Chapter Thirty-Five: Harmed Horsey

Hush, little Jocey, don't say a word

Janus gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird don't sing

Then, its little neck, well, Janus will wring

And if that mockingbird don't die

Janus gonna bake it into a pie

And if that pie don't taste so good

Janus gonna buy you a coat with hood
And if that hood gets pulled back down

Janus gonna bring you to Happytown

And if the mayor can't help you

Janus gonna give you to He You Rue

And if He can't quite turn you yet

You'll all get caught up in our net

So hush, little Jocey, don't you cry

'Cause He will love you, and so will I

Chapter Thirty-Four: Five Dry'd Nuns

DnD was FUN.

A few quotes - remember, the names have been changed to protect the innocent (entirely accurate in this case):

(A little before we met)

"So, do you have food?" -DM

"Yeah, 7 days' rations." -Me

"No, real food. I don't have any at my apartment." -DM

"Uh...11." -Fighter

"You swing, but miss. Your sword lands in the ground with a thunk, between two big rocks." -DM

"Wait - so, he's got a big sword sticking out of two rocks?" -Me

"..." -DM

"Lose 10 xp." -DM

"I hear flute." -Fighter (OOC)

-Silence-

"Don't worry guys, I'm using ghost sound." -Sorcerer (illusionist who spent the whole session half-dead)

"Ha! 15 extra xp!" -DM

"I cast Light on the Rod of Wonder." -Sorcerer

"You wave it over the bottom of the lake, and see a huge, ruined city." -DM

"Finally, I found Atlantis. It's all okay." -Sorcerer

Now, let's see. Is there something from Frap? YES. Let's get on that.

*Joce

Chapter Thirty-Three: I.N.N. Faded Slyly

DnD tomorrow, FINALLY.

And thanks, Frap, I got the cylinder.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH.

I'm really bored.

Janus is missing again. Remember those pictures I took of him? My dad asked me why I was acting all weird, so I showed them to him, and he thinks they're of me.

*Joce

Chapter Thirty-Two, Page Two

I found it!

I'll leave it on his desk...

Chapter Thirty-Two: Thistle Thong

I lost the metal cylinder. Is that bad? I know you guys aren't responding when I yell out the window, so I'm asking here.

In bio, we made fake babies. Like, flipped coins to determine alleles and stuff. Out of a fit of ironic confusion (that's not what irony means...) I named my group's little girl Amelia Slenderman.

Just thought I'd share.

Note: Obviously, the same two people have stopped following me as they have Frap. Anyone want to reveal themselves?

Note 2: More Paranormal Poetry! Entitled...Trudge.

Under a bridge I live and shout

Huge as I am I'm short and stout

No, I'm not a teapot, I'll smash yours, though

One, two, three goats, into my stomach you'll go

*Joce

Chapter Thirty-One, Page Two

Apologies for the double post. Not to be self-conscious or anything, but, wait, it's not like most of my followers care anymore.

OK, I lied. I'm not going to cry in a corner.

...Yet.

Anyway, if you do care, if you're one of those over at We're All Mad Here and ragging on her, don't.

It's my fault.

I was the one who answered Ava's email, I was the one who got pissed at Thage when she accused Frap of just bandwagoning, and I was the one who told Shelby about...all this, when that happened.

I don't know how much of that makes me to blame, but...

OK, NOW I'm going to cry.

*Joce

Chapter Thirty-One: Hellish, Wot?

Well, shit.

Obviously I'm fucked now.

Not that anyone cares any more.

There was an index card. I might post a picture later.

...No doubt I'm being written off as a fake now, anyway.

Oh, and Zerosage is back.

Well, shit.

*Joce

Chapter Thirty: Re: Troll Biases

I was going to leave the blog blank but for my story today. But with Vivi and Chester...

I can't. I need to write my feelings down, and I need to share them - and that's what blogs are for, right?

I've never cried at anything before. I mean, not in the blogosphere. I guess nothing truly traumatic happened during my time with this...situation.

But today...those goodbyes...

I KNOW, Jean, it will be better for THEM to have their normal lives. I KNOW I barely knew them, and they barely knew me. I KNOW I'm not as important as them, or Frap, or Zero, or whoever the dys else. I KNOW I've got an insignificant little blog, in an insignificant little Internet, about my insignificant little life, on this insignificant little blue planet. I KNOW my own goodbyes to them don't mean a rat's water bottle to them or anyone else. I KNOW they'll be...okay. I KNOW all of these things, and yet I can't help but hate it all.

I also can't help but think that they're going to be re-exposed anyway.

Stella's already got three backups of the blog posts archived, just in case...

I think I have a right to be a little selfish here.

I KNOW we shouldn't dwell on the past. I KNOW that when I wake up tomorrow, I'll probably have forgotten all about this - only to remember and collapse in a flood of tears, of course. I KNOW that there are some things in life you just can't change. I KNOW we should let them live this new life.

But I don't want them to.

*Joce