User:Jekkers/Sandbox

Just Some Audio Logs

By: HeadstrongOne

Edited By: Demon Hitman45

(Week 39, Update 1)

Audio Log #1: Hello, Jenkins P. Lotson talking. I will not go on a spiel on how I got here, just know that I did. It’s along the lines of “This world is boring to me” and “No fun is to be had with this life.” to the reason I’m where I am. There were many things I wanted to do when I entered this world. Discover its lands, find treasure, meet new people, maybe even lay down with some of the locals. How could I let myself get this deep? First off, this place is full of these things called Mamono, monsters that have taken the form of women of various builds, but most of them very beautiful. I even saw fucking seaweed talk...SEAWEED! Then I find out later the reason as to why they are this way. There is an honest-to-god Demon Lord here. Like one of those Japanese anime things my weeaboo colleague had talked about. I almost laughed when I was told that these Mamono seek men’s, ahem…. seminal fluids. I was then told I should get my ass to an Order city. I don’t fucking know what that means, but I guess that’s my current objective. That is all for today. Jenkins out.

Audio Log #2: Just camped down for the night. So far I have traveled nearly 25 miles from my last position. Who knows when I’ll see the city. Strangely, my head has been feeling woozy most of the day. Maybe I’m delirious from the world traveling? No point in finding out now, best go to sleep so I can be fully aware tomorrow. *Giggling* What was that!? Who’s there!? Come out so I can see you! I will end my log here until I find what that noise is. Jenkins out.

Audio Log #3: Putting in another log to say I’m fine. Whatever made that noise was long gone by the time I went looking for it. When I went back to camp, I noticed something had ruffled through my clothes, though oddly I’m only missing an old pair of boxer shorts that I had worn on the first day here. They were going anyway, so I don’t mind, but I’m still pissed at whoever decided to go through my delicates. Let’s just hope this doesn’t happen again. I slept that night with my pistol beside my head, waiting for another noise, but it was silent for the rest of the night. I woke up to a pretty clear sky and a new sense of caution. I gathered my things and went my own merry way. My head still feels woozy though. I feel fine, but it’s like something is poking my brain with a something very soft. Like a sponge or maybe a pillow. I don’t know anymore. Time to get on with the day. Jenkins out.

Audio Log #4: Okay, this is odd. I coulda swore I was heading east towards the Order city, but when I looked at the map I was given it seems I’ve been heading west ever deeper into the forest. How could I mess up the direction? I’m pretty good at knowing where to go. This isn’t like me. And my head isn’t feeling any better. The feeling is growing hotter by the hour. I saw something for a millisecond, but I could’ve swore it was a pair of disembodied eyes. There has to be something wrong with me if I’m seeing that kind of stuff. What would my asshat friend say about this? Who cares. He’s living in la la land while I’m actually here. Time to right myself and get on with my day. Jenkins out!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:50px;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Audio Log #5: What the fuck is wrong with me! I’m even deeper in this forest than before and the world around me is starting to look way more purple! Is that even a natural color of a forest? What am I thinking? This forest is anything but normal! Fuck! What I wouldn’t give for that ADD medicine they give to those dumb kids. Had to make do with some Tylenol in order to soothe the feeling in my head. The sky is looking ready to downpour and it looks like I’m gonna have to find some shelter, maybe a cave or something. Scratch that, a cave most likely has something living in it. I will probably just have to build my own shelter. Well, time to get making it then. Jenkins out.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:50px;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Audio Log #6: It turns out I’m not that great at following my own advice, cause now I’m in a cave after my shelter was destroyed. And when I say shelter, I mean the tree I was huddling under got struck by lightning. Yay for me! I didn’t have enough time to get a look at this place, but by the looks of it, this thing goes pretty deep. Do I dare to sate my curiosity? Of course not! No sane man would willingly go deeper not knowing anything. As soon as this storm is over, I’m outta here and heading east. That’s all for now. Jenkins out.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:50px;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Audio Log #7: I’m an idiot…. I was about to leave the cave, but for some reason I felt that I had to investigate this place further. I don’t even feel my own feet as I walk ever deeper into this place. I can swear I heard that giggling again. I feel like I’m being toyed with, and I know it. But for some reason I kinda want to be. Wait…. Did I just say that? What the fuck is wrong with me right now! I’m leaving this place right now and I WILL NOT BE GOING DEEPER! JENKINS OUT!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:50px;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Audio Log #8: Why won’t my body listen to me!? My legs move as if they were not my own! I can’t turn around and I only just got the strength to press the button down. My mind is pounding like a road crew were working on it and I feel hotter than hell itself. *Giggling and sounds of surprise and plastic hitting stone* Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! “Of course dear…..” What was that? *Sounds of recorded being picked up* What the hell are you? Why the hell are you purple…. And what the fuck is with that squid thing!? Oh god no…. *Squishy sounds and muffled screaming* “Jenkins out~”

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