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05-07-2023, 06:34 AM
+1 DISASTROUS EVENT
+1 NEUTRAL EVENT
+1 NEW TCP
Simon's Log
Day 3
...a lot happened today. More than I feel like I can get down. I'll keep it brief.
I'm not alone in this house. I should have expected as much- it feels like I've never been alone, at least not for long. I can't remember the faces I've seen, but I know there's been others.
I was walking through what I've soooo fondly named "the dungeon", peeking through cells. Occasionally I'd see some kind of fluid stain...never fresh, always dried. The more I walked, the more I hated it.
After hours of this, I heard a fucking horrible roar, louder than anything I'd ever heard before- I ran as fast as I could, only to shut myself in a cell and try to calm myself down. I could hear something chasing me, even saw something rush past- but it didn't see me. Thank god.
I realized after a moment that I was not alone- not just a monster, but a person- not that I could tell the difference, at first. She's huge, but probably a TCP. Doesn't answer when I ask her what type.
Chained up, though. She's got a diary and a pen too, and it's clear she's been writing in it...but I don't think she'd let me read.
We share the same cell, now. Waiting for the end to come.
She says her name is Mist. Doesn't say much else.
She hasn't asked me to take off her chains, and I don't know if I want to. Those teeth smack of something dangerous, and I don't trust anything that looks like it's got a taste for TCP flesh.
![[Image: 2_07_05_23_6_22_01.png]](https://homebrewdeviants.com/forum/gallery/2_07_05_23_6_22_01.png)
There is a new TCP discovered in the House. Her name is Mist. She is a cannibalism/blueberry/lapis hybrid, with a major fluffy modifier, a minor plastic modifier, and tail, voice, and leg anomalies.
You may now specify whose diary entry you want to read on a given day.
+1 NEUTRAL EVENT
+1 NEW TCP
Simon's Log
Day 3
...a lot happened today. More than I feel like I can get down. I'll keep it brief.
I'm not alone in this house. I should have expected as much- it feels like I've never been alone, at least not for long. I can't remember the faces I've seen, but I know there's been others.
I was walking through what I've soooo fondly named "the dungeon", peeking through cells. Occasionally I'd see some kind of fluid stain...never fresh, always dried. The more I walked, the more I hated it.
After hours of this, I heard a fucking horrible roar, louder than anything I'd ever heard before- I ran as fast as I could, only to shut myself in a cell and try to calm myself down. I could hear something chasing me, even saw something rush past- but it didn't see me. Thank god.
I realized after a moment that I was not alone- not just a monster, but a person- not that I could tell the difference, at first. She's huge, but probably a TCP. Doesn't answer when I ask her what type.
Chained up, though. She's got a diary and a pen too, and it's clear she's been writing in it...but I don't think she'd let me read.
We share the same cell, now. Waiting for the end to come.
She says her name is Mist. Doesn't say much else.
She hasn't asked me to take off her chains, and I don't know if I want to. Those teeth smack of something dangerous, and I don't trust anything that looks like it's got a taste for TCP flesh.
There is a new TCP discovered in the House. Her name is Mist. She is a cannibalism/blueberry/lapis hybrid, with a major fluffy modifier, a minor plastic modifier, and tail, voice, and leg anomalies.
You may now specify whose diary entry you want to read on a given day.
![[Image: TCP%20customs.png]](https://pile.randimg.net/3/13/190751/TCP%20customs.png)
