ITS OUT. DJAY CHANGEDTHETITLEOFTHETREAM how did he do that?
I click the link. I’m faced with a faceless lantern in a black suit and tie. I feel as if i was (metaphorically) punched in the gut. JORDAAAAAAANNN!!!! I’m then called off to do things with my family.
TAKE TWO: I investigate my surroundings (metaphorically). White. “This is not the blog” The grey fleshman tells me, “This is.” He opens the door. I step through. Now were into the story. A Lot like The Stanley parable. but they didn’t find the story. And i have no narrator. Whilst preparing, DJay said to click/enter any hyperlinks i come upon. the blog is dark, a drastic change from the last, which was black text on white, whist this is white text on black. the walls are covered with incomprehensible text. I scan the walls for something comprehensible as the door closes behind me. No matter. there must be a way out. The walls say one thing; “They who is buried here were killed”. Thoughts not mine, thoughts from someone niev then me, tumble out from the threshold of consciousness: “Who were they? Why were they killed? Who killed them?”. I fight these thought away with my vorpal swings of criticism. We aren't supposed to know yet, I replied to the naive reader. I take a step down the hall and instantly almost run into a sign. thanks Chris. it reads warns me not to use the older/new functions of the blogger universe, as this has its own architect and architecture (although it a simpler way, for I’m trying to sound professional-aw to heck with professionalism.). The passage extends. I enter the linkway. the walls are smooth now, with torches placed at regular intervals. The naive
~Dr0Shadow
