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Day One
So, I might be going crazy. Going? Gone? I don't know. But in case this is real, I figured I'd keep a record. Assuming this actually works.
From the start: I woke up, and everything seemed normal. I'm in my bedroom, there's light coming in through the window. Nothing was out of place, though the power was out. Clock was stopped on the wall. No big deal, it's daytime, just wait for it to come back. Maybe grab the candles when it gets dark, right?
I get dressed, grab my phone, which is dead, and open my door.
It's not my house. It's not even a house. It opens onto a fucking *cliff*. I almost walked off the edge before I noticed.
So, we're already onto something weird as hell.
The cliff is just red-brown… rock. Stuff. I'm not a geologist. The door is set right in it.
The cliff's looking over a seaside. I can see houses near the beach down below. They look abandoned. The roofs are all wood and tile, but I can see holes it them. There's one that has a palm tree growing out of it.
Anyway, that's down the cliff. The door actually opens onto a narrow ledge, which winds up and down.
This is probably just a weird, like, dream, or hallucination. I'm writing this down so I can have a laugh about it later. Right. Right.
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Fuck. Okay. Okay. Fuck.
Okay, the cliff wasn't going away and the power wasn't coming back, so I decided to go for a short walk. Just to get my bearings, and hope I'm not actually walking in the middle of traffic during my hallucination.
I walked down the cliffside path a bit. Just to the nearest switchback. It was a bit dizzying. The path is pretty narrow, and it's a long drop down from my door. But I made it.
I get to the curve, and there's a dead man at the far side. He was wearing the remains of an old-timey pirate outfit. I could see his spine exposed where the cloth had worn away.
Then he stood up, shambled over, and stabbed me with a sword.
I felt it. White hot pain, the sword sliding over and through my guts, and then a coldness. I collapsed as it raised the sword again. There was an impact, and I lost consciousness.
And then I woke up in my bed again. I sat gasping and sobbing, my heart racing a mile-a-minute.
I was sure I'd just woken up from a particularly bad dream. I took a drink of water form the bottle by my bed, frowned at the lights still being out, and walked to the door. And saw the cliff again.
I stood for a minute, then slammed the door, turned around, and jumped back into bed. I was not ready for this to be real. I'm still not.
I eventually needed to piss, so I got up, used the bathroom, and checked the door again. Still cliff.
I went to my desk and sat down to think. It didn't seem to help. Thinking wasn't making the cliff go away.
I'm going to try the path again. Try going up this time. Wish me luck.
There were no dead pirates going uphill, but I found my way blocked by a short town tower with a locked, rusty gate. The tower looked like it might fall over at any moment.
I tried forcing the gate, but even though it looks like more rust than metal, the bars are thick and solid. I might have more luck on the lock if I had a crowbar, but I seem to be fresh out.
The side facing away from the cliff had much of its facade broken off. It looked like it might just be climbable. I decided to give climbing it a go.
I got almost halfway to the other side when the stones under my hand gave way, and I plunged down the side of the cliff. There was a moment of terrifying freefall, then I felt myself slam into the cliff face twice, which, thankfully, did it for me.
And then I woke up again. Guess what! Still cliff! Fuck! I'm going to sleep. Maybe I'll actually wake up this time.
Day 2
Okay, still cliff. Still tower, and, if I look carefully without getting close, still dead pirate.
I can't stay here forever. The water still works in my sink, but my food supply consists of a box of energy bars and a poptart. Well, two pop tarts, one bag. That's not going to last me for terribly long.
I really don't want to try climbing on the tower again. I'm also kind of afraid of it falling down on me. I assume I'd just wake up here again, but still, no thanks.
So that leaves pirate. I could try running past him, but I don't want him chasing me down a crumbly, mountain path. That just seems unsafe. So I've got to take him out somehow. I don't have much in the way of weaponry, but I figure if I break my chair, one of the legs will at least make an okayish club. Not the best club, or even a particularly good one, but okayish. I hope. And hey, I'll have three more. Anyway, we'll see how it goes.
Well, the pirate's dead…er. But I'm kinda fucked up. I missed him the first time, and he got me across the ribs. But I hit him a couple times after that, and he went down. And I kept hitting him, until he fell apart. And then I took his rusty old sword and kicked him off the cliff, because fuck him. I'm not feeling so great, though. I stopped bleeding, so that's good. I had to use a shirt as a sort of makeshift bandage, but it seemed to have worked okay. But man, that sucked. Gonna go see what's after Scurvy Pete.
…Two more undead pirates. Who fucking killed me again. That's what was around the bend.
What the fucking shit is this place? Am I dead? Is this hell? Fuck this.
Anyway, some new things. When I woke up, the cut across my ribs was gone. Not healed, just gone. The shirt was still cut up and wrapped around me, though. And the pirate sword was leaning on the wall next to my bed.
So, this is no longer cool or weird or interesting, it's just fucked up. And you know, I only have the one door leading out. But I have a window. It can't be in the cliff, because it's on the other side of the room, and there's light coming down. The problem is that I've got vaulted ceilings and it's like twelve feet up. It would be really nice if I had a ladder on hand. But I can still do this. I just need to do a bit of stacking.
Well, that sucked. Not stabbed by a pirate sucked, but still, not great. I don't have a shit ton of furniture, but I was able to put my desk on my bed, my shelf on my desk, and my chair on my shelf, and I climbed all the way up. I just got a glimpse outside when the bedframe broke and I fell down. I felt my head hit the ground, there was a wrenching feeling in my neck, and then I woke up tucked into the remains of my bed. Under the desk.
The bedframe is a loss, so I'll just be using the mattress on the floor for the time being. A leg broke on the desk, but I've got it propped up with some books. The shelf is a complete loss, though. It just folded up and broke when it hit the ground.
It puts an end to reaching the window, at least for the moment. But I'm not giving up. I just need to get something sturdier. Ideally, I can find a ladder or something and bring that back here. The town ought to have something that could work. I just need to get past Scurvy Pete and his friends…
I need to get better with this sword. They're not that fast. They don't seem to be able to see terribly well. I think if I can get just a bit faster and focus a bit better, I can do it. But man, this is gonna suck.
I'll update my progress when I get back.
Yep, it sucked. But I managed to kill Scurvy Pete three times and once got one of the next two. On the other hand, I got killed five times. That puts me up to nine deaths, if you haven't done the math. I think I'm going to start keeping track.
Still, Scurvy Pete didn't even hit me the last time, and I think I'm on my way to getting the other two. I'm going to call it a day, though, as I'm getting really tired of getting cut, stabbed, skewered and beheaded.
Current deaths: Nine.
