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(he is who I think he is)

by Zeffon

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Moldy Apartment 10:34
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i. Moldy Apartment - (he is who I think he is) When my master told me that a lesser god had killed himself, I could hardly believe it. Then to learn that it was the insane one... In any case, I've been watching the apartment for years now, waiting for my boss to reply. He hasn't sent me a letter in weeks, and it's really starting to test my nerves. Just the other day, some construction crew pulled out some rotten wallpaper out of the place. I heard that one of the few residents renting the apartment (my subject of whom to view from a long distance) had gone mad. If so, mission accomplished. I can go get my pay. The man is dead. I was going to do some further scouting to make sure that the man truly is dead and that we won't need to worry about him any longer. According to my boss, he's quite powerful, but doesn't know it yet. It's as if he just needs to awaken. Anyhow, the other day, I went to the apartment at night, the frogs chirping and croaking as usual. I continued on and eventually found myself in the abandoned building opposite the target's residence. As I made my way to the top, I tripped slightly on a step, causing a noise that made the night watchman's flashlight illuminate the ceiling above me through the ruined open window. I simply ducked and everything was okay. Or so I thought. To tell you the truth, that watchman had always scared me. It was as if he knew when I would be observing the man, whether it was from afar or from across the street. In any case, I slowly and quietly removed my aging rifle components from my pack. The stock seemed weird, it was as if the moist air around me had soaked into it somehow. At the bottom of the pack were my binoculars. Using them to gaze through the open window, I spotted a flickering light. I didn't know what to make of it, but my guess was that the light was on the verge of burning out, like a lantern without any oil. I shuddered, imagining being in a deep forest without any light. It seemed too real a possibility, so I lit the lantern I had with me. The light from that lantern must have been very visible from the street, because before I knew it, someone was riddling the area with bullets. Leaving my rifle components behind, I ran out with my binoculars and fled into the back alley. I slid into the shadows easily, and soon, I could no longer hear any commotion. Not that there was much to begin with; the streets of these parts of the town didn't have a lot of people in them anyway. I returned. My rifle parts were gone. However, in their place was a small note. "Meet me at Karij." That's what it said. I recognized the handwriting instantly. It was that of my boss.
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Psilocin 00:58
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ii. Pscilocin Caria is gone to sleep and the meaning of the wiced is lost among the ashes at misty mire.
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The Patrolman and His Lonely Duties 45:22
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iii. The Patrolman and His Lonely Duties Sleep my puppet, for the end is nigh. Do not contain te differe. that your cl. sees.

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i. Moldy Apartment

- (he is who I think he is)

When my master told me that a lesser god had killed himself, I could hardly believe it. Then to learn that it was the insane one...

In any case, I've been watching the apartment for years now, waiting for my boss to reply. He hasn't sent me a letter in weeks, and it's really starting to test my nerves.

Just the other day, some construction crew pulled out some rotten wallpaper out of the place. I heard that one of the few residents renting the apartment (my subject of whom to view from a long distance) had gone mad. If so, mission accomplished. I can go get my pay. The man is dead.

I was going to do some further scouting to make sure that the man truly is dead and that we won't need to worry about him any longer. According to my boss, he's quite powerful, but doesn't know it yet. It's as if he just needs to awaken.

Anyhow, the other day, I went to the apartment at night, the frogs chirping and croaking as usual. I continued on and eventually found myself in the abandoned building opposite the target's residence. As I made my way to the top, I tripped slightly on a step, causing a noise that made the night watchman's flashlight illuminate the ceiling above me through the ruined open window. I simply ducked and everything was okay. Or so I thought.

To tell you the truth, that watchman had always scared me. It was as if he knew when I would be observing the man, whether it was from afar or from across the street. In any case, I slowly and quietly removed my aging rifle components from my pack. The stock seemed weird, it was as if the moist air around me had soaked into it somehow. At the bottom of the pack were my binoculars. Using them to gaze through the open window, I spotted a flickering light. I didn't know what to make of it, but my guess was that the light was on the verge of burning out, like a lantern without any oil. I shuddered, imagining being in a deep forest without any light. It seemed too real a possibility, so I lit the lantern I had with me.

The light from that lantern must have been very visible from the street, because before I knew it, someone was riddling the area with bullets. Leaving my rifle components behind, I ran out with my binoculars and fled into the back alley. I slid into the shadows easily, and soon, I could no longer hear any commotion. Not that there was much to begin with; the streets of these parts of the town didn't have a lot of people in them anyway.

I returned. My rifle parts were gone. However, in their place was a small note.

"Meet me at Karij." That's what it said.

I recognized the handwriting instantly. It was that of my boss.

ii. Pscilocin

Caria is gone to sleep and the meaning of the wiced is lost among the ashes at misty mire.

I discovered later that there was something a little bit odd about how Ratayu was situated in the middle of a desert. I soon saw a plane fly overhead, and I winced at the thought of it dropping bombs on my head. Ever since Caria had that dream in the Forest of Shadow memories, the radios in Ratayu had been filled with strange static and voices talking to one another. Sometimes, the conversations went a bit like this:

"Do you think they're ready?"

"Do you?"

"The shadow won't last long. Perhaps it's time we lay waste."

"Give them longer."

The conversation repeats itself every 15 seconds or so, and then it turns into radio static.

Caria noticed that her grandfather Kerragan had been acting odd since the dream that she had had about her uncle Dränsilane. She had also been feeling a little bit queasy and light-headed after the encounter, but she had managed to shake it off. Her grandfather however, began to complain about voices that he kept hearing. This is when Caria's mother dashed into the room and closed the door behind her.

"Caria..." She looked as though she had seen a ghost.

"Mom? What is it?"

"They're coming..."

Caria suddenly thought she heard a low bump in the desert night outside. It was barely audible, but with her hearing, she could confirm that yes, something was out in the desert sands. Something big.

"Mom? What's coming for us?"

Caria closed her eyes and began to think about the sandstorms that would occasionally erupt at night, and with her psychic powers, she saw something that was shrouded in bellowing sand. Upon closer inspection, it seemed like a giant mass of writhing hair, until a human head attached to a very long neck emerged from the mass and turned, looking at Caria with half-decayed eyes, pale, and stray maggots crawling around its crooked eyes. The smell was incredible.

"Breathe this and walk as the living dead..." said a raspy voice.

Caria opened her eyes. Her mom was leaning against the door with her ear to it, as if trying to pinpoint the location of the foul beast.

"Mom? That looked very much like Enöigimras, the Final King of Dotajmari, based on what I've read about him."

"He's beckoning all those who are in Ratayu at the moment to follow him to the land of the undead. Caria, you know what happened to your grandmother, yes? She disappeared into thin air. It's likely that that thing out there got her."

"She's a powerful psychic! How could that be the case?"

iii. The Patrolman and his Lonely Duties

Sleep my puppet, for the end is nigh. Do not contain te differe. that your cl. sees.

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released July 23, 2014

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