpness. Or trying to.

That checked off, it was on to the next task. In Washington state. “Keep your eyes peeled for anything giving hints that the energy of Black jumped over here after drying up to continue its existence.” And eventually be shown to the world, she realized while starting up the SIXMILE trail on her bike and thinking about the camera, Lichen right behind her. I’ll remember to give her some lines the next post she’s in, maybe dealing with her bar act (Sorry Lichen!).

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May 2, 2024 · 11:50 am

00420608 (kenbaiki (ticket to ride))

She’d seen enough of Castle Town for now. She was buying a sky ferry ticket back to Kangerootown from whence she came. She’d heard through the grapevine that keyboardist/DJ Okama Majo had returned to his cat house there, taking his own break from Aisle of Palms and the Dream Emulator band he’s part of with classically trained guitarist No Lag V, hog calling kid Don without a last name, and animated singer Shelly Johnston Struthers who has 3 to make up for it and who specializes in Lennon songs like “Strawberry Fields” and “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” and the like. But despite that, Okama named the band, not her. All because of his artistic hero Osamu Sato, so close to his own. Too close. Shelley’s found that out too. “You’re *him*,” she said recently during an acid drop sponsored by LSD, tripping the light fantastic and drawing truth from every corner of the universe, only to forget the vast vast majority of it later, of course. Gray Man works in all dimensions when you’re on that stuff; perpetual darkness. Must – stay – away, she thought to herself afterwards. No more sheets.


on her way!

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January 24, 2024 · 7:51 am

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“So here be your three cornered hat you left behind, Jim Randolph the Bastard Pirate. And your rum.”

“Thanks be to ye Saucy Wendy for being such a good bar wench to me, arrr.”

She smiled, dropped her own fake accent. “Soo, you still heading off into space with that old jalopy outside like you talked about?” She’d watched him sail in on the thing; had her doubts that it was really that seaworthy let alone space-worthy. And so should he.

“Aye, I be doing that very thing still, Saucy Wendy. And…” Dare he ask her to go with him? Too soon? He’d left his hat and his alcohol behind just for this very excuse. To come back and invite her to the stars. Could he go through with it? He’d experienced fierce battles, fierce storms on water. Yet this might be the hardest thing he’d ever done: cold feet on land suddenly; wanting to run away from commitment.

“So, erm, how does all that work exactly?”

He dropped his own fake accent, trying to accustomize himself to land loving ways. “You just aim up instead of forward.” He’d tested it out already. Trouble is, he’d gotten the right creator recommended by fellow pirate and long time mate Black Pearl who he trusted implicitly in the matter of ships, just the wrong vehicle.  She actually meant this…

… while what was waiting outside for him and him alone was this:

The thing never stood a chance. Luckily Saucy Wendy elected to stay behind to start a now famous fast food franchise specializing in hot dogs. Initially.


Jim Randolph’s wrecked ship appearing on Red Dead’s planet…


… along with his tricorn hat and rum.

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November 5, 2023 · 7:27 am

00400608 (Dr. Mouse)

“I know files are your department, Dr. Phile, but I had to make sure this was done correct. See? Come over and look.

“I’ve created 3 files on your computer system, you’ll notice, one for Marsha ‘Pink’ Krakow — that should remain the top one — then one for Shelley Johnston Struthers — think it’s Johnston instead of Johnson… I’ll let you check on that — then a 3rd one for Frankie Beige Brown… or Frankie Brown Beige, whatever. She’s not the important one, or at least the one on top or even in the middle. Put her at the back — we probably won’t be referencing her much except to determine if she’s only *in* there for the gestures or a bit more, perhaps some kind of conscience. And — here’s the trick — we’re going to take those 3 files, front to back as I’ve specified, and then combine them into one overarching file called, I don’t know, let’s say ‘Unknown’ for now. Or maybe file it under ‘Miscellaneous’. Filing is your department and I’ll leave you with the overall labeling on this *3n1*. Yes, I said it. It’s the rarest of rare type of file, you see Dr. Phile. 3 in 1’s don’t come along but, say, every once in 3 years. Or maybe that’s 3 centuries. I’ll let you work it out again. You’re the file doctor,” he deferred for the 3rd time trying not to step on the younger doctor’s toes.

But in pivoting his chair to make a point somewhere, he realizes he’s done just that.

“Oh. *Sorry*.”

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August 30, 2023 · 9:25 am

baddest Brown in the whole damn town

He came into the place and offered his services, saying he was the best in his business. The big boss asks, of what? Cartooning? Yes, that was it, precisely the job Leroy needed to fill. When big Jim *L.* Brown left several years later with his budding comic strip mega-franchise in tow, he took his name and also called the paper that because of the growing fame. “Brownsville Herald” it became from that point on. He: Leroy Brown. There was no other at the time so he was both the best and worst, you see. He could use both descriptions but chose the latter for street cred. Another employee named Jim Crochet Wedding Dress walks into a church and pens a famous song about the decision, expertly marrying word with tune in what turned out to be a long standing relationship indeed, enabling him to quit the roller coaster gig (see: 00390508 exactly one section ago) and work for another as well. Leroy was losing employees good and bad right and left. He needed fresh faces.

Just age eligible Tammy Beige Brown walks over from Home to apply for the post she heard through the grapevine (thanks Raisins!). That *name*, thinks Leroy when she introduced herself and her 3 monikers. She *must* be the new star!

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Tammy wished she’d never put away the canvas in favor of the camera. “Tom Banks at your service,” the company man introduced himself on top of the Brown part of the paper. “I’m here for the shoot.” She gasped as he raised his arm in greeting — old, forgotten memories kicking in — which made him laugh, certainly inappropriate for the scene, Tammy felt. Her palms were sweating, her face was twitching in the nervousness. Continued snickering. The laugh of one with no soul.

“Relax, child, I’m only the photographer,” and then remembered to add calligrapher as he moved toward her to prepare.

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