0001 - Day 1 - First Log

S: This is kinda weird... writing things like a log for me to keep track of all my work... But it is something I need to do to get me motivated to write more. And also to see how much I actually write every day.

This will also help me to see how much I improve over the time as a writer. I should probably keep a timer to see how much time I actually spend writing and how much of it is spent procrastinating lol.

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S: Things I worked on today.

RE:2 Redfield's True Route - Chapter 5 (middle to finish)

I am a Cursed Item - Chapter 3.3 - Draft... I lost count...

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RE:2 Chapter 5

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The whistling wind harrows through the broken windows of the hallway and cries of the rain pours into the dim room. The hall is shivering and chillingly silent. Littered with limbs with missing bodies or vice versa, the stench of blood fills the second floor with a foul stench. Though Claire steeled herself for whatever is to come her way, her body freezes at the unexpected sight. Her senses are sharp and the overwhelming sense of dread fills her body with adrenaline. Her first steps forwards are short and silent, barely making any distance from the safety of the door behind her. Cold sweat rolls down her face and her fingers tense around the trigger of her gun. There is nothing in sight but her instincts tell her to run. But, she knows she cannot run forever. Whatever that is in front of her is something she will have to face later on anyways. She needs to find the medallions so she can save Marvin. She needs to-

"GGRRRAAAAHHH!" *STAB*

Claire's body turns to stone as an inhuman screech rings around the room and a thick mass of muscle plunges itself deep into a body right in front of her. Her body trembles and resists her will as fear overwhelms her senses. The flashlight in her hands shakes violently and gravitates itself towards the ceiling to reveal a nightmare fueled monster. Its body is void of any skin to cover its monstrous muscles. Sharp claw-like bones stick out from the limbs of the beast. The monster pulls the body it had impaled up towards the ceiling and feasts on it in the most brutal way possible. The sound of flesh and bones cracking and snapping after each bite from the skinned animal petrifies Claire. But not before long, the monster drops the corpse down to the floor, bringing Claire back to her senses.

The note that she read from the third floor comes to mind and Claire silently hugs the wall to her left. The door to the S.T.A.R.S office is a few feet away from her but a few feet could mean life or death for her. She looks up at the ceiling and sees the creature clicking its claws. Its head jerks around, listening to potential prey. Claire gathers her remaining will power and takes a step towards the office door. She estimates that it is about four feet away, but every step towards the office door brings her closer to the beast hanging from the ceiling. She takes another step closer. Three feet away. The Licker snarls at her direction causing Claire to freeze in place. It takes a few steps closer towards Claire and tilts its head around. Claire's heart races and her blood is diluted with adrenaline. Sweat coats her skin and her muscles scream from holding their position for so long. A bead of sweat detaches itself from Claire and drops down onto the blood soaked floor. Thankfully, the sound of rain masks the droplet's noise from the Licker. The Licker lets out an odd noise before turning around and stepping away from the frightful girl. She lets out a small breath of relief and begins to take another step closer towards the office door. Two feet away. Claire silently maneuvers around a mangled corpse and takes another step. One feet away. The Licker is a few dozen feet away from Claire. She takes a deep breath and takes the final step towards the office door.

*Creak*

The sound of the wooden floor under Claire's foot freezes her blood. Her hand on the doorknob shakes in place and her head is locked in place, too scared to turn to the right and see the approaching beast. She doesn't need to turn around to know that the feral animal came back. The clicks of its claws scraping the ceiling is already daunting enough. It lets out a curious noise before extending out its long yet thick tongue out to probe whatever made the noise. Its tongue slithers towards Claire's neck, inching closer to the point it can almost get a taste of her. Claire tries her best to stay composed. She holds her breath and stills the trembling in her hands. She quickly thinks on her feet. With her one free hand, she reaches for the knife on her side. Claire does a silent prayer before tossing the knife off to the side.

*Thud*

The knife lands somewhere behind the Licker drawing its full attention towards the noise. The Licker roars, retracting its tongue that was practically licking Claire. The lethal beast lunges towards the knife with inhuman speeds. It was so fast that not even her eyes could keep track of the monster's movement.

Claire hastily turns the door knob and enters into the S.T.A.R.S office before the Licker notices anything. Collapsing onto the floor right as the door closes, Claire breaks down from the intense stress. Droplets of water roll down her eyes as she begins to sob from the constant fear of losing her life. She isn't prepared to face the horrors of this nightmarish hell. She didn't sign up for this. None of this was supposed to happen. She was just going to check up on Chris because she hasn't heard from him in a while... oh... Chris... Oh how much she missed him. She wishes he was here with her at this moment. To run into his strong comforting arms and make all the darkness within this world disappear. If he was here, everything would be fine.

She looks up from the ground and sees the S.T.A.R.S logo plastered on the wall in front of her. There on the wall is a S.T.A.R.S jacket. Claire gathers whatever strength she has left in her legs and begins walking towards the jacket. She removes it from the wall and embraces the cold fabric into her arms. The smell is clear and devoid of the usual masculine smell that stains Chris's clothing but it was something that still brought comfort. The memories of Chris floods her mind and brings a new sense of calm into her.

Even if Chris was here right now, there is little he could realistically do. And even if she wishes for him to help her out in these tight situations, she wouldn't dare drag him into the same hell hole that she is in right now. That would be too selfish of her. She needs to be stronger than that. She cannot give into the nightmares that lurk around this city. She was going to make it out of here alive, no matter what it takes. And once this is all over, she will see Chris again. Maybe Leon is still somewhere out there, facing the same horrors as her. Yes, she cannot give up now. Leon might be out there struggling and Claire stands up tall with a new found resolve within her. She looks around the office and searches for any supplies that might give her the edge to survive this night.

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Claire quietly steps out of the office with an empty can in hand. She looks at the end of each hall but finds the lack of Licker quite disturbing. Nevertheless, she needs to push through. She begins taking a step towards the end of the hall. The knife she threw earlier is still there though a bit worse for wear. Cautiously, she knees down and retrieves the knife back into her side. As she is about to turn the corner, she freezes in place. A light yet distinct clicking of the claw can be heard just right beyond the corner. She takes a deep breath and braces herself for the next few seconds. Whatever happens will happen, and she needs to just make the best of it. While holding her breath and her nerves calm as steel, Claire throws the empty can behind her and waits for the expected clang to echo through the hauntingly quiet hall.

*Clang!*

The Licker roars to life and rushes past Claire like a dog chasing after a ball. Claire remains still for a moment until after the beast lunges after the can. She makes a break for it and quickly turns the corner to find a door a few feet away from her. She just needs to make it past the door and she will be safe. Just a few more steps- A slimy string of muscle wraps around Claire's leg, causing her to fall down onto her hands.

"AAhhh!" Claire lets out a horrid scream as she is being dragged back around the corner to the Licker. The Licker pounces onto Claire, pinning her under its weight. Its blood coated tongue glides up from her leg to her chest. Claire can only grunt in disgust as she tries to break free from its grasp. Suddenly, a dense hefty rod of muscle presses against Claire's thigh. Its form is similar to that of a male's reproductive organ and its tip seems to be leaking a clear white substance.

"You gotta be kidding me!" The lustful begins to grind itself against Claire's thighs while leaking monstrous moans with every stroke. It begins to thrust its hips at violent speeds and begins to roar ecstatically. It slithers its tentacle like tongue around her neck, tasting every fiber of her as much as possible before sliding under her shirt as well.

"Gah~" An unexpected moan escapes her lips as the Licker's tongue twists itself around her plump rack. As if wanting more, the beast then pushes its dense meat stick towards Claire's crotch and attempts to penetrate her through her jeans. An intense pressure builds against her groin as the mass of muscle begins stretching her only protection. And for a moment, it looks like her pants were about to give in until the Licker's manhood violently slid upwards, stimulating her clitoris in an surprising way. The lustful beast begins pleasuring itself by stroking its shaft along where Claire's pussy would be. The shocks of pleasure invade her mind as panic slowly turns to pleasure. The frightening thought of her enjoying this scared her dearly. Claire tries harder to break out of the Licker but to no avail.

Then suddenly, the Licker became quite agitated and more aggressive. It thrusts its hips wildly against her, grinding itself against Claire's clit like no tomorrow. Claire couldn't take any more of this foreign sensation anymore. She only ever felt this before when she was jumped by that one zombie. Any more of the Licker's harassment would throw her body into total chaos. And then she saw something she knew instinctively but didn't want to acknowledge. Its sex organ buldges even bigger than before and the clear white substance literally flows out like a small stream. It begins to growl deeply and removes its girthy rod from her eager lower lips. That monstrous dick would surely tear through her pants if it were to thrust it in now. She can't let that happen! She can't let this be her first time!

Claire squirms around even harder and for some odd reason the Licker loosened its grip onto her. She manages to free her dominant hand out and reach for the knife on her side. The lustful beast did not give her time to do anything. It immediately plunged its bloated manhood towards Claire's dripping sex. Her jeans stretch in a frighteningly way as the head of the monster's tip pushes the layer of fabric into her just enough to spread her open her entrance.

Before the Licker pleasureful organ could tear through her pants, Claire jams the knife into its neck, pushing it back slightly but enough to push him away from claiming her first time. But the Licker is not done. It bucks its hips towards Claire once again but this time it is not lined up properly. It slides its overloaded girth against her lower entrance one last time, pushing both of them over the top. The shocks of pleasure overload Claire's mind and her body trembles erratically as ropes of hot stickly sex fluids spray over her. The Licker collapses onto a quivering Claire after unleashing its pent up load all over her. The both of them basked in the afterglow of the orgasm.

Claire tries to will her body to move electric shocks of pleasure thunders in her body, sending her into another seizure like orgasm. After a few moments of laying there under the Licker, Claire finally manages to slip out from the Licker's weight but her legs are yet too weak to stand properly. She wipes the spunk off of her face as much as possible along with the rest of her body. Looking at her jizz covered hand, the stench of the sex fluid clouds her mind and a strange thought enters her head. She opens her mouth and draws her fingers close to her tongue.

The Licker besides her twitches, letting out a low snarl as well, snapping Claire back to reality. She quickly pushes her hand away and pulls out her handgun. Holding her position for a good minute, Claire finally lowers her guard once more and assumes that her partner is still recovering from its explosive orgasm. She doesn't dare attempt to recover her knife this time. She just attempts to walk with her shaky legs and leaves the encounter behind her.

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S: Originally typed it in a notepad but when I pasted it all into Word... oh boy... the errors... Wish I kept the notepad version to see how many mistakes I actually make while writing.

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I am a Cursed Item Chapter 3.3

S: There are different draft versions so... Ima just post it here as well to see how much I've been struggling with this chapter lol.

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Draft 1

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Vagus, formally known as Sir Cursed Item, and his unfortunate bearer, Moira, walk along the dirt road arguing about what to call the cursed item.

"I'm telling you, Vagus is perfect for you." Moira shrugs her shoulders, not heeding the pleas of Vagus.

"No! I don't want to be called a Vagus! It's not like I can just pop off from you and go onto another host! Therefore Vagus, which means 'wanderer' will not suit me." The cursed item pouts and crosses his little dark hands around the emblem.

"Alright, fine. I won't call you by that name anymore, Vagus."

"You…" Vagus stops for a moment and within a split second, he extends out his blackish matter around Moira

"Hey! Wh-" Before she could finish her words, a sharp dart zips through the air and ricochets off of Vagus. Upon hearing the noise, Moira quickly draws out her blade and examines the general vicinity of where the dart came from.

"There are four people around you. Two in front and two behind, all of which I am sensing hostility from." Moira hears this and simply nods.

"Oh. Look at what we have here." A sly masculine voice calls out from behind them. Upon hearing this, Moira quickly turns around to face the man. But when she faces the man, she sees a sinister grin on his face. "You lose."

"Shi-" Moira realizes her mistake a bit too late. The man calling out to her was merely a distraction to draw her attention to him. While her attention was drawn to him, one of the bandits would rush her from behind. By the time Moira manages to turn around, the bandit that was rushing her is already up to her face. From the distance he traveled in the short span of time, he must be a speed type augmentor. The dagger within his hands will plunge deep into her side by the time she can even parry it. The only thing she can do is surprise them with a sudden burst of magic once they lower their guard. Yes, that is the only way she will make it out of this alive. Moira closes her eyes and prepares for the sharp pain to pierce her flesh.

"What are you doing?" Vagus whispers into her ear. Moira opens her eyes as the sharp pain she braced herself for never came.

"What the…" She barely utters those words out as she looks up to see an unexpected scene.

"You should never close your eyes in front of your enemy." Vagus lifts the speedster bandit up with his tentacles, strangling him around the air like a rag doll. The other bandits freeze in place as the thing around their prey's neck snaps their friend's neck before tossing him aside like a piece of trash.

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S: Ya... I scrapped this one cause I didn't really like the way it turned out... So... I made a new draft. I definitely did want a scene where Vagus shows his power but I didn't like the execution of it. I also wanted to show Moira fearing the power Vagus has and how he is literally attached to her neck and could potentially kill her in a moments notice...

S: Here is draft 2 >.>

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S: I am starting it in the middle so you don't need to see the repeat of the same thing again.

Draft 2

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"Shi-" Moira realizes her mistake a bit too late. The man calling out to her was merely a distraction to draw her attention to him. While her attention was drawn to him, one of the bandits would rush her from behind. By the time Moira manages to turn around, the bandit that was rushing her is already up to her face. From the distance he traveled in the short span of time, he must be a speed type augmentor. The dagger within his hands will plunge deep into her side by the time she can even parry it. The only thing she can do is surprise them with a sudden burst of magic once they lower their guard. Yes, this is the only optimal solution she can think of. She braces herself ready for the sharp pain to burn into her side and then she will counter them.

However, before any of Moira's mental fight could play out, Vagus quickly snaps a tentacle out towards the bandit rushing her, slapping him so hard he gets knocked out in one hit.

"Ah-" She is left speechless as the other three bandits' mouths drop from the sudden turn of events.

"You should never lower your guard in front of the enemy. And to be caught by such an obvious bait..." He says as he sweeps the unconscious man off to the side. Moira is frozen in place as she sees Vagus casually lifting the man up by the ankle and tossing him aside. "What, are you just gonna stand there?" Moira does not respond but instead just stands there in place as if she was petrified.

The leader of the bandits, the one who distracted Moira, quickly regained his witts. "Jump her!" The other two bandits quickly read the situation and jump on this weird but golden opportunity.

Vagus sighs as he quickly extends out many more tendrils from his core. "Well, I mean it's a good excuse to test out my new body… but… You should never freeze up in a battle."

Though the other bandits weren't as fast as the speedster, there are still three of them. They quickly close the distance as much as possible, but, just like before, a strong black tentacle slaps each bandit right in the face, knocking all of them out cold.

"Man, this body is quite something." Vagus flicks around his tentacles like a child flailing around their arms. He quickly ends his test and focuses his attention back to a frozen Moira. "Hey, girl… you still there?" He waves a tentacle in front of her face. "Oye." He lets out another sigh. Then suddenly a genius thought enters his mind.

"Oh no! My body- it's moving on its own!" His many tentacles slither around Moria, each thirsty for some erotic action. This time, Moira's body reacts and quickly swings her sword around, parrying the slow moving tentacles away from her body. Though each swing was meant to cut through the strings of black tendrils, none were cut. "Oh thank gods I'm fine- I mean oh thank gods you are fine! My body… I- I couldn't control it…" Though what Vagus said is meant to lighten the mood, but, Moira's expression is too stiff and her eyes are trembling with an unknown emotion. "Hey, girl, are you alright? What's wrong?" He subconsciously sends out a tentacle to caress her face but Moira quickly slaps it away.

"I'm fine!" She snaps and quickly gets up from the ground. Her breathing is uneven and the blade in her hand is trembling.

"Clearly something is amiss. Tell me-"

"I said I am fine. So leave it at that." Moira dismisses Vagus and turns her attention to the unconscious bandits that attacked her. "We should deal with them first."

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"I would like to turn these four bandits in." Moira drops one of the unconscious bandits down onto the cold stone floor of the adventurer's guild.

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S: I didn't like how it turned out and I was going change the way the bandits encountered her. Of course in the middle of the street if fine but it felt forced and unnatural. So I decided to change it up a bit. Still using the fight scene as I felt like it was decent, I changed the way encounter happened.

Also instead of them just dragging the bandits to the adventure guild, I felt like having things play out differently would be better.

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S: Draft... I don't know... I deleted the other drafts pepehands

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Chapter 3.3

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"What are we doing in the forest again?" Vagus asks as he attempts to look around but Moira blocks him from manifesting with her hand.

"I left my short sword back at the cave. I was so exhausted that I completely forgot about it." A sudden spark of the memory of the events in the cave intrude her thoughts. The feeling of that unforgettable event burns across her body causing her body to remember the overwhelming stimulating sensation. With flushed cheeks, Moira gazes up at the lush green leaves up above to distract her mind from wandering to such dangerous thoughts. She takes in a deep breath and enjoys the fresh aroma of nature, purifying any indecent memories away.

"Speaking of, what exactly are you… You carry around a sword yet I see a bit of mana within you."

"A bit of mana?"

"And what is even more odd is that you have enough control over your mana to completely conceal your mana within your vessel with little effort. I presume even seasoned mages cannot accomplish such feats." Vagus rubs his core like he is rubbing his chin deep in thought. Moira just looks up in the air taking in his words with a distant look in her eyes. "But what is more curious is that you are quite skilled with your swordsmanship. Are you like some kind of magic swordsman or something?"

"I am nothing of the sort." Moira says as she skips towards the entrance of the cave. "I am just an adventurer who knows how to swing a sword." Vagus grumbles an incoherent grunt before giving up.

"So why do you choose to hide your magic?" Vagus finally asks after a long awkward pause. "I know plenty of people would do anything for a fraction of your talent." Moira's face darkens as she remembers a distant past she sought to forget. No, rather she chose to repress.

"Magic… I do not have fond memories of it." Moira quickly switches the subject and looks at the cursed blob that is floating around her neck. "And speaking of people, it seems like you seem to remember something."

"Me? Oh… now that you mention it… It is not like I remember it but more like I know it… I don't remember my past knowledge, it is like I just… know…"

"What kind of cryptic…"

"I don't know myself. I just… know…" Vagus stops as he looks off into the distance and retreats himself into the emblem.

"What is that supposed to mean? Hey! Where are you going?" She complains.

"Shut up for a moment and keep on walking."

"Ha- Is this how you treat the one who you forced yourself on?"

"Will you-" Vagus stops for a moment and within a split second, he extends out his blackish matter around Moira.

"Hey! Wh-" Before she could finish her words, a sharp dart zips through the air and ricochets off of Vagus. Upon hearing the noise, Moira quickly draws out her blade and examines the general vicinity of where the dart came from.

"There are four people around you. Two in front and two behind." Moira hears this and simply nods.

"Oh. Look at what we have here." A sly masculine voice calls out from behind them. Upon hearing this, Moira quickly turns around to face the man. But when she faces the man, she sees a sinister grin on his face. "You lose."

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"Clearly something is amiss. Tell me-"

"I said I am fine. So leave it at that." Moira dismisses Vagus and turns her attention to the unconscious bandits that attacked her. "We should deal with them first."

"No need. There are four people coming through the path." He quickly retreats into the emblem before he is spotted.

Moira braces for the next four bandits to come. She clutches her sword and prepares for whatever they have to throw at her. But something else appeared before her. Instead of the bandits she was expecting, four knights emerge from the path with their blades drawn.

"Freeze!" One of the knights orders her as he points his blades towards her. The knight looks down at the forest floor around Moira and sees four unconscious victims. "Stop right there you criminal scum!"

"Stand down. She is not a criminal." A familiar voice....

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S: And that is where I am so far with this chapter... Fk... I might have to add another part this chapter cause I did promise a "spicy" scene here... Who knows.

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S: Here is a sneak peak into the "spicy" scene I was talking about >.>

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Her pulse is racing and her breathing is staggered and short. Her hands tremble around the coils of the black mass around her wrist. Her eyes widen with dread as Vagus pins her down to her bed. And that is when he also realizes what she had been fearing. He lets out a sigh as he forms himself in front of her face.

"I get it… I am this unknown thing that happened to force itself onto you. And now you have no idea what it is and what it will do to you." He loosens his grip around her limbs. Moira can only look into his inhuman eyes as he attempts to comfort her. "I know it is scary and yes, I myself am scared too. I have no idea what this body is capable of yet I wear it as my own."

Moria's eyes still and the trembling in her hands calm. She props herself up against the wall as she listens to Vagus's words.

"Look, I don't know exactly what I did to deserve such a fate… but I too am a victim here. So please, do not antagonize me so much."

"I… I understand." Moira finally says as she looks into his eyes. "We are both victims of this strange curse that this 'demon' placed on you."

"I am sorry if my existence has filled you with fear… I can promise you that I will do no such thing that will harm you."

Moira lets out a shy smile and acknowledges his words."Though you are the bearer of the curse, I am the one you are bound to."

"You can count on me. I swear on my name… err… I swear on my life… hummm… I can't really swear on any of those…" Moira lets out a small chuckle.

"It's fine, Vagus. I will believe in your words." Moira lets out a genuine smile.

"Until there is a way to unbind me and if possible, free me from this form, I will do everything within my power to protect you."

"I will…" Moira pauses for a moment and she looks into his odd form he currently takes. "No… I swear that I will do my best to free you from this curse-

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S: And that's all you get >.> This log has been rambling on for quite a bit. I posted a lot of work in progress stuff and I will probably work on other things today but won't include it into this log.

All future logs will probably be shorter as I was literally dumping unfinished content here because it was my first log and felt like I needed to put stuff...

O: Yes. This dragged on for quite a while.

S: Ya.. it really has- WTF! Who are-

O: I will be taking things from here.

S: TF is that suppose to-

*S disappears from this realm.*

O: Now that S is finally gone, I can put an end to this log. Do not worry about who I am, I am just the Organizer of this log that S is creating. From this point on, all the logs S creates will be managed by me and will be a lot more organized for the future. If S has any complaints... S will have to answer why S has been spending so much time playing PC games instead of writing.

*S reappears.*

S: Hey you weren't suppose to tell them that! Now they are going to think-

*S vanishes from the realm once again.*

O: On to the next point, The logs from here on out will be split between the different projects S is working on so it will be less clustered. This one is obviously the first log that has been done so I still do not know the extent of how to control this realm.

O: Humm... I feel that S is trying to return once again. I will have to end this log here.

*S breaks through once again.*

S: Wait! I STILL HAVE SO MUCH I WANT TO SHARE! STO-

O: Good bye.

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