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Universal Times, No. 15590
Return of the Universe Killers
Well, folks, the unthinkable has happened once more.
This actually comes to me from a special interview, with someone- who shall remain anonymous- who travelled into the victim universe just days before the event and lived to tell the tail, before somehow tracking down the garage where I make these and giving me the scoop.
She told me she and her girlfriend went into the 'verse just days before, and picked up on some freaky signals. This lead them to what would be the scene of a certified universal break-in, as a horde of indescribable monsters leapt out of a crack in the very fabric of reality.
She told me they just managed to get away from it at first, but eventually they caught up. Fortunately, she tells me, her girlfriend is quite the tech wiz, and so set about fixing their broken translocator.
That didn't stop the beasts from honing in on them. They managed to get away by the skin of their teeth, let me tell you. One of 'em lost an arm and a leg, an' the other nearly died.
But they got through it.
They got through it cause they kept going. The world was crashing down on them, but they didn't stop.
Now my sources are dwindling, and I don't know if I'll be reporting on this for a while.
But remember that this is important. You may think yourself safe, but so did those who lost their lives in these tragedies.
More importantly, remember to keep on hoping. Keep on believing thing'll be fine, and keep on fighting for it. That's their weakness.
That's it from me, for now.
From the bottom of my heart, I wish you well.
-Written by Dewey Dart
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we're through. barely. i lost a leg in the escape, but at this point im just glad to be out of there.
god im glad to be out of there.
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ok.
this is ok.
i can do the rest on my own.
she's here to guide me through it.
she's not gone yet.
sheer fucking will has gotten us this far, and sheer fucking will can get us out of here.
i can do this for the both of us.
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the stump that was left when my arm was ripped off has been bandaged off.
fighting them is a little more difficult now, but im still going on.
ive gotta protect her. no matter what i do.
theyll keep coming, but im not gonna stop fighting
im gonna kick so much demon ass
actually i dont think they have asses
anyway im gonna go kick whatevers where their ass should be now
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ok its fine its fine its fine
its just an arm!!!!
who needs those anyways?!?!
if i needed it that bad, then why do i have a spare?
its fine!!!!
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ive taken out so goddamn many im like a fucking machine
my girlfriend is so fucking safe its unreal. not a single one has come in sight of her
we're gonna fucking make it!!!
WOOOOOO!!!
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theyre coming
theyre fuckin everywhere
but ive got a pipe with a sharp bit of metal that nearly stabbed me when i was looking through trash strapped to the end and sheer fucking will and i am ready to fight god and win
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OK SCRAP YARD WOOO
im so glad this universe has these.
my girlfriend's working her magic. dont even ask me to explain.
im just here to kick demon ass and carry heavy shit
hoping that only has to be the second thing cause they dont look like they go down easy
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we've got a truck, we've got a supplies that'll last us a few days, and, fortunately for us, we've got a few materials short of what we'd need to get home.
now i've just got to figure out where tf i'm gonna find this stuff. ngl, my gf gave me the list of stuff we need, cause she actually knows shit, i- who, notably, does not know shit- did not and still does not despite her explaining it to me several times understand like half of it.
she tells me with the equipment we have it shouldnt be too hard to make it with mostly ordinary supplies, and i mean im just gonna defer to her on this cause beyond driving the truck (which im starting to like, i'll admit) and any heavy lifting i'm kinda useless here. its kinda nice to take the backseat for once tho, so im not complaining.
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okay. no. fuck this. fuck these stupid fucking weird cronenberg-looking assholes
i'm not dying here.
i'm not letting my girlfriend die here.
i'm finding a way the fuck out of this place.
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Apocalypse Diary, Day 177.
shitshitshitshitshit
why didnt i prepare for this
ohgodohgodohgod
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Apocalypse Diary, Day 173.
ok. actually a lil worse than i expected.
i may be perhaps a small bit traumatised
but otherwise doin fine
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Apocalypse Diary, Day 170.
hidin from them n havin to sneak around is the best
im like fuckin snake metal gear over here
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Apocalypse Diary, Day 168.
woah. the apocalypse. and i was at ground zero!
idrk what the hell's happening but this is cool as fuck
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Hi.
At first, posts from a lost timeline was nothing more than a summer project to practice writing.
But season 1 was extremely fulfilling; i loved writing it, and i loved that i was producing something that some people, no matter how few, enjoyed.
This feeling stayed through season 2 and through most of season 3.
Towards the end of season 3 though, i realised that i wasn't fully able to write to the same quality or the same level of fulfillment that i had.
That's the reason season 3 was shorter than i had originally planned, and that's the reason that i took a longer than usual hiatus after.
Now, coming back to season 4, i find the magic of it really isn't there anymore. i've gotten about as much out of the blog as i can creatively and emotionally, and now i'm just beating a dead horse. i don't feel that i can create a final result that is fully satisfying, both to myself and to you all.
Season 4 is still happening. I started something, and i fully intend to finish it. But, unless i find some newfound inspiration, or i decide to pick it back up much later down the line (probably at least a year), this will be the last season of posts from a lost timeline.
As i said, i may continue much later on, or i might start a new project. I have loved working on this blog, and i would love to be able to find that again. But that isn't something i feel i can do right now.
Thank you so much for following my blog. That anyone at all would find what i made even somewhat enjoyable is incredible to me, so i am immensely grateful to anyone who has engaged in my blog, in any way.
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Apocalypse Diary, Day 166.
oh shit that aint good
which means WE'RE IN BUSINESS BABYYYYYYY!!!!!!!
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Apocalypse Diary, 165.
why are all the good readings so annoying to find
like i got some when i got here and now im just itting here waiting for something to happen
and then the one time i get anything its when im just trying to get to sleep.
im trying to sleep here i dont have time for your admittedly interesting readings
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