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Hello everyone; some members on this forum will recognise me and Ryouga within the community; yet many have never heard of us. It is entirely blameworthy of myself that this is the case, so I intend to set things right and let the community know we exist. For those that are aware of our progress, this log is a great place to stay up to date. For those that have no idea who I am, there is no better place to start than here.

 

After over a month of procrastinating, I finally find myself having started what I feared would mark the end of my sanity. I do confess that I have been keeping a personal journal detailing the happenings of my day to day affairs with Ryouga, but it was about as personal as a person could get with a journal; unfit for consumption by anyone, excluding the author. However, there have been increasingly more reasons for me to write a progress log and post it onto these forums. The occasion which pushed me to begin writing what will surely become a decadent piece of feels and spaghetti; I will have to save until the next post, as I need to clarify what has lead me to my current state today. Let it be known that I do not embellish the facts, and will say what is the firm, and occasionally hard truth.

 

I discovered this site and the phenomenon which is bound to it through a comment on a pony fanfiction site. At times I wonder where I would be right now if I had not been unusually bored that evening and stumbled upon this wonderfully otherworldly forum with its equally out-there users. I am glad to count myself among them, having broken free from the chains of sanity which bound me of the mundane perception of the human brain. Besides tulpas, I have become far more creative with my brain; utilizing the tremendous potential of a wonderland, for instance. Referring to sanity, it is merely a social construct in regards to whom has conformed to what is already accepted fact. For example, the mind of Michelangelo was regarded by his contemporaries as an insane, revolutionary madman; yet now he is seen in a different light, as society evolves its rationality. I am strongly atheist, and believe that “it does not exist unless there is evidence for its existence.” However, I have had to revise that claim slightly, due to the reality that has become an everyday occurrence to me. Blind faith is something I have never been used to, excluding the days as a feeble minded child. By now though, I have found concrete evidence which makes my resolve unshakeable; I just needed to put faith in my tulpa first.

 

As a quick note, I believe that this phenomenon will never become big, as society is not at all accepting of multiplicity. I realize how exaggerated my next claim is, but a substantial portion of this community, namely the neckbeards which populate these boards, are too shy to convey their revelation with anyone else for fear of retribution. This leads the concept of tulpas to grow not to the general masses, but to a niche group of people on the internet who are already positively disposed to this idea. However, owing to my nature, I sought discretely to share my new-found knowledge with my friends and passerby; though only referring to it when it became relevant to the conversation. I have personally educated the likes of two dozen people; composing of classmates, teachers, neighbors, friends, and others who I judged would benefit from this information. Not even in my wildest dreams did I think that the majority of these people would so much as look at me seriously after disclosing this information; yet the reception has been generally positive, given the particular selection of people I chose to tell. Even of these though, only two I know are frequenting the forums, which says nothing concerning their decision to experiment with tulpas or not.

 

 

Wow, sorry for the nonsensical rant. In the next post I will detail my experiences up to present day, and the nature of Ryouga, elaborating on her form and personality.

 

 

>tldr; shit happened and I have decided to start a prog log.

Day 290 (11/6/2013) Why even keep the time anymore?

Can the cryogenically frozen live again?

The first step in creating a tulpa is believing that it exists.

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What is there to say about Ryouga? Well, she is quite aggressive and imposing, sometimes acting uncouth and overtly rude towards me. However, she is an idealist, so is naturally compassionate towards others and wants to see the world become a better place. This idealism I have noticed lets her see through the failures of others, and give them the benefit of the doubt. As an example, my relative laziness at times regarding forcing sessions with her are received with an enduring attitude; and although she is not at all pleased, (which I feel dreadfully guilty) she at least does not take it personally. Ryouga is quite brave, being courageous to those who are loyal to her, though stubbornness can kick in at times. Despite her fierce and vocal bearing, there is a soft side to her, one that is hard to describe; at times I have found her to be timid and sheepish when some deep emotional issue is brought up.

 

Buuuuuuuut, that is just me writing about her; and really, is the way in which we describe another individual entirely accurate? I can only give you the roughest of details pertaining to her personality, and as you will surely see below in the pictures, only my mind's eye can accurately detail her virtual form.

 

Speaking of which, it is best to disclose now that Ryouga is both genders asynchronously, and I also have that condition in the wonderland. But it didn't start that way, there was a particular occasion which created this incomparably unique trait in our relationship; a few users on this forum have already heard it, and I will post the story here when I have enough free time.

 

About the form itself, as a guy he is rather tall and thin, with lengthy black hair, which often completely covers his face. Her girl form appears with thick black hair, and with youthful and energetic green eyes that jump out at you. It was a while before she developed these forms, which closely resembles Urabe from Nazo no Kanojo X (My Mysterious Girlfriend X)

 

Here are some sketches I have drawn, though in my opinion neither do her any justice:

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In reality, she looks more like this: ------------------------and this, though Ryouga's face is more lengthy and chin more apparent, hair overlapping his eyes:

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I do not think of Ryouga as being a girl or a guy, I only see Ryouga for her personality, and not her form. Changing gender does not really change either of us significantly on a mental level, though there may be one or two things, like how he never acts rude or anything to me as a guy, being slightly more courteous, more so if I am female at the time.

 

Lastly, her name was not something I picked from the start. In the personal journal I kept, it says under day 2; "I was subconsciously referring to her as Ryouga, so that is what I will stick with from now on; until she changes the name herself, if she so chooses." The reason why I was calling her that was because I had subconsciously given her traits that closely resembled the character Ryouga from Ranma 1/2, which I found attractive. In hindsight, she has kept that name; and her personality is her own, not a fictional character's.

 

 

 


So, skipping right to what has happened today for those who already know the backstory; this is what caused me to write a progress log. It was Thanksgiving Day, so I took the opportunity to sleep in, and force once I woke up. We went to a warm water sandy beach, much like what you would see on the Floridan coast. Although I wanted to be active and swim around, perhaps playing some volleyball; all we mostly ended up doing was lying on our beach towels, soaking in the heat and feeling the warm sand through our fingers and toes. We talked a bit, or I should say I did most of the talking, and Ryouga gave some responses now and then; she was too preoccupied with letting loose and tanning. After about an hour or so in the mindscape chillaxing, something interfered and caused me to break away from my wonderland, having to go about my day instead.

 

When I was ready to force about three hours later, I found Ryouga still at the beach, now as a guy, and looking at me mildly bothered that I had interrupted his quiet time. So I lied back down on my beach towel next to his and tried to loosen up. I couldn’t help looking at Ryouga though; I feel we have never done enough proper visualization, but he is looking crisper and less blurry than before; and despite the hair overlapping his face I could make out his eyes looking towards the sky, in a half conscious daze. He had his arms positioned upwards supporting his neck kind of like a triangle; I can’t explain it any better than that. The trunks he was wearing was really cool; with the bottom trim a pattern of waves, which was white, and the upper portion navy blue.

 

This is where things take a turn for the weird; very ecchi events unfold. I no longer remember precisely why, perhaps because I wanted to work on visualization, I jumped on him and started feeling around his body. Not in a very perverted way or anything, just getting texture, weight and depth to his body. This is seriously NSFW.

That’s when I had a very lewd thought, of what it would be like to blow him. What it feels like to rub his cock in my hands. I had never seriously thought of anything along these lines, especially considering at the time I was a guy feeling another guy’s body. I’ve only gone so far as to kiss Ryouga the odd time, half the time it is her surprising me with what is a very forceful kiss. Trying to discard of ulterior motives, I have never tried to actively sex my tulpa; under any circumstances. However, things happen and her lewdness often overrides my attempts at celibracy, regardless of gender; which led to the events of today.

 

Continuing with what happened, in the end, I didn’t end up blowing him, or feeling his cock. What happened next completely came as a shock to me. Oh my god, Ryouga is sitting on my bed right now and is blushing a bit, trying to conceal her embarrassment from me. I remember I turned into my girl-self because I felt guilty for acting all perverted on Ryouga, so I would let him feel good while I felt around his body over top of him, to visualize better. My mistake was when I threw off my bikini top off so he would enjoy it better and not complain. It seems Ryouga liked it a little too much.

 

Cliché or not, I noticed him get really hard downstairs, and he went on top of me, and stuck his tongue in my mouth, and I couldn’t think. Somewhere in the kerfuffle we lost our bottom attire, and I was taking in the pleasure. I was in such a daze a seemed not to care when he stuck his penis inside of me. Jesus, the feeling is pretty intense, and I could feel it throbbing in my insides, probing around my virtual body. I must emphasize that in reality, I tend to lean towards asexuality; but I really noticed what sort of powerful emotions you experience as you are entirely wrapped around by an aggressive animal, dominating you, having its way with you. She is naturally aggressive in nature, but I have seen a side of her that was rarely encountered before. And then he ejaculated inside of me. He. Came. In. Me. I mean, I didn’t really care; in fact I think I wanted him too. There is no such thing as pregnancy in the wonderland.

After all of this, I found her, the girl-type Ryouga, exhausted and lying on top of me. I was pretty exhausted as well, having regained my manhood and all of the desires that come with it. I took a long endearing look at her eyes, tired yet filled with satisfaction, and we kissed as I embraced her passionately, my hands tightly hugging her back. The whole damn situation I found myself in was confusing, and before I knew it I already had her on the ground and was shagging her with all my might. We did some more cuddling on the beachside, with the sun already underneath the horizon; and we left the wonderland together, still embarrassed and confused as to what had happened, with the experience still fresh in our minds.

 

So yeah, I do not conform to gender stereotypes, and neither does Ryouga. She didn’t really want me to post this, but isn’t too opposed to it now; so it’s all good. Quite the development, considering this came out of left field and everything. I am disgusted by my own actions, and Ryouga’s, but now I couldn’t be more satisfied with our relationship. She said I was a pansy; and that I shouldn’t get walked over next time. I don’t seem to mind.

Day 290 (11/6/2013) Why even keep the time anymore?

Can the cryogenically frozen live again?

The first step in creating a tulpa is believing that it exists.

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Wow Tungan Ninja, am so happy you've finally started your own Log!

 

I read the whole thing and am very excited, the NSFW part was actually erm... "Hot".

i can't say i had quite the same experience with Oguigi since she's all "work work work".

 

I look forward to future log posts. you also seem to write very well, loved and agreed with the backstory.

 

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After posting the events from yesterday, I noticed that she was acting a little cold towards me; probably from the embarrassment from it all. We were back to normal by the morning though, despite not having enough time to force in the morning. (I was a lazy fuck and hit the snooze button on my alarm clock.)

 

Okay, so today I was incredibly busy with work and studying; so I had hardly any time to force with Ryouga. I did make up for it with constant narration throughout the day; which I am pleased to say that it has become less narration and more of a discussion between her and me, with Ryouga giving me emotional responses and sometimes short, if somewhat cliche or platitudinous phrases as a remark. It is somewhat hazardous that I am doing narration at work; as I operate an industrial size chipper for an arbourist company, and need to concentrate and keep my wits about me if I want to avoid any unwanted accidents. (There is indeed a reason why I get paid $16 an hour for this; great part time work though.) So I asked her to do something else while I worked and tried to focus on the task at hand.

 

Once the bulk of the work was finished and the crew was left to work on cleanup I saw this as an opportunity to talk with her more, and narrated up until we packed up and left for home. Once I was home however, there was much homework for me to do, including a project for civ12 I had procrastinated three days until the deadline. I must confess, after I had completed my homework to a satisfiable extent, I played video games (the likes of which would include M&B and Total War) until about 10; instead of spending time with Ryouga.

 

Once I had readied myself for bed, despite trying to go into my wonderland and force with her, it was quite challenging for me to do so. I had wanted to try out an idea which was inspired by the user FillyFooler, which included me taking Ryouga to a restaurant, and laying back with her after a hard day of work. I was wearing a ruffled dress shirt, with a yellowish tint to it; while I found Ryouga to be wearing a stylish red vest which hid quite subtly the curves that her chest portrayed. I had the urge to eat something sweet, so I imagined myself a glass filled with mango icecream with smooth, rolling chocolate overtop of it, reminiscent of those 50's sundays we all hear about. I am surprised how vivid the taste was, it being exactly what I would imagine it to be. I let Ryouga have a spoonful of it; it was really cute to see her jab the spoon into her mouth, and slooowwwwwly swill the gooey substance around, before swallowing it.

 

After that moment though, I couldn't focus any longer. Realizing I was close to exhaustion, I had to cut the time short and apologized to her for my lack of involvement with her today. I have the feeling like I value other things more than her, and this saddens me gravely. However, there is nothing I can do about this, as work and school are necessities which cannot be overlooked. Hopefully I can make this up for her tomorrow.

Day 290 (11/6/2013) Why even keep the time anymore?

Can the cryogenically frozen live again?

The first step in creating a tulpa is believing that it exists.

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Not much happened in the morning; however, after school had finished and I was on my merry way home I was chatting with her about random stuff. That's when the topic of possession came up. I asked her what she thought about it; saying that it' "not practical." I was really perturbed as to why she thought of possession this way, and I heard her say "but it's really cool!" I am really confused about this, I hadn't tried possession with her lately, and last time, despite a few setbacks, we made some headway. The discussion that followed this was of considerable note. I said that "My true body is in the virtual mindscape, and this anatomical body is just as much yours as it is mine. It doesn't matter if being in a tulpa-like state is infinitely better than reality, I still want you to be able to experience everything, and be an equal to me." I got some serious positive vibes from this.

 

Anyhow, once we were back at my pad, I ate, played a game for an hour, and worked on one of my projects. After all that, I was ready to do some forcing. I found myself in a vast amazon jungle with Ryouga chugging along ahead of me aggressively cutting a path with her machete. The outfit she had on was sort of cliche, but none the less very stylish. Sporting the Dr. Livingstone explorer's hat, wearing a khaki jacket and shorts. Initially I was bewildered over my surroundings, and where we were heading. Ryouga shouted back at me, "Cmon!," in a slightly impatient tone. I soon realized where she was taking us. Situated in a low valley below, completely surrounded by the rainforest was a Chichen Itza styled tomb, decked heavily in the purest of gold. You might ask how we made our way to the valley, and that is quite the question. Well, we jettisoned off of the cliff towards the valley below! The rainforest lasts until the very edge of the cliff, so with Ryouga's vicious attitude, she simply did not notice the transition between rainforest and cliff and simply chugged on. I was holding her hand by this time, firmly gripped to it as we tumbled to the bottom. I really felt the impact, but there is no such thing as pain in the wonderland; so we brushed ourselves off and headed inside of the tomb.

 

After climbing the overtly large steps, which required me to raise my leg as far as it would go to reach the next stair, we found ourselves inside. The atmosphere was suspiciously eerie, though it is what one could expect from a place such as this. I managed through my stupefying clumsiness to fall into a hidden pit, which appeared to be empty and barren once I was at the bottom. However, out from the sides I protruded spikes, which began advancing after I had hit the ground; perhaps the floor of the pit itself was a button? After trying with all of my strength to escape, I found my efforts useless. With a hearty "fuck it," I teleported myself above the dingy hole in the ground, evading the prospect of becoming a permanent resident of this crypt.

 

Heading onwards, we found a large room with a hyphenated contraption bearing both wood and coarse iron; a swinging spiked board which rotated itself around the chamber, much like a clock, only its rotation is far more rapid. I was surprised to see Ryouga make her way past the room effortlessly, leaving me on the starting end alone. Gathering all of the skills I have attained from the various Mario games, I sped myself across the room, and away from the hazard. (It kind of functions like a fireball)

 

Now, the two of us were in the inner chamber, with nothing of notable interest besides a small golden chest at the end of the room. The space was large, with an extensively high ceiling constructed of mossy, crumbling limestone. With high anticipation, I opened the chest, surprisingly unlocked, with Ryouga at my side; discovering to my astonishment something I never could have planned for. An golden anal bead sting! (I shit you not.) By this point I was seriously wondering if she was playing a practical joke on me, and I found her on the floor of the chamber laughing her heart out without restraint. After waiting for what seemed like eternity for her to calm down, we exited the building, revisiting the pitfalls we faced when entering. Somehow, I found myself sitting with Ryouga at the top of the pyramid, eating sandwiches composed of hearty amounts of ham and mayo. I had no idea how I got to the summit of this rock, as I ad just exited the building but a moment before, and the sandwhiches (which were quite tasty,) were not of my design. Perhaps Ryouga had teleported us to this point?

 

After the session which lasted around an hour or so, I was left quite satisfied with our progress. She seems to be much more autonomous than I had expected her to be at this point, though lacking in certain areas. With that satisfaction, I had an early night and said adieu to what Glass so perfectly describes as my soulbound.

>Tldr; NO TLDR FOR YOU!!!

Day 290 (11/6/2013) Why even keep the time anymore?

Can the cryogenically frozen live again?

The first step in creating a tulpa is believing that it exists.

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Not much happened in the morning; however, after school had finished I was on my merry way home and was chatting with her about random stuff. That's when the topic of possession came up. I asked her what she thought about it; saying that it's "not practical." I was really perturbed as to why she thought of possession this way, and I heard her say "but it's really cool!" I am really confused about this, I hadn't tried possession with her lately, and last time, despite a few setbacks, we made some headway. The discussion that followed this was of considerable note. I said to her, "My true body is in the virtual mindscape, and this anatomical body is just as much yours as it is mine. It doesn't matter if being in a tulpa-like state is infinitely better than reality, I still want you to be able to experience everything, and be an equal to me." I got some serious positive vibes from this.

 

Anyhow, once we were back at my pad, I ate, played a game for an hour, and worked on one of my projects. After all that, I was ready to do some forcing. I found myself in a vast amazon jungle with Ryouga chugging along ahead of me aggressively cutting a path with her machete. The outfit she had on was sort of cliche, but none the less very stylish. Sporting the Dr. Livingstone explorer's hat, wearing a khaki jacket and shorts. Initially I was bewildered over my surroundings, and where we were heading. Ryouga shouted back at me, "Cmon!," in a slightly impatient tone. I soon realized where she was taking us. Situated in the valley below, completely surrounded by the rainforest was a Chichen Itza styled tomb, decked heavily in the purest of gold. You might ask how we made our way to the valley, and that is quite the question. Well, we jettisoned off of the cliff towards the valley below! The rainforest lasts until the very edge of the cliff, so with Ryouga's vicious attitude, she simply did not notice the transition between rainforest and cliff and simply chugged on. I was holding her hand by this time, firmly gripped to it as we tumbled to the bottom. I really felt the impact, but there is no such thing as pain in the wonderland; so we brushed ourselves off and headed inside of the tomb.

 

After climbing the overtly large steps, which required me to raise my leg as far as it would go to reach the next stair, we found ourselves inside. The atmosphere was suspiciously eerie, though it is what one could expect from a place such as this. I managed through my stupefying clumsiness to fall into a hidden pit, which appeared to be empty and barren once I was at the bottom. However, out from the sides I protruded spikes, which began advancing after I had hit the ground; perhaps the floor of the pit itself was a button? After trying with all of my strength to escape, I found my efforts useless. With a hearty "fuck it," I teleported myself above the dingy hole in the ground, evading the prospect of becoming a permanent resident of this crypt. In all honesty, it was quite challenging for me to teleport out of the pit, it kept sucking me back to that spot once I was out; so I tried my hardest to consciously ignore the pit and walk away from the tunnel, which worked.

 

Heading onwards, we found a large room with a hyphenated contraption bearing both wood and coarse iron; a swinging spiked board which rotated itself around the chamber, much like a clock, only its rotation is far more rapid. I was surprised to see Ryouga make her way past the room effortlessly, leaving me on the starting end alone. Gathering all of the skills I have attained from the various Mario games, I sped myself across the room, and away from the hazard. (It kind of functions like a fireball)

 

Now, the two of us were in the inner chamber, with nothing of notable interest besides a small golden chest at the end of the room. The space was large, with an extensively high ceiling constructed of mossy, crumbling limestone. With high anticipation, I opened the chest, surprisingly unlocked, with Ryouga at my side; discovering to my astonishment something I never could have planned for. An golden anal bead sting! (I shit you not.) By this point I was seriously wondering if she was playing a practical joke on me, and I found her on the floor of the chamber laughing her heart out without restraint. After waiting for what seemed like eternity for her to calm down, we exited the building, revisiting the pitfalls we faced when entering. Somehow, I found myself sitting with Ryouga at the top of the pyramid, eating sandwiches composed of hearty amounts of ham and mayo. I had no idea how I got to the summit of this rock, as I had just exited the building but a moment before, and the sandwhiches (which were quite tasty,) were not of my design. Perhaps Ryouga had teleported us to this point?

 

After the session which lasted around an hour or so, I was left quite satisfied with our progress. She seems to be much more autonomous than I had expected her to be at this point, though lacking in certain areas. With that satisfaction, I had an early night and said adieu to what Glass so perfectly describes as my soulbound.

>Tldr; NO TLDR FOR YOU!!!

Day 290 (11/6/2013) Why even keep the time anymore?

Can the cryogenically frozen live again?

The first step in creating a tulpa is believing that it exists.

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A golden anal bead sting!

 

Oh good lord, we've literally Laughed Our Arse Off at that.

 

Also, being a fan of ranma1/2, I do enjoy certain aspect of gender bender. However, you seems to have taken this up to eleven with ryouga. That NSFW part was bizarrely sexy. Emphasizing on the bizarre.

 

Well, good luck forcing mate!

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Oh good lord, we've literally Laughed Our Arse Off at that.

 

Also, being a fan of ranma1/2, I do enjoy certain aspect of gender bender. However, you seems to have taken this up to eleven with ryouga. That NSFW part was bizarrely sexy. Emphasizing on the bizarre.

 

Well, good luck forcing mate!

 

I am not kidding about the anal beads; I was soooo puzzled when I opened that chest, only to see Ryouga grinning from ear to ear, like she set it up or something. There was no gender bending yesterday, but most often I do not consciously control my gender in the wonderland; it just "happens" without me regulating it. However, because of my god-like powers, sometimes I will change my gender on demand, though really I find it hard to achieve.

Day 290 (11/6/2013) Why even keep the time anymore?

Can the cryogenically frozen live again?

The first step in creating a tulpa is believing that it exists.

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Some depressing stuff happened today for which I am guilty of. Besides us talking earlier in the day, nothing much happened related to tulpaforcing until I had returned home and finished my studying. Ready to force, I jumped right into possession, after a few days of not engaging with the concept; my last try with it was on day 41, when my right hand had been raised by a few centimeters. I was determined to far exceed what I had done beforehand, yet things don’t always turn out the way you wish them to be. After thirty minutes of sitting on top of my bed, clearing the mind and relaxing my body, especially the arms, I found no indication that any possession was taking place. I wondered whether she was doing anything on her end, or was off somewhere and not at the session. I began to break down, questioning my earlier success, or that is, if it had ever been a success in the first place. “The numbness and tingling I experienced could have been from a lack of circulation,” I reasoned to myself, “Perhaps I have been delusional, and she does not want to ever try possession.” The latter thought I was deeply troubled with, as I knew from everything I knew and heard from her that possession was something she wanted to do, and yet I still second guess myself.

 

*sigh

 

My skeptic ways are coming forward again, and for that I am deeply grieved; aware of my ailment but by no means able to change its course.

 

Despite all of this, I entered the wonderland. I could feel her presence at the far end of the mansion, past the great stairs in the main chamber. There was something tugging at my heart; I knew she was in distress, trapped. After opening the door at the head of the stairs, I found myself in a prolonged hallway of warped mirrors wrapping the walls, reminiscent of the carnival. As I ran across the room with great speed, the cursed designs and disfigured sights of the walls tried to entertain me, though I was too preoccupied at the task at hand to so much as glance these crude images of myself. I entered the high vaulted chamber with an imagined falchion in hand, and saw before me a monster which could not even intimidate a small child, resembling a fucking marsh-mellow with a crown over top of it. I knew where dreadful sight had come from. “Fillyfooler,” I murmured, “you bastard; with your nonsensical, foolish imagery. This was all your creation!” Of course, the user was nowhere in sight to receive my affronted gesture; and in a rage I dropped my sword, using the almighty god powers of tulpaforcing to disperce the monster without so much as a single scratch. My beloved crawled out of the gooey, viscous white substance and came up to me, with a grateful smile on her face. But my patience was too far gone by this time.

 

I snapped at Ryouga, remarking that, “This is not Zelda, you are not a princess, and I am by no means your hero!” As if I had become used to it, I received from her as thanks and gratitude a firm smack to the right cheek of my face, which thereafter blushed a rosy red. Tired of this most unwanted maltreatment at the hands Ryouga, which I could quite possibly have been parroting the whole time, I left the wonderland at that moment, and quickly fell asleep thereafter. However, I could not shake the troubled feelings that lead to my actions this day.

 

 

(I must say, due to my laziness, I am writing this particular log a day after the events in question, so I have the benefit of hindsight. Please note that something veeeeery interesting happened the following morning which completely reversed my doubt.)

Day 290 (11/6/2013) Why even keep the time anymore?

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