Bu Fang's Journal

The mad ravings of a child lost in a fantasy

This journal was at first, from bu fang perspective, in world but. As time has passed, this has become but merely the mad ravings of someone lost in a dream.

 

A dream that they wanted to escape into, to never wake up from. A fantasy to escape, a hope they have abandoned, a fate they wished for but never achieved.

 

Written at the whims of someone who has long abandoned all they wanted for themselves and lives for the sake of others. 

 

What once was, is no more. If you read beyond the first 6 journals, be warned. There never was a happy story, only one of loneliness, mental delusions, fear of abandonment, and acceptance of fate.

 

This is a journal of not just bu fang, but his player, GreenApple. A player who, despite trying his best, has come to terms that long ago, the reason why bu fang lives, is that he is what he had thrown his all into. Why his frustration towards bu fang was so visceral. Because bu fang is a mix of his dreams and fantasy, and his reluctance of reality clashing.

 

Trigger warning, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, and mental illness.

🔞 bad things underwater
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Downtime

Chefs Journal Addendum

Chefs Journal Addendum Chapter 1:

In accordance of our deal, the person that invited me into this whole thing placed me in a time locked area and gave me as much potatoes, tofu, and radishes to keep chopping up, slowly building up my dexterity for cutting evenly and accurately while doing it extremely fast as well. I also used this as a way to exercise a little and increase my ability to manipulate my hands better and run better when escaping from ingredients or chasing after ingredients. Funny enough, the man didn't seem to realize or maybe he already has but being exposed to this time locked enviroment allowed me to start cultivating. I can now retain Spiritual qi from the air as use it to augment my body. I am currently at Qi Condensation realm and ill soon be entering foundation establishment. Hopefully, as time passes, ill be able to grow more and stronger.

Making Lo Mein

INGREDIENTS:

  • 8 ounces lo mein egg noodles
  • 1 spoon olive oil
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 2 hand full of cremini mushrooms, sliced
  • 1 red bell pepper, julienned
  • 1 carrot, julienned
  • handful of snow peas
  • 3 grasp of baby spinach

FOR THE SAUCE

  • 2 tablespoons reduced sodium soy sauce, or more, to taste
  • 2 teaspoons sugar
  • 1 teaspoon sesame oil
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
  • 1/2 teaspoon Sriracha, or more, to taste

DIRECTIONS:

  1. In a small bowl, whisk together soy sauce, sugar, sesame oil, ginger and Sriracha; set aside.
  2. In a large pot of boiling water, cook noodles according to package instructions; drain well.
  3. Heat olive oil in a large skillet or wok over medium high heat. Add garlic, mushrooms, bell pepper and carrot. Cook, stirring frequently, until tender, about 3-4 minutes. Stir in snow peas and spinach until the spinach has wilted, about 2-3 minutes.
  4. Stir in egg noodles and soy sauce mixture, and gently toss to combine.
  5. Serve immediately.
Mushroom Hunt
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Downtime

Chefs Journal Addendum 2

Chefs Journal Addendum Chapter 2:

This time, the deal was fufilled through a different method. Instead of previously giving me a isolated area to train in, The person showed me an example, gave me a journal that explained the concept, and left me to my own stuffs. I understood some of the logic but as my way was different, i used Qi instead and focused it into my blade. I started to see and feel the thin veil, the thin strings that held the fabric of space together. I slowly sliced it as if i was skinning a beast and I see a literal tear in space in front of me. My knife seemingly extending through it and slicing another area a bit further out. The inside of the hole seemingly like a fog, its hard to see, and i knew i shouldn't stay there long so i quickly hop through and out the other end. This seem's to eat up my qi by quite a bit though. Having to focus it in my eyes to see the thin veil then in my knife before cutting. Its in effecient but will make do for now. I will still need to continue my cultivation and refine to building foundation. I already started the process past Qi cultivation now.

Making Egg Fried Rice

INGREDIENTS:

  • White rice, cooked and chilled (perferablly a day old.)
  • Eggs, lightly beaten
  • Scallions & garlic, finely chopped
  • Light soy sauce
  • Sesame oil
  • Salt & white pepper
  • Neutral cooking oil

DIRECTIONS:

  1. Scramble the eggs
  2. add in the garlic with more oil and fry for 30 seconds
  3. Add in rice and fry
  4. Stir fry the two together and add seasoning
  5. Add in cooked protein and veges.
  6. Plate carefully.
Contractor's Ball
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Clean up aisle four
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The Hunters of the Jewels
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The Academy Awards
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Tentacle Paradise
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Downtime

Fear and Insecurity, comparison, and... exhaustion

Maybe I'm not cut out for this, After this, I had for a while contemplated thoughts of quitting. Of exiling myself, ignoring the calls, the summons by the harbingers. My allies continue to push for me to continue, they say that I just haven't found my rhythm yet. Some say I can do better, others say I just need a little time to improve. Others... have just given up on me. 

 

I fear the lost path that will continue, the more contracts I join on, the more my insecurity is reinforced. At first, I could separate myself from it, keep it a stale mind. Keep it distant yet as more time passes, as more contracts are done... I'm proven more right. Where as others lose then push forward, or appreciate being carried, have their own niche to fill, or even are just good at doing what they can do... I fear that soon, I will just vanish. 

 

Not physically but mentally, emotionally... I already feel it now. My old past has been covering what it could yet it is resurfacing now. I struggle to feel emotions outside of Joy and stress, as they are all I've ever known. Perhaps they were once a façade but they are now all I know how to show. 

 

I'm sorry for those that I have troubled. There was much more I could've done in this contract and yet, I once again... just... sat behind. Worthless.

The Hospital
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Downtime

attempts at relaxation

it has been a few days since the last contract. I've been sitting here trying to figure out what went wrong, how to do and be better, and yet there's a lack of substance. I can't seem to understand why I am the way I am. I struggle, toil, and somehow pull through at the end but... that's with many chances, with many attempts, with people constantly helping me and carrying me through. I've tried to look at how my gifts interact, tried to amend them, tried to get creative, perhaps I can come up with a new dish? abandon some of the ones I have now? 

My greatest asset is making friends, yet keeping those friends are... a very troubling thought. I have proven myself to continuously be a burden on those who help me... My food is good and yet they have done NOTHING for me. Maybe I should've abandoned this pathway long ago...

Party in the Desert
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The God Of Cooking

Acceptance and Truth

This... was the end of a journey. Some will say I succeeded fair and square, that I did good but... to me personally, this was just... *sighs*

Now that I've reached this point, it has dawned on me what and who "Bu Fang" truly is. He is a extension of me that I unironically have attempted to leave behind, to forget, to abandon, to just... lose. His ability to talk to people, to make connections, to have friends who contact him occasionally. To have social groups, to be able to read and understand social cues.

 

His ability as a chef, to enjoy watching people eat his food, to be able to enjoy the art of cooking. The feeling of being *alive* while doing what he enjoys... I'm jealous of it. I'm jealous of Bu fang, he is what I always hoped to be, a dream, a choice, a... someone worthwhile... someone valued.

 

I only passed this test cause of the harbingers mercy. I know they said they judged it seriously, I know they said this was fair and square and that they witnessed me struggle but... my stress got to me. 

 

It was ironically, that very same stress that reminded me of something... a situation where I felt the similar stress that lead me to the goblin dungeon. I know that well, it was almost basically a mcguffin, a loss-scape. A plot armor moment, a literal one in a million, I beat it properly, gave out a proper plan and recipe for everything, how I'd do it but... yea. Well, I won.

 

I've come accept that Bu Fang is and will always be what I aspire to be. Its the reason why I'm so visceral about his ability and what he could do, reworking many times, constantly changing stuff, trying to achieve *anything* to feel... useful. 

 

Now though, I know the truth, that it was my own insecurity playing with Bu Fang. My inability to handle the fact that, he is useful, just not in the traditional way. He is there to be a foundation to negate consequences. To let others run wild while he sits back and make sure they're fine after. He is, like what I am, someone that is just there to make sure you're alright.

 

Thank you for reading these journals... I know I did the end first but that's because, well, the end is always the goal of the journey no? 

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