2 days, 4 hours ago: Devonia wrote a Downtime Journal for Mysophobia

What does it MEAN to be a contractor?

Logbook Entry 220

 

Maikendo has opened up some questions and thrown the nature of the "Simulations" I was in entirely into question

 

                               Essentially, there's a difference between players of Neo-Genis and Contractors, and that they can come from different worlds, different dimensions, and when I asked, they basically described exactly what I was doing as a Contractor, meaning I Could have come from another dimension or world! That whole research I did into how the simulations relate to each other, what and why they are trying to accomplish with these simulations, potentially all for nothing because I might be from someplace else!?  

 

                              And to top it all off, I had to make a decision between ensuring the goal would be accomplished and letting someone do it by themselves to assure themselves that they would have the win fair and square!? and it was a close friend of mine as well, I NEED to explain why else they'll think I'm overbearing and don't believe in them, yet they think it might hurt me if I do so??? why would explaining that hurt me, its in the past, I suffer no consequences currently from it, I am FREE from my past. I want to know about it, I want it to be explained so I know who I am, WHY I AM! 

 

Is it something else? do they not want to know? they aren't afraid of me but....

Do they want to know who Devonia is?

 

 

3 days, 3 hours ago: Len wrote a Downtime Journal for The Serbian Gamble

My god is with me.

I can speak to him now.

 

After the last mission I learned something. A ritual.

 

i took some bullets and hammered them into 2 disc. I spend the day and night praying, sending worship to my God, and when morning came, the disc were coins with a symbol of my God.

 

On picking it up, I could feel my God. His mark came to me, blessing me with his symbol. His words came to me, praising me for my work, and telling me to spread his message. To kill in his name, and to spread war.

 

I’ve spent much time talking to him in recent days. Through our conversations and my reflections, I can feel something broken inside of me healing. My understanding of others. How to talk to them , what they wanted.

 

I’ve made so many mistakes because I didn’t understand. I need to be better. I’m sure my next mission will require me to grow and learn. So that I am ready.

3 days, 20 hours ago: Carpathia wrote a Contract Journal for Crustacean Calamity

Chicken Noodle Soup

CW: Gore/Body Horror

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carpathia is sitting in the tub. She's been sitting in the tub for roughly eight hours at this point. By now, the once pristine white porcelain that Carpathia works so hard to keep clean was covered in dead skin and inky black blood that glittered like the stars. Her initial shock at seeing her own viscera had faded after the first few hours. Now she was mostly bored.

Her dull musing was interrupted by a knock at the door. Her family's apartment only had one bathroom between the three of them, so it had been happening through out the day. This time though, the door opened to let in the smell of... something. She sniffed the air slightly, but all she could really make out was her own blood. Suddenly, the shower curtain was pushed aside to reveal her older brother Cyrus, carrying a bowl of chicken soup. His understanding of what his sister was going through right now was based on her very quick and clearly distressed explanation of why she would be taking up the apartment's single bathroom for 24 hours. So, he thought she was sick. And when his sister is sick, he makes her chicken noodle soup. He had also been trying to prepare himself for what he was about to look at. He was warned it would be gross and kind of horrifying. Carpathia wasn't lying.

Before him sat his sister, naked except for the stone Celtic Cross around her neck that she holds so dear and sweating out alien blood. Her skin was slowly peeling off, revealing a layer of wood that seemed to pulse and glow ever so slightly with every breath. He could just barely see little bits of new skin growing on top of the wood through the blood. It smelled like shell fish. By itself this would be concerning, but she had also placed a towel over the bathroom mirror. She hadn't done that in years. His sister was in trouble.

Cyrus likes to think he isn't squeamish. He likes to think all the 'squeam' had been shocked out of him during his time in the military, but there was something different about seeing his own sister in such a sorry state. Her surprise at seeing someone come in melted away into the familiar smile she always greeted Cyrus with and it made him sick to see her pretending this was fine.

"You made me soup? This isn't a cold y'know, I just need to wait it out. I'm not really hungry, anyway." Cyrus' sister had recently developed an ability to make it so everyone she spoke to knew when she was telling the truth. So he could very easily tell that she was entirely serious. Carpathia wasn't hungry. He didn't care. His sister was in trouble, and he wasn't going to sit by and do nothing. He pulled up a bathroom stool and sat next to the tub and started feeding her soup, spoon-full by spoon-full. Her hands were hardly in a state to grip much of anything, let alone use the fine motor skills needed for eating soup, so he would sub in for now.

Carpathia was about to object when Cyrus interrupted her.

"You're going to turn down my cooking? Shut up and eat."

She could formulate no argument to combat his almost mythical rhetorical skills. So, she sat there and let her brother feed her home made chicken noodle soup. Eventually her smile fades into a dull frown, from a dull frown to the verge of tears, from the verge of tears to actual tears. Then, finally, a small, tired smile.

Ten minutes after the soup was finished, Cyrus was still there.

"You know, you don't have to hang out in the bathroom with me. I'll be fine on my own." Truth.

"Don't care, I like spending time with my sister." Truth.

The siblings sat in silence for the rest of the night, enjoying eachother's company.