2/3 Doors 2020/04/05(Sun)11:46 No. 960829 ID: d63ea8
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I don’t know if time passes, but I am still waiting.
Smells of paper and ink fill the air.
Clouds glide through the Abyss beyond the window.
They are among their kind. I am not.

I am alone.

I am trapped in here, but I can’t leave.
The hunger…
I’m too scared of what I might do.

3/3 Doors 2020/04/05(Sun)11:47 No. 960832 ID: d63ea8
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Thoughts are floating past, but I can’t see them in the haze.
I need to write, even for a moment…

>Please choose three of the words to center the letter around.
>Order does not matter, but intensity does.

Intoxicate.
Thunderous.
Typhoon.

Paper Trapped Window

Paper Ink Alone

Roaring
Inferno
Burning

>>960833
>>960837
>Please choose three of the words to center the letter around.

Attention
Alarm
Alert

1/2 A Flash of Inspiration Doors 2020/04/05(Sun)13:42 No. 960854 ID: d63ea8
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>I was meaning for you to pick from the words that you could see above, but I was not clear. I apologize. Your words will be taken this time.
>Paper, Thunder, Alarm

Light flashes across the paper as the Abyss splits open with arching shapes.
The sound, the deafening roar, it is too much to bear.
My body tenses with alarm as my thoughts are scattered from the air.

The rumble…
It carries an anger that I have heard only once before.
I am about to remember, but forget.

2/2 A Flash of Inspiration Doors 2020/04/05(Sun)13:42 No. 960855 ID: d63ea8
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But for a moment, a beautiful moment, I am inspired.
Words take to paper as the broken shape marks it.
I write of the wonderful and terrifying sound, of the sudden chill that takes the air, the percussive thrum of my heart.
And then, I am done.
The message is ready.
My name is signed.
But who was made to receive it?

>You may choose to address the letter to a person you have in mind, the Abyss, or leave it without a set destination.
>If all of you choose different names, then it will reach one of them, but the recipient will be left up to fate.

>>960855
Your father

To the retired priest down the street

Leave it without a set destination

your future self. it will be sent in a buried time capsule.

Send it to a random person in the crescendo of ecstasy.

Make a paper airplane out of the note, and let it fly where it wants.

1/3 Let the Wind Take it Doors 2020/04/06(Mon)06:28 No. 960938 ID: d63ea8
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>Diverging choices. The die is cast.

My thoughts fight for control, but I cannot decide.
I address the letter:
‘To whom it may concern,’
It’s cold and distant, but fitting.
I reach for a bottle when…

>Make a paper airplane, let it fly where it wants.

A thought slips past the haze.
My lot has never been determined by my choice, why should this be any different.

2/3 Let the Wind Take it Doors 2020/04/06(Mon)06:28 No. 960939 ID: d63ea8
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Let the wind take it.
Let the fates fall where they may.
Let the paper construction carry a spirit greater than I.

I release the letter, and it is done.

3/3 Let the Wind Take it Doors 2020/04/06(Mon)06:28 No. 960940 ID: d63ea8
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And that moment now bleeds back into eternity.
I am staring back into the Abyss.
My mind threatens to be swallowed by the haze once more, but the wind catches the notes and sends it spinning off into the distance.
There is change in the air.

>Explore, investigate, raise your hands high, collapse as is innate.
>The choice is yours, find inspiration.

Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody walk the dinosaur

Open the drawer's mouth and see what it has consumed.

Conversing with Carpentry Doors 2020/04/06(Mon)07:25 No. 960945 ID: d63ea8
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>Open the Door

The door is not here, I do not remember where it is.

>Open the drawer’s mouth and see what it has consumed.

I grab the drawer by its jaw and pull it open.

Drawer: “Hello again, don’t worry. I’ve eaten naught but paper.”

>Please Continue.

Pick up the bottles under the table

What else is in the room?

Put the rest of the paper away in the drawer and inspect the room

1/2 Grasping at the Walls Doors 2020/04/06(Mon)13:23 No. 960969 ID: d63ea8
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>Put the rest of the papers away in the drawer.

I place the papers into its maw.

Drawer: “Thank you friend! Such a delicious meal you give me, your kindness will not go unpaid.”

And with that the mouth shuts.

>Pick up the bottles.

I gather the bottles from under the table. I’ve kept them here because I have no envelopes, but the paper airplane might’ve solved that issue.
The bottles are empty and light, but are cumbersome to hold. My hands are now full.
I will need to drop one of them if I wish to pick up anything else.

>Rest of the room?

I do not remember what this room is like. I thought it was mine once, but the walls keep changing when I look away.
If I wish to inspect this place I should note which way I turn as to not get lost.

But perhaps I will turn right and see what greets me.

2/2 Grasping at the Walls Doors 2020/04/06(Mon)13:23 No. 960970 ID: d63ea8
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Before me is a table -no- an alter.
These were the signs I had seen in my dreams.
I needed to paint their pleasant shapes so my eyes could absorb them.

At least I still have enough soup to keep me for a while.

>Explore? Inspect? Divine?
>Continue as you would.

Inspect

>>960970
Examine further

Remembering or Forgetting Doors 2020/04/06(Mon)19:19 No. 961027 ID: d63ea8
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>Inspect.
I start to remember the shapes, they were important.
It was the greater and lesser spheres. Keepers of integrity and decay.
They need to be offered something perishable.
The soup was what I gave them.

>Examine further.
The clock has been broken, it’s face smashed with two decisive impacts. The hands are stuck at twelve and eight.

Clock: “...”

Thin shallow notches have been scored into the wood of the altar, presumably with the knife.
I check the weight of the soup cans, they all seem full. I’ve been removing the labels out of habit.
Knowing what it is, or more specifically what it isn’t, worsens the cravings.

>Please Continue.

Try to apply your blood on the newly appeared symbols, maybe you will be able to form some connection that way with higher beings.

Where are the labels? do we remember?

1/3 Giving of Self Doors 2020/04/07(Tue)07:23 No. 961057 ID: d63ea8
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>Where are the labels?
I… tore them off and threw them into the Abyss.
I couldn’t let myself discover what the cans actually hold.
It would be dangerous.

2/3 Giving of Self Doors 2020/04/07(Tue)07:23 No. 961058 ID: d63ea8
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>Newly appeared symbols.
They aren’t real. But I am able to visualize their true shapes.

>Apply your blood, form a connection.
I was afraid of what the greater and lesser spheres might ask of me.
But if my offering isn’t worthy enough I might bring damnation upon my head.

I drop one of the bottles so I can pick up the knife.
It feels too familiar in my hand…

Knife: “Don’t tell me that we’re going to slice another can today. My edge can’t stand it!”

I draw the blade across the palm of my left hand, the skin is overwhelmed by a stinging sensation.

Knife: “Yes! YES! This is what I was made for! More! More!”

With my right hand I take the blood and start painting the shapes I dreamed of.
Integrity, decay. The lesser and greater. They build, and then break.
If I can curry favor with them I might be able to endure far more than I should.
May they find this offering pleasing.

3/3 Giving of Self Doors 2020/04/07(Tue)07:23 No. 961059 ID: d63ea8
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>Injury Sustained:

I finish, but my hand hurts quite badly.
I have to drop two more bottles.
Until I get a bandage for myself, I won’t be able to carry as much.

Knife: “Come on, I’ve given papercuts worse than that.”

move the clock on the face of the symbol, and make the arrows point 9:30

Cut off one finger and offer it as a sacrifice!

Something Greater? Doors 2020/04/07(Tue)08:46 No. 961067 ID: d63ea8
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>Move the clock on the face of the symbol, and make the hands point 9:30.

I unhook the clock from the wall. It feels heavy and dead in my hands. I was the one who broke it.
Reaching past the broken glass of the clock’s face I adjust the hands.

Clock: “Murderer.”

When I place the clock onto the sphere of decay, it sticks.
The blood adheres like glue.
Something about this seems unnatural… but right.

>Sacrifice...
I could offer more of myself. Something permanent...

>Sacrificing the finger cannot be undone, offer the suggestion again to carry out the act.
>It must have at least 2 people supporting it in order to be carried out. Opposition will subtract from this.
>Please Continue.

Any exits in this room?

Lets not sacrifice anything just yet.

>>961076
Silence nonbeliever! What we are experiencing is a miracle, the time for exiting is meaningless we need to show our conviction! We must not run away from this, offer your tongue so that touse beings can understand you!

>>961076
Support why not find more paper for us to create with or someway to get more if there is something out there and we can sacrefice to something else then others can sacrefice to us

1/2 Conflict Doors 2020/04/07(Tue)18:22 No. 961099 ID: d63ea8
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Breathing slowly, I ready the knife.
But I hesitate.

Knife: “Come on! You can do it! I believe in you!”

No, I can’t. The pain is already too much. I’m too afraid.

Knife: “Are you really doing this to me!? All this time with soup cans and just when you’re about to give me something good you chicken out!? You really are pathe-”

*THUNK*

>The knife has been dropped.

>Other offerings.
Yes, I’ve already given part of myself, the greater and lesser spheres will want something else.
I need paper.
I need inspiration.

>Time is meaningless.

Clock: “You discarded that meaning when you turned against us. I hope you choke on your eternity.”

>Exits?
The Abyss is the exit that is always open to me, but I can’t…
I fear it too much.

But I remember a door. Maybe I can find it.

I will turn right again.

2/2 Conflict Doors 2020/04/07(Tue)18:22 No. 961100 ID: d63ea8
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I remember now…
The way is closed to me.
It’s too dangerous.

>Please Continue.

Salvage wood

Why is it dangerous?

LOOK! Someone slipped you a note to make another paper airplane of. But first read it.

Also, tell the clock that if you are a murderer who killed it, then why is it still talking to you if it is so smrt i mean smart

No, ignore the note the outside world doesn't exist for you. The floorboards were placed from inside of this room which means you most likely placed them. Now listen to me closely misted knife is your friend and he wants to help you, so let him help you by using it for the intended purpose. Which is cutting meat!

1/4 Clawing, Gasping Doors 2020/04/08(Wed)06:35 No. 961134 ID: d63ea8
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>Why is it dangerous?
No, that’s not right.
I don’t-
I think…

>The floorboards were placed from the inside.
Yes. I’m dangerous. I’ve-

>Salvage
I hid the hammer somewhere. I couldn’t bring myself to pitch it into the Abyss.
Something wouldn’t let me.

2/4 Clawing, Gasping Doors 2020/04/08(Wed)06:35 No. 961135 ID: d63ea8
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>Cutting meat. Finding meat! EATING MEAT!
The screaming is coming back!
I need it.
I need it.
Where’s the soup?
I NEED THE SOUP!

>WHY IS IT TALKING?!
“YOU SHOULD BE DEAD! WHY AREN’T YOU DEAD!”

3/4 Clawing, Gasping Doors 2020/04/08(Wed)06:35 No. 961136 ID: d63ea8
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>Paper
Inspiration.

>The Missive has been picked up.
>Forced to turn left.

4/4 Clawing, Gasping Doors 2020/04/08(Wed)06:35 No. 961137 ID: d63ea8
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EAT, MUST-

>Please Continue EAT! FEED! DEVOUR!

Eat feed devour

1/4 Sated Doors 2020/04/08(Wed)07:50 No. 961144 ID: d63ea8
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>EAT!
I bring the chilling slurry to my mouth and let the texture overwhelm me.
It is wretched, cold, and dead. I love it so.
The juices, the heavenly juices. Blood of the gods.
There are chunks hidden beneath the surface.
Little treasures that are waiting to be strained by my teeth.

2/4 Sated Doors 2020/04/08(Wed)07:50 No. 961145 ID: d63ea8
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>FEED!
It travels into my throat, which expands to swallow this bounty.
I taste the sweet metal, feel the pulped flesh.
Divine, exquisite, euphoric.
At last I am filled.
How fleeting was the taste.

3/4 Sated Doors 2020/04/08(Wed)07:50 No. 961146 ID: d63ea8
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>DEVOUR!
I scrape my tongue along the bowl’s surface.
Sipping and sucking up every last scrap.
I bay and yelp and howl!
I am well!
I am satisfied!
I am strong!

4/4 Sated Doors 2020/04/08(Wed)07:50 No. 961147 ID: d63ea8
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I…
The cravings have subsided, and my thoughts clear.
This is why I am dangerous.
This is why I closed that door.

>Read the Missive?
>Continue?

read missive

Read the Missive

1/2 Ink and Threats Doors 2020/04/08(Wed)09:36 No. 961155 ID: d63ea8
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>Read the Missive.
‘Office of Urban Restoration and Civility

Dearest Tenant: 830982


It has come to the attention of my office that you have been late in paying civic dues for over two weeks.
While this by itself is a minor issue, my office has also received numerous complaints related but not limited to:
Noise, foul language, property damage, keeping an animal in a pet-free zone, allegations of animal abuse,
offensive odor, disturbances at odd hours, threats to tenants and staff, littering, etc. The list goes on.
While I am loathed to take this option, I fear that your actions have left us with little choice.
Unless you find a way to improve your current living-situation, and pay off the outstanding debt you have accumulated,
I will be forced to evict you from the Glenrose Apartments.
You have five days to comply with these requirements. We here at the URC believe in second chances,
and we hope that our outreach will help you better your current condition.

Sincerely,


Maxine Day
Desk of Residential Affairs A-3’

2/2 Ink and Threats Doors 2020/04/08(Wed)09:36 No. 961156 ID: d63ea8
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...no.
No!
Th-they can’t!
My thoughts are pressing in.
Fear is getting caught in my throat.
It must be a mistake.
It has to be a mistake.

>Please Continue, and react as you may.

Time to head out then. Pack your things and climb out the window

Time to seel your kidney buy a gun and make the fuckers from Office of Urban Restoration and Civility pays for trying to fuck with you!

How much debt do you currently owe? And it seems you nailed yourself in so that would account for the property damage. Is there anyway we could get money to pay off our debts?

1/2 Thoughts and Threats Doors 2020/04/08(Wed)14:04 No. 961172 ID: d63ea8
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>Time to head out. Pack your things and climb out of the window.
Yes, I was a fool to have waited, I should throw myself into the Abyss.
There is only pain for me here.

>Sell a kidney, buy a gun. The URC will pay.
No, I’ve lived here for longer than I can count.
I will fight them tooth and claw for-

2/2 Thoughts and Threats Doors 2020/04/08(Wed)14:05 No. 961174 ID: d63ea8
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>How much do you owe? Is there a way to get money?
I…
The exact number escapes me, but I think it is between two and three hundred.
I spent what little I had on the extra ration cards, so I could stock up here.
I don’t know how to get more. The last time I was out…
No. I can’t leave. It’s not safe.

>Property Damage.

Knife: “Hehehe. It was more than just the door, cretin. Going to throw another tantrum tough guy? Going to punch another wall while you're at it?”

>Please Continue.

Please stop using mister knife in the wrong way! That tool does have alternative functions like an improvised instrument or other more kinky functions but reconstructing your wall is not one of them. Please receive your knife and if you are not going to use it on yourself at least get ready to use it on somebody else.

alright, turn right towards the door, and turn right one last time. what will we see on that wall?

1/3 Transit Doors 2020/04/08(Wed)21:36 No. 961220 ID: d63ea8
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>Please retrieve your knife, get ready to use it on someone else.
I drop the last bottle so I can pick up the knife.

Knife: “I like the way you think! Let’s never fight again. Onward!”

>Turn right

2/3 Transit Doors 2020/04/08(Wed)21:36 No. 961221 ID: d63ea8
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Yes...
I think that I am regaining a sense of this place.

>Turn right

3/3 Transit Doors 2020/04/08(Wed)21:36 No. 961222 ID: d63ea8
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>What will we see?
I see a bed, I think it is mine.
The covers have a familiar touch.
I can rest here to recover and let things change.
With no more thieves about, eternity will remain.
Sometimes I might even dream.

>Please Continue.

Look under the pillow but don't you dare try to sleep. For all you know all of this could be just another dream and what is the point in dreaming inside of a dream.

Go and say hi to the monster living under your bed.

But what is on the wall?

1/2 Sweet Nothings Doors 2020/04/09(Thu)10:26 No. 961248 ID: d63ea8
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>Look under the pillow, don’t sleep. Are you dreaming?
I move the pillow out of the way.
The Key of Umbra is still there.
That means I am awake.

2/2 Sweet Nothings Doors 2020/04/09(Thu)10:27 No. 961249 ID: d63ea8
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>Say hi to the monster living under your bed.

???: “I'm pretty sure that you’re the monster in this situation.

>What is on the wall?

???: “If you're talking about the claw marks, those are from our uninvited houseguest.”

“There used to be a poster on this wall…”

???: “Yeah bud, you cared a lot about it. That’s why the thing took it.”

???: “Your hand’s bleeding pretty bad, you might want to take care of that.”

>Converse? Care? Continue?

>>961249
Your monster roommate seems like a nice person. Take his advice and bandage your wound for keep conversing with the monster in the meantime. Do they have a name?

>>961268
By the way I hope that since they are living with you they are paying a share of the rent.

1/3 Payment Doors 2020/04/09(Thu)15:09 No. 961280 ID: d63ea8
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>Your monster roommate seems like a nice person.

???: “Thank you, I try my best.”

>Name?

???: “Ah, so you’ve forgotten again. Sorry bud. It’s Etzel. You’ve been letting me chill out here for the last couple of-”

Etzel: “Er, well… For a decent while. Yeah, you’re not a big fan of the whole ‘time’ thing right now.”

>Rent?

Etzel: “Shaking me down again huh? Fine. Just give me a sec.”

2/3 Payment Doors 2020/04/09(Thu)15:09 No. 961281 ID: d63ea8
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Etzel disappears, he doesn’t make any noise.
I think I remember him. He’s been trying to help me…
But he can’t always stay.

>Bandage your wound.
I take the knife and cut off a strip from the bedsheet.
With each concentric wrap the pain fades a bit further.
Finally the pain subsides and I feel the wound start to clot.

Knife: “Not what I usually go for, but hey! At least it’s not soup cans!”

>Injury Negated:
I think I can start carrying more things again.

3/3 Payment Doors 2020/04/09(Thu)15:12 No. 961283 ID: d63ea8
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Etzel reappears and the money slides out from under the bed.
The only part I’ve ever seen of Etzel is his eyes.
I’m not sure how he does it, but I think he can move objects on their own.

Etzel: “I warned you not to spend everything you had on soup.”

Etzel: “Here you go, bud. I’m afraid that’s all I was able to find.”

Etzel: “And to be fair, some of it might have been yours.”

>Question? Converse? Continue?

What can we give Etzel for helping us? I know he id giving us money for allowing it to stay but a gift for its help might be good. Does it like our writing? With all the inspirational words we found, maybe we can write something for it?

Also Take the pins that used to hang the posters off the wall. What did the posters look like before?

Be sure to thank him, and yeah see what we can do for him in the short term.

Time to squeeze the tits of this cash cow, let's see what else can this monster do. Maybe it can assassinate people for you or give you sexual favors. Think of all the possibilities the sky is the limit, you need to go big or go home!

1/3 Requests Doors 2020/04/10(Fri)18:42 No. 961456 ID: d63ea8
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>What can we give Etzil for helping us? Does he like our writing?

Etzel: “You’re already given me a place to call home, bud. And I’m grateful for that.”

Etzel: “Though, if you're offering, I would love to get a draft from you.”
Etzel: “But don’t feel like you have to write it straightaway, if it’s from you I’d want it to be special.”

>Be sure to thank him, and yeah see what we can do in the short term.

Etzel: “You’re very welcome, I’ll let you know if I need anything.”

>Take pins.
I remove the thumbtacks from the wall and collect the scraps of the poster.
A somber cloud rises from the remains… This did mean a lot to me.
I feel like I’ve lost something. Something that was important.
These items are small enough to slip into my pockets, and shouldn’t take any effort to carry.

2/3 Requests Doors 2020/04/10(Fri)18:42 No. 961457 ID: d63ea8
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>What did the poster look like before?
It was a momento.
That I wasn’t alone.
That somewhere, somehow, I could see faraway places.
And meet others.

But now…
I’m sick.
And the world is ending.

3/3 Requests Doors 2020/04/10(Fri)18:42 No. 961458 ID: d63ea8
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>What else can this monster do?

Etzel: “I’m an individual of many talents, and I have a knack for finding lost things.”

>Assassinate people? Sexual favors?

Etzel: “I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear that.”

>Remember? Dream? Write? Converse? Retrieve cash?
>Continue as you may, this is a place to explore and experiment.

>>961458
What time is it? Maybe we should go to bed for now and try to write in the morning. See if there’s a way we can sell our writing for cash

Retrieve cash, see how much more you need to make rent.

1/3 The Corridors of Sleep Doors 2020/04/11(Sat)08:30 No. 961501 ID: d63ea8
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>Retrieve cash, see how much more you need to make rent.
I gather the bills and loose coins.
Of the things to forget, their values are not one of them.
Taken together, the sum amounts to sixty three dollars and forty one cents.
I believe that this is either a quarter or a fifth of what I need to gather.

>What time is it?
There is no time, for all the thieves are dead.
There are only moments that bleed into eternity.

>Sell our writing for cash?
I’ve never considered that before.
Would people buy what I create?

Etzil: “Of course they would, bud. Don’t doubt yourself so much.”

But I can’t remember any names.
They are there, but are fleeting.
I can’t see past the haze.

Etzil: “I’m sure that one will come to you, bud.”

2/3 The Corridors of Sleep Doors 2020/04/11(Sat)08:30 No. 961502 ID: d63ea8
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>Go to bed?
Yes, maybe sleep will help.

Etzil: “I’ll leave you alone then, sleep well.”

The corner of the blanket falls again.
This time Etzil is gone.
He will not be there if I look.

3/3 The Corridors of Sleep Doors 2020/04/11(Sat)08:30 No. 961503 ID: d63ea8
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I lie back, my gaze moving to the ceiling.
The shadows hang from above like dark webbing.
Should I let myself wander?
Is there more for me to do?

>Do you wish to sleep and allow for things to change?
>Do you wish to dream?
>Or do you wish to continue exploring?

Continue exploring while you wish and dream with your eyes open

>>961548
Ooh. This.

1/2 Sinking Doors 2020/04/11(Sat)17:51 No. 961573 ID: d63ea8
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>Continue exploring, dream with your eyes open.
Yes… without my momento I might get lost on the way back.
I need to steep myself in the Ways, rather than become immersed.
I must breathe, and press myself against the glass.
Closer…
Closer…

2/2 Sinking Doors 2020/04/11(Sat)17:51 No. 961574 ID: d63ea8
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I see the glimmer of the Ways.
A few of them see open, but distant.
With my memories clouded I don’t remember their names, but their shapes are familiar.

Which Way will I follow?
>Seek Feathers
>Seek Binds
>Seek Beacon
>Seek Mirrors
>Seek Compass
>Seek Surge

>>961574
The compass, we need a little direction in our lives.

seek the beacon, follow the light to safety in the darkness

Feathers. Maybe quill feathers for writing?

Seek Surge because it is similar sounding to sugar and if you eat too much sugar you can get diabetes

Seeking Beacon Doors 2020/04/12(Sun)08:09 No. 961679 ID: d63ea8
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>Diverging choices. The die is cast.
…
>Fate has chosen the Beacon.

To Seek the Beacon is to believe that all actions diverge from, and lead to, a singular point.
History is defined by the most minuscule of details.
A flip of the coin, a bend in the road, a crack of the gun.
If one is to Seek and find these moments, that person can see reality laid bare.
And perhaps alter it.
This place shall be defined by such a moment.

Awake Again Doors 2020/04/12(Sun)08:09 No. 961680 ID: d63ea8
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>Eruption.

I feel the wave of the ghost-heat, and hear the distant rumble of brimstone.
If I don’t find higher ground I might be swept away.

Wandering while awake is safer, but more difficult.
Anything I do will affect what I Seek.

If I turned in this room, I would turn in the dream.
But if I turned in the dream I would not turn in this room.

>Enter physical actions normally.
>Enter Seeking actions in italics.
>Please continue as you may.

Enter physical actions normally

The door is dangerous, just like how the lava is dangerous. So lets match the view of the lava with the door by first turning left at the door while the dream vision will also turn left, and then have the dream vision turn right again.

So basically:

Turn left to look at the door
turn right to look at the eruption

Hmm, lets match the lava in the dream with the abyss. Make us condition ourself that the abyss is bad

Look Right where the abyss is
look left after looking right

1/3 Overlooking Fire Doors 2020/04/12(Sun)19:51 No. 961736 ID: d63ea8
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>Align the Door with lava.
Yes, the Door is dangerous, I cannot allow myself to leave.
It is the place where pain comes.
The pain of others, pain that is mine.

>Align the Abyss with lava.
Yes, the Abyss consumes all in its wake.
If I let myself be caught by it, I will be annihilated.
I cannot allow myself to fall to it.

>Opposing choices. The die is cast.
My thoughts battle.
Both are equal.
Both are right.

>Fate has chosen the Door.
No, I must let the Abyss swallow me.
The Door wishes to be broken in.
I won’t allow it to.

2/3 Overlooking Fire Doors 2020/04/12(Sun)19:51 No. 961737 ID: d63ea8
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>Turn left to the Door.
I see a stone arch, an altar lies beyond it.
It overlooks the land and the sea.
The light and dark.

3/3 Overlooking Fire Doors 2020/04/12(Sun)19:51 No. 961738 ID: d63ea8
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>Turn right to the eruption.
The ghost heat returns.
I see the smoke rise higher.
The lava draws nearer.

>Examine? Explore? Divine? Seek?
>Be mindful of what changes.
>Please Continue.

Go right. if the lava is going that way, it is best to deal with whatever is over there first before the lava fills that side.

Be mindful of what changes.

Uphill Doors 2020/04/13(Mon)08:59 No. 961791 ID: d63ea8
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>Turn right.
Before me is a cliff face.
The stone is old and warm to the touch.
If I wish to live, I will need to climb.
But there aren’t any good hand holds in reach.

>Be mindful of what changes.
It feels like I’ve missed something.
It wasn’t in the dream…
But I can hear the Beacon’s call.
Some form of ‘great choice,’ or result thereof was present.
And I didn’t see it.

>You can offer your own actions.
>The suggestions are merely that.
>Please Continue.

Listen to the alluring call of bacon and star climbing like a goat!

>>961791
It is not too late, you can still heed the call. It never left you.

It gives you strength, and purpose.

climb now, feel the strength of your arms. You are driven onward.

1/4 Ascent Doors 2020/04/13(Mon)19:30 No. 961858 ID: d63ea8
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I will be attempting a new organization style with this update. Thank you for your patience.
>Turned left to the Door.
>It is not too late, you can still heed the call. It never left you.
Yes, the Beacon emanates its light in all directions.
I need to find the source to fulfill its desire.
My desires.
>Picked up the Letter.

2/4 Ascent Doors 2020/04/13(Mon)19:30 No. 961859 ID: d63ea8
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>Turned right.

3/4 Ascent Doors 2020/04/13(Mon)19:30 No. 961860 ID: d63ea8
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>Climb.
The cliff is in the dreaming.
I must Seek to climb.

>Climb now, feel the strength of your arms. You are driven onwards.
Heat radiates out from the rock, warming my sore muscles.
Distant thunder strikes at my ears.
It’s the call of the earth and its fury.
I must reach higher ground.
Lest I allow it to consume me.

4/4 Ascent Doors 2020/04/13(Mon)19:30 No. 961861 ID: d63ea8
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The air is thinner, but fresher.
Wind carries itself from the ocean and washes the plateau with the scent of sea-spray.
Shelter lies ahead, but the way is not open to me.

>Examine what surrounds you.
>Explore by turning in a direction or approaching a distant location.
>Inspect items on your person, or elements of the environment.
>Divine the deeper meaning of this place.

>Seek things in the dreaming without moving in the waking.
Put your actions in italics if you want to specifically Examine/Explore/etc. things within the dreaming.

>Or make your own offerings of course.
>Please Continue.

Inspect letter.

look left and right from the top of the cliff.

>>961875
That sounds like a good idea!

1/5 Light Doors 2020/04/14(Tue)11:44 No. 961926 ID: d63ea8
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>Inspect Letter
The Letter holds the echo of the Beacon and is not the catalyst itself.
Somehow this Letter is connected to a significant act.
Its heat rises from the fresh envelope.
What path does the Beacon lead me?

2/5 Light Doors 2020/04/14(Tue)11:44 No. 961927 ID: d63ea8
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>Fate had chosen the Retired Priest
‘My child,

I was at first surprised by the arrival of your letter,
but it is by the will of Aldemire that our paths have crossed again.
For the longest time I believed that you had returned to your family.
I beg for your forgiveness.

You write of this great fear you have.
That even within the confines of your home, you do not feel safe.
With the world as it is, I do not think you are alone in that fear.
I have failed in my duties to protect and shelter you,
to guide you in this coming storm.

I believe in your vision, and that it is a way in which Aldemire has stirred you.
You won’t have to fight this battle alone anymore.
I will pray for your safety, and offer what support I can.
If you need guidance or help do not hesitate in contacting me.

I will keep a candle at my window and wait vigilantly for your words.

May Aldemire safeguard your thoughts and body.
May his light lead you.
May his touch warm you.

I pray that this reaches you quickly.

With Grace,


Father Steinarr’

3/5 Light Doors 2020/04/14(Tue)11:44 No. 961928 ID: d63ea8
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No.
No, this can’t be right.
I’ve never met this person.
I don’t remember this person.
They must be lying.
They have to be lying!
They wouldn’t waste effort on me.
I… don’t deserve it.

4/5 Light Doors 2020/04/14(Tue)11:44 No. 961929 ID: d63ea8
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Yes, they must be lying.
I’ll just pretend I never read it.

>Look left and right from the top of the cliff.
I should focus on more important thoughts.
I must search this second world.

>Turn left
I see the fires of armageddon in the distance.
The ash rises higher, choking out the stars themselves.
Beneath the explosions I hear the cries of the woods.
The land is burning.
The earth is vengeful.
Nature is at war with the elements.
The air will be poison, the wind will be death.
I have only bought myself time.
I must find better shelter.

5/5 Light Doors 2020/04/14(Tue)11:44 No. 961930 ID: d63ea8
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>Turn right x2
Yet here the waves are calm.
Two moons hang serenely in the heavens.
I see an anchor affixed to the cliff’s edge.
The sea beyond hides an ominous intent.
It pretends not to hear the devastation.

>Examine what surrounds you.
>Explore by turning in a direction or approaching a distant location.
>Inspect items on your person, or elements of the environment.
>Divine the deeper meaning of this place.

>Seek things in the dreaming without moving in the waking.
Put your actions in italics if you want to specifically Examine/Explore/etc. things within the dreaming.

>React to what has been written and said. Fight against the haze.
>Or accept it.

>Make your own offerings if inspiration strikes you.
>Please Continue.

Alright, use the blanket as a makeshift gas mask to protect you from the poison gas if it can even hurt you in the first place. This will give you a fighting chance against the haze!

Use the serenity of the ocean to fight against the haze

Slipping Beneath the Waves Doors 2020/04/15(Wed)08:03 No. 962041 ID: d63ea8
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>Use the blanket as a makeshift gas mask to protect you from the poison gas.
I remove the blanket from the bed and wrap around my shoulders and face.
It’s soft and familiar.
This should help, even if it only yields a few more moments

>Can the poison gas hurt you in the first place?
Yes and no.
If I was fully immersed in the dreaming it might.
I would suffocate and wake up gasping.
The pain would be real but the injuries should not.
But I need to find shelter before the gas reaches me.

>This will give you a fighting chance against the haze!
Memories stir.
I’m still living, I’m still fighting.
I can’t doubt myself, not yet.
>(White Thoughts quieted)

>Use the serenity of the ocean to fight against the haze.
Yes… I was wrong.
The ocean does hear the devastation, but it is at peace with it.
It does not have enemies.
It does not take sides.
The waters merely sway with the moon and wind.

I will Immerse myself more deeply in the dreaming so I can feel that same calm.
Because we are the same.
>(Red Thoughts subdued)

Perhaps I was too quick to judge.
Maybe the Beacon… and the priest are right.

Maybe I should go to my desk and write another letter, it won’t take long.
I won’t have to worry about the gas yet.

>Examine what surrounds you.
>Explore by turning in a direction or approaching a distant location.
>Inspect items on your person, or elements of the environment.
>Divine the deeper meaning of this place.

>Seek things in the dreaming without moving in the waking.
>Immerse yourself further into the dreaming if you want to pull inspiration from there.
>Withdraw back to reality if it becomes too much.
Put your actions in italics if you want to specifically Examine/Explore/etc. things within the dreaming.

>Your own offerings may also be accepted.
>Please Continue.

Write a letter while your thoughts are clear

Write, and build, this is an open place and words have power. Build a world where you are at peace with yourself.

>>962081
No, you shouldn't be at peace with yourself, you should be satisfied with yourself! Start violently fapping, show the haze that you are not afraid of dying with your pants down. You have no fear and a hard will to show it that you know it! Do it for Goofy!

1/4 A Moment of Thought Doors 2020/04/18(Sat)10:03 No. 962417 ID: d63ea8
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>Write a letter while your thoughts are clear.
I turn right back towards my desk.
This moment of clarity will not last.
I need to use it while I can.

>Write, and build, this is an open place and words have power.
Yes, I can dictate to the dreaming.
These worlds need me to view them in order to exist.
I must delve into these realms.
For they hold something significant.
I Immerse myself deeper.
I will make this world my own.

2/4 A Moment of Thought Doors 2020/04/18(Sat)10:03 No. 962418 ID: d63ea8
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>Build a world where you are at peace with yourself.
I Remember a Desk.
A place where offerings were made.
Where the air broke, and the Abyss became real.
I see these stars twice-over.
Once with my eyes.
Second with my mind.
I am serene.
I am well.
This is my Altar.
And these words will have an impact.

3/4 A Moment of Thought Doors 2020/04/18(Sat)10:03 No. 962419 ID: d63ea8
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The paper is already there.
All I must do is think.
And the words will appear.

4/4 A Moment of Thought Doors 2020/04/18(Sat)10:03 No. 962420 ID: d63ea8
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But what will I write?
But what will I write?

>Please choose three words from the image above to center your letter around.
>Again, order does not matter, but intensity does.
>Once you have chosen your words, you add one of your own design to the mix.
>Five words will be taken.

Help Haze Pay bills

Dream help sick Trapped

Schizophrenia Dementia Depression Help

Fear help pay alone

It is Written Doors 2020/04/19(Sun)09:03 No. 962608 ID: d63ea8
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>Help, Pay, Fear, Trapped, sick

My quill stutters when it touches the page.
Help…
For all of the words fighting for my attention, ‘help’ is the only one to stay true.
I’m afraid, so afraid.
I’m sick, I’ll hurt people.
I need to pay for what I’ve done.
Locking myself away was the first act of it.

But maybe I wasn’t meant to face this alone.

I confess my fears to the paper.
I confess of my sickness, how I had caught a bird the other day and devoured its flesh.
That I must have more. I can’t stop myself.
I write on how I barricaded the door and lost the hammer.
That I can’t allow myself to leave, and how I am now trapped here.
But the outside world wants me to pay… in both money and misfortune.
Please, I need help.
I am drowning and there is no land in sight.
Please, I don’t know how much longer I can last…

>Who will this letter be addressed to?
>Maxine Day: The Desk of Residential Affairs?
>Father Steinarr: The Retired Priest from down the road?
>Etzil: The creature that lives beneath your bed?
>The Abyss: For it is always waiting?
>Someone else you have in mind?
>Or do you want to leave it with no set destination?

>If all of you choose different names, then it will reach one of them, but the recipient will be left up to fate.

Father Steinarr

If there is a doctor we know of, send it to him/her

otherwise, father

>>962874
I would rather send to a psychologist rather than to a doctor

1/3 With Such Tidings Doors 2020/04/21(Tue)19:56 No. 962947 ID: d63ea8
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>If there is a doctor/psychologist we know of?
Names and faces escape me.
There might be one out there amid the sea of stars.
But I have no connection to draw upon.
I would have to write to a doctor and let the Abyss guide my message.

>Father Steinarr.
Despite my fears and intrusive thoughts I write:
‘Dear Father,’

I don’t have any bottles nearby, but I think the envelope will suffice as a container.
Already it glows warmly with the light of the Beacon.
For good or ill, this act is significant.

2/3 With Such Tidings Doors 2020/04/21(Tue)19:57 No. 962948 ID: d63ea8
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Let the wind take it.
Let the light guide it.
Let this cry be carried to an ear that can hear it.

I release the letter, and it is done.

3/3 With Such Tidings Doors 2020/04/21(Tue)19:57 No. 962949 ID: d63ea8
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The Altar remains.
The dreaming is near.
The gas approaches.
I will be safe for a while.
But I will need to act.

>Examine what surrounds you.
>Explore by turning in a direction or approaching a distant location.
>Inspect items on your person, or elements of the environment.
>Divine the deeper meaning of this place.

>Seek things in the dreaming without moving in the waking.
>Immerse yourself further into the dreaming if you want to pull inspiration from there.
>Withdraw back to reality if it becomes too much.
Put your actions in italics if you want to specifically Examine/Explore/etc. things within the dreaming.

>Remember how things were. It will draw me closer to the dreaming, but I might evoke change.

>Your own offerings may also be accepted.
>Please Continue.

Withdraw for a bit

Step Back Doors 2020/04/23(Thu)11:53 No. 963277 ID: d63ea8
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>Withdraw for a bit.
I can’t let myself drift too far.
I’m losing track of the room around me.
If I steep too far then I might lose myself in the dreaming.
Breath. Slowly.
Pull away from the edge.

Drawer: “Hello. I was wondering when you might return to me.”

Drawer: “I have that gift if you want it.”

>Examine what surrounds you.
>Explore by turning in a direction or approaching a distant location.
>Inspect items on your person, or elements of the environment.
>Divine the deeper meaning of this place.
>Converse with those nearby.

>Seek things in the dreaming without moving in the waking.
>Immerse yourself further into the dreaming if you want to pull inspiration from there.
>Withdraw back to reality if it becomes too much. I cannot pull back any further without waking.
Put your actions in italics if you want to specifically Examine/Explore/etc. things within the dreaming.

>Remember how things were. It will draw me closer to the dreaming, but I might evoke change. I am not close enough to the dreaming.

>Your own offerings may also be accepted.
>Please Continue.

Inspect the drawer's gift

Alright drawer whatcha got

Ask the drawer if it wants to be a real boy just like Pinocchio

1/4 Giving Doors 2020/04/23(Thu)21:12 No. 963342 ID: d63ea8
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>Alright drawer whatcha got?

Drawer: “Many things. Tasty things.”

Drawer: “But I’ve gotten you…”

2/4 Giving Doors 2020/04/23(Thu)21:12 No. 963343 ID: d63ea8
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Drawer: “...this.”

3/4 Giving Doors 2020/04/23(Thu)21:12 No. 963344 ID: d63ea8
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>Inspect the drawer’s gift.
It is a terracotta pot.
The vessel is clean, unworn, and cool to the touch.
Dark soil waits within.
It has been watered recently.

The scent of loam permeates the air.
It is foreign to me, but the smell is comforting.

Drawer: “Yes, I thought you would like it.”

4/4 Giving Doors 2020/04/23(Thu)21:12 No. 963345 ID: d63ea8
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>Would you want to be real?

Drawer: “Oh but I am real.”

Drawer: “And there are so many delicacies I wish to try.”

>Examine what surrounds you.
>Explore by turning in a direction or approaching a distant location.
>Inspect items on your person, or elements of the environment.
>Divine the deeper meaning of this place.
>Converse with those nearby.

>Seek things in the dreaming without moving in the waking.
>Immerse yourself further into the dreaming if you want to pull inspiration from there.
>Withdraw back to reality if it becomes too much. I cannot pull back any further without waking.
Put your actions in italics if you want to specifically Examine/Explore/etc. things within the dreaming.

>Remember how things were. It will draw me closer to the dreaming, but I might evoke change. I am not close enough to the dreaming.

>Your own offerings may also be accepted.
>Please Continue.

Ask the drawer if it would like a taste of some ink from the ink-pot on the desk. If so give him some as a thank you for the gift.

I'm loving the quest Doors, so I created a wiki article for it https://questden.org/wiki/A_Game_Of_Words . If you want anything on the article changed you can find me on the discord or irc or you could talk to a moderator/admin to get a wiki account yourself

Clearly this drawer is delusional, it can't be real and a drawer at the same time that just makes no sense. Time to see just how mad this thing really is, ask it this question: Why is a raven like a writing desk?

1/3 Giving in Return Doors 2020/04/25(Sat)10:04 No. 963558 ID: d63ea8
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>Ask the drawer if it would like a taste of some ink from the ink-pot on the desk.

Drawer: “I would be elated if you offered me some ink.”

>Give him some as a thank you for the gift.
I pour out a small amount of ink into the drawer and it begins soaking into the wood.

Drawer: “Ah!”

Drawer: “Wonderfully bitter and ancient.”

Drawer: “A stolen treasure from an antediluvian being.”

Drawer: “You give such precious gifts my friend.”

2/3 Giving in Return Doors 2020/04/25(Sat)10:04 No. 963559 ID: d63ea8
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>Clearly this drawer is delusional, it can’t be real and a drawer at the same time.
The drawer closes of its own accord.

Drawer: “Ah, but that’s the secret. I’m real enough to be a drawer.”

Drawer: “And perhaps not a drawer.”

3/3 Giving in Return Doors 2020/04/25(Sat)10:04 No. 963560 ID: d63ea8
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Then the drawer opens again.
There are a couple of blank sheets inside.

Drawer: “See? I have things that a drawer might have.”

Drawer: “And don’t worry, I’ll be sure to save some paper for you.”

>Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Drawer: “Because they both feed on what’s dead and gone.”

>Examine what surrounds you.
>Explore by turning in a direction or approaching a distant location.
>Inspect items on your person, or elements of the environment.
>Divine the deeper meaning of this place.
>Converse with those nearby.

>Seek things in the dreaming without moving in the waking.
>Immerse yourself further into the dreaming if you want to pull inspiration from there.
>Withdraw back to reality if it becomes too much. I cannot pull back any further without waking.
Put your actions in italics if you want to specifically Examine/Explore/etc. things within the dreaming.

>Remember how things were. It will draw me closer to the dreaming, but I might evoke change. I am not close enough to the dreaming.

>Your own offerings may also be accepted.
>Please Continue.

Pawn_01 2020/04/25(Sat)13:37 No. 963651 ID: dce46f
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Not really a suggestion, but I have a shitty MSpaint map of our environment I made in case people are having trouble with directions. red is the waking world, blue is the dreaming.

Perhaps its time we tried divining, lets turn right to the altar room, sit down and attempt to divine the significance of it.

>>963651
Thank you for the map, and the post.
I'll be putting a map into the discussion thread for the suggestors to review.
https://questden.org/kusaba/questdis/res/132511.html#132575

Explore more of the altar room

1/4 Waking, Dreaming, Divining. Doors 2020/04/26(Sun)13:59 No. 963853 ID: d63ea8
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>Turn right to the altar.
The smoke is rising higher.
Choking out the stars.
The forest is set ablaze.

Even with the dreaming so far away, I can feel an energy along this wall.
While physically unchanged, this place is drinking in the ghost heat.
If left too long the soup might boil off of the walls.
But perhaps I am wrong.

2/4 Waking, Dreaming, Divining. Doors 2020/04/26(Sun)13:59 No. 963854 ID: d63ea8
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>Explore this part of the room.
I search behind the cans and I find something.

A small bundle of candles, numbering five in total.

But I know that there is something else.
If I turn my back on the altar I will find a terrible place.

3/4 Waking, Dreaming, Divining. Doors 2020/04/26(Sun)13:59 No. 963855 ID: d63ea8
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>Sit down and attempt to divine the significance of the altar.
I sit down on the cold floor and cross my legs.
It has been a while since I have done this.
But I remember the process.

First I raise my hands skyward and let my breath rise to the ceiling.
Then I root myself to the ground, like a statue amid the mud.
My hands slowly sink and I feel the air shift.

This place is a bastion of the Outer Reality.
Careful effort has been made to weaken the constraints of the waking world.
This place is marred with the efforts of salvation and destruction.
Time was the first guardian to be slain, the second was Space.
Offerings have been put out in an effort to court the attention of the Outer Beings.
That they would look kindly on this place and protect the one who dwells here.
As the moments pass the GREATER AND LESSER SPHERES draw closer.
All they need is a mirror and they will be able to speak.

4/4 Waking, Dreaming, Divining. Doors 2020/04/26(Sun)13:59 No. 963856 ID: d63ea8
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Yet this was only the last ritual of many.
There are lingering impressions of other Outer Beings who were here.
They have crossed this threshold, but have wandered elsewhere.
Their names, they were…
Labyrinthine
Grey Gash
Icon
The Hanging Garden
He Who Waits in the Dark
The Compression Knot
Avenue
and now the Greater and Lesser Spheres

I have a strong feeling we have already met "He Who Waits in the Dark", our good pal the monster under the bed.

If we want help from the Sphere it will be important to find a mirror as soon as possible, perhaps with a bit of polish we could use the reflective edge of Knife? if we were to go into the dreaming and are capable of bringing him with us perhaps a wash in the ocean might help him shine.

While we search for these things lets light a candle and turn our backs for the time being and confront the terrible place . Even if it is awful we need the full picture before we can be sure what course of action we need to take.

>>963862
this

1/3 Dreams of Fire Doors 2020/04/27(Mon)08:06 No. 963928 ID: d63ea8
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>I have a strong feeling we have already met “He Who Waits in the Dark,” our good pal, the monster under the bed.
The wayward thought quickly draws me out of the process.
I couldn’t have forgotten such an important detail, could I?
Have I been missing these beings when they’ve been standing right in front of me?
I… I need to talk to Etzil.

>If we want help from the Spheres it will be important to find a mirror as soon as possible.
Yes. I’ve laid the groundwork for this ritual.
I can’t allow this moment to slip by.
Ideally I will need two mirrors, one for each of the Spheres.

>Polish the knife?

Knife: “Ooo! Yes please! So long as it’s not a spit-shine I’ll be ecstatic.”

Knife: “You really ought to take better care of me, we’re partners in this, right?”

>Use the reflective edge of the knife?
That could work.
If I held the knife up at the perfect angle I might be able to carry out the ritual.
But I would have to hold the knife very close to myself, and that could be dangerous.

Knife: “Come on, I promise I won’t cut you, unless you want me to.”

>Are we capable of bringing the knife into the dreaming? Could we wash it in the ocean?
If I Immerse myself in the dreaming and can draw out aspects of what I can see and feel.

But the ocean dwells far below the cliffs.
I will need to find a way down to it.

Knife: “No! Stop! Veto! You can’t do that to me! I’d corrode like mad!”

Knife: “I’m sure that there’s something better around here, right?”

Knife: “Right?!”

>Light the candle.
I don’t have any matches or anything to light it with.
I’ve…

2/3 Dreams of Fire Doors 2020/04/27(Mon)08:06 No. 963929 ID: d63ea8
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...never needed them.

I Immerse myself deeper into the dreaming.
Who needs a match when they can stand before an inferno.
I draw upon the ghost-heat and let it wrap around me.
If my skin were truly here it would char and fall off the bone.
But it is not, and the heat’s purpose lies elsewhere.
Namely, upon the wick of this candle.

3/3 Dreams of Fire Doors 2020/04/27(Mon)08:06 No. 963930 ID: d63ea8
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The candle is now lit.

Knife: “You’d be a hit at parties with that trick.”

>Turn our back and confront the terrible place.
I…
I’m scared.
It will be waiting there for me.

>Even if it is awful we need the full picture.
…

The Wrong Wall Doors 2020/04/27(Mon)08:06 No. 963931 ID: d63ea8
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>Turned back.

RUN/HIDE/RUN/HIDE Doors 2020/04/27(Mon)08:06 No. 963932 ID: d63ea8
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No.
No!
NO!

>Forcibly Withdrawn back to reality.
This shouldn’t be here!
I can’t be here!
I need to run!
I have to run!
IT’S EVIL!
I CAN’T LET IT GET ME!
NOT AGAIN!
PLEASE! NO MORE!

>Examine what surrounds you. Run.
>Explore by turning in a direction or approaching a distant location. Hide
>Inspect items on your person, or elements of the environment. Run
>Divine the deeper meaning of this place. Hide
>Converse with those nearby. NONONONONONONO!

>Seek things in the dreaming without moving in the waking. Run
>Immerse yourself further into the dreaming if you want to pull inspiration from there. Hide
>Withdraw back to reality if it becomes too much. I cannot pull back any further without waking. Run

>Remember how things were. NO! PLEASE LET ME Forget.

>React to what is happening. Fight against the haze.
>Forget this terrible place. Let the haze remove it from sight.
>Run. Hide.

Face your fears and run away like a little bitch!

Put Knife hilt deep through that creepy mask and book it (bring Knife with you though, we're going to need him!)

Oh wait! The twin moons, they're the lesser and greater spheres, the ocean might be the mirror! If nothing else you need to remember this! When you return to the altar seek in the dreaming and turn until the anchor/ocean overlaps with the soup and blood on the wall.

Those words aren't intense though. Are you sure you're really afraid of it, or just mildly?

Maybe you just forgot why it is there when it shouldn't be. REACT: Try to remember.

1/7 Screaming and Teeth Doors 2020/04/28(Tue)13:20 No. 964137 ID: d63ea8
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>Face your fears.
>Put the Knife hilt deep through that creepy Mask.
”DIE YOU AWFUL FIEND!”

*THUNK*

The knife cuts through the haze and strikes the Mask.

My body is screaming at me to RUN.

Knife: “Ha ha HA! Not so tough now are you!”

2/7 Screaming and Teeth Doors 2020/04/28(Tue)13:20 No. 964138 ID: d63ea8
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My breathing is heavy.
I feel… vindicated.
Maybe even… brave.

Knife: “See? You and me, we’ll take on the world!”

Except.

Mask: Now why would you do something stupid like that?
My breath becomes ice cold.
No.
No!

Mask: It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

3/7 Screaming and Teeth Doors 2020/04/28(Tue)13:20 No. 964139 ID: d63ea8
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Mask: Now then, let’s deal with this little pest of yours.

The knife is immolated with a green energy.
Sparks of acrid light etch themselves along its blade.

Knife: “OOW!!! FUCK! FUCK!”

Knife: ”PULL ME OUT! PULL ME OUT! PLEASE!!!”

This was a mistake.
This was a mistake!

4/7 Screaming and Teeth Doors 2020/04/28(Tue)13:20 No. 964140 ID: d63ea8
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>Book it!
>Run away like a little bitch!
My feet seize up as a stumble backwards.

>(Bring the Knife, we’re going to need him!)
I grab onto the knife with a hand and wrench him free from the wall.
The hilt crackles with energy and begins stinging my skin.
Like it’s eating away at my flesh.

I turn back to the altar and start running.

5/7 Screaming and Teeth Doors 2020/04/28(Tue)13:20 No. 964141 ID: d63ea8
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>Turned left.
I have to run.
I need to get away.

Knife: ”Ow… Ah…”

6/7 Screaming and Teeth Doors 2020/04/28(Tue)13:20 No. 964142 ID: d63ea8
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>Turned left.
I need…

7/7 Screaming and Teeth Doors 2020/04/28(Tue)13:24 No. 964145 ID: d63ea8
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...to hide.

>Are you sure you’re really afraid of it?
Yes.
Now more than ever.
I should have left it.

>REACT: Try to remember.
It's…
>(White Thoughts interfere)
not…
>(White Thoughts interfere)
real…

>You need to deal with the (White Thoughts) if you want to Remember.
>Hide.
>Forget.
>React.

>>964145
React: It can't move. It's a mask. Nothing in your room can move from its place. So long as you don't look at it, it can't even talk to you. In fact, I think YOU are why anything in this room can talk to you at all. You're subconsciously using your power to alter reality. You are safe so long as you don't look at it again, and eventually you might even be able to defeat it (or that part of yourself)

Check on your knife.

We might need to write again to deal with those white texts

Try to cram yourself into that chest and then close it

1/5 Recovery Doors 2020/04/29(Wed)11:18 No. 964309 ID: d63ea8
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>Try to cram yourself into that chest and then close it.
The lockbox is too small for me to fit into.
It is currently locked.
I do not have the key.
I think that I may have hid it.

2/5 Recovery Doors 2020/04/29(Wed)11:18 No. 964310 ID: d63ea8
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>React: It’s a Mask. It can’t move. Nothing in your room can move from its place.
No. It can’t move.
It’s trapped there.
But… Why do things change?
How do they change when they can’t move?
>(White Thoughts weakened)
>(White Thoughts strengthened)

>So long as you don’t look at it, it can’t talk to you.
Yes. It doesn’t have power here.
I am safe.
>(White Thoughts weakened)

>YOU are why anything in this room can talk at all.
Am I?
I…
I didn’t know I had that kind of power.
Perhaps I could Test myself, and see what I can do.
>(White Thoughts weakened)

>You’re subconsciously using your power to alter reality.
Would that explain it?
Am I destroying this place?
What am I turning into?
>(White Thoughts strengthened)
I…
I can’t remember.

>You are safe so long as you don’t look at it again.
I am safe.
>(White Thoughts weakened)

>Eventually you might even be able to defeat it.
It felt good to win.
Even if I was wrong.
I want to be brave like that again.
>(White Thoughts quieted)

The haze falls away and I can see again.
My thoughts are clearer.

3/5 Recovery Doors 2020/04/29(Wed)11:18 No. 964311 ID: d63ea8
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>Check on your knife.
Thin shallow scratches mar the edge of the blade.
The metal still emits an acidic smell, but it’s far fainter than it was previously.
Otherwise there is minimal warping to the blade and no damage to the spine.

Knife: “I guess I should take this as another battle-scar.”

Knife: “Good work getting us out of there.”

Knife: “...That isn’t a jab at you, I…”

Knife: “I can get a bit... pointed at times, and I’m sorry for saying those things.”

Knife: “But you really helped me out there.”

Knife: “I’ll… I’ll try to make good on that.”

It feels like I’ve strengthened my bond with the knife.

4/5 Recovery Doors 2020/04/29(Wed)11:18 No. 964312 ID: d63ea8
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>We might need to write again to deal with those (White Thoughts).
The haze left for now, but maybe writing again will help me regain my focus.
I crawl out from under the bed and begin making my way over to the writing desk.

5/5 Recovery Doors 2020/04/29(Wed)11:18 No. 964313 ID: d63ea8
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>Turned right.
The drawer is missing.

The Altar has left as well.
But I don’t need it to write.
Maybe I could try to Remember where it was, and bring it back.

I still have the Missive, so I could write on the back of it.
But whoever I give it to will be able to read the Missive as well.

>Examine what surrounds you.
>Explore by turning in a direction or approaching a distant location.
>Inspect items on your person, or elements of the environment.
>Divine the deeper meaning of this place.
>Converse with those nearby.
>Test these ‘powers’ you have, possibly find answers.

>Seek things in the dreaming without moving in the waking.
>Immerse yourself further into the dreaming if you want to pull inspiration from there.
>Withdraw back to reality if it becomes too much. I cannot pull back any further without waking.
Put your actions in italics if you want to specifically Examine/Explore/etc. things within the dreaming.

>Remember how things were. It will draw me closer to the dreaming, but I might evoke change. I am not close enough to the dreaming.

>Don’t Forget: When you return to the altar Seek in the dreaming and turn until the ocean overlaps with the soup and blood on the wall.
>Your own offerings may also be accepted.
>Please Continue.

Test the limits by trying to converse with something you have not. Perhaps Inkpot has something to say. Lets also inspect that empty cubbyhole where drawer used to hang out, anything lurking in there? Let's also converse with Knife, does he know anything about that demon mask we are unable or unwilling to remember?

1/3 Darker Discoveries Doors 2020/04/30(Thu)09:43 No. 964439 ID: d63ea8
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>Test the limits by trying to converse with something you have not. Perhaps the inkpot has something to say.

Inkpot: “Heh, it’s nice of you to think so.”

Inkpot: “But I’m more of a listener than a speaker.”

Inkpot: “Tell me what you want to say and I’ll try to help you write it.”

Inkpot: “...”

Inkpot: “You should be more careful around the drawer.”

Inkpot: “...”

Inkpot: “Don’t tell her I said that.”

2/3 Darker Discoveries Doors 2020/04/30(Thu)09:43 No. 964440 ID: d63ea8
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>Inspect that empty cubbyhole where the drawer used to hang out, anything lurking in there?
The recess extends far back into the desk.
Far further than it physically should.
Even with the light of the candle I can’t see the far end.

Blood... streaks the interior like oil.
It’s fresh.
As if it’s seeping from the wood itself.

The candle flame wavers as air slowly moves in and out of the slot.

It has that vaguely sweet smell.
Like rancid… food.

3/3 Darker Discoveries Doors 2020/04/30(Thu)09:46 No. 964442 ID: d63ea8
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>Converse with the knife, does he know anything about the Demon Mask we are unable or unwilling to remember.

Knife: “Yeah… I do.”

Knife: “Nasty piece of work that thing is.”

Knife: “It was one of the first things you brought home when you were just getting sick.”

Knife: “When you started getting... worse it promised to help you.”

Knife: “You… We wanted to do some pretty bad things.”

Knife: “But then the bird incident happened, and you came to your senses.”

Knife: “I should’ve been better to you, for you.”

Knife: “After that you lost it, throwing me around and hiding that thing.”

Knife: “But then you forgot, and I pretended like nothing ever happened.”

Knife: “I’m sorry for that too.”

>Examine what surrounds you.
>Explore by turning in a direction or approaching a distant location.
>Inspect items on your person, or elements of the environment.
>Divine the deeper meaning of this place.
>Converse with those nearby.
>Test these ‘powers’ you have, possibly find answers.

>Seek things in the dreaming without moving in the waking.
>Immerse yourself further into the dreaming if you want to pull inspiration from there.
>Withdraw back to reality if it becomes too much. I cannot pull back any further without waking.
Put your actions in italics if you want to specifically Examine/Explore/etc. things within the dreaming.

>Remember how things were. It will draw me closer to the dreaming, but I might evoke change. I am not close enough to the dreaming.

>Don’t Forget: When you return to the altar Seek in the dreaming and turn until the ocean overlaps with the soup and blood on the wall.
>Your own offerings may also be accepted.
>Please Continue.

Lets return to the altar and seek to line up the lesser and greater spheres with the ocean moons, we can decide what follows from there.

>>964553
Sure.

1/4 The Ritual Doors 2020/05/02(Sat)08:34 No. 964651 ID: d63ea8
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>Return to the Altar.
I turn right, back towards the altar.
The soup has boiled off of the walls as the ghost-heat penetrates reality.
Sweat begins to form on my brow.

Despite the distance, the dreaming reaches further.
If my form was atop that cliff my marrow would bubble and my bones would crack.
I fear that this dream will soon draw to a close if I do not find shelter.

2/4 The Ritual Doors 2020/05/02(Sat)08:34 No. 964652 ID: d63ea8
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>Seek to line up the lesser and greater spheres with the ocean moons.
I turn left and look across the open sky.
Twilight boundaries run between the ghost-heat and the cold vacuum.
Reality seems less steady.
As though it is fading, rather than the dreaming.

3/4 The Ritual Doors 2020/05/02(Sat)08:35 No. 964653 ID: d63ea8
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>Turned left.
I face the ocean and the sound of sea spray reaches my ears.
I hear it twice over as the moons seamlessly match the symbols in my blood.
Vast celestial bodies now hang in the air and drink of my offerings.
Yet there needs to be more.
One final sacrifice.
One final death.

Clock: “I curse you with every ounce of my being.”

Clock: “I hope you choke.”

Clock: “I hope you suffer.”

Clock: “I hope you die.”

Clock: “Slowly.”

4/4 The Ritual Doors 2020/05/02(Sat)08:35 No. 964654 ID: d63ea8
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The offering flies apart. Its insides disemboweled consumed by the greater sphere.
The stars fade.
The moons fade.
The walls fade.
The floor fades.

It is here.
Yet I am overcome with a feeling that is both familiar and unfamiliar.
As thought something is reaching out.
It came at the request of one.
Yet when it arrived it could sense that other shapes-
-other Beings-
have crossed this threshold.
But what is this creature?
An offering-
an acolyte-
an anomaly?

No, a curiosity.
It reaches out further.
It wishes to-
commune.

>Commune? Moments will not pass.
>Retreat. This was a mistake.

>Something else?

Commune with the acolyte

>>964654
Commune. You came this far.

Sorry it had to be this way clock. Commune!

Making Room Inside Doors 2020/05/02(Sat)19:52 No. 964712 ID: d63ea8
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>Commune with the acolyte.
There is joy.
[color=#004186]There is doubt.
This creature is being deluded.[/color]

I can’t reach the floor anymore.
I can’t reach my knife.
I can feel it in my hand, but my hand is not here.

>Commune You came this far.
It examines the surrounding void.
[color=#0077DE]Each cut was measured.
Every offering was weighed.
It does not understand this ‘far,’ but it does understand the need.[/color]

I can feel the Greater and Lesser Spheres.
One which rots and destroys.
The other that nurtures and protects.
I… I feel them reaching in.

>Sorry it had to be this way Thief. Commune!
The fervor takes it by surprise!
What is this creature thing that throws themself at it?
Without thought-
[color=#0077DE]this creature moves!

How?
Such things are not possible.
Yet-
-this creature can.

It ponders on whether this creature should be taken apart.
Examined.
And then possibly put together.
In any circumstance-
-it is fascinated-
-and impressed with this curious thing.

More could be gleaned from the creature living.
More could be learned from the creature dying.
It found interest in both.
It could be swayed.[/color]

>Live for now.
>Die for a while.

>Regardless, of your choice. Ask and It/[color=#0077DE]It will answer.
[/color]

>There could always be another option.

>>964712
Coming back from death is something few get to experience. I'd say go with that. Die for a bit, let them examine your parts while you discover what lies beyond. Then they can put you back together again.

For your request: ask how you can grow strong enough to defeat the Mask, and control yourself enough you won't be a danger to those around you.

As long as they promise to put us back together I could see dying being alright for a little, ask them if Knife can come with you.

For our request, we should ask how we can cure, or at least manage our sickness so we can leave the apartment before outsiders breach it and endanger themselves.

lets get dead for a bit.
maybe knifie can help us with accomplishing that?

If you can stab the drawer with the knife and see what will happen!

>>964712
Our death in deconstruction and subsequent revival in reconstruction enables both more to be gleaned from the creature dying and from the creature living, yet more may even be gleaned in the reconstruction itself.

((I'm not sure how grizzly some of these following images might appear to some, but I want to err on the side of caution.))

((So here is your warning.))

1/4 Deeper Doors 2020/05/03(Sun)19:04 No. 964846 ID: d63ea8
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>Our death in deconstruction and subsequent revival in reconstruction enables both more to be gleaned from the creature dying and from the creature living, yet more may even be gleaned in the reconstruction itself.
It agrees, the deconstruction-
-and resuscitation-
-of the creature would provide the most insight.
What might be found in the pieces?
What changes could be made, it wonders.
It wonders.
Both will be examined thoroughly.
-gliding under the bandage.
Looking for something.

Why is this creature different from others?
The shape is wrong.
The pigmentation is wrong.
Is the creature-
-poisoned?
Corrupted?

>Ask how we can cure, or at least manage our sickness so we can leave the apartment before outsiders breach it and endanger themselves.
Yes, sick but different.
It knows of the omnipotent cure.
But of the lesser cures-
-the life-keeping cures-
-it knows…
It must experiment.
There is something familiar in this creature.
Familiar to it.
Familiar to it.