GA5-1921

Today, I got hired to act in a panto. The play itself was certainly somewhat strange, there was something up with the previous play so we needed to improvise Jack and the Beanstalk. That wasn't exactly what about it was weird though. It was more so that the person who came to ask me about it was inhumanly tall and had four arms. After agreeing (not really fully sure why, it may have been due to the promise of supernatural power that could help with the whole thing with that trident), I was teleported to that one theatre in Blackburn. On getting there I met a talking Octopus called Otto, a talking shrimp called Cadbury and some dude named Haley. These guys were the people I needed to perform the play with, although I don't really get why the audience didn't really react to Otto or Cadbury. Oh well, it doesn't really matter to me. I know the weird things happening constantly seem to be rolling over me but I've really learned to roll with the punches since the whole thing of catching a trident in the sea accidentally happened. Going on these jobs I will most likely see and do things that are much more strange than that (in fact it is probably an eventuality), but for now that has at least set me up for the idea of experiencing weird and supernatural things like talking animals. Anyway, I ended up calling some people from the drama department at uni to help with the panto. Not to skimp out on the details of what actually happened though but the play was fucking stupid, that's about it.

Nikki: Please, take a seat. I’ll start off with a few introductory questions to get a good grasp on what we’re going to be talking about if we continue these and if we find a path that will be helpful for you, we can go down it and discuss whatever needs to be discussed to help you. Is that okay?

Edward: Yes, that is fine by me.

Nikki: Okay, well let’s get started Edward. Should I call you Edward or would you prefer something else?

Dr. Graves: I believe that in this room we should have a strictly professional relationship of therapist and patient which is free of a pre-existing relationship and, by extension, any sort of bias. So I believe that, during sessions, it would likely be beneficial for me to be referred to as Dr. Graves.

Nikki: I see. Well what is it that is making you want to come to these sessions, Dr. graves? Is there something you wish to deal with?

Dr. Graves: Yes actually, I have a complicated issue stemming from myself and being brought to light by the contracts.

Nikki: What’s the issue?

Dr. Graves: I have, for a long time, held contempt for my powers and my… current state of being for their relationship to death. And yet even when I start to learn to overcome this, I still feel its effects on me.

Nikki: How so?

Dr. Graves: This has caused me to be unsure of my own position on life and death. I’ve always considered all life as sacred because of what I lost, myself. I lost the chance of a normal life and so I believed everyone deserved their shot at life. But what if I was wrong? What if the crimes of some people are so heinous that not only does it feel as if you need to get rid of them for the safety of others, but also feels good to do?

Nikki: Are you suggesting there has been someone you have enjoyed killing?

Dr. Graves: I don’t know. Maybe. I hope not.

Nikki: Before we further explore this, it could be beneficial to explore the context of this. That is, if you consent obviously. I have a power, one which I believe you have seen me use on others during the contracts. If we have physical contact, I can learn many things about you, and you me. This includes the nature of any time we’ve killed, any trauma we have and what you are against as a person. For some people, that may be something like murder. For others, maybe sin or harm to animals.

Dr. Graves: If you believe it will help then we should do it.

…

Nikki: I see, that is a lot of people. Do you want to talk about it?

Dr. Graves: Which part?

Nikki: We can start with why and then move on to how it all made you feel.

Dr, graves: The why is simple. They were all pure evil. They all consistently toyed with innocent lives like they were nothing. And for how it made me feel, that one is harder to answer. Each time, there was a deep sense of shame and regret. But before that? I felt just. And then righteous. And then powerful. And that scares me.

Nikki: You felt powerful? What exactly about it was the part that made you feel powerful? Was it the act itself or the effect of that action? Or maybe the amount of lives you believe you may have saved with your action?

Dr. Graves: I… I think possibly the act of snuffing out the life of someone who has committed horrible, unspeakable acts, it… it feels as if you’re doing what is right. Bringing about poetic justice. It’s difficult to admit but there may be a sense of pleasure to come from it. A catharsis of sorts. And that’s precisely what I’m worried about.

Nikki: When I think about the concept of murder, I often think about why I don’t even though it would be so much simpler at times. At one point in my life I was somewhat of a delinquent and ended up getting into a fight with someone who was belligerent, with that ending with a punch and him dying from hitting his head on the pavement. I’m sure you knew that part from our contact but after that, I ended up talking to his sister. I realised the consequences and effects that these kinds of things could have on others. Someone who could be one thing to one person can be completely different to another. Someone that you kill could be a mother or a husband.

Dr. Graves: And what if that mother or that husband was a mass murderer? One without any sort of remorse? Is that still the same?

Nikki: That person is still capable of redemption. They can still see the error of their actions and choose to atone and do better. No one is beyond saving. It’s only a matter of if they accept it.

…

Dr. Graves: I apologise, I’m being called by my partner, Detective O’Neal. I will need to go but before we meet again, if we do so, I’ll give what we have discussed a thought.

Cloudy

You may ask yourself,
"What is that beautiful house?"
You may ask yourself,
"Where does that highway go to?"
And you may ask yourself,
"Am I right, am I wrong?"
And you may say to yourself,
"My God, what have I done?"

No one ever comes into this convenience store. It’s broken down, practically a junkyard fitted into a tight two-storey building. The ceilings are leaky, the tv’s play intermittent static. The news broadcasts are nothing but tragedies.

And the clerk is full of smiles, a face like sunshine, with tanned skin and a nose splattered by freckles. They tell me their name, and that they’re twenty-something, living off this job and a few others to gain enough money to move out of their crappy old apartment. They appreciate the coffee I bring them, and the fact I am one of the few customers who sticks around. They appreciate the conversations we have as I lean against the desk, gum and the sticky residue of spilt coke covering it, coating the fibres of my jacket. 

Despite all of this, I think they find me odd. Off-putting, something I can never shake. People have a sense for things, and I set off alarms no matter how sweet I am. No amount of gifts or chats can change this. Unfortunate. 

I thought the clerk might’ve been more interesting to me then they actually were. We didn’t click.

And now no one at all comes into this convenience store. It’s still broken down, still the same junkyard fitted into a tight two-storey building. The ceilings are leaky, the tv’s play intermittent static. The news broadcasts are nothing but tragedies. 
And the clerk is missing, a chalked outline behind police tape the only evidence of a human life. Tanned skin mutated into a twisted pattern of green and purple, bloating out of the torn clothing. A nose splattered by blood and fractured across their face. I know their name, and that they’re twenty something, that they’re dead in the middle of a harshly lit aisle 3. They scream like a child, and broke off a nail trying to claw themselves away. They gasp and nod, telling me they always appreciated our conversations we had..as I lean against the desk, gum and the sticky residue of spilt coke covering it, coating the fibres of my jacket.

I see why no one uses this store, now.

Same as it ever was,
same as it ever was,
same as it ever was,
same as it ever was.

Guess who’s finally making it out there! That’s right, me, AND I’m writing all my adventures up. No more will my business be a side store, we’re going to be expanding! 

It started when this man-Midas-showed up and asked ME to help, I mean, of course he would right. I’m pretty much the best at my trade..whatever that is at this point. And even better, everyone there practically folded in my presence, believed I was absolutely unharmable by their powers. There was also, what was his name? Sun Wukong, nice guy, unfortunately I am nicer than him. We spent a while arguing on who should go ahead first. He will not be out-mannering me, I can promise you that purple work notebook.

I have to say, it all hurt though. You won’t believe how close to death I came, I think one mpre injury and I would’ve been GONE…but I hung on, and despite how awful I felt afterwards..and the day after, the adrenaline and the sick missing eye sort of made up for it.

I think that without me and the fact I was the one to outlast those creatures, the rest of them would’ve succumbed too.

Probably..

What is Appreciation? It is defined as the recognition and enjoyment of good qualities of someone or something. You can appreciate the life you are given, the friends you have made and the things you have. Dorris, for one, appreciates them a lot.

But, what does Dorris have in his life? Friends? That's one way to describe his work colleagues on the various Contracts he partakes in.

Billy Chance is one significant workmate in his life. He was one of the first people Dorris had met and Billy understood the struggle that the former was experiencing. He helped him through a great deal of it, in fact, to the point that Dorris started developing "Humanity".

But "Humanity" is only a temporary thing for a wooden puppet like Dorris. Sure, he has skin. An eye (his other one no longer works) and even a fleshy arm and legs. But, the transformation only helped with the exterior. Regrettably, Dorris still lacks a heart. Frazier O'Neal was a weird work friend. Dorris didn't really speak to him much but they seemed to get along somewhat.

Johnny Rooks. He was a mean one. Constantly reminding Dorris of his lack of Humanity. But, to his credit, he helped Dorris understand the various negative emotions that life forms feel.

It was a cold, winter night. Dorris sat in his apartment, on his small, wooden chair. It was 1 year since his master had passed away and 1 year since he had been in the public eye. People still recognised him wherever he went but always remarked that they missed seeing him on stage. Dorris' sparkly green jacket lacked a "spark" behind it and his disfigured appearance caused many passersby to feel sorry for him rather than admire him.

"Well. It sounds like ya not the only one who has been pushed out of the spotlight and is no longer admired." The Black Bunny remarked. He wasn't wearing much, apart from some blue shorts. His hair was very messy but his face was quite attractive, the attractiveness you'd expect from a Hollywood star.

"I knew you would understand. I feel like, though, that it is almost time for me to come back. I don't have as much baggage as you for coming back into the spotlight but I feel like there is a hole in my chest that could be filled by entertainment." Dorris stood from the small, wooden chair. He held his fleshy arm out to the anthropomorphic rabbit.

"You sure that the vultures and wolves of Hollywood won't eat ya?"

"I don't think so...You know, I think you might one day be able to go back there."

"Mickey Mouse hates my fucking guts, Dorris. He controls most of the media. I stand no chance against that rat."

Dorris chuckled a little.

"Well. I'd say a Lucky Rabbit might have a chance. Besides, there's something that might pique your interest...

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit"

Hello! Diary, it’s been a while since I have actually written in here. Well, anything other than daily visits from travelers up the mountain talking to me for fortune or an interesting fish I’ve seen.

Yesterday the temple and shrine were closed, but someone showed up anyway, they looked young at the time but apparently they’re not school age! They were also completely green. I thought maybe it had something to do with me finally getting insight into my glorious destiny or something but I’m unsure, maybe it’s a start at least? But they invited me to watch a magicians show, I’ve never been to one of those before.

I got there and it was in Germany, also never been there. And I was paired up with another monk, a christian one and a plastic skeleton who..was sentient? I thought maybe he was a yōkai too but no, just plastic. Odd, but hey what can I say.

so we watched the show and I got distracted after some of the tricks, the fly averted my eyes from the show…so I completely missed the fact there had been a murder! A murder…Jones Bones and Amos were talking to the others I think, the people in the audience who saw it to get clues, when I was approached by this big man named Adam, I was confused at first but he took the three of us into the basement of the theatre and it turns out he was created, not born, by the magician himself, and that his daughter was controlling him and had taken part in the murder.

She ordered him to kill us, and I was very scared actually..I accidentally um, spat in his mouth at first as a response, I can’t imagine my toxic phlegm tasted good..but we managed to convince him to break away from her orders..so I’m glad there was no fighting. As for the daughter, she disappeared and Adam was taken back by the green one.

what a strange day? Maybe I’ll see them again.

The one who lives in sulfur is vastly unknown due to that of mankind for various reasoning, several reasons escaping us due to our limited knowledge. It could be that Sulfur is unknown purposefully, a being shadowed to allow only the strongest and most faithful to find their way into it's pits. It could also be that Sulfur has been overlooked itself, other deities and powers favoured over the 'assumed' weaker being. Whatever the reason may be, these volumes attempt to chronicle tales of Sulfur, ties to our own world, it's cultists and believers and it's principles in an easy to understand way.

Who, or what is Sulfur?

Sulfur,  in the common sense is a chemical element with the symbol S and atomic number 16. It is abundant, multivalent and nonmetallic. The element of sulfur is a bright yellow, crystalline solid at room temperature and once burnt becomes a blood-red liquid emitting a blue flame. Sulfur has been recognised throughout human history, referenced in the English translations of  the Christian Bible, commonly referred to as 'Brimstone', giving rise to the term 'Fire and Brimstone', and similarily titled sermons, in which listeners are reminded of eternal damnation that awaits the unbelieving and unrepentant.

Sulfur, in the sense of the individual, can be likened to the chemical element, although perhaps in reality it is the chemical element that can be likened to the individual. The 'Fire and Brimstone' description of the Christian Hell is a vivid one, and one that has been taken from the context of the One who lives in Sulfur. The Sulfur, or Sulphur pits are pits of 'Fire and Brimstone', of burning blue and blood-red boiling pools, pits of scorching hatred and agony surrounding the individual themself, known as 'Sulfur', 'The liar' or 'The one-eyed'.

The individuals depictions differ, but are often of an immobile, gargantuan and complexly shaped 'loosely humanoid' torso, dipped deep within the pits of sulfur, with peeled away skin and tortorous wounds. Sometimes it is depicted as a snake, similar yet different to the ouroboros present in many cultures, a snake cut in half attempting to eat it's own tail, a tail yanked away and bloodied by violence. However, in all of the different depictions there reamins one similar feature, a singular 'eye'. To call this feature an 'eye' is misleading, a more apt description would be that of an eye-hole, hollow and devoid of anything like the bodyparts we label eyes, but instead sporting a tongue.

Sulfur spends it's times in a perpetual state of torture and wait, with no way out of it's found predicament it lies in wait, no arms to move, no legs to run, no eyes to see, nothing but a singular hole in which it forces out it's tongue in order to feel anything at all.

The ideas held by the cultists of Sulfur is that of 'If I must suffer, so must they.' following in the footsteps of their deified one and it's torturous existence. These cultists, at least those who are well-known enough to be somewhat documented speak of time spent personally within the sulphur pits, their stories insinuating that they exist not as a place to inflict punishment upon sinners and morally corrupt, but as a way of initiation for the cultists. A cultist is cast into the pits to spend time in the same state as their deified, effectively dying themselves in the process, suffering for so long that they undergo a transformation, understanding the point of view of Sulfur and the reasoning behind it's need for bloodshed, and suffering upon a grand scale. However, these claims are not fully verified due to the lack of knowledge on the subject.

Sulfur is different from the concept of destruction as an alternative to creation, and  is different from the moral and religious concepts of Lucifer or the Devil as a mirror flip of Christ and the Christian God, instead opting for principles of Hedonistic living due to lived experience, hedonistic living which increases the suffering of others being placed above all, Sulfur does not punish Sinners, nor congratulate them, and Sulfur does not push for a moral life, Sulfur simply exists in torment, a state which many of us experience in day to day life, some of us for our entire lives and just as Sulfur itches to ennact it's rage and pain upon others, so do we.

hello diary this contract was long and i don't remember alot of it so i am going to summereyes.

i was at home when the bad guy from the bible came and told me i had to work well not had to but i dont like missing out on the work

so i went with and we went to russia and it was also cold like here! Not warm like lots of other jobs i am glad it wasnt warm i get very sweaty 

but i made some new friends there was a little monkey and he talks kind of like that bird

very cool

oh! And he shoots fire from his hands!

there was also a big weird thing i dont know what it was but it looked like a sea cretur so maybe a wierd fish but they were nice and there was someone older than me called Cassie but they didn't have a good time

we found a guide who took us to the castle and i punched a wolf which was fun

i was allowed to becaus it tried attacking us first

so we got to the castle and the fish person was injured so they took them to cure them and we all went to eat but there wasnt very good vegetarian options for me

then they brought out the fish person on a big plate and we all realised the food was people that had gone on holiday like the ones in georgia

i dont understand why people keep doing this but maybe it isnt as bad as I thought...i dont know if its good or bad but alot of people do it

anyway we killed him and it took a while but it was pretty cool because we all combines out srength and powers like in a comic! But the castle working people locked us all up and well we had to try and get out but it wasnt that hard there were nice people who helped us by teaching us about working and skills and checking papers and if you forget your jacket you die

so i worked for the first time a regular job and i liked it and i spent my wage on candies

thats all thankyou diary