Well I’ll be.
Something
Is not right.
I caught wind that this past lore never closed.
Despite the timeline being “disrupted” when normally a disruption equals finale.
I can’t quite get into details, not at 5:23 am when I havent slept in 24 hours
But tomorrow if im lucky I can explain julie lore, what they entail, and how its known the story has a clear cut beginning and ending.
And they always shut.
Theres been one,
Abruptly in 2026, and without warning,
As these things tend to go.
They do have rules, you know.
But weeks ago there was a stillness. A quiet unsettling. I didnt feel it mentally
Spiritually
And I damn sure didn’t feel it physically which is the #1 indication.
Trust me,
If youre clawing with an upwards momentum towards the light, fingernails cracking with rocks,
And mud,
And soft putrid land,
You know the moment you use the last of your strength left to pull your body upwards with your forearms,
Shaking due to the lack of strength and stamina,
With one unbalanced leg you clumsily throw it with all you can muster left
Towards that murky light filled opening at the mouth of hell,
And roll the rest of your body out.
You lay there momentarily on your back, and with the dusty back of your hand
Wipe the sweat and grime out of your eyes.
You take whatever is left of your reserve and pull yourself in the sitting position right there next to the gaping earth. Knees to your chest,
Body shaking,
You let out a sigh from a long unjustified war
you can feel that its over. Because it dragged your ass up and down the floor of the shadow realm
Youre vaguely aware youre smiling, a lunatic,
And you can taste the grit and pennies covering your teeth.
You take a deep breath and stifle a laughing bark of irony.
Your mouth floods with saliva and debris
And when you turn your head to spit on that barren soil
You see a pool of blood that came out of your mouth,
One strand of long drool hanging lackadaisicaly from the bottom lip
It feels too bloated, swollen, and with a dry tongue you dart it out and feel a deep Crack there.
You make a mental inventory.
You start to process from the very begining right up to red saliva pool.
All of the events.
They flood in, one after the next,
Growing in intensity, strength,
Irrationality. Each more Bizarre than the next.
In a daze you think to yourself
well fuck
that one. Was bad
dont even jinx it and say it could be worse because there is
always
a new lore coming
but that one?
good god, whos going to believe this?
Youre not going to want to stand up yet, but this is the part you start to laugh. a real, belly aching, straight from the diaphragm laugh.
You think of the most asinine part of the whole entire lore
And you laugh louder than ever.
You know less than a handful of people are ever going to believe this.
Usually the ones you live with, they get a front row ticket to a show theyre powerless to intervene, and truthfully, you think they kind of really want to see just how far this can go tightroping the impossible.
That.
That’s how you know the game is over.
You’re main character piece is no longer in play.
The timeline has cut off indefinitely.
This new lore? The book shuts with a definite slam.
It gets filed away on a dusty shelf in the resources of your memory.
Perhaps later, if its of the physical variety, a doctor will bring up a new anomaly youre plagued with and you get to wipe the cobwebs off that tomb and give them the abridged version like its the most natural thing in the world.
Perhaps youre with family or friends, and someone who was present, who lived it adjacent, someone to bare witness to your improbable tale will turn around to someone on the topic of something utterly mad and theyll say:
“OH my god, dude! You have to listen to this nut case story that happened to julie and “her bizarre luck””. When your lore is read in the future youve got nothing else to do but to laugh.
And honestly. Who wouldn’t.
And if its not me
Someone adjacent,
Someone here,
A new set of eyes to bare record
Everyone else thinks
hyperbole
white lies
exaggeration
dramatic effect
shock value
trauma humor
embellishments
free artistic reign
That’s fine and well. You always have atleast one witness, and the shockwaves of the lore are usually felt for half a decade, usually more.
never temporary*
So you gotta laugh.
Man, my library of lore would make the most mismatched work of happenstance non-fiction.
Needless to say,
Or rather all thats to say,
You are well aware lore is over and mainly because your ass is kicked sideways and more ways than one. Theres a recovery period.
you feel the book slam
But…
It’s not quite....right.
2026 lore, was a whisper.
And the pain was not loud.
There was no grand finale, followed by one or two even bigger than that in which you weren’t expecting. I havent felt like I was on an upward trajectory crawling out of a crumbling narrow well.
No panting as I rolled to my side getting ready to cry tears through giddy laughter.
nothing broke me
I am not rebuilding myself in the aftermath
Oh and trust me.
Just like you know when one is over,
There is no mistaking when one begins.
It’s unlike anything else you know.
Its terrifying the same time its exciting
And its so out of left field, it always comes with an explanation.
“FUCK A NEW LORE JUST BEGAN”
And in my minds eye I see a forever timeline like in a child’s board game and I aware my MC piece is the only one at the start. For now, if and when it involves a secondary MC but that never happened and was not reserved until 2026.
And as soon as the feeling strikes, and I feel the bile rise, and my insides flip,
I state the fact,
Sometimes its a loud curse,
Pointing it out to another who’s lived to watch “julies bizarre luck”
Sometimes its begging like
” please god,not fucking now, you have to be shitting me”
Or it very well could be a whisper.
And sometimes
When god is extra generous and they rapid cycle
All I do is take one stressed mental note, and reach for my cigarettes hoping I get spared just a tiny bit (this part never happens but you cant fault a girl for trying).
What im saying is, just as much as youre self aware its over, youre never wrong when the games begun.
See, I knew the game flipped, reason had turned on its axis. Reality was upside down.
It fluttered in my chest and spread to my limbs like fire before mentally I was ready to shout it out.
Sometimes I like calling it outside of me vocally. Dibs.
All of that happened. Gut reaction. Intuition.
The devine cursed gameplay.
I could have sworn for the first time I was given foresight, not that it was going to do me any good. Just watching a car crash.
Only, it was too easy.
The hurt was anticipated as catastrophic given the nature and I got off with mere scratches that couldnt have lasted longer than a week.
Truthfully, less than half.
It was eerie, the way it was quiet. And thats when I knew.
What in the fuck was going on?
Why?
Why wasnt the lore severed and shelved? This, in the history of me being a sadistic gods Truman show.....had never fucking happened.
Curious.
Its been another week.
Im almost forcing myself into a reaction that won’t come.
And worst of all…
I can feel its not. I can tell.
Theres not one doubt that the earth opened and started a new lore, and now im
terrified
Because it won’t shut.
And I want to crack up right this very second, a nervous and unnatural laugh.
Because I was stupid enough to think I had foresight of all things.
I wasnt even remotely close.
Peculiar.
2026 lore was new from all angles.
And im brutally aware the ending that never came can also be this new and beautiful way to break me.
What if the ending is so prolonged,
And so off guard,
It doesnt come for months.
Can a lore ending actually take years?
And what in the fuck would that look like?
The eggshells, the suspense, the agony.
A second lore wouldnt dare open while this ungodly long first 2026 lore was still in play; would it?
That would be.....more than just unfair, it would be a total mindfuck and destruction.
2026 lore, and I knew as soon as I recognized it, was the one designed to cause the most harm that could be given to a julie personally.
That harm never reached full potential, but the theme....
Oh the theme....
The nature,
The amount of characters.
God has never done this style before.
And in the very begining when all of this dawned on me I had enough nerve to think:
“This is the grand lore of all the grands. We’re talking epic proportion.
Boss level.
Maybe....just maybe when this one closes, and im going to be in such a way thats catastrophic, a way that takes lifetimes to get over.... maybe this is my last one. The finale. Maybe this is the very last one god has up his sleeve, to ruin me in totality, but atleast that means I’ll never have to play his fucked up games again. Sure, I cant grasp the hurt right this second, but this is it. I can not think of a single thing that would have me suffer more so than this. This is god last lore for me”
But now im hesitating.
Because it hasn’t ended yet.
It wasnt catastrophic
The suffering wasnt almost more than I could endure. And yet worse - one id have to endure and suffer consecutively, until my end.
That part hasn’t made it to fruition.
My hurrah is delayed.
Worse yet, im afraid it won’t be the last level either.
And if by chance it is....
This one’s going the distance. And ill be forced to play side quests the entire time while knowing the best is yet to come.
Cause one thing remains a constant.
You can never opt out.
You never get a say.
Regardless, there’s unease. Something is off the matrix. Something is....new.
Curious.
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