Dogscape | CreepCast

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43:49Thank you all for watching the ad. Thank you to Babbel for sponsoring the show. We are now back to the episode. Log eight. It's been three years and two weeks now since I met our another human being. I know because I've cut a small notch in my left leg for every day, one of my left arm for every week, one of my right arm for every year. Admittedly, not the most effective way of keeping track of time, but when I started, I figured I'd be dead or this would be over before it really mattered. Like I said, I haven't met any other people for a while, but I figured I would write this anyway, just in case.

44:22It's a warning to others that might be out there. I ran into something terrible today. Well, the whole dogscape is terrible, but I mean more terrible. I think even among the dogscape, it's some sort of crazy abomination, since the feral dogs and ground mouths didn't seem too fond of it either. That screaming is not something I ever hoped to hear again. But that's not the beginning. I'm sorry about this blood I'm using doesn't really come off the paper and I can't waste any by throwing it away not even thinking about talking to the other people for years has made me sort of bad at thinking in a straight line but I'll try let me just start over at the beginning the day started normally it was my weekly gathering day so I left my tent by the way I left the tent at the foot of a pillar of dogs in the direction of the setting sun if you want it but you probably won't because the skin has probably gone bad by now.

45:17To collect the dog fruits I would need for the week and to fill a bag or two with milk. But when I got to the place where there should have been teats, there was just a bloody mess where someone had dug deep into the flesh of the dogscape. I didn't really think much of it at first, just thought I would need to go looking for a new source of milk, and I saw it. I thought it was another person at first. If I had stopped to really look first, I wouldn't have had any problems and I wouldn't be writing this right now, I guess. I started shouting to get its attention. And I did get its attention because it turned to me.

45:50And then I realized that I had made a huge mistake. Thinking back, the really long arms and the twisty body probably should have been my first clue. But I didn't really see that anything was wrong until it turned towards me. And I saw what I thought was ahead was just a featureless lump of flesh. Its arms unfolded outwards. each arm ending in two canine legs and the human face on its chest opened its mouth and started screaming i figured it was bad news then and made a mad dash for the nearest pillar of dogs but it kept running after me it was much faster somehow i managed to make it and i started scrambling to climb out of its reach i didn't get very far before there was a sharp pain in my leg and i looked down and saw that it had bitten me with one of the many canine mouths along the arm things.

46:40I screamed as it pulled me down, but that didn't do much and I probably would have died right then if it weren't for what happened next. Out of nowhere, a mouth I didn't even see when I started climbing the dog pillar, bent down on it, and then one in the ground, and they started chewing at it, but that didn't really seem to hurt it, but it let go all the same. I ran away as fast as I could, but I could hear that screaming long after I was out of sight. I didn't sleep that night. Just before nightfall tonight, I felt like I had to make sure the dogscape had killed it and went to the pillar, but I saw no trace of it.

47:15But the notebook I tore this paper from was there, and I took that. So now, here I am. I'm not going to stay around here any longer after I finish this, but finding this notebook made me think maybe there are other people, and if so, maybe I should warn them about things like this. So if you're reading this, good luck. Oh, also, I'm moving in the direction of the rising sun So if you can read this You're probably another person So if you go that direction maybe we can meet up And be a little better off than we were End of log 8 It's like forming Conglomerates of people and dogs then Running around Well I'm wondering if it's When it's been consuming people If it's also been like birthing these weird hybrid Hybrid creatures That even the dogscape doesn't like Like it doesn't like that it's just, it's like a mixed, mixed species kind of thing.

48:06It would make sense because we know it does it to dogs. So if people are getting consumed by it, it probably does these weird, like it just uses whatever building materials it has and puts it together like Play-Doh to shove stuff back out there. You know, what, um, the only one that has broken the mold is the one of the soldier. Cause all the others are firsthand accounts, but that one was like a third person omniscient perspective. Yeah. And I don't mind it. I don't mind that they haven't been consistent. Okay. Or have you been, was it kind of off-putting when it was broken? It's kind of like all of them were like, I believe this.

48:40And because they're all from a first, I'm fine with them all being broken accounts. That's fine. But where they're all from a first person perspective, it's like, well, this person could be wrong or this person could not know what they're talking about or they could be crazy. But in that one about the soldier digging down to the brain and heart, it's like, okay, well, that was just a perspective of no one describing an event that no one could have been witnessed to. So it's like, well, we know that's a perfect account of what happened. So for me, it kind of hits a speed bump a little bit of being like, oh, these people could be crazy.

49:13Who knows what they're actually seeing? I mean, I prefer the personal entries over the actual narrative storytelling of someone talking about someone else or whatever. but you know all good the same nonetheless but I do wish it was all consistent even if it is from other authors I think first person perspectives serve a very bizarre setting like this better yeah especially since there's very specifically logs yeah log 9 ticks are the only thing that seem to like this place they're everywhere during the evenings I can see massive clouds of the bastards flitting across the matted surface making the flesh of the dogscape quiver as they drink their fill.

49:57Sometimes, canid legs of various size and deformity burst through the surface to scratch at them. It doesn't work. All the dogscape gains are vast scratches of scar marks which the fleas feed upon. Sometimes I rest on the side of a large outgrowth only to realize it's a monstrous tick. They latch on to one of the deep arteries of the dog flesh and endlessly leech off the new world's lifeblood. I saw a man once. It was hot that day. I was making my way for a dog pillar and saw him in the distance. He wasn't moving, and as I approached, I saw why. He was covered in ticks. Not a single spot on him was clear.

50:37While little clothes remained on him were stretched over them.

50:44There was no wind, so all you heard was the faint scuttling of their tiny legs scratching against their ludicrously swelled bellies. he must have heard me because he opened his mouth and tried to say something his voice was raspy his mouth was red but he did manage to say one word itch oh how good is that that's awesome that visual's horrible i i like i like log uh nine a lot for a couple reasons one i like that there are obviously there's going to be some things from the old world that are like thriving and i love that ticks are moving around like basically like bats or birds in like these giant droves but even just the visual of like i don't know hundreds if not thousands of ticks covering every inch of this guy's uh body and they're even feeding on him is uh yeah fucking disgusting just like like at one point he was fighting it off but now he can't anymore so it's just succumb to it itch yeah and he also talks about like the giant legs shoot up from the ground and try to scratch at them and then the fleas come into the holes that are left behind by that and abnormally such a brutal biology of everything abnormally disfigured leg coming up with and scratching like a dog like that would be so creepy looking yeah man I do like again I love how despite the absurdity of this world there's so many like moments of oh that's awful absolutely terrifying The Tick Man is by far my favorite so far.

52:14Tick Man's pretty sick. Tick Man's cool. Log 10. Today is the fifth day of the 12th month of the 654th year. So 654 years into the dogscape? I think that's what they're saying. Yeah. My gosh. Okay. Ours is the final generation. After us, the dogscape will be all that is left, and all remaining men will either absorb into mother dog or perish from this swiftly dying world. I have only a vague memory of my mother. Whether she was killed, stolen, or absorbed, I can't say. Really, no one's quite sure what happened to the woman. Slowly but surely, they've disappeared, often vanishing in the night without any warning and leaving no trace.

52:55Women are the only thing of any value in this world anymore, and the primary purpose of the tribe is to protect the group's claim to a woman who is used for the benefit of all the members. Well, that's... Okay, well, all right. Reproducing babies. I see where the not-safe-for-work tags come in. it's interesting to have a group that is 654 years into this thing. Cause you have like, you have hundreds of like dozens of generations that have no memory of a world before the dog scape, you know? Yeah. So yeah, they wouldn't become like these primal animal stuff. You know, it's terrifying. Our tribes woman was taken several months ago.

53:34The first month we mourned her. She may have been a captive in many ways, but many of us could not help, but become attached to her. Second, some of the men began engaging in homosexual activities with one another out of desperation. I'm sure that I was not the only one who realized that there was little meaning to our continued companionship, and that soon the tribe would disband. This is the third month since she was taken, and it's all falling apart. First, the elder was killed over a dispute. It's really just a confirmation that the unity of the tribe no longer existed, no longer had any reason to exist without the tribe's woman.

54:10and so we began to drift apart i know what will come next when tribes dissipate the members alone and confused come to depend on the mother dog for sex in much the same way they do for food warmth and shelter on turn i don't like where this is going. I don't like... Oh, gosh. All right. Here's what we're going to do. Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to read through this and then we're going to censor. We're going to bleep out everything that needs to be bleeped out. All right.

54:54So it's just going to be... Beep! All right. Mother dog sex organs dot the landscape like seized watering molehills in the dog flesh.

55:11Fucking dog pussy molehills is disgusting. Watering molehills too is such a... Oh, God. Oh, God. I hate that so much. That's just the worst way to start your day. Just reading that. You know, I see why the story was on 4chan. That felt like I just got slapped by something awful on an image board. The men find a sex organ to claim for their own and spend their days thrusting into it. Often they find entrances near dog trees, screwing when they're desirous and eating the fetuses when they're hungry. Oh, Oh, Oh gosh. Yeah, I'm just kind of like digesting the idea of a man having sex with dog. I see.

56:06And then like eating baby hybrid pup dogs, I'm guessing, or even just. Yeah, I think I think that's the implication. Yeah, it's the 600. Also, it's the 654th year in a dog. There's no semblance of society or values or anything like that. Yes. Yeah. These are rabid human beings. If you didn't even call them that anymore. They're like animals Yeah, they run around and they're animals Um So we gotta censor some of the words Yeah, we'll censor it Yeah, we'll censor it Okay They have no reason ever to move from their mount In this way men forget the world around them And become obsessed with mother dog Now not only a mother but a lover too And is there everything It's common to see skeletons either bear being picked apart by dogs their pelvis is still pressing into a dog mound surrounded by the still reeking stench of their own filth I like how they're comparing the uh a dude fucking a dog on the side of like a hill to like that of a person that was like left to die on Everest they're just like you know what I mean the bodies are just left there yeah just laying around yeah I also like easy so I actually no i i like how brutal this depiction is of like how far the world's going because it's very very intense but there's also almost a connection made between it and like um like uh degeneration to the point of like if you have your basic needs met you don't go anywhere you don't do anything it's like people have no reason to leave the mounds yeah i mean they become protective over them there's no way that the human yeah i mean the human race is probably even lower than like a chimp status i mean probably smart enough to obviously write this down and to articulate with each other but i just mean like yeah there's not there's nothing left it's just a complete debauchery and yeah yeah oh it's an interest like with everything else it's interesting how despite how absurd it is it ties like gross comparisons of degeneration and stuff and i do think and i do think even though it is a fucking disgusting mess i do think this this uh story so far works best in this apocalyptic landscape with like this tribal kind of like i still i like i think the tribe makes the most sense yeah yeah i enjoy that the most yeah it's certainly the most well removed from anything earlier the whole mention of tribes and i forgot my name and stuff like that didn't work as well because i feel like there's no scenario where right now the world falls apart and i'm like i forget my name i'm now green yeah Like if it was like, oh, it's been a year or something that, yeah.

58:51Yeah. It's been a year. I am, I am wall dock commander of the tribe of blah, blah, blah. But if you're 600 years in, yeah, that makes sense to me. I guess even if you're a year in though too, you could have gone like just completely mad. I mean, you, you could go postal, but I don't think you're going to be like, I forget my name. I am now the scribe of the tribe of dog. Yeah. That's interesting. Today is the 27th day of the 12th month, the 654th year. As I had predicted, the former members of my tribe have slowly but surely fallen into a degenerate lives of mound humpers. The desperate scum have forgotten their own humanity.

59:29Sickening. I vow never to fall into that disgusting state. And so, I will walk this lonely, depraved dog-scape searching. It can't end this way. The fall of humanity uselessly making itself into extinction. So I continue, knowing I may end up hopeless. utterly defeated by the dog's game i wonder if that's actually commentary for like the gooning culture that's happening that i was about to say i was about to make a joke and say uh me scrolling through twitter yeah surely humanity cannot give themselves away to blah blah but it does kind of like the that's why i was kind of getting at earlier when it's like um they they have no reason to leave because they can eat and get their pleasures there so they're just going to stay there forever.

1:00:12No need for anything more than immediate satisfaction. Yeah. Um, like an animal, which I do think is like, I think whoever's writing this is certainly digging a bit at like, um, gooner culture. I, I hate, I know I've said it before, but I hate that the word goon got used for that. Cause now I'm just stuck with it forever because it's far too late to change anything i think you knew what you were doing no no but no when i when i started the name i had no clue of any of that and it was like two years into the channel that that started up and i was like this won't catch on and guess what boy did it catch boy did it catch completely inconvenient for me all the time today is the second day of the fourth month of the 663rd year, I found a woman standing as if waiting for me under a dog tree.

1:01:07Her mouth dyed red with the blood from a dog fetus. At one time, I would have been puzzled to see a woman standing alone and unafraid, but I haven't come upon a tribe in years and incredibly rarely does one come across a man who is not mesmerized with a dog mound. I suppose this must have been the biggest surprise to her to have found a man who has not yet become a slave to mother dog. In any case, it's important not to take chances.

1:01:38Well, how do you want to approach this one, Hunter? How do you want to approach this? What's the game? What's getting some advice for our, okay. Getting some advice from our defensive coordinator. like i said the uncensored thing will be on patreon but this will be bleep so uh to keep the it's a trick like i said bumpy road bumpy road i mean it's it's it's awful it's very messed up very intense so it's important not to take chances so i grabbed her and screwed the night to the dog tree with the length of dog flesh rope so that she couldn't run yeah like any any sense of humanity this person has because they're literate and are able to type it's done away by the fact that there's 600 years into this and still think like a like a caveman like one of the tribe members who sees a woman as a commodity um yeah very messed up a very very brutalist depiction it's not to compare the story to peak um but it's in some ways reminiscent of cormac mccarthy's the road right where like all the men who the main character comes across in that story have women chained up and tied up because it's like these are the only valuable thing left in the world um because they're the only thing they can carry on generations and there's like the like when the main character in the road comes across a group of them all the women are pregnant and stuff like that it's it's a very it's a way of showing that there's no coming back this world's as good as gone right maybe it shouldn't come back at this point yeah today is the seventh day of the eighth month of the 663rd year my woman is pregnant i have watched over her protected her from the wild mongrels that still roamed the dogscape.

1:03:35When the swarms of ticks came, I covered her in a hide. I wonder if we are the only ones left on this planet who are still human. Today is the fifth day of the first month of the 664th year. My child was born today. My woman squeezed my hand, breathing hard, pushing. After some time, the child came. A healthy, normal female infant. I saw that all my struggles hadn't been in vain, that our race did have a future, and I realized that I was crying. I held the child briefly, and then set it down to reach for my blade to cut the umbilical cord. No sooner had I set the girl down than a furry tendril shot out from the dog tree.

1:04:18With a whack, it wrapped quick around the umbilical cord, gripped it tight. As the dog tree sunk into the ground before me, I hacked at the vine, but it could not be cut. Next I went for the umbilical cord, tearing with all my strength to save my girl, but the vine had melded with it and converted it into the same strong substance. And so I could only watch in horror as the dog tree disappeared into mother dog, dragging my woman and daughter with it. I dug after them, ripped the dog flesh open enough to watch as the mutated dogs of the upper layers tore at the child's face. There's no hope for the human race.

1:04:55The dogscape will not tolerate disloyalty any longer. And so I commit myself to this dog mount To become truly one with mother dog What a damn fool I was forever Thinking I could beat this world

1:05:15Dude it is messed up God damn it This whole story is messed up Gosh Oh man My boy had to give in to the dog go see at the end it's so so sad well he came to the conclusion there when as soon as a child was born the dogscape took it yeah there's no hope like he's hopeless there's nothing like almost like a a clarity he got that yeah these guys that are just getting pleasure until they die um that's probably the best move at this years before he saw another human there never is hope years since he saw a tribe or another human being and that's when he saw uh the woman and stuff like that i mean like he must i mean it would just be a thing of like what the what point is there fuck it yeah also see your child's face ripped apart like that my god yeah and like the woman and her get dragged down beneath the dogs and like they get ripped apart by everything and become a part of the flesh and you know the flesh is going to be reused to grow the dog scapes of All you've done is just help the dog scape.

1:06:24Man. The mounds are so brutal. They're so gross. It's, uh, uh, I mean that, that entry was rough, but haha rough. That entry was rough, but it certainly got its point across, you know, how rough, how awful it was. Horrifying, horrifying world. Yeah. So are you okay? I just, the rough thing, I just said, I feel like I've been hit by a car from the last couple seconds of you just talking. You're welcome. So I'll say immediately, looking at this next entry, I already don't like it. The direction it's going from the first couple sentences, not a fan. Log 11, galactic calendar, year 100, day one. We have arrived at the closest star system from our previous home.

1:07:19Our world was ravaged by war, and we continued through space as nomads. We have searched for a hospitable world and find this one to be our liking. We had received signals from this planet that date back at least 700 of its rotations around their star. If they are anything like us, the generations surely have changed here. As we approached, I am puzzled, for the planet appears much different than our records indicate. The planet is a brown color, not blue It appears to be alive in its own right We will send a team down and investigate Our ship reached orbit around the planet's singular moon There we gave the crew a final review of the information we knew about the people of this world Our main source of communication we have received was in the form of signals they called televisions Our understanding of the language will no doubt appear primitive to the dwellers below though personally i feel that something's odd we had lost all communication from this world recently captain assumes it was because of their switching to a higher technology they always talked about their newest technology which looked more and more like a race that could enter that of other spacefaring peoples i'm to go down with the rest of the team by the next day on the planet though i watch the now brown world and feel that something is wrong terribly wrong could it be the dog faces I don't either like don't don't give me a fucking alien entry dude it's like boring the whole time we've had these people like in the stuff we just got a very brutal one of like yeah there's no hope I just will go to the mounds and it's like an alien shows up and also I hate not just this but anytime someone writes aliens or extraterrestrial stories and they're like they have these receptors that depict images.

1:09:08They call them televisions. It's like, shut up. They, the alien race had technology to travel across space. They'd be like, they got TVs. It's not that complicated. They would have figured out what a cathode ray tube is by now or all the stuff where it's like, Oh, these humans, their, their language seems intelligent. They communicate. It's like, what are we, what are we doing? Yeah. It's like, do you think that an alien, do you think they're stupid? It took me out. Yeah. It took, it immediately took me out of it. And also there's other space creatures that like, why do they need to be brought in?

1:09:41If I was on the like original thread, seeing this get put, I would be like, we're not including that guy. Yeah. If you were a judge. Yeah. Log 12. I don't know how many days it's been since I saw the last human. It's hard for the remaining survivors of the dog scape. Women have all gone and only a handful of men remain. But as I said, it's been days since I saw the last one. I wandered the furry fields looking for a teat patch when I stumbled across something both very horrifying yet wonderful at the same time I looked at what had appeared to be a patch of both male and female reproductive dog organs Uh-oh Alright editor, get that bleeper out again I stared fascinated as they endlessly paired with each other I knew I should have looked away but I just couldn't After a while of watching them breed endlessly, they seemed to stop It appeared that they finally sensed me I almost felt bad for interrupting So I started to walk Sorry I don't want to bother you guys I almost felt bad for interrupting So I started to walk away But I felt something grab a hold of my leg Look down to see a mutated dog paw Holding tightly to my pant leg I tried to pull my leg from its grasp But it held on Then to my whore It started

1:11:05okay okay i i feel like i feel like after i feel like after one we don't need yeah i just have a feeling that after that last guy a couple ago introduced like reproductive organs like the red the rest of the thread couldn't let that go we could go there i feel like by doing that he opened pandora's box that i have a feeling that every entry afterwards will somehow bring that back into it i really hope not uh because like because there was like sexual stuff mentioned way earlier when it's like he takes five wives for his own pleasure but it wasn't dwelt on. But after that guy was like, women are a commodity.

1:11:55Here's the stuff in the ground. I feel like everyone else is like, Oh, we can be, we can do that. Um, which I also have to mention it's, it's, it's convenient that on a story group that was posted online anonymously, a bunch of guys were like, yes. And women are the commodity that gets traded around to like, Like, okay, dude. At least with the part 10, it felt like there was a cohesiveness to like the despair of the world and stuff like that. But I'm like, this one. All right, anyway. I tried to pull my leg from its grasp, but it held on. Then to my horror, it started pulling me to the middle of the organ patch.

1:12:38I frantically began to fight to get loose for I knew what it wanted. More dog paws sprouted up and began pulling me. I knew I didn't stand a chance. I knew that I would be joined with dog mother in the end. So I silently accepted my fate. At least I would die happy. So what made me start laughing so hard? It was like, I knew what it wanted. It was like pulling me in. I just imagined it going, no, like his pants are around his angles. No, please stop. Cut that too. Bleep that one too.

1:13:16um but yeah i feel i just i just have a feeling that after that got introduced people probably don't let it go uh anyway well people are going to be mad at this one i hope you're ready but it's brutal it's like a dystopia it goes to show obviously the world's evil obviously all these things are bad right um but it just uh it points it out in creative ways how terrible it is most of the time. Log 13. While archaic, tribal worship of the dog mother, in all its visible and fleshy glory, is the most common form of religion in the barbaric dogscape. There does exist another mythology, one practiced only in distant, isolated pockets and by a few of the oldest survivors.

1:14:04The exact details change from tribe to tribe, year to year, but the basics never change. It's the legend of the beginning of the dogscape, the genesis of the world we know. It tells of a time when humans were plentiful, walked upon ground that wasn't alive. There is a god, or a demon perhaps. A dog that lived amongst humans was even accepted and provided for by a human family, but it was no ordinary dog. This beast lived for over 50 years, while canines at the time rarely lasted more than a decade. It was greatly powerful, more in control of its owner family than they were of it. They say it went out at night and hunted human prey, bringing back large collections of bones as trophies to its home, but the humans tried to ignore it, convince themselves that it wasn't a problem.

1:14:53Soon though, as the origin dog reached a century of age, it became increasingly powerful and unlike others. There were more strange disappearances and even attacks during the day. Vehicles were found with deep bite marks through metal and homes were burrowed into from below. The government of the time, many times more powerful than any chieftain of day, captured the hellhound. They performed experiments, tried to understand where it channeled its energy from. Progress was good. It looked as though even the secret to immortality could be gained from this dog, but accidents occur. The betrayer, as they call her, who worked at the government facility felt sympathy for the god dog whoa there you go honor look god dog he showed up or no you said dog god good dog i said good dog or did i say no that's right that's right yeah you said good dog i think i think that's what you said to god good either way there's your bear trap yeah yeah the betrayer because as we know this super 100 year old dog would be called god dog felt sympathy for good dog she released him and concurrently the all-consuming hell that is the dogscape the enraged beast no longer held any sympathy for humanity as it thrashed recklessly through the lab mutated samples adhered to its flesh growing like a cancer soon what would become dogscape was spreading like wildfire its mawn gnashing at everything that moved its hide spreading over soil stone and sea what is the name of this horrible demon it varies

1:16:30what is the name of this horrible demon it varies but they all come from a similar etymological origin I believe I've taken down names from all over the world Ahmed, Mare Aduke and yet the dog mother is mostly certainly feminine well it is said that the betrayer was in fact the first human assimilated in the dog scape okay so the entire world became the dog scape because there was a really old dog in a lab that named marmaduke that a woman let go and it turned the world into dog flesh

1:17:13i got so that is that is in a close running with the space one for my least favorite entry because it introduces something completely unneeded yeah i mean what why why explain any of this yeah there's no point yeah the dog scapes fun when it's like a giant world of dog flesh that you have to like get milk from that that's that's cool the more that i have to think about how it works the less that i want to enjoy it or less cool it is yeah yeah yeah it ruins it and there's also no satisfying way to do it there's no story you could tell that i'm like oh that makes sense to why there's giant dogs everywhere.

1:17:50Oh, that. See, I was really held up thinking like, how did the dogs get that big? But now that you told me that there was a lab that had a bunch of growths in it, that a woman let Marmaduke go, and then Marmaduke became, he was really old, and he was also a demon, but then when he got let go, the demon knocked over these samples a lab had that would turn the world into flesh. That makes sense. Now that you say that, God dog. God dog. You literally said God dog and Marmaduke. So God dog. Now the thing is where this was like a collaborative thing on 4chan. This person was definitely trolling, which makes me hate it less than the alien one, which I feel like that guy with a, Hmm, what is this signal?

1:18:32A television? I feel like this person was trolling this, this post 13. Yeah. It's named Marmaduke. Like, of course he was. There's no way he was taking it seriously. yeah Armad Miram a Duke yeah yeah yeah it was like what's the dog that started this one he said dog god he said dog god he did say god dog he said god dog also you think on 4chan people were like oh that's cute in the same story with the mounds I don't have you scrolled through that website at any point I don't think they've ever thought that about anything. Log 14. It's cold here. Jets of moist breath dot the landscape amid undulating hills.

1:19:20There are no proper dog trees, only short piles of huddling dog limbs. Teats are few and far between, and when I find one, I must work to coax the milk into a skin bladder. I move across the hills, my feet numb through the shoes I have fashioned. I move in the direction that seems easiest, a subtle and mangy slope that I only just noticed was guiding my path in a general downhill fashion. Where there is fur, it is thick and rancid with matted oil. I don't know why the mother does what it does, but all of her fruits have their uses. I hack at a fur clump, separating it from the flesh below. There's only a little blood from I'm a gray skin tag.

1:19:59I fold and shape the waxy fur onto the insulating hairy coverings on my body. I fold and shape the waxy fur onto the insulating hairy coverings on my body. The dog flesh rumbles beneath me in a more than disconcerting way. It has been doing that for the past several weeks, more so the further I have traveled. It's getting colder. I can hear only the winds now tearing across the mother. The howls, warbling and mournful, have stopped. The sharp barks and yips no longer form a background cacophony. I huddle into my coverings and shoulder ahead. I have no path to follow, but forward. The ground feels harder here.

1:20:42The gentle give of the dogland has ceased, giving way to a dull, sound-absorbing thud of matted fur. I slipped yesterday on what seemed to be a lake of solid piss. It was not reabsorbing into the mother. My own shivering seems to syncopate with the occasional rumbles of the mother Her flesh no longer seems like a living being But I know that deep within her, the blood flows It's so cold here I continue forward every day The ground slopes more and I struggle to sleep in a forgiving skin fold There's no purpose but to move forward now One foot in front of the other It's been dark for as long as I can remember How long will this night last?

1:21:24The air is dry, the land is mostly featureless and hard as I walk. The wind blows clumps of brittle hair across my face and they hurt. A soft pop, a subtle blue flash, and they blow past me. My hands are deep within my coverings. They are numb. I expose them to ward off the shocks that the cold will take them from me. I've already lost three toes. I can no longer feel that foot. I no longer bother to light fires in the deep crooks where I sleep The last I saw of that foot, it was black and swollen I felt like it was burning My travel is slow I've heard soft, subtle tapping sounds But when I investigate, I find only dog claws moving against the ground The rumbles have continued And with them now come subtle, rending soul The rumbles have continued And with them now come subtle, rending sounds Like a mouth chewing on a bone When the sounds intensify, I move faster.

1:22:24I don't know what causes them. I do not think it is mother. I have not found any teats in a long time. I am thirsty, and my skin bladder is almost empty. I would kill my own parents for a fresh puppy fetus. I passed a small pile of humans, almost buried in billowing, dried fur. They were dead and desiccated. They looked like they were strong when they lived. I keep moving. There's only the road ahead of me. I do not know what it leads to. The ground shifted beneath my feet, and I pissed in fear. Not a mouth, but a great hard chasm of flesh and bone had torn open beneath me. A stinking, humid burst of air bellowed out, then hung in the cold cloud around me.

1:23:12On my ass, I peered into the gloomy hole that had nearly swallowed me, but it was now still. I sat and contemplated it, breathing heavily. I thought of my empty skin bladders. Slowly, I could hear sounds several dozen feet below me start to play and echo in the cleft. A soft slapping and a gurgle. I don't know how, but I knew that this was my chance for sustenance. I slid into the meaty maw. I climbed down a shorn slap of giant ribs, still red and moist. finally landed on the steaming dark floor of the hole it writhed beneath my feet i felt around not knowing what i was looking for when my hands fell upon a thumping tube set into the meat wall an artery i grabbed it pulling that connective flesh and then bit at it the blood shot out in spurts and i drank my fill i was covered in viscera i struggled to fill my skin bladders The cleft shuddered around me, and I knew I must leave it immediately.

1:24:18The walls were starting to hang tendrils of meat, feelers, to heal this damaged canyon. I exhausted myself climbing out and nearly fell back in as I crested the edge of the crack out into the cold night. The dog flesh slowly mended behind me as I panted on the hard ground. Before I left it, I considered it and cataloged it. Stretch mark. mother was still growing oh that's so cool that giant chasm that he crawled into and drink blood out of was just mom growing a little bit the dog's getting a bit bigger that that's awesome yeah i am so weak and it is so cold my filled bladders of blood are gone and the gray dog scape stretches before me i must make it to my goal but i do not know what my goal is I have walked for what seems like months in the darkness I climb down a huge mass of frigid dog flesh It is like a great heap of small dogs A pile of dog heads and legs A mound of tails and torsos It is cold and lifeless A slow, low creaking can be heard deep within it I grip an ear and lower myself to the bottom of the dog wall My foot lands on something else I gasp and get caught in a fit of coughing I don't know what I am standing on, but it is not the mother.

1:25:40I feel queasy, nauseous. What could possibly be not the mother? It's frigid and hard, but I scrape at it, and bits of dandery coldness come up off it. I hold them close to my face, and my breath turns the stuff to water. I try to eat a handful of it, but it is so cold that it robs me of almost all of my remaining energy. The moisture trickles down my throat. it's good I look behind me at the dog wall with it's exposed frozen bones and happy looking faces and ahead of me at the featureless dark I'm too far gone to turn back now I continue walking for hours and sleep and walk more my footsteps are lead in so wait what was he drinking there?

1:26:27I can't tell I can't tell if it's something I mean he said it tasted good I'm not sure what it was oh it's frigid I scrape I think he's talking about ice, the ice on the bones. I scrape it in, bits of dandruff, coldness come up. I hold them close to my face and my breath turns the stuff to water. I try to eat a handful of it. So cold robs me of my brain energy. Moisture trickles down my throat. Yeah. So he's talking about, I don't know. I walked, I climbed down a huge mass of frigid dog flesh. It looks like a great heat. Man, who knows? Finally, ahead of me, I see light. I make my way towards it slowly over the course of several hours it's a beacon to me now bright, glowing, steady fire as I approach I see that the guiding light stands on a pole before a series of low, dark structures they are like solid walls of bone but not they are not dog flesh with a billowing hair and cold dandry water pile against the sides I know that this is what I was destined for At one end, near the light, is a dark panel set into the wall.

1:27:35On it are markings placed there by some person's hand, but I do not know what they say. A-I-S-1 and entrance. I shoulder against the panel, but it barely shudders. I try again and again. I am renewed with purpose by the discovery of this place, but I am weak from my travel. I lean my back to the panel and slide down it, exhausted. my back catches against a low bar set into the panel pushes it down and then clicks panel gives way and i fall into the darkness within see there okay there it makes more sense where it's like i don't know what the structure is it looks like a bone but it's not a bone and there's a low bar that clicks and i fall in because this guy's never seen concrete or a door or a door handle because he's been born to the dog scape that makes so much more sense than aliens being like, what is this television?

1:28:27Yeah. You know, I'm in a small, dark, dry cave. It's alien to me. The wind blows debris and fur into the room with me. I look around. Strange, dark masses seem to leer at me and more of the unusual markings everywhere. Procedure list and keep closed and warning and wear radio at all times. A bright red cylinder with yellow stripes is inside a small box. I reach for it, but my hands scramble against a clear covering across the entrance to the box. I look at my hands now. They are purple, and I cannot feel them anymore. Another panel is on the opposite wall, like the one I had opened. I move towards it feebly.

1:29:08I am so cold. I pull on the handle, set into the panel, but it does not move. A small red light flashes above it. I pull harder, but it does not move. I pull again, jumping, but lose my balance and lurch to the ground. I smack my head with a dull thud. The cold is blowing in fiercely from the opening behind me. I scrape against the hard panel, but it will not move. More markings adorn it. Close outer door first. I do not understand them. I sit against the panel. My vision is blurry, that trickle of my own blood seeps across my eye. I go to sleep there, leaning against the dark doorway. I sleep and do not wake up.

1:29:54Okay. That's actually my favorite entry from the whole thing. Because it's a guy so far removed that human inventions mean nothing to him. He has no concept of glass or a fire extinguisher like this lever. And he has found salvation. He has found a bunker he can go into, to shut the door, have, but I just imagine what he's describing at the end is like the power lever and he can have electricity. Maybe there's food there. There's radio, stuff like that. He could live, but he asked to first shut the door, but he doesn't understand what a door is and he can't read what he's seen and he doesn't know how it works.

1:30:30So he dies there in an open room that could have been a salvation because he's too far removed from what humanity was to understand how it operates. Much the same with a lot of the stories we've gotten throughout, of the tribes and the way they treat women and stuff like that. Humanity is so far removed from what humanity used to be that there's no way that they could save themselves. They're not humans anymore. There's some other thing that even if they had all the tools to make themselves better, it would mean nothing to them more. They've lost the plot. It's like a cool symbol for all the other interesting ideas brought forward in the story.

1:31:05So that ending ties up. So it puts a bow on, again, it's a collaborative writing project. So it's not like there was one cohesive thesis, but the idea of in a world like this, humanity would go to the dogs, so to speak, which pun intended, they would lose themselves to such a degree that there would be no hope of coming back. Just like a man who can save himself by shutting the door, but he doesn't know what a door is. Yeah. I think, I think that's sick. That was my favorite one by far. So after that, there's a final epilogue. My name is Charles Mountel of Arctic Ice Station 1. The abomination is not here.

1:31:43It is too cold. Tigger and I are the last survivors. We are 14 nautical miles south of the North Pole, directly north of Vancouver. Triangulate our position based on this radio signal. This message will repeat in five minutes. The radio broadcasts the message again, as it had thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of times. cold dead desiccated body set hold before the radio systems in a chair at its feet lay the curled dead body of a mutt oh oh but where was this where were the guys who did these two parts just do that okay so assuming the epilogue is like meant to tie into the bunker the character comes across in log 14 then once you get to really cold regions, the flesh doesn't grow or it can't grow as much, which is why our character in the last part walked to colder and colder regions so far that he found a structure that the dog flesh had not overcome yet, this little radio bunker.

1:32:44So he goes inside of it and there's a radio broadcasting a message from an Arctic station where someone lived and died. And then at that Arctic station was just a guy trying to send a distress signal. and there was a dead dog at his feet. Just a man and his dog before the world became the dogscape died in the cold. The last remnants untouched by this disease that took over the world. And that remnant is something, again, as mentioned in log 14, that the world's so far removed from, it wouldn't even mean anything if they could get back to it. Right. But the visual after all the horror of dogs and the dog flesh and stuff, a man and his loyal dog, like the dog was so loyal, it died next to him in the chair.

1:33:24like the classic image of like man's best friend dying in a world that is still untouched or like a final memorial after the rest of the world was destroyed by the visage of a dog that's so cool that's sick those last two parts banged that was excellent i uh i think if there wasn't just the alien one like there's just a couple where i was like and we could have done without that but i really enjoy it's been a while since we've had these kind of like well i guess i don't know I guess we might have had some collaborative stuff it kind of just reminds me also of like SCP Infinite Ikea whatever of like this thing that's kind of like a bit silly but it goes on the tribal warfare stuff I kind of just like these little vignettes of like these weird tribes in this post-apocalyptic landscape and stuff and I think that it was it was just interesting the more that I didn't think about it being a dog the more that I was just like bought in but then it was just like yeah I don't know there's just some silly things where it's like, eh, break your immersion a bit.

1:34:22But I enjoyed it. What'd you think? I liked it. I understand some people may not like the intensity of some of the things around the way the tribe treats them. But again, the intention is that humans are animals. That they're the worst possible versions of themselves. They're very evil. And then again, at the end, it goes to say, yeah, they're so far removed from what we used to be. I can't come back to it. So I think those parts work. The parts I hated were the alien part and trying, like the whole Marmaduke joke, I think, could have been done without. But again, that one feels like a troll. Dog God, again, unironically.

1:34:55But if you remove those two parts, I think it works so well. And I think that last post knocks it out of the park with like, it's so, shut the door first. So easy. Make yourself warm, shut the door. But he's never seen a door. He doesn't know how they work because the things meant to save you don't mean anything to someone that's forgotten how to be saved, how to, you know, preserve themselves to preserve their humanity, to preserve their existence. And the radio is broadcasting a man and his dog, the last survivors of a world that was forgotten. Oh, that to me, to me, that made the whole thing worth it.

1:35:29Yeah. Those last two parts were excellent. I feel. Yeah. I think it tied in that kind of like the distancing of the human race in a way where it made it kind of feel worth it in the end and 14 and epilogue. Yeah. Where we had that build up in the beginning and that kind of really does feel like Jesus like this is so detached from what we know now and I do think like yeah there's some spots where it was a bit of a harder you know grosser subject matter but I don't think it ever lingered long enough to be extremely gratuitous in my opinion but yeah I mean granted dog go see everywhere that's gonna be gonna be a bit gross everywhere you know what I mean I mean it's gross but again it's like it's disgusting the visual, but men give in to that disgust, right?

1:36:16Like, they're like, oh, yes, excellent. Something to get me away from this, and they fall for it. They commit themselves to it. They never leave the mound, as it's said. And they victimize any women they come across, like they become monsters, you know? It's disgusting, but they are... Humanities become just as disgusting to keep up with it. And that... Which is creative. And that within itself is the epitome of dog-scape. That's a story we just read. So thank you guys so much for listening. It was a lot of fun. Really cool seeing these collaborative posts come together and seeing a community make a story happen.

1:36:51So hopefully there's more stories like that we can read in the future. But until next time, everybody, stay creeped. Also, give your dog a pat on the head. Boop it snoot. I don't like you saying. Boop your snoot. I can't find the original, but there's a bunch of people making Marmaduke jokes in the 4chan thread. Someone said journey into the center of the dog. That's pretty good.

1:37:25And, um...

1:37:30Someone in the 4chan thread. Someone commented online and just said COVID-related. Like the 3chan thread. Oh, the podcast is over. Oh, bye.

1:38:09Thank you.

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