EzioJensenTheThird

Shitposter, drinks Irn-bru

Will we have laughter and happiness in the future? Always


Trying to work along on my upcoming condo on tower unite. Thought I might include some lore from my previous one. Mostly just proud of how its written.


"Work is coming along well... my condo is growing into something truely beautiful, becoming greater than any other condo in this game. All thanks to those sad gooners who's obession for smut has brought them to me, to my lil trap. And now there souls are put to better use.

I will admit that there are drawbacks, since i've started gathering horny souls, i've come down with a terrible, depraved appetite. I had to create a room in order to "satiate" that appetite so that I can focus on the work.

There is however something that I've yet to understand. It was something that occured before this, before the first soul who went into my basement, before my ascendance.

A dream... not like any other... it was about tower unite and... some anomaly...

I dreamt I was in tower unite... doing what I usually do.... sitting in my living room, waiting for the next user to show up for me to greet them, tell them there is no horny room and then turn around to leave. Same as it ever was.

A user did join, someone that went by the name "they"... there avatar was an enormous obese man wearing nought but white underpants covered at the front with a head of a bearded man and a pair of fairy wings on their back. Standing so tall that to look at them was like being a toddler looking up at an adult with a sense of innocence and hope.

But there was no hope or innocence, not from "they"... because there was this aura of stench that eroded any sense of decency and a mask they wore on their face that... wasn't so much as a smile as it an "attempt" to imitate a smile. As if something otherworldy wanted to put others at ease so as to manipulate them.

I knew from looking at them what they were after so I told them there was no horny room, no nsfw, nothing for him that he would want. He lifted his left hand to his face as the speech bubble glowered above his head and in the chatbox, the reply read ";)"

To my surprise, they walked forward and sat on the couch beside me. I was delighted at first to find the rare person who wanted to socialize in this "social game" but, I also felt uncomfortable because the mere look of "they" gave off an impression of terrible things to come. As if they were Tower Unite's very own bad omen, a sign of change both great and terrible.

"A fine night it is, is it not?" the giant asked me. "uh yeah, I just find it relaxing to set the condo in the evening, with the rain on" I replied meekly. I've never been much of a social butterfly, not in real life, nor in this game. "ah but the moon here, is a poor imitation of my beauty, a recreation of an interpretation from vermin, whos only claim to power is that there own ill blood can bring gods to ruin" bellowed the definition of obesity.

"Well I don't see anyway to change the moon so...uhm.. what was that about blood?" I stammered a reply to the gargantuan. "The blood, yes, the mortal blood, the blood of your kinds creator, a divine stricken with diseased ichor and a diseased mind. One who looked up at all the others with envy. With his bloody hands, he poured themself in bodies of clay and whispered his soul into them. Ah but thats a story long before this world, let me ask you this, young mortal. Do you feel powerful in your abode?" the titan spoke. I couldn't hammer out an answer in time. "Like the worm who builds a castle out of the dirt they crawl on, and declared themself king, you create what is merely an illusion but I can offer you something greater" the enormous lad yelled.

I tried not to look at "they" too much, their avatar made me feel anxious. Maybe because the model was an impossibly high quality, maybe the stench that wafted so much I could smell, maybe it was the black eyeholes in his mask that were an abyss, dragging you in as you stare into them.
"Son, I am Moon, and I shall wax onto you this night, a seed of power. What you do of this will be most interesting" the shape roared as I felt my form shatter.

And I then I woke up, drenched in a sweat, I got up and felt nausous, wanted to lay back down to recover but instead I grabbed the curtain and yanked it open to look outside the window of my bedroom.

And there, in the night sky, the moon. A waxing gibbous that shone brightly in the darkness of space. I stared at it and felt a sense of calm wash over me, to be noticed, as if I felt validation for once in my life. I stared upon this moon, until the rising dawn banished it away. The dream felt real, felt too dreadful to recall so stashed it away in my mind, and slid into the shower to rinse off the sleep before I go off to work.

Did "they" knew what would happen? What I would do? What I would discover? I havn't logged off in a while, never felt the fatigue or my physical body falter. Its as if my own consequence and the game became one.

I fear the day I may see "they" again, the moon that wafted into my condo and spoke of gods and blood. But should they do, It only seem appropiate to give them my thanks ;) "


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