POST #3: DAY 3780 OF DOGSCAPE

Woke up. Any normal day... well, as normal as a world full of wailing dog biomatter could be. I had a bad crick in my back and a fucking red hot charlie horse put my right thigh into a knot of pain for a while. I moved on. I was accompanied by nothing more than the wailing of the dogs and the bulbous dog eye on the laptop. It was staring at me.

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

Then it blinked. I walked on.

Sometime after, perhaps three or four hours, I heard a faint rumble. I thought nothing of it at first... then I looked behind me.

HUGE FUCKING DOG PAW, 6:00!

It crashed into the ground next to me. I could see it up close. It was made of thousands of little dog heads, all barking and yelping. as the paw lifted into the air. That was a huge paw. It was as big as a train and thick around as an old oak tree. I looked behind again. If the paw was THAT BIG, then the HEAD would be

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKRUNNINGRUNNINGRUNNINGRUNNINGRUNNINGRUNNINGRUNNINGRUNNING..."

I ended up going much faster than I usually did. I believe I had no choice in the matter, but still... I should've competed in the Olympics. I looked behind me. The giant dog thing was still back there, but it seemed to have not moved an inch from where it was. I saw its head. Instead of eyes, there were deep, dark pockets. It was only a faintly dog-shaped head made of billions of pounds of Dogflesh.

So that was the Dogmother. Jesus Christ.

When I looked around. There were Lizardmen everywhere. They all stood in a circle around me. They all had guns pointed at me. I recognized the 30 tailed one. There was a large hole in his side, but otherwise, he survived. He made a clicking noise, and brought forth another Lizardman. This one, however, had half of his face be human. While disturbing and grotesque, this was the closest thing I had to human companionship in a while.

"Welcome, inferite," said the Halfling. "You shall come with us."

The Lizardmen clicked in agreement.

"Why should I?" I asked. Immediately they cocked their guns and aimed them. "I get the picture."

"Come with us, inferite."

We walked towards the Dogmother. The Dogmother, also called the Dogmass by the people who don't bow to its mangled, barking feet, is a great being who breaks off from the Dogscape at times. It is said to be the hive mind, the queen of the biomatter that assimilates all the dogs. I say it's just an anomaly... like the Tapering Dog or the Vortex Pooch, to name a couple (Tapering Dog is the one that stabbed the Lizardman who tried to kill me, btw). We walked constantly, trying to make sure the Dogflesh beneath our feet didn't pull us into itself. Finally, we stopped in front of the Dogmother. The Halfling brought forth another person, a complete human.

"Now, Brothers and Sisters, we have our sacrifices prepared! The Great Mother shall be pleased with us for this bountiful offering!" With that, he brought the first poor bastard up. I closed my eyes. I heard the clotty, creaking movements of the Dogmother, the crushing of the man's ribs, the man screaming in agony as he was turned into a part of it, the crunching, and the clotty movements again. I opened my eyes. All the Lizardmen had their eyes on me. Oh fuck. I was the second poor bastard. Well, I rushed the Halfling, pulled out my gun, and put it to his head.

"Don't fucking move, or your preacher is as good as dead!" The Lizardmen stood, looking at the quivering Halfling in my chokehold. They still pulled their guns. I threw the Halfling into the Dogmother and began shooting the Lizardmen. Many of them did not have the chance to take a shot before I killed them. There were still three left when I pulled the trigger...

Click.

...

Click. Click.

"Oh fuck. Oh hai, Leezardmehn, I was just in the neighborhood to play some formal footbaRUNRUNRUNRUNLIKEABAUSRUNLIKEABAUS..."

In any case, after that encounter, I trekked on with only a couple minor problems.

Fishriver, tribes of Lizardmen, the occasional Tick Swarm. I think I caught a glimpse of Taper Dog. Hi, Taper Dog!

Anyways, I found another house. Most of the houses were torn down by biomatter and infused to the landscape a long time ago. A couple are still in the early stages. And the house I'm in is one. The floors are all dogs on the first floor. The second floor is still in good shape. And I'm on the comfiest bed in the known fucking universe.

Well, g'night... again.