I found a treasure today! While backing up some files I found a writing project from eight years ago that I had completely forgotten about. For seven months I wrote a blog on myspace.com from the perspective of a character lost in a strange world. It’s funny that I forgot about what I had written, but I’ve still been developing the world and potential plot aspects over the years. Here is an excerpt:
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Nothing makes sense anymore; I don’t even know where I am or how the events that have unfolded are even possible. Something is terribly wrong here. I have to get out, but I’ve gone from wandering through what I thought were catacombs, to running for my life, to being finally being captured and sealed in this tiny cavern to die. Sometimes I wish I could just perish down here. I don’t even know if I really am underground anymore.
Shortly after my last entry the Specters caught me. I hadn’t seen them in a while and thought that it might be safe to sneak back to the ‘Office’, and maybe try to figure out what is going on from the books there. But, they were waiting for me.
I was ambushed by several of the hideous creatures. The Runner was nearby, as always, but he merely watched. They may have gotten him as well, I can’t be sure.
What happened next I can’t quite explain. The largest Specter caught me and held me tightly with two of his insect-like limbs, and with several of the short paddles that lined his body. Dragging me to the wall, it slashed a hole and started to carry us both through. I fought as hard as I could, but it was to no avail. I remember being squeezed tightly, just long enough to make me gasp, before I was dragged through the opening in the wall. On the other side of the wall I expected to be brought into a hidden passage. But I was mistaken. It felt like being dragged through a pool of gelatin. It was so thick that the Specter seemed to swim through it, and there was no air. At one point I dared open my eyes. I saw the wispy luminescent tentacles of the Specter helping it along and tortuous veins of glowing light, like those in the ceilings of the caverns, surrounding us. Just as I thought I would run out of air I was pushed through another hole and into this room. I have been left here alone ever since.
I don’t know where I am, but this is certainly not any kind of natural cave, as I had thought. There never was stone behind what I thought was a buildup of fungus on the walls. I am inside of some sort of living organism, an organism that seems to be run by these terrible Specters. I can only conclude that I was brought here for storage before being devoured by whatever kind of colony these bugs live in. There is no hope left for me.
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Is it possible for things to make more and less sense at the same time? Sometimes, I think that I must really be sitting in an institution somewhere, that the things that I am seeing are all in my head.
Yesterday, I thought for sure that I was going to be eaten.
Now it seems that I have been given a mission.