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December 2, 2025 · 3:30 pm

00480610 (1st Pierr/)

“You see? You SEE?? Columbine. Revealing strangely bright lit Edward Pierrot coming from the North. He doesn’t know what will backstab him in a minute. Or back *stick* him as in a stab. This is important. This is *crucial*. She should have never opened that door in the wall and neither should we.”

“Simmer down, Mouse,” said Philip Strevor to his oft times housemate, still unable to beat his high score at his best game, NUMBER not to be taken down yet. 28064212. “Just start over at the beginning, pal,” he said while also looking up at the castle’s video feed he just walked in on. Mouse: always jabbering, always theorizing. Until it ends.

“How about the middle,” said Mouse, and then went there.

“The banana moon hangs low in the blue night-sky, yellow-ish or maybe even green-ish, sun nowhere to be shone now,” he describes. “In the shadow made by the walls the stick keeps poking, keeps jabbing, turning him ’round and ’round and eventually gone. Leaving Columbine for…

“…. Harlequin. This is the tragic tale of our Edward, Philip.”

“Edward… Philip?” TBC

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August 23, 2025 · 1:14 pm

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Trying to keep my head above the water.

7 6 posts to go! Will I make it by the end of August?? We’ll return here (MISTY-MO), but probably not in the current photo-novel. Must end with an N, soo… back to Nawt Vaya!

—–

“We’ve halfway lost Greg Ogden; and Philip Strevor, Lexi [insert last name], and Nada New Year are also fading out around the table here. We have to do something, Newt! Nawt Vaya is in peril!

“And finish whatever needs to be done by 7 so we won’t miss any of our TV viewing time!” *click*

—-

Soon Newt manifests high in Frank’s Moving Castle again, far above Wheeler and her vanishing troupe of avatars down in the entrance room. He inserts the magical glass of freshly squeezed lemonade from an unblighted Juho citrus tree he brought along with him into the face of the fire and backs away.

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May 18, 2025 · 1:32 pm

00460610 (deja vu)

She smelled him before she heard him and she heard him before she saw him. Like a dog, yech! Might as well be shite. Bury it like a bad dinner and put a little tombstone on it and call it such. But… she’d seen him before, she’d *been* here before.

This cat who didn’t quite measure up as a person named Guyd.

Long time acquaintance and good enough friend Rebl, although eligible to go in the Mother Ship with the rest, decided to stay behind in the caves as well and matched her eyes accordingly, red and blue to Guyd’s green and yellow. Like Kansas City and St. Louie, like Cleveland and Cincinnatus from yet another state, they became a team major and not minor in nature, a force to be reckoned with. A perfect TILE is another way to put it. Plus, Rebl wanted to stay close to Big Ass Franz down at the bar below them, although she hid this fact from her cat companion. They still formed a pipeline of information.

(to be continued)

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February 6, 2025 · 9:32 am

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Being a poor student at the local public university majoring in psychology, Peter Melanchton often came down here to the roadside ramen shop to get a free hot meal. But he had another reason to sit on this rock and eat his noodles: Shelley Johnston (Johnson?) Struthers, seen here running into that tunnel again. He often daydreamed that she was his girlfriend, and that they would run together through the whole of the Nawt Vaya inland sea, rain or shine.

Today Lexi joined him, and then, after Shelly passed into the tunnel, gave him a good lecture about stalking young girls even though she was actually doing the same here. Hypocrite, then: just wanting to eliminate the competition. Edward was enough. No need for another pretty faced *boy* to enter the picture.

Sufficiently spooked, Peter doubled down on his studies and eventually graduated Summa cum laude from Nawt Vaya State, which means peak of his class. Doing some modelling on the side sufficed to cover the cost of food and amenities after that, no need for free. Too tempting down on that rock overlooking the tunnel entrance. Didn’t want to get a reputation, maybe even attracting the attention of the local police force. All elements of Lexi’s lecture.

—–

Later, Lexi met Philip at the local Slurpies and started bragging about the deed. Philip checked in his red book and saw this had indeed happened but 2 weeks ago. Lexi must have skipped a chapter or two, he figured. He tells her she’s late and that she needs to recalibrate her internal clock. Just then the school bells rang (dong… dong!), signaling graduation of the 2024 class where Peter just gave his Summa cum laude speech. What is happening to time??

(to be continued)

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November 15, 2024 · 2:47 pm

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“‘I kill them,’ he said to me in the dream within the dream. ‘I kill them all.’ All the white people that accepted him, I realized, took him in and away from the shed. I felt horror. I was next!”

“Dawg, *dam*mit!” said Frank Lynn, alone as a listener now and picturing Mikie’s described awful scene in his head.

“But then he was back, just a dummy or something in a shed in the middle of nowhere, the nearby landfill smelling stronger than ever. I realized this was his proper place. I woke up.”

—–

“I think we’ve found our Slaughterhouse,” spoke observing Fern to — probably Billy still, I’m guessing. Yes, there he is.

(to be continued?)

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August 9, 2024 · 6:30 am

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“So as you can see very clearly in the next photo, Ring Lady’s, let’s see, *right* eye begins to form in the middle of the upper central guy’s forehead, obviously scrubbed clean by Kubrick to emphasize this very transition. I’m amazed more Shining researchers haven’t found it.”

“And now we think this woman is a Ryder?” Wheeler to his right tries to clarify in her own head. “As in Winona?”

“Correct,” answers Baker Bloch, the male Baker at the head of the Table, head visible only from the hat up in this angle. The female Baker (Blinker) couldn’t make it — head cold. But Newt was here to his left if with no visible head. And so was huge, green headed Grassy sitting across from Baker. He’d just finished his talk about Kabusi in the Cyberpunk 2077 game platform, and how it leads to Soos. Leading to this.

“Do you think *Winona* knows about this? Perhaps through Rolling Stone?”

“Maybe,” says Baker to Wheeler. “She’s a bright little girl.”

“So the woman, this ring woman, in the Shining’s ending photograph… is…”

“Ryder, yes. The same.”

And clearly with the ring that becomes Jack’s left eye, she noted in the 3rd photo Baker shared for further explanation. Glowing as if radioactive. And apparently it was. Uranium for Uranus.

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May 4, 2024 · 5:26 am

00420610 (fire and nut (2 crackers))

He began doing some independent research on the subject, starting with Orgamast which led him here. “My you’re a tall one,” he said to his companion also staring out at the Korean Channel sim. “Why I barely come up to your Tropic of Cancer, hmm. Are you that tall so you can see the sim of Orgamast to our west better? Do you know of Big Schwa/Big E? Are you big because of *it*?” He halted this fantasy line of inquiry, knew he was, of course, talking to a dummy, a manikin all the time. Not real; not even an NPC really.

But boy was he happy about his view. Reminded him of his ex, the only woman who could have it multiple times that he knew about or was involved with. Eve was her name I believe. Unless it was Wilma — no, not Wilma. Jenny? Argent? Tina? Argent Tina, yes, silver like the moon and just as slippery. Barely remembered her name.

“Argent?” Okama Majo pronounced clearly below him to make sure he heard correctly. “Tina?”

“That’s right,” spoke the dummy who actually couldn’t do so.

“Hmm.” With his more limited range, Okama stared at the round, green hills before him and then beyond toward the sea, the channel itself. He decided to get a better view from that watchtower just outside the window, leave the stiff behind.

There. That’s better. But What The?

An invisible typewriter?

He finds the correct fingering through the highlighting red after inserting an imaginary piece of paper and begins to type a story about Argent Tina and how they did it, extending his draw distance between paragraphs so he could look at the intermittently erupting Ichelus Volcano visible to the northwest. Inspiration!

But he wasn’t the only one doing so, it appears. Argent Tina herself, perhaps? Is that why the dummy is smiling? “She’s right *there*, in the fire, like the firecracker she is,” he might say to a tippy-toed Okama if the researching psychedelic artist hadn’t left his side so quickly. “Just ask. You don’t have to make up *anything*, he he.”

Ah yes. He remembers how they did it. Ray Davies style. If only the current Mrs. Dummy would see eye to eye with him on this as well. Oh well. There’s always memories.

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January 27, 2024 · 5:05 am

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Stuck in the mud, Arthur has finished his journey around the map of Our Red Dead Redemption 02, which took 5 1/2 hours time for him but much longer for me the author of this here blog, working my way through the chronicling Youtube video piece by piece, bit by bit over a 3 week period.  Side note: Arthur = Author?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9pTT6867XJ4

Very curiously, here he looks directly at the site of another journey’s end. Right over there beside the smaller of two dead trees sticking up out of the water, with Arthur’s head smack between them in the above screen capture. Again this is precisely at the end of our 5 1/2 hour video.

We can zoom in on the location through another Youtube video created by Mr. Boss, an expert on the subject of All Things RDR2.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0isUThnBpjo

It’s a smaller wrecked boat with a partial human skeleton inside and, beside it, what’s identified by the game as a Broken Pirate Sword which you can take and then use to slash and cut your way through various close-up troubles you might subsequently encounter in-world if you wish.

Building up my own mythology, I have some theories about this. I believe the bones and sword here belonged to Jim Randolph the Bastard Pirate talked about several posts back. In this scenario, he survived the initial crash of his Humpty Dumpty ship on the Red Dead planet, then used this smaller boat to make his way up to these fairly nearby islands, not quite reaching the town of St. Dennis and potential safety (seen across the water in the first photo above) but almost. So close. Instead he seems to have succumbed to wounds already inflicted in the ship crash or else those coming afterwards, perhaps via an attack from one of the many local alligators laying about. There might also have been brain trauma involved, since he left behind his tricorn hat and also Aged Pirate Rum back in the ship. *No* pirate in his right mind would do this. Unless… hmm, maybe he didn’t *want* to be seen as a pirate. Maybe he was intending to enter St. Dennis in *disguise*. Many possibilities arise from this.

A map to end. Islets of Langerhans anyone?

And of course ribs as in rib cage are involved again.

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November 7, 2023 · 3:53 pm

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“I try to meet our new, ahem, students at least once but I hope in our case we encounter each other again and again, Ms…”

“Krakow,” spoke Marsha to Dr. Paul Mouse, head of the organization and secretly working for Head, often known as Perch.

“Yes, Marsha Krakow, hmm. And with an additional name if I remember correctly. One only friends can say.”

“Correct, Dr. Paul… what was it?”

“Mouse,” said Paul Mouse.

“No. A middle name.” She smiled wryly.

“Oh yes — clever. I’ll give you mine and you’ll divulge yours. Well, mine is [delete name].”

“Never heard of that. Well mine is Pink, spelled like the color and not the cologne.”

“Not p-n-k, then. I remember from when my wife got me some a couple of Christmas’ ago. Still sitting on the shelf above the medicine cabinet, unused.”

“But other people swear by it. Man of your,” not age, she thought — *distinction*, “*distinction,*” she said aloud, “– might be handy is all I’m saying.”

“So you believe in its love potion powers. You are a true P-n-kie.”

“Look at me,” Marsha spoke about her appearance. “I use to sell it. I had a hot pink car before I traded it for a yellow. Got tired of seeing putrid yellow-green as an aftereffect all over the road on sunnier days.” So for the first time we understand the color.

“Interesting. But do you *really* believe–”

“That is for me to know and you to find out.” Could she wield her considerable powers over *him*? This is what her mother feared, why she was put into that totally colorless black and white cow costume and forced to forget. Venus power. All this, she realized, all this organization must be about her.

He realized he was staring at her uncomfortably. He pretended to organize his files about her before him, shuffled Pink on top again from the bottom. This was no time to bring up the 3-n-1 and the presence of Shelley Johnston Struthers (I was right!) and Frankie Brown Beige (or Beige Brown!) within as well. Pink on the surface; Pink she is. If only Marsha to him still, not counting as a friend. Yet.

(to be continued)

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August 31, 2023 · 8:49 am

without shorts he points

“(The whole sim) is probably called River because of the chocolate one in the Wonky Willa part.”

“Willy Wonka,” Shelley dutifully corrected. She understood Wonka. She just didn’t know about the chocolate factory and River until the return home from the beech “staycation” of her user Chet and his mate Phyllis (happy dogs!), the former who we’ve yet to see in this here photo-novel. Shelley thus only knows him by name. But I have an avatar in waiting…

“And then the Once Upon a Time part is 1000 meters below this river, the rooms I and my *best* mate Tammy live in,” Marsha continues. She goes over and hugs Tammy sitting on the next cube over, so glad she was that both are now alive, potential murderer, *former* murderer Tom Banks far below, cord cut as I said. No reaching them up here. First it was Brown and then Pink in that order, but no more. Story Room history has been altered. She sits back down between her 2 best mates, 1st to the right and 2nd to the left, tears in her eyes, tears of joy. Safe at New Home. She knows their proper order now. But there was more on this upper level yet to be dealt with. They needed an escape like they needed a hole in the wall. So he made one.

Tammy spotted it first, producing yet another gasp.

(to be continued)

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