Tag Archives: NODAL
00500307 (Hand’s down 02 (continued zoom into just discovered Arkana-Arkawana circle from angle))
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0307, Arkansas
00500304
“I can’t believe that worked! I CAN’T be-lieve that WORKED!! Ahh hahahahahahaha!!! Trapped in the STONE he is, back at that cursed woodwinded place. My replacement HO! Suck-aaaaaaaaaahhh!!!” Roger Pine Ridge does a little jig on the spot, then approaches the big painted rock, lights a fag located conveniently (along with a lighter) in his pants pocket, draws deep, and then blows a prolonged stream of smoke right in HER face. The cursed astronaut who set all this in motion in the first place. “WHIT-SOOOON,” he spat out, satisfied to no end with the tobacco and the revenge.
Sounds behind him. He turns.
“MARTY!!! Where you been???” He was holding a woodwind thus still Paul, still dead. TBC?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0304, Iowa
00500301 (When in Rome)
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Might as well give this so-called Abyss a try since I’ve managed to come across a key, lucky me. Not expecting much honestly, given what the game has had to offer so far. Entering…
Hypercube, huh. *Kind of* interesting. Resonant with some of my own stuff anyway. Desert of a story no more as promised by The Others? We’ll see. Passing through…
Iowa, *dangit*! Should’ve guessed. Different type of sand. One made of corn. Aw shucks, I suppose. And I lost my armor and weapons in the transition *sigh*. Must be a security thing. Have to fight off the locals by hand. Maybe procure some more weapons in a pillaged house or something. Here we go!… TBC?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0301, Crimson Desert, GTA, GTA old, Iowa
00500206 (STOP/GO)
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Only when planetary traveler Gemilly Niceniece looked at the video afterwards did she see the A on the rock directly below her right where she decided to stop and pan around…
… which seemingly turned into a P on the other side of it. “AP!” I called aloud when seeing the transformation from my own angle, remembering the joined letters from the day before. “What was it? The Annie Oakley case?”
“Orkley Andy,” spoke someone to the side listening in, probably W aka Wheeler, the female half of our duality with a better memory, we can imagine. “Biff Carter’s case,” she clarified more for the reader than the writer. “But connected to Oakley… Annie. Together, they make–”
“–a complete A-Z time loop,” I completed, so excited I was that I forgot who was speaking in the moment. Freed up, W/Wheeler started checking her phone. Then:
“38-AP to be precise it says here, with, hmm, 37-QZ being the Oakley Annie one… *before it*. Names reversed, letters reversed. Let’s see — caused Biff to become prematurely retired and then quickly retired again when he tried to make a comeback.”
“In-ter-est-ing.”
https://bakerbloch.com/2022/03/16/00320206/
And exactly between 00320206 and 005002006 here, we found out just later, is 00410206, where we find Biff yet again. Titled “(Biff)” even.
https://bakerbloch.com/2023/11/28/00410206/
Passengers finally unload at Bellisaria’s Shobu station at the end of the straight as an arrow tracks in the shadow of towering Mt. Sakuru, let’s keep calling it. Father Fecked’s cane appears first out of the train, calm now after all that shaking from the last 7-10 minutes was over. Should’ve pinpointed this all important location before, but better late than never I suppose. The SYSTEM speaks, I understand. Egging me forward. Just like before; just like always. TBC(!)
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0050, 0206, Bellisaria, Continent 04, GTA, Starfield
00500106
Just later:
“Given XXX Dream right before this on Main Street, don’t you think Bear Square just across the road from Red Square Head Woman equals Bare Square, as in baring it all?”
“Could be, Mouse. Can I call you Mouse?”
“Dr., please.”
“Alright, Mouse.”
“Father, then.”
“Father,” I acquiesced. Didn’t want to get in a row this early in the morning. 11:25. Better head back in the woods!
“This is the start of it all. Red Square. As in *highlighted*!” This mention made my row alert go even higher as I knew that one thing could lead to another and another until it’s out of control like a Baker’s Dozen, never mind the interval remaining at zero. I couldn’t take the chance.
“W-what about the plank of wood sticking out either side of his car?” I try to divert the build up. “Balancing act? Michael Kane?”
He peered at me through half dead eyes, as if his batteries had just run out or a fuse had been blown. How long could he hold on at this advanced stage? Constantly flying to the moon in his Jim Beamed UFO. Jack Daniels; whatever. And *is* this actually Mouse? is always a question that is swirling around my head these days, the good Dr. himself returned, what is it, *two* times now? The cane makes the man — that’s what he told me. Doesn’t matter as much about the body, apparently.
Picture to end, with him sitting in his seat, *his* seat, before the single video feed we still have in the castle. Gotta get to work on acquiring a second for sure now that everyone has come back, Philip Strevor included, maybe even his girlfriend Nada. Right next door, though, since Mouse, er, Father occupies the lower bedroom. Right – next – door. That can’t be long term either. Philip or Father Fecked here, one or the other, must go. Daisy totally agrees.
New, significant center spotted? Who knows with this one. Could just be the liquor speaking again.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0106, Frank's Moving Castle, Google Street View, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Washington
00500105 (people don’t want to see)
“FrankLYNN!!!”
Yes, he was back. Kind of.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Jeogeot, Washington, 0105, Google Street View, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, 0050, Frank's Moving Castle
00490616 (appearance)
Inspector Petty, chef no more, continues to stare at the Anton pin stuck in the lower left center of the Anson sim while June Bug Johnston behind him reads her diary atop the spread out US and UK Dennis’. “Eureka!” he cried just as Father Fecked outside points to him. “Time machine!”
END OF “SUNKLANDS 2025-2026 WINTER”!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0616, Cement Village, Jeogeot, Nautilus, Nautilus City, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00490614
The layout of my Nawt Vaya Free State land on the continent of Jeogeot in the virtual world of Our Second Lyfe has changed. Frank’s Giant Castle in the Skies has now been moved down and grounded (in reality?). Cement Village, last seen in Aisle of Palms over a year back, has become the new business center, housing Daisy Flathead’s Hole in the Wall and more. Let’s go inside and see how she feels about it.
“How do you feel about the move to the old Aisle of Palms’ Cement Village?” I ask through Biker Frank.
“I don’t know,” she might answer. “How do *you* feel about the move of your Giant Castle in the Skies down to the ground. Reality?”
“Maybe,” he admits. “But, bigger picture, welll…”
“I’m not with Biker if that’s what you’re asking. Me and you: we’re still a team. Moving forward.”
Frank is overjoyed, overlapping his hand with hers on the counter just like in the beginning. *Now* the movement of the castle is a success.
“I feel safe here… safer,” she exposes her emotions on the new location. “Since I’m not right on the Nawt Vaya shoreline and (so) further away from the alcoholic sea monster. *Non*-alcoholic sea monster I guess I have to add now, since he gobbled up my first successful batch of personal (non-)brew along with the old bar!”
Both laugh. Frank had to ask this next: “Where *is* Biker, then?”
“Where was he ever? All I know is that he came from the south.”
“South, right.”
“Somewhere near the southern end of Nawt Vaya but not right on it. I went to his house, er, *once*?”
As if prompted, Frank takes another swig of the house beer while simultaneously withdrawing his hand from hers. Michelob Zero still, but not for long. New batch of personal brew in the works! He’s readying himself for another question, a one worder this time. Daisy knew she kind of screwed up with that revelation. “House?” he clips out. Swig again, hands further apart.
A call just then coming in on Frank’s phone. Ring tone: “Blue Moon of Kentucky”. “I have to take this,” he says, and goes outside for privacy. Mouse returned? he psychically senses. No, that can’t be it, he rejects the actually correct insight. He’s died twice already. Two’s the limit, right? Surely it is. Can’t be…
But that’s exactly what *she* told him that day in April’s May coming up behind him swiftly like a lion from March. Mouse has come back, kind of once more. And already on his last leg and death bed in one.
“W-where?” Another one word question, a one word answer back.
“Meet me there,” she said after giving the location. “By the big head in the middle. I’ll take you to him.”
Daisy wanted so badly to ask who he was on the phone with when he returned to his seat at the bar but dare not because of the look on his face. Sour! Tension in their relationship hasn’t quite been resolved yet. Doubts on both sides still. Let’s deflect the blame to AI again. Just to be safe, or safer.
“I have to go,” he said, laying one of Philip’s remnant teners won at cards on the counter as a tip. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0614, Cement Village, collages 2d, Frank's Moving Castle, Hole in the Wall, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Rodentia 02, Silverton, South Lake
00490612 (refocusing (2 centers and a middle)
Tom entered the door to the right. This was not the correct door and Tom knew this perfectly well. What Tom didn’t know is that he will be punished for going into the wrong door. Tom found himself at a dark corner. It was a theoretical dead end. There was no escaping this dark corner. Maybe he should have gone through the left door and he would not be in this situation. Tom thought to himself: why is this corner here, why is it so dark? Is it a missing texture or is this corner a representation of something greater? As he pondered this, something peculiar happened.
Panicking, Newt shuts down the attic computer, even pulls out the power chord from the back to make sure it’s off. He never wanted to see that corner again. It didn’t have to end like this. Daisy and Frank could work it out, he thinks while trying to calm himself down, taking another sip of his ever present 4 shot latte beside him. Unless it’s a Michelob Zero. You need to drink more water, Newt. Maybe if you did you wouldn’t be in this situation, ha. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0612, Bright Moon Cottage, Jeogeot, LSD, Nawt Vaya+, Newtonia, NVFS
00490602
I had a dream about my brother last night. Woke him up to fix a physical problem that was presently imperiling me. Battery (car?) bubbling over on my clothes while I was holding it. Good chance I’d get acid burns on at least my stomach. He woke as I prodded him, slowly, like he’d already been awake and was just pretending to sleep. Best I can explain the queer expression. And the queerness continued. He took the battery — reluctantly, I must add, like he didn’t really want to help, I understood. He wacked or manipulated it somehow with his hands and it miraculously changed shapes; bent inwards. I wanted to protest that he shouldn’t handle it that way and that his hands would get acid burns too. But I trusted he knew what he was doing, being the mechanical *savant* he was. He may have fixed it, he may not have — can’t recall, and maybe that wasn’t the point. The overall tone of the dream is that he resented me for rousing him which indicated a deeper disconnect.
In terms of my nightly Starfield journey — viewed just before I went back to bed and had the dream — I’m up to hour 5 again in the 7+ hour video. Queerly again, I found a five (number) during this hour on the side of a rocky hill and picked up on the resonance. Hopefully you can see what Gemilly Niceniece is staring at here on the Nesoi planet. This *could* get captured in a snapshot. Like the word JAX and a handful of others before it. Most phenomena I’ve seen like this aren’t repeatable but not all, then. What “they” want you out there to see, we could speculate.
I have a feeling that the brother has merged with the father like Starfield’s Raphael with Sampson in photo-novel 48 before this one, steadily staring out at me beyond the screen as one. Foreshadowing we can call it. And of course it works from both sides. We both decide to part ways with each other, understanding that this *has* to be resolved down the line somewhere. Perhaps on a different planet from Earth altogether? Maybe even 1 of these 7? Wouldn’t that be just the weirdest? Deeep rabbit hole. But for now, more on the surface. Need to procure the proper rope, grappling hook, so on. We agree to at least this “future” rendezvous, and, really, we have no choice. Not in the Big Picture. (TBC)
Sunklands 