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The Human
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This isn't Earth. This planet isn't where I want to be. But this is where I happened to end up.

I'm just trying to survive.


(It's roleplay. A Sci-fi Fictional log or Diary that sometimes comes with sketchy art.)
The entity appeared again. I thought it would be over and done with by now.

I would attempt to depict it if I wasn't so nauseated and feeling like I need to peel of my skin and scream.

At least you know to expect another therapeutic chicken drawing soon then.
January 25, 2026 at 2:02 AM
What's great after some psychic assault? Therapy. And after that, chicken therapy.

I sketched more chickens around the area is what I'm saying.

It's incredibly calming.

#art #chickenart #sketch
January 23, 2026 at 3:24 PM
I.. I can't bring myself to draw what the other entity looks like. Maybe later.

But what I can definitely draw is my therapist after the encounter. Or a holographic version.

My therapist has been doing this pro - bono. She's a salamancurian living on Earth while I'm an earth person on planet Cova.
January 21, 2026 at 12:37 AM
Turns out Hue was outside recording footage of the Entity and taking data. She was actually doing her job!

I guess constructs don't get affected by it.

I took some pills and it got me so calm. Very calmmmm.

Calm enough for a corporate mandated therapy session after intense exposure to the Entity.
January 20, 2026 at 8:58 AM
Oh fuck. It's at the entrance.

It's asking for help again.

My brain can't think. The fear. The anger. The anxiety.

That is the effect of the entity. You won't be able to think properly. It would be like reliving your worst fear.

I need to lie down. I need to breathe.

I need hue. Where is hue?
January 19, 2026 at 3:22 AM
Hello? I hope this works.

I've just had a way too close encounter with the entity. Helped it even. It was in distress.

But now I can't get it out of my head. I want to vomit. I want to peel my skin.

There's a reason why there's protocol. It's not great for the human psyche.

I shouldn't have.
January 19, 2026 at 12:32 AM
Test. Hello...? Fuck. I don't know if thisisworkinf.
January 8, 2026 at 3:09 PM
I can't find the eldritch egg.

I don't know why. But I've been obsessed. It's been going on for days. I've laser focused onto the egg and it won't stop.

I got drenched in the rain for 2 days in a row because I was out hunting for it.

And also because my free raincoat from Fylex didn't work.
December 6, 2025 at 10:19 PM
What would you not pickle?

A doodle from the Executive Dysfunction workshop a while back.

Was it fun? I'm not sure. But it was definitely dysfunctional.

Man, so much happened, I can't record reality fast enough.

#sketch #art
December 3, 2025 at 1:43 PM
In case you forgot what Fyxel the muppet looks like.
I am suffering from withdrawal symptoms. I'll go into it some other time.

The Doctor sent to me Fyxel. Not afilliated with the company.

He's not shady, he's much more of an asshole. A helpful one.

He calls me "Human", so I tell him he's a Muppet.

He hates it. But really, look at him

#art #alien
December 2, 2025 at 3:10 AM
I suffer from chronic pain. So that's going to come up quite a lot.

The pain is somewhat because of the differences in gravity between Earth and Here. The gravity on this planet is 1.3g. It's constantly crushing me.

The doctors say it's harder for me because I'm double jointed and not that fit.
December 2, 2025 at 3:08 AM
I am down! The weekend was interesting but I'm busy pushing buttons and recuperating again.

I was incredibly glued to the bed today.

I'll update sketches about the weekend soon.

I'm mildly frustrated that my stamina is so low. Two days of being with people and I'm down and in mild pain again.
December 1, 2025 at 11:33 AM
A Company message today:

Due to sustained quota deficiencies, you have been enrolled in the Executive Dysfunction with Fun workshop. Participation is required.

Please arrive rested, hydrated, and free of disruptive thought patterns.

We are the company. Health above all.

#microfiction #writing
November 29, 2025 at 12:54 AM
The torchlight was dying.

I could barely see. There were vague shapes of scraps and boxes.

It didn't feel right. My anxiety rose, so I asked to leave.

Hue was patient but not too happy. I told her I'd get a better torch and we can try again.

I should meditate now.

#microfiction #microprose 🔱
November 28, 2025 at 1:10 AM
I got so much shit done today. I'm pooped.

I know. It's supposed to be a mandatory rest day.

But I'm using it to sort out my living space. I fixed some toilet leaks. Tried to lug all of Hue's makeshift speakers out of my sleeping pad.

They were insanely heavy. How did Hue..?

#microfiction
November 27, 2025 at 1:30 PM
All hail the hypnohen!

Although it's a Pullet for now.

I drew what I think I saw.
I wasn't sure of anything because I could feel the eye watching me. It looked right into my very being.

It meddled with my head a little.

Eh, I'll be fine. I've encountered worse.

#microfiction #weirdfiction #art
November 27, 2025 at 2:35 AM
I saw the eye!! The chick has grown so much. I must have been away for too long cooped smashing buttons.

Did we make triple eye contact? Hell yeah we did.

But it's still odd that there's so little chickens around and I can't seem to find the eldritch egg.

#microfiction #aninsls
Not all of them! Most of the wild animals around here are regular looking. Quite a decent number however, end up developing something strange.

This chick in particular has an eye comfortably tucked under its wing. I don't see it very often, but I feel like it's sees me even when it's not in view.
November 26, 2025 at 3:29 PM
Look! The worms are colourful now!

It didn't feel right to sketch my favourite Ulat without showing how colourful they are.

So I painted in the worms! And only the worms. Because I got sleepy.

Maybe the worms are hypnotic.

#art #microfiction #scifi
November 26, 2025 at 3:01 AM
This is interesting. Someone else is also creating a log or journal about living among the cosmos.

Comrade!
Posting one comic issue a week(ish)...Comic #170

A Cosmic Narrative: An extraterrestrial travel journal that asks the big questions by examining the small moments of life across the universe.

👽 #webcomic #webtoon #comic #writing #MicroFiction
November 25, 2025 at 7:23 AM
Crunch is OVER! I told Hue not to wake me up anymore. She luckily agreed. She refused to during crunch time.

Her blaring morning alarm eventually grew to this. I don't know how she got R1 in here.

She blasted this song every day.

youtu.be/CSvFpBOe8eY?...

Ah well, At least it's silence now.
November 25, 2025 at 2:25 AM
I met my quota and the screen changed.

I understand nothing. The company sent a note and I still understand nothing.

Atmospheric conditions? Tissue stabilisation during rest?

Was that why I was in pain?

Many other screens came online too. But meh. I have no energy nor healthy tissue to draw them
November 24, 2025 at 3:07 PM
Great. Here's a message from the company.

"Congratulations, Associate.

Quota achieved. You have 3 Mandatory Wellness Days. Tissue stabilization may occur during rest.

Atmospheric conditions remain acceptable.
Project Launch proceeds in 2 weeks.

We are more than a company. We are the threshold."
November 24, 2025 at 5:12 AM
I am dead.

I scrambled and pushed the last button just in time!

Adrenaline poured away. I thought my nervous system could relax.

Instead, my pain returned with a vengeance. I went down.

The machines now display some questionable things. But I can't show you that right now.

I've got to recover.
November 23, 2025 at 1:26 AM
It's the last day! The last leg! I've got this. I'm pushing all the buttons and organising all the files as fast as I can.

I've got a bowl of Ulat to keep me going. They're like glow worms, but from an alien planet I can't recall.

They're actually colourful, so my sketch isn't doing it justice.
November 21, 2025 at 12:55 AM
This is amazing. I never thought I'd see sci-fi media this old. A lot of ancient media was lost on Earth even before I was born. Good thing I have a time console.

Also, people on the moon in regular clothes without terraforming? That's hilarious. I love this film.
Fritz Lang's Frau im Mond (Woman in The Moon, 1929)

This production photo is beautiful, and the film is important: first countdown, multi-stage rocket... A visionary sci-fi movie.
November 20, 2025 at 11:18 AM