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{Åra Blog Entry 002}

I cannot recall the last time I have slept sufficiently. These dreams keep haunting and following me – almost absorbing me. I rather watch the dark skies enhanced by the bewildering and stunning aurora.

Mantra has just come back from his scavenging and we are sitting at our base besides the fire. He reports to have found ruins of an abandoned city and keeps telling me more about supplies ...

This stone. There is something about it, something extraordinary, powerful ... I need to know what it bears inside, its true purpose, what secret power it is protecting. It calls me – over and over again. I need to solve this obscurity.

Mantra snips me out of my thoughts and tells me that I need to have food. He is a good companion and I give in. At least hunting in the woods helps me clear up my head, get connected again with myself and the nature around me.
He catches a rabbit with the help of his traps. We skin it, roast it above the flames and after all I eat.

Next morning we decide to head off to this abandoned city. Mantra did mark the way, so he says. Some days have passed and it seems we have gotten lost. Madness is starting to creep its way into my head. The markings we find are not the same, they look different. 3 horizontal lines carved into a tree – have I seen this before somewhere?

I grasp some soil in one hand, holding it in front of me, ready to blow it off – I need guidance, where to go?
"Móðir Náttúra. Sýndu mér leiðina!" ... No!! Too soon to ask such a thing without knowing the impacts yet. I am gifted with power and magic, but I am still inexperienced.

Instead I go for another approach. I want to find out if we are surrounded by any sort of magick. Here I stand with Mantra, lost in the woods, forming a triangle shape with my fingers in front of my eyes, leading them slowly away, gesticulating to open my vision up to a different kind of perception.
"töfrasýning sjálfur" ...

I sink down on my knees, exhausted and indifferent. Almost automatically I start meditating and keep repeating the words "Að vera áfram með náttúruna". After some minutes I enter a state of transcendency and connect with some sort of spirit. I try to open myself up to it and would accept whatever it bestows me. But in a flash I receive powerful reluctance, get petrified and urge Mantra to flee at once.

Eventually we reach the coastline instead and set up a camp. I take the first watch since I tend to avoid those apocalyptic dreams nevertheless.

A couple of hours into the night I notice something at a waterfall closeby. I approach it, ready my bow  and point an arrow into the neck of a butt-naked man showering in the waterfall. He tries to flee, I however shout at him determined: "if you do one more step, an arrow will penetrate your neck!"
The young man seems delusional, is wounded and has a strange accent. He keeps on talking about a “machine god” while I command him to go towards the camp still holding the arrow to his neck from behind.
I do not trust him at all and tell Mantra to tie him up. The young man is being interrogated by both of us. He tells us about  his journey at sea, being washed ashore after days of hunger and thirst. He still keeps on babbling about a "machine god" which irritates me to such a great extent that I start yelling at him:

“Forget your machine god! What was old is new again. The North relives the ancient ways – and we shall follow.”
As the young man still insists however I slap him in the face with the words: “Certain is only that which is sought from runes.“

Pitiful lunatic – must have fallen on his head more than once.
I would not show it, but on the inside I regret being so harsh with this poor delusional soul, especially because he is badly wounded and might not survive the next few days. I therefore decide to ask Mother Nature to give me the strength to heal him.
I lean over him, hold my hands over his wounds and speak: "náttúran gefur til baka".

The young man heals up, the impact this powerful magical action has on me however, is to be revealed. Certain is only that this young man full of self-deception will remain under my entourage from now on and we are on the right path.

{C1RCU17 Blog Entry 001}

Woke up naked on bed of stone. Weird tubes all around my body. Head was hurting. It felt like I had slept for years. I've had this really weird dream, where I had been surrounded by gears and pistons ten times my height. The sound of the machines was hypnotic. Like a beating heart. I felt that I was in a presence of something holy.

I pulled out the tubes, spilling strange coloured liquids all over. Shivering from cold, I started looking for something to warm me up. I did find some rags from the corner. Hunger shook my body, so I started to explore my surroundings.

Seems the place where I woke up was huge building made of stone surrounded by water from three sides. A narrow path through a stinking swamp seemed to be the only way out. Before I could follow the path, I needed to find food and protection. I spent hours looking.
Hours of wandering around this empty building, finding nothing but dust and spiderwebs.

Exhausted, hungry, thirsty and scared I sat down, back against a wall and fell asleep.

I was again surrounded by great shapes of machinery. Amongst sounds of metal, I heard a bellowing voice of the Great Machine God telling me to find him or her. The voice told me not to be afraid.
The Great Machine protects.

{C1RCU17 Blog Entry 002}

I don't know how many days it has been since my awakening in that cursed place. Hunger and thirst were driving me to edge of insanity. But I knew there had to be something I could use to stay alive and take the path leading to the swamp.

The Great Machine haunted my dreams in this madness. But this gave me strange hope. I will survive.

I found a room where I had not been yet. Hidden among the rubble and collapsed walls. There were some locked cabinets along the wall. Unreadable name tags were bolted on their doors. I managed to break some locks with that mace I found earlier. Inside, I found mouldy clothes, some tools, trinkets and cans labeled as "hämbörger" and "surströming" – and something liquid called "möönshine".

I smashed the cans. Fuck yes. Food. Finally. The smell. Holy shit. I'm throwing up because of it. Crying tears of joy and disgust. Tried to drink the liquid. Strong as fuck but pretty good. Makes me feel funny.

I smashed another cabinet and found a rather good looking satchel with an empty flask inside. Useful. I saw another cabin and went towards it. The rotten floor gave in under me and I fell into darkness.

Splash! I fell into water but it wasnt really deep. Sharp pain on my leg when the bone snapped. I swallowed lots of the water but for my surprise it was sweet unlike the waters surrounding this cursed building. In pain I managed to get out of the water. In a distance I saw some light. I couldn't walk. The leg was broken. I crawled towards it. Moist cold stone all around me.

I got out of the cave to open space. Weird markings in the stone. Like some sort of shrine. Sinister aura floated all around me. The pain in my leg was so bad that I passed out. Nightmares and disturbing shades filled my head. But among the chaos the Great Machine heart kept on beating.

The Great Machine protects.

{C1RCU17 Blog Entry 003}

It is hard to tell what is real anymore, or what was before. I was sure I'd break a leg when I fell into that cave. But when I gained my senses back and woke up from another night/day full off nightmares, the leg felt actually better. There was still a pretty bad wound on it. Luckily, no broken bones. I used moonshine to wash it and ripped some of my rags to tie it up.
The evil aura still lingered around the shrine. Actually it felt somehow stronger. I should leave.

Day (or days?) later I was running. Something was after me. Some invisible horror. Full of fear, I kept on running. Suddenly in front of me a high cliff full of sharp rocks appeared, below a large mass of dark waters. I looked down and saw some sort of vessel. I couldn't outrun what the fuck ever was after me and I didn't want find out what it was. I hesitated a bit. Then I'd made up my mind. I gathered my strength and jumped.

I spashed into the waters with minor injuries only. I was able to reach the vessel. Kayak actually. Call that a lucky find! Even if I'm not really skilled in swimming or paddling, I thought I could lose my pursuer by following the coast line to some place a bit safer.

My luck turned. The currents of the dark waters were too strong and my body too weak. So I drifted off, farer and farer from the shore.

Completely lost in fog. Water running out. Hungry. No idea what time or day it is. I have been paddling for hours. My body hurts. I'm going to die here.

The Great Machine has only talked with me while I sleep. Could I reach it awake? I feel my sanity slipping away, and like in deep trance, I carved a gear shaped cut on the back of my hand. I used the pocket knife I had found in one of those lockers. I chanted "koneeseen kadonnuta, ei voi takaisin saada. Osa konetta. Koneenosa. Osa konetta. Koneenosa." I have no idea where these words came from but it felt as if I had known them for ages.

Blood dripping. Waves splashing. And the precence of the Great Machine filled me.
I saw the light of the Great Machine and it gave me the strength to carry on.

Another day on the waters. Madness deepens. Was it real? Is the machine real? If it protects, then why am I still paddling in mist, with no hope of surviving. I decided to repeat the ritual. I carved another gear next to the one from before, this time a bit larger and deeper. Again I bathe in the presence of the Machine heart. This time, there were signs to follow.

Finally I see land ahead. I was able to get ashore. I fell on my knees, yelled out loud: "With this blood, I devote myself to you, Great Machine God. You are true and pure, I shall do your will, I shall embrace you and bring others to you. I am part of the machine."
I carved a third gear next to the two before. Too deep. Almost.

I can hear the sound of flowing waters. Followed it through the dark of night and found a waterfall of fresh water. I drank so much. I bathed. Strangely the pain of my wounds felt better.

Still bathing, I suddenly felt pain of something sharp pointing my neck. I turned around and there was a human pointing at me with an arrow and a bow. Woman actually. Beautiful but scary. I screamed and tried to escape but that didn't go well. The woman was going to shoot me. I surrendered. Butt naked I was taken to her camp, a bit farther away.
In the camp there was a man, too. Big savage bastard that could split me in two pieces just with his hands. Åra and Mantra were the names they called each other. Some sort of hunters, I assume. The woman was their leader and the man her protector. They had me tied up.

The woman was asking me questions of my orgins while the man was setting up some fire. The warmth felt so good. I told her everything. She didn't tell me a lot back. But maybe i will know later. I need to gain their trust first. Naked, famined, wounded and exhausted I wasn't really a threat to them.

The woman treated my wounds after I had finished my story. She is some sort of witch! My wounds sealed up in front of my eyes! Witch could totally help me find the Machine God, even though she seems completely clueless about. Like I was talking complete nonsense. But she is a fool. The Great Machine is real. I got here being guided by the Machine. It is real. She is just a part of the gears.

She saved my life so I owe her. I'm going to serve the witch until my debt is payed.

The Great Machine protects. Koneeseen kadonnutta ei voi takaisin saada.

{Ch4r0n Blog Entry 001}

Today I felt suspicious in the woods.
Like there was some sort of strange aura around me.

{Feenja Blog Entry 001}

Where am I?

I can hear the birds.
But I don't see any. Not a single one.

Where are all the animals?
Are there even people here?
I think I'm absolutely alone.
Maybe that's a good thing.

I'll take a look around then I'II see.

***VIDEO: ***

{Feenja Blog Entry 002}

What's that?

Such bright green, such colourful flowers.
I am surprisingly happy here.
But something is calling me and it's not the birds.

Is there something behind it?
No time to look into it.
The call is getting louder!
I will follow it.

There is a dragonfly.
Wow! The first animal I see since I've been here.

A bridge?
I have to be careful!
It could be a bridge to another world.

A gate now!?
I want to stay here!
I don't want to go further.
But the call is too strong.

{Feenja Blog Entry 003}

I knew it!

My dream is spoiling.
The beautiful magic roots are starting to rot.
Change is paving it's way.

A sign!
The trees form a triangle.
If I look through it, it will show me the way.

Here, this is where I have to go.
I can feel it!
I should find that river.
Especially this section.
I'm drawn to this place.

I'm falling!

{Feenja Blog Entry 004}


What's going on here?
Where am I now?
What the fuck, what happened?

It looks like I'm in the inside from a little cell or a very little vault.
I see nearly nothing. Where is the exit?
I gotta get out of here!
I have to get to that place I saw through the trees.

What was that!?
Something was on my neck. It fell down.
Wow! It's a necklace.
It looks familiar.
I will take it with me.
But now, I have to go.

What the hell!
How did I get here?
I have to get away from here and get oriented.

{Feenja Blog Entry 005}


I did get out of that concrete block.
But I find nothing but wilderness around me.

I can't remember a thing.
But I do know that the most important things now are water, food and shelter.
Surprisingly easy to find.
I found a pretty open place.
With several trees, including birch and some wild herbs.
Intuitively I knew what I could use and how.
So now I have water and food.
I have also found a deeply hidden overgrown and therefore safe place. Here I will put the seen dried out growths and create some sleeping comfort for myself.
So far so good.

Soon I will go to sleep.
But this call from before my fall, it's still haunting me.
Always this incomprehensible whisper, this feeling that someone is with me, that I should go somewhere ...
As if I'm not confused enough already!
Not sure if I should follow it.
I'll think about it.

{Feenja Blog Entry 006}

Not asleep.

My night was long, my sleep much shorter.
My sleeping place was not the problem.
I had made it quite comfortable and well secured.

Rather this "call", and the questions ... Where I am and how I came here, why I can hardly remember anything, this feeling that it is important to survive ... And this presence. Or presences.
Since I've been able to relax a bit, I feel something more. But it's not so inviting, it's more oppressive, something negative ...

It worries me a lot.
And when I finally fell asleep I dreamed of an (un)holy sky, an almost dead tree between wonderfully healthy ones. And again of this place. But this time a figure appeared briefly. The inviting presence became so strong that I woke up from it and could not fall asleep again.

My heart and my thoughts are racing!
What does all this mean?
Who was that man?
Where was I then? Or where was he?
What should I do?
Should I follow the invitation?
Where is this river?
Why do I have such a strong urge to survive for someone?
For whom?

{Feenja Blog Entry 007}

A fork in the road.

It's getting day and I've slept for maybe three hours.
Nevertheless I am wide-awake.

Slowly the morning dew is coming.
I can collect and drink it easily.

Okay, then I'll have a look around again.

I crawled out of this block.
I don't know what this is all about.
Did someone kidnap me?
Is there something else going on?
Am I really alone?

Uh! Looks like there's water behind there.
Maybe a brook, a lake, or at least a pond?
That would be great!
I'll try to get there.

A fork in the road.
I've dreamed of two passages.
Which way should I go?
The (un)holy sky was scary on the left.
So I go right.

{Feenja Blog Entry 008}


Maybe it wasn't so good going right after all.

There are feathers scattered around and it looks like there were lynxes here.
I've found tracks all around here.
I'd better stay away from this place if I don't want any trouble.

They look deliberately put down. With these sticks ...
I'm gonna see where I'm going with this.

They're getting clearer.
Looks like someone built a temporary bridge here.
Is something built back there?

I better get out of here!
I'll keep an eye on it and stay at a safe distance.
I don't want to run into lynxes or humans.

I'd better go back to my hiding place and decide how to proceed.
It will be dark soon anyway.

Feenja Blog Entry 009

I have been in this strange environment for a few days now and have been able to secure my shelter even better, got oriented and have enough water and food.

I already avoid the predator areas very well. After traces of lynx I have also discovered clues about wolves. Therefore I am all the more careful. Because I have found a safe and sufficiently free place for a fire, I can soon catch smaller animals and prepare them. But I still collect the material for the traps. The necessary hole is already dug.

The discovered water was unfortunately a marshy little lake. I cannot do anything with it. I would not even eat a fish from it. It's too risky. But I also found parasitic-eaten tree trunks through which I get nutritious insects and other living creatures.

The strange shelter I found is apparently already vacated. But it can't be long ago. I'm staying alert!

Feenja Blog Entry 010

I was startled by a dream last night. Although I fell asleep again and a few hours have passed since, the feelings and images still resonate.

It was a feeling like "family", "love", "safety", "happiness". Something that I have not felt for a long time. Also, the connection with someone was strongly present. The same connectedness that I felt for the first time shortly after my awakening. It is part of the overpowering urge to stay alive for someone. But I still do not know for whom.

In any case, I think I know through my dream that this person gave me my necklace. I saw the pendant clearly in my dream. I was wearing it around my neck.

But there was still a fleeting image which actually cannot exist. In the dream I had also opened the pendant. It was something like a medallion with photos inside. But I couldn't make out a single face. And now, when I am awake, I cannot open the pendant. No matter how many times I try. I can't get it open.
How can that be?

Feenja Blog Entry 011

At long last!
Running water!

I'm so happy I'm going to jump right in and get cleaned up. It feels so great!

Cold, but great! Luckily I remembered in time that I have to be careful not to get the water in my mouth, nose or eyes. If it is unclean, it could cause a bad infection. And alone in the wilderness this would be devastating.

Today the weather is quite nice and my clothes dry quickly. So I decide to follow the river. Maybe this is the river from my dream? Or it could lead me to it.

Feenja Blog Entry 012


Really. The river I found led me to another, and with it the place from my dream.

Apparently there were people here. Not so long ago. I'll take a good look at the area.
Suddenly I feel dizzy. Just a little.

No. It's getting more and more, so strong that I have to sit down. I feel presences. So many. Mostly good ones, I think.
Everything goes black and then I see him again. This man who calls me all the time. I feel myself tilting back. When I can see again I am lying in the grass. The sun has moved a little and I know that I must got faint for some time.

I quickly look around. Nothing.
No noticeable change all around.

I was lucky.

That could have gone wrong. I don't know this area well yet.
Who knows who or what's going on here.

It's coming back to me. He sent me a message.
He hears me and something else, but what was it?
My memory's a bit fuzzy.

But right now I gotta get away from here. This place is creeping me out.
I'll take a closer look around tomorrow and observe this place.

{FLCTY Blog Entry 001}

Just returned from trawling the woods, been on the surface for many hours.

I saw something. Behind some shrubs, hidden in the long, yellowed grass. It looked like the body of an animal.
Animal? Do animals still exist here? Living creatures other than human?

I sneaked towards it, slowly. But this being seemed to be asleep.
Then I could see it better.
It was a young deer. I go to it. And saw it was dead.

I kneeled down. Some tears trickled down my cheeks, behind my gasmask.
The body was still warm.
It died not long ago. But why was it dead?

After a few minutes of grieving, my stomach began to hurt. Again.
And it made some worrying noises.
For five days, I haven‘t eaten now. I found no plants, mushrooms or roots.
This area is dead and still dying. So, I'm very hungry.

Can I eat a dead deer? Is this acceptable?
It is, it was a beautiful creature. And I'm starving to death.

But I can’t eat another being that was alive a few hours before.
It would be the same as eating another human being.
It’s not reasonable. Both is disgusting and kinky.
Intelligence creatures do not eat meat, not from a dead body. I would rather die.

After remaining some more minutes, I started to pet the head of the deer and wished him all the best, for his way to the otherworld.
Time to leave this aera.
I must search for a better place.

***VIDEO: ***

{Fl!ck Blog Entry 001}

I woke up again. Did I? It doesn't feel like it.
The last days have been pretty tough. No other soul to talk to, wandering through the woods, sleeping in caves. Sometimes, when I listen too closely to my thoughts, I perceive some sort of flashes. I feel like home, a comforting sensation only to be gone after a few heartbeats.

This light dizziness in my head never seems to pass away. Now and then I have this thin invisible curtain of permanent moving waves in my sight which hardens my suspicion that this place cannot be real.

But if it's not real, where am I? For my own sanity, I shall call this a dream. One day I shall wake up again and be where I should be.

Whatever happened and how hard and lonely life is right now, I have never felt such freedom before! So why not enjoy what has been given to me?
Why not live it up in this dreamland?

{Fl!ck Blog Entry 002}

Lately I witnessed something that I cannot understand completely. But I shall try to describe it.

I was in the woods last evening, marching through beautiful twilight, watching squirrels and deer on my way. As I looked closer, I realised one deer had scratches at its neck and it was limping.
Slowly it was searching the ground for food, turning acorns and snatching after herbs. And then it happened.

The moment the deeer's tongue touched a particular herb, it felt as if someone put some sort of glasses in front of my eyes, to make me see for a moment what really lingers out here. Colours I had never before seen in such intensity pulsated in patterns, moving in circles, changing direction and colour, from a slow pulsating to fast one.

I saw this sort of energy moving from the herb to the deer. A tear dropped from my eye, I was overwhelmed. I had never experienced something so beautiful in my life before!

And all within one second – or had it been hours? I couldn't say – I felt cold and confused, feeling a rapid heartbeat in my chest. I closed my eyes and I forced myself to breathe again, breathe slowly and deeply.

After a few deep breaths, I managed to calmed myself and my brain started working again. But what was that?

When I opened my eyes, I could see the crust of the deer's wounds fall off. They closed all by themselves, and after a few more heartbeats, the scratches were gone. And just like that the deer ran away, deeper into the woods, as if nothing had ever happened.

I walked closer to the herb the deer had been eating. I recognised it as potentilla erecta – bloodroot – though I had no idea where or when I had gained that sort of knowledge. The name just appeared in my mind out of nowhere. But intuitively I remembered bloodroot as a herb which stops bleeding when applied onto a wound.

My thoughts to all of this: There is more and more evidence that this is not the world I used to live in. But how can I know for sure if I can't remember my former life? It seems as if animals knew which herbs can bring a cure. And obviously there' more to herbs are more than I thought there was.

On the other hand: How absolutely awesome was that just now?!? I need to see more of this!

Fl!ck Blog Entry 003

Shad0w, m0rl0ck, s33k3r and I were were sent out by the Grandmaester to explore the area and look for food, supplies etc. So we first followed the creek west and then north, downstream the Stillwater River.

The first night near the river I had a dream about a spinning tin can hidden in a tunnel. And I heard a knocking. I got really excited and I wanted to find this place.

After two or three more days of walking, the vegetation started to change. It seemed the trees and plants haven't been reached by the touch of spring yet. I had some sort of vision as I looked up to the hill: g8s and feAther walking by, accompanied by a tall man with a funny hat.

We followed their path and reached a strange tree. m0rl0ck saw the three of them vanishing before that tree. I tried to take a closer look at that tree and I sacrificed some blood, but no matter how hard I tried, nothing happened. Besides, I don't even know if our visions were from the past or from the future! Maybe this will never happen …

We decided to leave this place and find our way straight back to our headquarters. After one day of walking through the woods we found small valley. Three old buildings with three massive doors, all locked. We tried our best and managed to open one door. In an old, rotten earth cellar we found the can from my dream. So I think I had this dream to lead me to those tunnels. The most interesting findings were some letters on some pieces of coal in a pile:

D, D, D, I, I, C (or U?), O, N, R, L – Lord Niddic, what else?
I have no idea what the meaning of this is!

I also found a rock crystal. I shall use it when I try to SEE the next time.
We decided that maybe some other, more capable wastelanders could search behind the other doors. Who knows what could be waiting there for us?
Afterwards we reached the headquarters without problems.

When I tried to LOOK at this special tree, I gave some of my own blood. I know that something happened or something was different because of the blood. As if the spell was stronger or as if it wouldn't affect my sanity.
If this is really so, we need to discuss this matter!
Who gets fed by this blood?
Do the Wronglands play any role in this matter?
Maybe I should explore there a bit more. I need to talk to someone who has been there.

{g8s Blog Entry 002}

Wake up ...
Arise ...
Thrive ...

I can see you.
I can feel your anxiety and I can offer you a choice.

Like seeds in the field, there is life all around us.

Some will grow with pure heart, pure mind and pure thought.
Others not so much ...

What will it be?
Who do you want to become?

Follow the signs and you will find me.
Either way, we will meet again ...

***VIDEO: ***

{g8s Blog Entry 003}

GRANDMAESTER is calling for me… What does he want? I‘m wondering, because i have'nt seen him for days. He looks pale and exhausted. Another interesting soul joins our meeting, by the name of FEATHER ... She is an interesting character. Very silent but respectful to the laws of life..

GRANDMAESTER tells us that he is worried about a fellow wastelander, STATTER is his calling sign. I’ve met him before in the woods. Strange, but interesting spirit.
STATTER was investigating in a strange landmark in the south, THE so-called WRONGLANDS … Very mysterious and dangerous. But the tribe has to thrive and we have to grow 2gether … So FEATHER and myself are gathering supplies.

As I’m waiting for her to return, I start to synchronise my amulet with the one in my pocket. It is for her, to synchronise us while we are out there, to protect our spirits ...
All I take with me is my bag, my lighter, water, food for 4 days, a sickle and my amulets.

We cross the small creek as we head south. I'm watching FEATHER as she is tracking through the woods. I feel the connection to her true inner spirit. For a moment she looks like a lynx to me.
Very interesting, normally I see spirit trees in people, but this looks like her spirit animal.
We move on. As its getting late, we are looking for a place to rest and find a nice small shelter to spend the night.

The next morning, as we wake up, we find a mysterious key at our shelter. Old and heavy. We are sure it wasn't there when we arrived. Very strange …
The Key is talking to me, but i can hardly understand a word. Must be a strange tongue … After a short and small breakfast, we move on, heading south.

The lands are getting weirder, like wronger ... It feels like the plants are watching us. Around noon, we notice sticks in the ground. Mysterious new symbols… The plants are getting bigger and denser, but we spot no animals …

In the evening we’ve found STATTER, laying at a fireplace, sleeping. Hard to wake him up but we make it. Talked a while and smoke some very funny weed. I can't remember what we where talking about.

The next I can remember is being in a groundhole with a door. I lay down to rest, to meditate … I can feel my surroundings, i feel the animal spirit ...
I am a bear, but I'm tired, getting weaker and weaker with every second …
DANGER! I have to leave the animal spirit …
Now I can feel the plants. Oh they are so healthy and will grow and grow and grow on. They will thrive ...
DANGER! I cannot lose myself in the trees, not again!

I wake up. STATTER and FEATHER are asleep. Are there spirits also gone? I have to wake 'em up! WE HAVE TO LEAVE THIS PLACE OR WE WILL DIE!
We leave the shelter in the middle of the night. I manage to find one of my treegates. It's hard to concentrate out here, but I am able to activate the gate ...

FEATHER tries first, but she can't pass through the gate. I finally realise ... They can't go without me!
So I take them by their hands and we walk through together …

… and we are back! We come out at the other treegate I already know. From here it's only a one day hike back to the collective. We arrived there just before sunset, and are very glad to be back! We have to talk to the GRANDMAESTER. The WRONGLANDS are a threat.

{Mantra Blog Entry 002}

Continuously I learn something new
I push what I already know to new heights
I gain new insights and expand my understanding
I walk the road to enlightenment

The wasteland is my teacher

{Mantra Blog Entry 003}

Having caught a fat rabbit using a simple snare, Åra and I had our best meal in days. It's not often I see her enjoying a meal. Sometimes I worry that she'll starve herself to death in her dedication to her calling. Too focused to eat anything. Maybe she just really likes rabbit? I should try to catch more.

Finally Åra felt it was time to head out and explore one of the places I've told her about. On the way I lost track of my waymarks – which didn't bother me very much. That is, after all, how I find interesting places. While looking for some of my own marks, we found old and unfamiliar marks – three horizontal lines carved in a tree. I wonder what they mean and who's wandered these woods before us.

Åra needed to sit down for a while so we took a rest – her sitting on the ground, eyes closed, while I looked around for anything and nothing. As soon as her energy was back, Åra pretty much jumped to her feet and ran off westwards yelling for me to follow.

That night we arrived at the coast to spend the night at a campsite I use when salvaging driftwood. I fell asleep to the sound of waves of water lapping at the rocks. I awoke soon after to the sight of Åra guiding a man towards me, pointing an arrow at him.
The first stranger we've seen. And he was strange indeed! Naked and as pale as the moon Herself. Obviously he had gone hungry for days. He was rambling in several languages, half mad from exhaustion and exposure, most likely.
He looked weak enough to snap in two with my bare hands. But he also carried deep wounds on his body with pride – the marks of his God, he claimed. He must be a tough one to still be conscious.
Åra healed his wounds, but the scars will remain. For this he called her Angel, and promised to serve. If she can heal his mind, he might become a helpful ally.

The wasteland is our path
and Åra lights our northern way.

{ru3b3 Blog Entry 003}

Something about this spot seems unnatural to me ...

{ru3b3 Blog Entry 004}

Needles, anyone?

{ru3b3 Blog Entry 005}

I've been exploring the woods for days now, searching for roots, leaves and other sources of nutrition – with little success.

Then, I found some mushrooms ... Growing under an unknown tree.
I was suspicous at first, but then the hunger got the best of me.

Oh my, they tasted awful, but then again, at least something to fill the void in my stomach.
But the relief did not last long – soon, the hallucinations kicked in.

Strange images and feelings took over, I completely lost it. I began to scrutinize the symbols on my skin – or under it?

Flashbacks of pride and and pain – haven't I seen similar paintings on others?
Why exactly these motives? Are they in some way special to me or my former self?
I need to find answers ...

... and food.
After I awoke, my mind seemed kind of empty and exhausted, but still left with some tasks to fullfill ...
What kind of poison did I take?

I need to get organised. Maybe I can find the spot where the mushrooms grow again? Others need to be warned, some might even find them useful ...

But who can I talk to about this?

{ru3b3 Blog Entry 006}

Long have I been thinking about this, but no rest shall I have.
I am leaving this place. Unexpected this is. Unknown voices are calling me.

I have to leave this place.

Sunset. The time seems right ...

Try to get away from it ...
It's always an adavantage to have the yellow pest in the back – it lights your way and keeps others from seeing you.

Follow the tracks I must – let's see where it takes me...
With an eye on the future and one on my surroundings, I shall remain cautious...


Hours later. It's getting dark.
I've walked for a long time, and when I could not walk anymore,
I did some walking.
And walking.

Exhausted I feel,
seems like a place to rest ...

Night surrounds me, surrounds this life.

{ru3b3 Blog Entry 007}

Luckily enough, I found some sort of shelter for the night ... But who had built it? It doesn't feel that "natural" at all ...

It seems like somebody used the fire place not to long ago... I wonder if it was for heat only, or might they have found something worthy to - I can't believe I am thinking this - actually cook?

... and what is that massive concrete structure I keep seeing in my dreams? I can't wrap my head around it, but it reminds me of the concrete block I emerged earlier ... Further exploration is needed, but I have no business with this supernatural stuff ...

The woods are beautiful, but something definitely feels off. Some of the trees don't strike me as healthy ... Parts of the bark are missing ... Or there's only the bark left. Something, or somebody, obviously collected them ...

Ah, finally, the essence of life... But this water tastes yucky. I am afraid I am going to regret drinking it ...

The landscape gets rocky as I follow the river upstream. It's getting colder as well ... maybe I find a flintstone in order to keep myself warm during the nights ...

One upside though: that water is getting clearer with every step I take to emerge the woods ... One might almost find it ... drinkable ...

I shall rest again.

{Shad0w Blog Entry 002}

Don't worry, you have already paid.

{staTTer Blog Entry 001}

day one.

woke up to some earthworms invading my nostrils.
had to unearth myself.
at least gravity pointed the way.
oddly reassuring.


so. i'm here with a flask, a box and an imprint of treebark on my face.
no memories of this place and, funnily enough, myself.
need clothes. it's fucking two inches cold!
opened the box, no garments. funky googles and a strangely familiar amulet.

did i make this? little tree in a square.
glows in the dark seems to change colour in sunlight.

***VIDEO: ***

{staTTer Blog Entry 002}

first night.

what a hell of a night ... and morning.
covered myself in leaves next to a pillar. shitty shelter!

come dawn, something stirred next to me and a bandana wearing hooligan emerges gasping for air.
backpedals und runs for the hills.
strange times. hmpfhe is clothed. oh, the unfairness.

{staTTer Blog Entry 003}

so ... second day.

wandered t'wards the rising sun.
at least it's only one sun.
having strange visions of a sand covered place with two of them.

do i hail from there? would explain my hatred of the heat.
hmmm, something to think about when I have found food an' shelter.

Amulet seems to change when i'm near some trees, but not others.
Where is my mind? Feel i should understand that stuff.
Found a bubbling brook and a glowy place betwixt some birch trees.
Shelter, food, how to catch an' cook the little fish.

Have to make due with stone tools ... or this shard of glass.

Now stones, dry branches and tinder.
Wonderful shrooms – stamets be praised.
Gonna make something to cook in, nice.

Will try my hand at pottery and call this place -shelter_one-.

{staTTer Blog Entry 004}

third day here in "strange but not a dream"-world.

made some pottery. most of it cracked.
enough clay near the brook und lots of stones.
still call this place -shelter_one-.

made myself some garlicy_leaf-soup.
saw some small fish in the waterway.
getting communications from that grandmaester-entity.

again. remember now.
fragments, memory-fragments from before i came here.
a talk over great distance a skip-call.
dumb name, didn't have to skip for communications.
remaining still works better.

{staTTer Blog Entry 005}

day three here in "strange but not a dream"-world.

made some pottery. most of it cracked.
enough clay near the brook und lots of stones.
still call ... wait what? no more loops!

no, no!
not again.

in the name of Bey and Affix, IT IS DAY FOUR!

young twigs, weave 'em for catching little fish, need more charcoal ...
and clothes... nettles perhaps? too small right now.
fire, fire, water, charcoal ... basic water filtration unit working for now.

grin for now i am well fed.

moving from -shelter_one-.

{staTTer Blog Entry 006}

day five - now wandering.

looking for better accomodations.
doing three hour hikes in different directions.
when i come back to -shelter_one-, i am suddenly face to face with bandana-guy.

he flailes wildly with his arms.
think i am being attacked, so i attempt to hit him with a stick.
why a stick?
well, i am one banana short of actually having a banana.

the same can be said for having a knife.
so... he steps back, raises his hands, kneels and begins drawing in the soil.
"try a written dialogue, will you?" he points his intense stare at my glowy tree, writes something.
about gates i think.

g8s ... hmmm ... eight and infinity, fitting!
bandana guy seems to be the right sort.
anyway this could take a while.
be sharing a meal before trading ...

{staTTer Blog Entry 007}

mute g8s trading.

bandana g8s is also looking for the grandmaester entity.
share my visions with him.

might call him g8s the mute, no leave the mute.
g8s already carries an essence-collector in crystal form.
he traded me two sets of garments for the glowy tree amulet.

feel less exposed but also less reassured.
great stamets give me guidance ... guy dance?

perhaps a dance ritual, something to do with Kali?
fire, blood, mycelium, tangents and double-step?

plz need clearer memories.

go to sleep good night world.

{staTTer Blog Entry 008}

fire portals – day six, morning post, 10:28

found a vivid memory, tried it with a stick.
"accio public transportation."

only pulled campfire flames towards me.
why doesn't it work? fire on my cloak extinguished.
cloak now wet.


{staTTer Blog Entry 009}

day 7.

can't live without them.
found more spicy leavy stuff, less potent than garlic.

mellows out close to the campfire.
lots of nettles, some tasty purple-blossomed, ground-covering plant and one with really small starlike flowers, stellaria something, i believe.

cutting stuff with stones or shards of glass is tricky and time consuming.
who the hell are a tool and multi? old companions?
remember calling someone a tool.

{staTTer Blog Entry 010}

nighttime day eight.

so g8s found the grandmaester's "collective".
the vision smells of great distance.
sun is just going down there, and it's seems colder.

by stamets hairy bollocks!
g8s must have figured out how the address system works.
stupid, stupid.
should have done more information exchange.

wake up ...
arise ...
thrive ...

yah mate, i am, thriving that is. i will take my time.
will spread mycelium, become more of myself.

take my time. make -shelter_two-.

{staTTer Blog Entry 011}

day 9-1.

stumbled upon a wellspring close to a small rock formation and a hill of sandy stone, whatever it might be called.
memories!?. will be all alone in the moonlight!
might break some flat stones to dig, cut and tunnel my new earth cellar home.
managed to go deep enough. might stay unseen while i rest my weary head.


it is way past noon, still weary. arms hurt.
stupid diggy hole earworm. i am not much of a dwarf.
woke to a measure of pain, being stabbed hurts.

a crow! singular.
or a raven?
could have taken my eye. but cut my brow.
well lonely crow, have some dried fish. let me sleep.

{staTTer Blog Entry 012}


must be the tenth day. woke up to strange sound. crow or raven is gone.

rubbed my eyebrow. bleeding again.
found "not-quite-stone".
made with my techniques, but there are unknown glyps on it.

might have to come here, to bury it, before i arrive. once i've figured it out.
chuckles bit of a timebreak or dance?

***VIDEO: ***

{staTTer Blog Entry 013}

eleventh day.

found crows skull in the sandy stone.
used memory on essencemanipulaton to make a token.
Applied it to cast a wide web, for trying to contact g8s. seems important.

found his face but he seemed concentrated.
no immediate answer. got back to digging.

so g8s sent a new vision thingie.
craps on the grandmaester-entity's intentions, or not. lie, prank or soothsaying.

do not or do trust cause it's a lie.
can't be more unclear.

four days till grandmaester's reply.

**FOTO: mumienfroschbild**

{staTTer Blog Entry 014}

twelfth day since my unearthing.

-shelter_two- is partially usable.
after traveling about an hour by foot, i began finding mummified wildlife.
no mushrooms, vegetation is doing alright.

a few minutes later the count goes from a few to an imperial shitton of mummys.
no birds in the trees.
everything here feels wrong.

feel thirsty. crows token begins to dim.
turn around. leave now.
will return with better protection.

{staTTer Blog Entry 015}

day thirteen.

can't do much about rituals today.
still weak from yesterday's foray into the wronglands.

found a steeldrum today. really need tools to work with metal and wood.
as always, my thoughts go back to my faithful multitool.
won't throw a temper-tantrum.
no, i won't!

well ...
maybe i will.
have to stock up on my food resources first.
a trip to the pond is in order.
after that i'll have my tantrum, including stomping of the feet and looking mightily upset.
pfff ... sometimes i really amuse myself ...

i remember the great stamets words:
"the doing happens. i know i am me, all the time."

{staTTer Blog Entry 016}

day fourteen. border to the wronglands.

went there to put stakes in the ground, smack-bang where the feeling of the wrongness begins.
hope it doesn't grow.
did about twenty warning stakes and went back home.

i do not know what constitutes a normal day in this world,
but i hope this is not the new normal.

there is a stiff guy on the way to -shelter_two-.
not the "i'm am just sooooo happy to see you" kind of stiff.
i'm talking about the "laying till decaying" stiffness.
the one that, if not cleaned up, results in a stinky goo.

must tell the crows, i wonder how they haven't noticed this humble ex-human.
search the corpse? will do a visual examination first.

seems slightly desiccated, clothes not torn, some scratches, no liquid blood, uneven brown, short cropped hair.
will search for his shelter, after a good night's sleep.

took some of the garments and a belt. belt looks familiar.
if i ever find a needle, no, when i find a needle,shakeshead wrong again!
when i find at least two needles, because one is reserved for ru3b3, then the pieces of cloth will be useful to me.

{staTTer Blog Entry 017}

day fifteen.

followed the trail of the desiccated one, right to the border of the wronglands.
smells a bit like cardboard und lavender.

he lived there? "what the fudge? yes minister!"
shall not take too long in his dilapidating house.

damn sour grapes.
he lived in a real house, with a tiled roof.
would have been to convenient to have access to a real bed.
took me three days to just dig out enough to stretch my legs in my cave/cellar.

the situation:
have access to a house. could reside there. but the place will kill me if i do so.
perhaps in less than an hour?
drink now, walk briskly, be vigilant, take in what i see, carry what i can run with and get out before i die.
ok – no problem. gulps

day fifteen. late afternoon.

hey, i made it back!
put some things i could grab into a ammunition box.
rope, keyring, hammer, small chain, silver cylinder,
eleven by eleven on leather (a game?), some nailz ahmm nails ...

why do i keep seeing a big blonde guy with rabies wearing an orange jumpsuit?
have to wrestle that memory away.

{staTTer Blog Entry 018}

day sixteen. reflections on meditation.

every now and then, the walking of one's mindscape leads close to/from/into/through a random well hidden memory.

number one.
sometimes memories are hidden by a metaphorical tarp.
such a tarp can be made of a heavy, reflective and thick weave of suggestions.
"look left", "smells like custard" and "did i leave the candle burning?" are concrete examples of such.
the tarp technique doesn't hurt much and leads the seeker around the hidden remembrance.

number two.
some hiding places for memories are among heaps of other things.
sometimes the "other stuff" is mostly pointy shards of stained glass, nested in barbed-, razor-wire and rusty nails.
fascinating to look at, but not eliciting the impulse to dive into it.

number three.
and i know of at least one time when memory was concealed under a layer of recollections from back when everything was swell, recall of orgasmic moments, mementos of oddly interesting things and intoxicating dens of thought, far off from the target.

it happened ...
all of it ...
to me.

from number three
by number one
into number two

sparkle sparkle flash boom bang
memory hits me when it can

found it on a paved road
about 22 years ago
back in "otherworld"
went nowhere without it.

{staTTer Blog Entry 019}

day seventeen. off again into the wronglands.

hope adebar's protection holds!
eerie adverseness in the air.

came by the stakes i put on the outskirts.
damn it is growing ...
came about the dilapidating hut.
crows token is still glowing, the protection holds.

picked more stuff from the shack, some packs of nails, axehead, a cast-iron pan and a sack of walnuts.
token begins to dim after a few minutes inside, now running.
took one of the mummified frogs on the way out.

will prepare that scrying ritual ...
damn, that shit is not good for me health.

{staTTer Blog Entry 020}

day seventeen. scrying ritual.

started a fire with birch bark and typha seedspikes as kindling ...
it's good receptive water symbolism ...
put parts of the frog in it ...

the pictures, words and feelings all contain the same corruption.
a indifferent, no a callous hunger for hmmm ... that's it.

have to inform the grandmaester-entity about this.
perhaps try to find out how much ground the wronglands cover.
so tired have to regenerate my will.
stupid me thought itself invincible,
feel too drained for a ritual.

f..., it got to me.
will need some assistance.
stay awake
stay aware
stay conscious


***VIDEO: ***

{The Wheel Blog Entry 001}

The Wheel delivered an alternate analysis to the GrandMæster's answer to g8s from a numerlological standpoint.

33: honesty, compassion, inspiration, courage, and blessings; master number in numerology; highest degree in freemasonry.
444: love, encouragement, and support; magical things to come.
555: the wheel of fate is moving (yes, we are); changes ahead.
7777: rewards after hard work; succeeding and having self-control.

Concluded in one sentence: Following the GrandMæster will grant us rewards and, like the old God Seth, we will be "great of magic(k)".

{The Wheel Blog Entry 002}

The Wheel delivered an short analysis of staTTer's ritual from a magickal standpoint.

The ritual itself was well prepared, the ingredients for the scrying were all there. His will seemed strong and the effects sent ripples through the wasteland's web of the essence.
Yet he had to fail nonetheless.

When you're searching for darkness, darkness will find you and it doesn't only take a strong will to defend against it, but also a focused one.

Single-mindedness is like the tip of a deadly arrow, cast onto the enemy. For when a mind is strong, but not focused enough, it can be like a forgotten arrow, hurting its own master.

{g8s Blog Entry 001}

The dawn of a new day... What will it bring?
The dark shrouds of last night are falling as the sun rises…
Weird dreams have haunted me, but wait…

I remember the realms of our ancestors.
I‘ve seen THE ESSENCE flowing through realms of men and forgotten ghosts... But THE ESSENCE was somehow altered...
I‘ve seen my first TREEGATE been attacked by this DARK POWER, and only with the help of THE DRYADS and THE ESSENCE of my fallen masters, I was able to defeat THEM (whoever they are) and protect our gate!

So all of you out there, who are sensitive to THE ESSENCE, be aware!
There are dark forces which also can manipulate and use THE ESSENCE!
Check the Gates before you use them!
We are not alone anymore...

{Åra Blog Entry 001}

The north has awoken and so has my true spirit.
There is something restless out there - seeking me, calling me...
Although I do not know its nature, my ice-covered soul is drawn to it.
In this cold, calm everlasting punishment, tears and thoughts freeze to death.
Those infinite and vast empty lands have secrets of their own, buried deep down under the ice.

Here, where the daylight has long been dead, I shall gather worthy warriors around me!
Here, where the wrath of frost is taking my breath, I shall find and reveal your hidden powers!
Here, where my frozen blood does not flow, I shall ascend and seek enlightenment!
Here, where the only shine comes from a dark burning sky, I shall bring forth my legacy!

Northern lights, shed your fires and guide my way!

{The GrandMaester Blog Entry 002}

There is some sort of evil out there.
I can feel it.
Something very, very strange in these old woods.

An amazing amount of hopeful souls is gathering around us.
Everything is happening as predicted.
Leaving glyphes to decipher was the right choice.

But times are dark.
They found a body in the woods.
I wonder if he was on his way to join the collective.

We have to listen to our half-forgotten dreams.
I will send out someone to contact listening post alpha.

{ru3b3 Blog Entry 002}

Found some new items in an abandoned hut...
Dreams of usage keep reoccuring...
Well, I can imagine a lot of operation areas for that knife.
Also, I seem to remember a drink where the withered herbs came to use …
Gin toxic, or something?

{mantra Blog Entry 001}

Hey, it's me, Mantra. Open up, will you?

Thanks - it's getting dark, and I don't wanna spend one more night out there alone until I've had a warm meal and some clean water. I've been drinking from muddy puddles the last couple of days, and I don't feel too good.

This place ain't exactly the Hilton, but I'll take it. Wait, what was a Hilton?

It's weird out there, man. Like, I'm certain the crows were following me for a while. I tried catching one to eat, but they seem even smarter than owls. It was as if they laughed at my traps - but I'll get better, and we'll make a nice crow stew. Speaking of food - what's for supper?

(Still got these weird nightmares. They keep me tossing and turning at night… I need something that helps me sleep at night.)

Hmm? What's that? Sorry - I was lost in thought for a moment. Yeah, I found someone. Some sort of mystic. She calls herself Åra, and she's agreed to "guide my spirit in the wasteland" - just like I was told she would.

Oh, it spooks me, alright. But it's just like when I enter some dark cellar to scavenge; I just repeat to myself "There's no such things as ghosts. There's no such things as ghost. There's no such things as ghosts" while putting one foot in front of the other.

{salamAndra Blog Entry 001}

Poor sh0t.
He was kinda cute. But weak. Too weak to survive in wasteland.
However, I dare say he had really hat a sh0t during his last hours.

I met him in the woods, invited him to my place.
We soon got to it, and I must admit it was kinda nice.
He almost cried after he came.

And then things escalated quickly. You know how it goes.
He could have given me his amulet by choice when I asked.
Maybe he would still be alive then.
Poor, stupid sh0t.

I need to find some new linen.
It‘s hard to get the blood out once it dried into the furs.

But the amulet was worth it.
Sometimes it shows this funny purple glow. Maybe it‘s enchanted?

My attention was drawn to this … collective … lately.
Some of those guys seem to have supernatural powers. Dafuq?
I wonder if it‘s different to fuck one of those witchers. Or witches.
I will find out. Promise.

{The GrandMaester Blog Entry 001}

I feel a different spirit
pumping through my veins.
As long as there is truth
there will always be hope.

Transcendence is our fate.
Ascendancy is our fate.
Fire will show us the way.
And truth only shall I speak.

Everything is connected.
And the day may come when all the pieces fit.
This very day, enlightenment will set in
for every being with an awakened mind.

{m0rl0ck Blog Entry 001}

This place must be either a second chance or the punishment for some dark doings in my former life, I don't know.
But I'm certain about one thing: "I'm here for a reason."
It took me quite a lot of strength to make it this far. Gladly I found 3 keys to survival in wasteland2570: One kept me warm.
One saved me from dehydration.
One kept me awake when I was almost dying.

I was searching for a place to rest and regain power for days already when I met this mysterious old man who showed me the path to a hideout in the woods. At first I didn't trust him, but then I saw this triangle glyph on his arm which somehow seemed familiar and trustworthy enough to give him a chance. Good decision!

I used the time in my shelter to rest my tired body and I felt strong enough to continue my journey afterwards. I'm exploring different parts of my new habitat every day to learn the laws of nature in this world. Hopefully I will also find some kindred spirits soon. But I am confident that I will have success on my journey because I can already feel a strong bonding between wasteland2570 and me.

Flashbacks from my former life gave me back more and more abilities in the field of information technology. With my new skills I am finally able to present myself to the collective. I'm not a genius but I'm a terrific package of experience.

{feAther Blog Entry 001}

It all cannot be said aloud now.
Be aware when the raven meets the owls.
Do not try to think, just feel your mind.
May The Raven choose you.
May The Raven watch over you.
May you feel the fire.
May The Raven touch your mind 
May the dark guide you like the fire.
Be aware - you are never alone.
See me with your soul, hear me with your mind, and smell me in your dreams.
The generation of The Raven rises.
The Raven will see it all.

There are powerful forces of evil in the world.
It is some men's fate to confront great darkness.
We each choose how to react.
If our choice is fear, then we become vulnerable to darkness.

Trust your mind until it tricks you.
You never know who is on your mind.

Two birds with one stone.
Join me and join listening post alpha. 

{ru3b3 Blog Entry 001}

{Shad0w Blog Entry 001}

Welcome to Shad0w‘s Needful Things & Information.

I am pleased to let you know that new trading goods have arrived.

assorted cables
kitchen knife (slightly rusty but will still kill)
comb (some teeth missing)
expired medication (try at own risk)
crystal ball (ghosts sold separately)
duct tape (price: your soul or best offer)
book „Capital. A Critique of Political Economy “ by Karl Marx
book „Moonchild“ by Aleister Crowley
box of matches
folding spade (slight traces of usage and mysterious brown stains)
can of baked beans
camping cooker
gas cartridge
assorted ropes
sleeping bag (used, zip broken, smells kinda funny)
the answer to the question about life, the universe and everything

Ask for weekly special offers.

{Blog Entry 001}

DAY 11

So far, the following characters have entered the wasteland.

  • Åra
  • Crashd0wn
  • d0ck3r
  • Flignition
  • g8s
  • leaf
  • Mantra
  • m0rl0ck
  • mirr0r
  • ru3b3
  • salamAndra
  • Shad0w
  • sh0t
  • spr0ut
  • St0nes
  • t1mb3rlakes
  • The GrandMæster

The collective is expected to announce their first nominations soon.