Entry the Twenty-Fifth

Feb. 6th, 2008 05:12 pm
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[childish laughter, and the sound of mud being sloshed around]

There should be a tree fort here. Or a playground or a park or somethin'. Lower Tadfield had a nice park! It wasn't messy, though, so it wasn't a wonnerful park 'cause wonnerful parks have mud.

'Least there's mud here if it's not nice 'nough to have a park.
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Entry the Twenty-fourth

Jan. 20th, 2008 10:03 pm
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[dictated, per usual]

Every piece of plastic ever created still exists.

Or it does on Earth, I still wonder how this world functions.

[insert a large puddle of ink he's just... smearing around with his fingers & playing in the journal]

What I would truly love to have here is an atomic bomb. Only one, although they are rarely found outside of pairs. Competition is a wonderful thing.
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Entry the Twenty-third

Jan. 8th, 2008 02:18 am
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[insert a whole lot of smeared rainbowy oil; dictated]

Much better. Perhaps it will remain this way for a time.

I think I preferred dealing with the End. At least then something was happening.

[a pause, then another smear of oil~]

And good riddance.
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Entry the Twenty-second

Dec. 31st, 2007 03:57 pm
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[a few lazy ink smears; dictated]

I do hope the humans are continuing as they should. They always needed a little push to keep them on the right track with the nuclear weapons, but at least oil and gasoline will continue ruining the environment. [a pause, and he adds a small happy ink blob] And the fires, those can't be stopped. They've been planned for years.
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Entry the Twenty-First

Dec. 19th, 2007 09:18 pm
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
Winter. A season of waste. Heating indoors with fires, killing more and more trees each year, then cooling within the heat to keep food from spoiling. Wasted energy all around. A tree per household -- sometimes four and five per family -- for nothing more than decoration. Or, better, plastic trees. Ah, the wonders of modern technology. Hundreds of thousands of pounds of paper used for nothing more than keeping the semblance of surprise.

[a soft sigh and a smear of oil]

But here, the same temperature, day in and day out. Waste disappears the instant you turn around. No households to speak of. Irritating and wretched.
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Entry the Twentieth

Nov. 26th, 2007 12:49 am
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[dictated]

Do any of you miss the technology you had before arriving, or is this castle enough for your wants?
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Entry the Nineteenth

Nov. 15th, 2007 09:12 pm
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[dictated]

As much as I enjoy the lack of ghostly helpers, I wonder how long the castle will keep us this way. Just imagine if it never grew bored with this particular game.

At least it managed to get one thing right. [a smear of swamp water ♥]
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Entry the Eighteenth

Oct. 23rd, 2007 12:19 am
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[scrawled lovingly in pencil]

Cigarette butts - 1 / 12 yrs.
Nylon -- 30 / 40 yrs.
Aluminum cans -- 80 / 100 yrs.
Glass bottles -- 1,000,000,000 yrs.
Plastic bottles -- ∞ yrs.

[a line as if he's adding all of those numbers together]

If they were left lying on the ground. In landfills, the timeframe can more than quadruple. [a pause, and then he smears ink across the bottom of the page, simply because he can]
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Entry the Seventeenth

Oct. 3rd, 2007 10:54 pm
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[dictated]

The fire was lovely, whoever you are. [a smear of rainbow oil -- obviously he spends too much time with the crazies]

[a soft sigh] My faucet is soap once more.

((OoC: He spent all day trying to litter the forest, failed, and the castle is punishing him. At this point? He doesn't care. He'll probably be down trying to kill a pond again tomorrow.))
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Entry the Sixteenth

Sep. 28th, 2007 05:10 pm
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[silence other than the occasional sound of pens being snapped, and the page slowly becomes covered in ink as smears it around with his fingers]

((OoC: Quick explanation -- He remembers who/what he is, but his powers are still MIA. Thus the, ah, anger.))
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Entry the Fifteenth

Sep. 26th, 2007 12:11 am
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[written neatly in pen on a pristine piece of paper]

Finally, things seem to be working in the way they were meant to. I have not seen a single piece of trash or drop of anything mildly unsanitary all day. I had thought I would never be able to clean up the mess that was in the corner.

((OoC: Cue beginning of second loss.))
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Entry the Fourteenth

Sep. 23rd, 2007 08:36 pm
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[a few large ink blots, then a switch to dictated]

Why is this place so filthy? The pens won't even work properly. I know the ghosts are supposed to be here to help clean, but they don't seem to care about my room. I tried cleaning some of it up myself, but it seems every time I turn around, the pile has gotten larger.

((OoC: First loss, see here? ^^))
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Entry the Thirteenth

Sep. 20th, 2007 10:13 pm
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
( Biiig image -- NOT dial-up friendly at all )

((OoC: Okay, so that was totally just an excuse to make a big inky mess...))
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Entry the Twelfth

Aug. 19th, 2007 10:21 pm
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[dictated musingly]

I wonder why she left.

[in pencil]

Delirium. Thank you again for the galaxy. [a lopsided rainbow!oil heart]
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Entry the Eleventh

Aug. 17th, 2007 06:10 pm
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[a few oily squiggles along the top and sides of the page, where Pollution was just playing with the paper; dictated]

It may be a good idea to set up some kind of path in the woods, it is far too easy to lose one's way.
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Entry the Tenth

Aug. 9th, 2007 10:52 am
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Entry the Ninth

Jul. 18th, 2007 09:08 pm
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[there are a few lazy grease streaks all over the page from where he brushed his fingers over it; dictated:]

So much complaining. It seems humans are never satisfied; how bothersome.

It is strange that the castle still manages to thwart my efforts outside, even when its inside cleaners are missing. [a sigh] Strange and disappointing.
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Entry the Eighth

Jul. 3rd, 2007 02:56 pm
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[dictated, the page is covered in grease]

Ah, the ghosts are gone. How lovely. [little heart-shaped oil splotch]

I do hope they enjoy their vacation, perhaps it will be a long one.
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Entry the Seventh

Jun. 28th, 2007 03:48 pm
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
[the whole page is covered in grease, with small black oil patches here and there]

My tap is finally behaving, and the ghosts seem to be listening to orders for the moment.

Everyone is quite excitable here. Really, such a fuss over such a small disturbance, you would think they had never before encountered the sound of a nuclear warhead when it finally touches down. [a contented sigh]
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Entry the Sixth

Jun. 19th, 2007 12:02 am
[identity profile] proxyhorseman.livejournal.com
Tin foil is lovely. [happy little ink blob]

And a bon fire outdoors? Perhaps I should pay a visit. People drop the most interesting things.
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About the Archive

"Paradisa Lost" is the archive of what the journals contained between December 1st, 2006 and January 10th, 2012. On that final day, Paradisa issued new journals, so that the residents could fill them up again. While there are still residents around who have old journals, we have chosen to preserve the old journals here for muns' reference and history.

"Lost" in the title refers to both the old journals that the residents once kept, and also to our move to Dreamwidth from the original Livejournal community, where Paradisa started. It is a fresh start for muns, as well as for the characters.

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