CreepCast - Dogscape | CreepCast

Episode Date: November 30, 2025

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Get no frills delivered. Shop the same in-store prices online and enjoy unlimited delivery with PC Express Pass. Get your first year for $2.50 a month. Learn more at pceexpress.ca. Welcome back to Creepcast. Today we are diving into a nice body horror world of dog scape, which is funny because right before this, we were looking at Dogscape, and there's apparently a doggie daycare called Dogscape, and this story is tagged with a not safer word content warning.

So I would recommend changing your LLC immediately. Isaiah, give us a little rundown of Dogscape. So Dogscape was a story that has been around a while. I remember people talking about it back during like the creepy pasta heyday. If I recall right, or from what I can find, it seems to be a collaborative effort that was started on 4chan. So I think some people, like someone posted the prompt and other people started to build off of it. So it's like a group of anonymous users. The creepy pasta website says that it was created by users from 4chan and something awful.

So it just seems like it was a group project of sorts. The story itself is broken into multiple logs, maybe different people. wrote different logs or gave like critiques about what should be in it or whatnot but it's like an anonymous collaborative writing project i remember people talking about this one a lot i remember a lot of people considering it one of the better ones but historically on this podcast uh that goes goes every time right sometimes they're very wrong that's true that is very true well without further ado why don't we step into the insane world of dogs of dog scape uh and like i said not save for work tag trigger warning don't know what's getting into the future but

But warning. Danger ahead. Another thing on the show that historically has been not great and people get really mad at. That a warning to weary travelers, bumpy road ahead, right? I feel, I don't know about that phrasing on it. Thank you to everyone supporting us on Spotify and Apple Podcast. It means a lot. You could give us a rating.

We'd greatly appreciate it. And of course, thank you to our lovely, lovely patrons who we, love so much who allow us to do stupid things like this podcast and other weird tangents and projects, um, you guys are the best. Uh, we have a short, a exclusive for Patreon story going up there shortly. So, uh, stay tuned for that. Actually, I have no idea when this video is coming out. So it may already be out by now. Who knows? I'm stupid. But no. I think that's everything. I said, I've shut up. I think that's everything, right? Yep. So let's, hey, let's walk down the bumpy road. dog scape starting with you i don't like that you started calling it bumpy when you found out

there's a not safe for work tag the rippled the sticky and probably wet a world of dog scape oh gosh when you when it gets i don't i don't think i don't think there's actual dogs in the story i don't think there is no dogs in dog scape i'm going to be fucking livid well i think it's like the essence of dogs but i don't think there is a dog I may be wrong. The essence of dog. What does that mean? There's like pieces of them.

There's like the, that's a dog for me. If I say a snout? Yeah. A little dog's snout, a boop a snoot. Yeah, exactly. It's like a dog's face embedded into a trade. I'm like, oh, cute little pepper. And I just boop a snoot.

He does. Wouldn't that be nice? Log one. I awaken. I don't know it at the moment. But this day, marks my fourth straight year of existing in the dog scape. I pushed myself up from the carpet of writhing, twitching dog flesh beneath me and

rise to my feet, stretching in the morning sun. It took me a while to learn to balance on the layer of solid dogs that now blankets every inch of solid ground. But nowadays, I can walk and run as easily and as fast as I ever did on soil or concrete, perhaps faster. When dog flesh, by dog flesh, does it mean like a world of, just dog skin or is it just a bunch of dogs fused together and you're constantly walking on dog i think we get more details later but in my mind it's like is it doll the painter

who had all the depictions of like weird hellscapes it wasn't doll who was the guy that had the uh the paintings of like these empty landscapes was like he did the black portraits where it was like there was like these heavy black images in the midst of it. Do you know who I'm talking about? No, not really. I would have said Gustaf. Yeah, Gustav, whatever.

Look, hold on. This is important. It'll be good for the visual. Hold on. No, Bikinski. B,

Bikensky. Yeah, Bikensky. Yeah. So the way those paintings looks, where it's like these weird, empty landscapes and stuff like that, I imagine that,

but it's dog skin. Okay. That's how it looks in my mind. Like these kind of nothing, empty horizons, you know? That's how it looks in my head. That was definitely worth the time it took to find that. 100%.

This was a city once, I think, which one I can't remember. I only owe my guess to the massive pillars of dogs jutting into the sky, perhaps ancient buildings now, completely filled and overgrown by canine biomatter. I climbed one once, sinking my fingers and toes deep into the dog wall

to gain purchase, and after hours and hours of climbing, I was rewarded with an incredible vista, fur and eyes, panting tongues and wagging tails, hugging the contours of the once barren land and stretching in a single amoebic mass farther than the eye can see. So yeah, it's like one giant blob fusion of dogs, it seems like, makes up the entire landscape. Now I don't do that, though. Now I merely go about my day. I hike to the gardens where the dog plants sprout up in bizarre shapes from the floor of the dogscape and reach up to pluck the fetal puppy fruits right off the wagging, energetic branches.

I bide into the succulent flesh, the juices dribbling down my chin and dripping down to be reabsorbed by the ground flesh and revel in the savory taste. I'm thirsty, so I range until I find one of the motherhounds. There I suckle at the teat patch until I've had my fill of milk. Sometimes I see other humans around me, as well adapted to the dog scape as I am, but I barely acknowledge them, say nothing. What, after all, is there to say, the world is different now? What meaning would our old words have?

Free-ranging dogs are becoming rare and rare to see now, and those I do see seem as lost, as passive as I am. They too graze on the dog plants, step carefully over the undulating, bleeding dog floor, dimly acknowledge myself and one another. In the distant sky and on the far horizon, I sometimes see massive forms sail or crawl or undulate and I wonder if in this new world normal singular ambulatory dogs

have become as obsolete as I am end of log one that's uh well that's a lot it's insane to think that there's just like giant nipples everywhere that you're supposed to crawl up to that's how you stay fed you're like walking around there's also too it's not even that you're alone it's like there's

other people but it's like what the fuck like what's the point of even talking to each other you know what I mean like pretty brutal talks about dog plants coming up and they pluck the fetal puppy fruits which I imagine are like either the

malformed blobs of newly born dog flesh or it's like wrongly grown flesh so you have to eat the flesh and drink the milk to live that's rough this is a very rough

it's hard to us I like how also it's like it doesn't even tell us like well here's how I got here it's just like well this is just the world war and this is the dog scape this is a dog scape it's what it looks like i will say that it is a very brutal world from the get go it's very creative in its brutality right like all the little details of how they have to survive and people don't even really care to interact with each other

anymore yeah log two i dug down once down beneath the dogs beneath the hair and the ears and the barking it was hard and took a lot of planning i had to destroy one of the dog trees with my hands rip out the twisted, yards-long communal spines that served them as branches and lashed them together with tendons and skin. But soon I had tools, pitchfork, spears, shovels, picked a spot where the dog floor seemed shallower, set to work. The blood started spurting when my spear first broke the surface and didn't stop for hours and hours and hours. I was drenched in gore and viscera, covered in flex of bone and meat and brain, and I learned to ignore the sickening squelching sounds, ward off the smell, just keep going deeper and deeper, spearing and levering out dogs of

stranger and stranger size and build, dogs with two heads, dogs with human hands, dogs with writhing tentacles where their back legs should be. Eventually I came to the end of the dogs or perhaps the beginning of whatever lies beyond the dogs, an expanse of multicolored patchwork fur that extended as far as I could dig in any direction. I could perceive it with great difficulty, It barely bled. Try as I might. I could only barely peel the skin away, revealing a layer of striated, grayish muscle beneath.

It started to tremble as I watched it, shaking the very dog matter around me. And I realized that the dog scape was beginning to regenerate itself. Close in over me. Seal me in. So I fled, climbing back up into the light. End of vlog two. That's like, this, so this reminds,

There's a lot of stories you read where it's like humans are made into flesh stuff, you know? Yeah. Like you see insides of like hives of creatures or caves or alien planets where it's like human flesh or it's very like the alien hives from the movie aliens. You know, like the xenomorphs make like the walls and like the slime everywhere that's like themselves. It's like those settings, but dog. Yeah, those settings, but dog. I think that the reason that it is a dog is, uh, it adds. to that surrealist kind of fucking nightmare.

It's weird. It's like if it was humans, you would be, there's just something so abnormal about choosing a dog for this landscape. You know what I mean? Do you think it's just because dogs are so innocent? Or like dogs are, I think so. I think you know what I mean?

I think it's because everyone likes dogs, you know? And it's like, well, nothing bad would happen to them, you know? But now it's like, what if that thing was the form that some cosmic being or like some, some presence we couldn't understand. What if that was the form it used to

lay a flesh curtain over the earth, you know? Yeah. And like all the it's like a sick game like, oh, you can survive, but you have to use the biology of the dog to do so in a gross way. Which is saying that out loud, I'm now worried about where the not safe for work tag comes in,

but we'll see. Well, yeah. I'm wondering because I thought it was really interesting, too, that if you pierce the ground, kind of reminds me, or just, it's interesting that it's, like you stab the ground and it just bleeds and it'll continue bleeding. And then you get to the grayish muscle matter.

And then you can notice and then you notice that like the tendons and stuff are starting to grow back. It's just like a immortal ever healing just like like billions of dogs kind of put together and massed together at a weird like ocean. Yeah. Did you, uh, do, are you familiar with this thing called mystery flesh pit national park? Yeah. You've like really had to be way early at the beginning of this podcast. You, like, I think you even had some merch from it and stuff, I'm pretty sure. Yeah, I had some merch from it, and I made a video about it way back on the channel.

But the whole idea is that there's this national park that's an open wound on this giant creature that's like the size of Texas that's underground. That's cool. So they've made like the stomach acids and the lysos and like it's cysts and stuff like that into these attractions you can go through and visit. This feels like a world like that where there's some huge entity. underneath and we just see the presence of, like we just see the footnotes of the side effects

and it just so happens to look like dogs. It just seems like dogs or choose the form of a dog. Also, it reminded me of that. Let's not forget that this is, especially the part about dicking down. Also, this is also, like, don't forget that this is also tons of random people coming together to add to this

fucking monstrosity. So whoever added to this, your psychopaths. So there you go. Yeah, yeah. Right, right, right. That's what we call you for being more creative than us, psychopaths. Sure. Log three. The stream trickled warmly past the black leathery edges of the puppy mouth stream.

Saliva waters churned as they flowed from the bed of the stream, lined with the overlapping tongues of eager, greeting puppies. To feel a rock on the shores to find sharp milk teeth of wean dogs cast to the tufts of mangeweeds growing into spits and banks. the head of the stream is split by a single mound of golden fur like an upholstered boulder set with a large golden eye that swerves to see passing visitors the waters will bubble and froth should the eye see you

the tongues laughed nervous loving greetings with gurgled yips end of log three it's almost like it's almost like the perspective of a flea you know yeah like a super tiny thing walking because it describes like the matted hair or like the tufts of manged weeds growing into spits and banks. And so all it's describing is like this,

this, uh, slobber coming out of a dog's mouth, but it's like running streams. It's very odd. It's like, uh, it's like man found his way into dog hell.

Like when dogs go to hell, this is what it's like. This is dog hell. This is dog heaven. Who knows? I don't know. Dogs are like, wow,

it's just more of me. That's so cool. What does a dog have to do to go to dog hell? I think, uh, I think dogs go to dog hell if they eat, uh, the wrong thing. Like if a dog gets into like a big dark garadilly chocolate bar, you go to dog hell. They go to hell for that? You'd have to imagine that's a part of dog. It's a little.

It's, don't eat chocolate. I think to have commandments now. I think so because they have such a stringent diet, right? Like, I don't think dogs can eat garlic. There's a lot of things dogs can eat. I don't think dogs can eat grapes. Yeah. Well, hold on.

So they're eating forbidden for their health. Yeah, but that's, okay, okay. Well, I see that a little. I see it. Now you say it that way. I see what you're saying a little bit. But dogs, so the sayings all dogs go to heaven. So they have to automatically go to heaven.

They have to commit an act. They have to do something wrong to go to hell. Right. So like is eating something that hurt you wrong? Like a moral way, you know? I think. I think what's poisonous. I think if somebody drinks and this is a controversial thing to say.

I think if a human drink chlorox bleach until they died, I would say that person's going to hell. And maybe, and that's, that's, I'm going to also include that in the Nazi for work tag. So people can't be offended by that. You have been warned. So,

so you, you Hunter Hancock are making your official statement that if you, if you purposefully take your own life. No, no, no, no, no. wrong. Okay. I'm saying in the context of a dog having stringent diet rules that if a person knowingly is like, oh, I really, this bleach seems tasty doing that. Okay. So let me let me change. So you Hunter Hancock are saying that if someone takes their own life by knowingly taking,

by drinking bleach, they go to hell. I'm going to say I, I will have to confidently say yes. All right. On the record. So if you take your own life by ingesting something, or you ate a bunch of batteries. You had a bunch of batteries because I'm sure that would count as ingesting something that would kill you. Yes. I think so. Yes. Yeah. Okay. But any other form and I'll be completely honest. This

is a thought that I've had for 30 seconds. So it is not very well thought out. But I'm just trying to find rules of why dogs go to hell. All right? Because I know a lot of people are going to say dogs can't do anything wrong. They're beautiful little puppers. Right. And I agree.

But there has to be rules. rules dog rules why didn't you put something that's actually like a bad thing like biting kids or you know but chasing the mailman or something like that because to me I'm like that's just that's just dogs way that's the dog's way

so that's the dog's way but eating garlic is punishable by hellfire absolutely because dogs like to eat all kinds of stuff they eat shit that doesn't kill and they eat everything and it's just like you can eat anything you want puke you can drink your own piss you can eat shit you can eat whatever you want you just can't eat these things see what I mean it's like

there's a lot of freedom but he's just like they're just like dog god the god is he says he says no he says no he says no grapes rough rough everyone's like okay fine

no dark chocolate bark rough and like no garlic I'm pretty sure also the list of things dogs it's pretty extensive things dogs can't eats and a freeze that one's on there grape chocolate macadamia nuts

see how random is that nope no macadamia nuts avocados dogs can't eat avocados yeast dough onions can't have onions chives that's ironic bones that can't be dairy products garlic raw eggs salt citrus nuts onions cherries

I mean like what exactly that I mean nothing if anything they're already fucking demons anyways don't eat anything on earth the compounded the compounded like dry nuggets that we pour into your bowl that's all you can have

so if you're if your if your theory is correct then most dogs because most dogs will have a little bit of that of their life and not die so most dogs are going to hell as far as you think I think Disney did a disservice by saying all dogs go to heaven I don't necessarily know also now that we've gotten to the

breaks of this conversation Hunter Hancock's good from sources across the web I see all these these lists right not once Isaiah not once is bleach on here well I feel like that's like saying don't ingest razor blades or a bomb well I think it's okay what if they're what if every dog it does that thing like in a cartoon where they eat it and their their belly goes really big for a second it goes back down I mean then I guess it'd be okay but then according to you they would go to hell when they die and dogs drink bleach I think that's a bad thing I type into your search search so I'm joking. Cut that. Can. No. Can dogs drink an electric collar. Can dogs? No, bleach.

They will get poisoned by bleach. Guys, editor note, put in, do not give your dogs bleach. Thank God I read this before. Also, also editor, put in an editor note that says Hunter Hancock's official statement. If a dog ever ingest anything, he's not supposed to, or if you, as a human ingest something that kills you knowingly or otherwise you go to hell. Yeah, I think that we find today's theme. I think that it's going to be just finding out what exactly makes you go to hell.

And I'm going to have to be the voice of those. And I'm sorry. Okay, what makes people go to hell then? I'm even going to say it now. I'm going to say that if humans, you have the same kind of, uh, every time a human eats a grape, they're going to hell. That's what I'm going to say. Every time, like every time you eat something that's poisonous to a dog, you're going to

hell. That's only fair. So most, so most humans are going to hell. I, and you know what? Honestly, I would say nearly all of them actually. I would say that's true. If it's really heaven, Isaiah, I would assume not a lot of people is not busy. You got it.

You got to give me that one. Right. I don't, I don't actually have to give you anything. You got to. For the sake of the bed, I'll entertain your theory that heaven is empty because anyone that's ate an onion is not allowed it. I mean, like, that's the biggest irony of all. Why'd you put it down there?

Why'd you eat it? Just because it doesn't mean have to eat it. You're like, ah, shit, okay. Because that's the thing, two words in heaven. Isaiah, two words. Elbow room. And that's what makes it heaven. Oh.

So there's like seven people up there. I would at least say a baker's dozen. It's entirely like babies that like died young, too young to eat onions. And I'm not going to, I'm not going to touch the baby thing. I'm not going to be a verdict on that. I will only be a verdict. now you're not going to touch to that controversial.

I'm not trying to say anything controversial. Right. Log four? Log four. Log four, I think. The dogscape. That's what we call it. We sit around campfires and cook the whelps we collect from the dog trees.

The only flammable material we have is the acrid fur that grows everywhere. It offends all senses. But soon, the meal is prepared. The only food sources are the dog trees and the mother mounds. Some foolish enough dick for meat. Though the reward is great, many don't come back. For the dog flesh regrows above them, trapping them inside the moist ground. Primitive tools are forged from bones and leather, such as shovels and knives and clothes.

I have lived here for as long as I can remember. There are faint shimmers of the time before the dog flesh. But what use is there dwelling on the past when they cannot fill our stomachs in the present? I'm our tribe's scribe. My name is Doc. I used to have a real name, but it escapes my memory. I record all of our findings and knowledge in my leather pages, using dog blood as ink. There were times when there were more of us.

The tribes started with as many as 60 people. Now our numbers are as few as 20. Our leader is Keefe. He instructs us to find blood, build shelter, and bring fire. He abuses his power, taking five wives and eating more than his share of the food. that those who speak against him meet death in the night. It is hellish, but there's no other choice. Without guidance, we will die out here.

So he must remain under his leadership. I like the idea of like I had a name, but I forgot it. There's too many dogs to remember what my name was. There's so many dogs that I am just called Spot. No, I'll tell you what, this is hell. Imagine the only meals you get are dog meat, dog titty milk, and then like a polyamorous. couples all around you just uh just like becoming engorge from dog meat what it what is this

portland got him ooh got him got him portland just becomes like a mass of flesh and bird it's like what is this portland they changed the scenery around here again what is alt j going to play down the road later. The tribe has like a court gesture. He's just walk around the whole time. Like, what is this? Portland? No one knows what Portland does.

So the tribe leader is taking five wives. So the rest of them are just like, well, I guess I'll just sit around here. Yeah, sip on titty milk and fucking pause. You know, until we have to go get up tomorrow and do it all over again. Yeah. Why don't you, they just. killed himself well there because there's no onions bleach or that's right that's right that's right yep yep it's true it's true they can't go to hell

so they're already there if you find a big dog mouth you could just put an onion in it and then that would that would save the world right all the you know imagine dog scape there are no avocados grapes no that oh that would you know that would make sense that would actually track that good reasoning good reasoning I want to take a moment to thank today's sponsor, ORA. It's still the spooky season when something as scary as identity theft could be around the corner. I mean, take a look at this report. It's insane the amount of personal information on here that data brokers could have access to.

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Thank you so much, Rich, for sponsoring the show. Now, back to the episode. It has been two days since my last writing. I'm lucky that Keith cannot read, for if he had seen my statements about him, I would be dead. Yesterday, one of our tribe members, Cot, was killed by accidentally stepping into one of the open dog mouths. Oof. His screams of pain as it chewed forced me to crush his skull with a shovel, killing him instantly.

The bastard Keefe claimed Cot's food ration as his own. I can since the others are beginning to tire of Keef's position of power as well. Nobody spoke a word at that night's feast. Will not sleep well tonight, hearing Cot screams in my night. So is this saying he fell into like a mouth that was like big enough to catch a person like a torso inside of and his top half was sticking out. Yeah. Because I imagine if you fall into like a giant dog head, you just, they can't get to you. Yeah. Yeah. Also, it seems like you just suffocate. That's kind of like they made me think whenever they're like, you can dig deeper, but it'll regrow. And I think you just like probably just suffocate and die. Yeah, you're just stuck down there. Or like in Keith's case here, or Kott's case here, it seems like he fell into like a sarlack pit

looking mouth thing and started chewing him up. I fear for my life. Beck was killed in front of us all by Keith today. He refused to continue digging for me, so the monster beat him to death with his bare hands as a sign that he would not tolerate

a refusal to work. I cannot stand for this much longer. Beck was not even an adult. He could not have been more than 17 human years. This brings our numbers down to 18. There's Keefe, his five wives, me, and the remaining eleven diggers and gatherers. The others whispered to me in secret that I should be the leader instead. I guess they think I have all the answers because I'm the scribe.

Only time will tell. I was awoken at the crack of dawn by one of the diggers, Gar specifically. He told me that tonight would be the night. The others had a plan. They want me to announce that I am the new leader during the feast. When he is distracted with rage, they intend to kill him from behind. I tell Gar that I accept his plan and I will assist him tonight. What have I got him myself into?

Damn them all. I told Keefe I planned to replace him. He arose, filled with rage. I waited for the blow to strike him. Never hit Keefe. Instead it hit me. Gar was Keith's spy all along. They dragged me far away from the gardens and tied me to a barren dog tree.

He said that a quick death would not befit me. And I will waste away under the deathly sun. I can just barely reach my journal from here. I suppose this is the end of me. When the sun was highest in the sky, the heat became unbearable. I saw figures on the horizon. They were not human. They were the hounds that come to eat what the humans leave behind.

I thought they were going to eat me. Instead, they went for the blood-soaked meat ropes that held me in place. I was free. I kneeled down to the hounds and looked deep in their eyes. I told them I knew where they could fill their... bellies to the brim. They barked once in what I assumed was confirmation. I stood up and we set off to feast. When we reached the settlement, it was amidst their feast. I approached death in my gaze. Keith was shocked and angry. The diggers and gatherers were quick to his defense. I guess he bribed

them. I whistled and the hounds slinked through the fur to my side. We struck like a lightning bolt. My fists smashed into Keith's face just as my hounds pounced upon his closest guards. Though I was physically weak, I was quite fast. I stole a shovel and quickly buried it at a keef's bloat while he was disoriented. The smell was sickening as I expected from a man like him. The hounds made quick work of the rest. I helped, of course. None were spared.

I made sure I had my vengeance upon Gar. The hounds were quite full by the end. I took my time and buried each corpse or what was left of them. I leave this book upon their graves in the hopes that someone who can understand it finds it. If you do, take heed of these words. Dogscape knows all and is strict but fair. She provides justice where justice is due.

End of log four. This is, yeah, that was log four. So it seems that each logs from a different point of view, right? And I like the vignettes that some people don't interact with people at all. Some are in these weird like caveman-esque tribes where it's keel or be. killed the dog scape almost has like he almost has a conversation with it where they both understand what the other one wants um it's fascinating how again it's collaborative so different people have different perspectives but uh it's fascinating how much can be done with like a barren

wasteland made of dogs right yeah well i think so far log for is my favorite i think that the uh i think that dog scape is very interesting as a post apocalyptic setting like Even if we never figured out what it was from, I like this environment that's like extremely hostile and kind of silly. Yeah. But I like the idea of like weird tribes, power dynamic type stuff that's starting to form. And then you get these little glimpses and these little vignettes of people that are existing in this post-apocalyptic landscape. I think like that's a lot of fun. Yeah.

Yeah. It's awesome. It's very absurdist, but it does something. It's connected enough or like close enough that you can still feel. feel gross out by stuff, like meat ropes or digging down to flesh and stuff, where it's still relatable enough to be gross, but everywhere else it's totally absurdist. So it's cool that it does that. It still manages to draw a connection despite how strange the world is. Log 5. I had a dog right after the dog scape happened. His name was Carl and he always followed me around. When I was

almost dead from starvation, he got me dog fruits. When I was dying of thirst, he yelled milk in his mouth and got it to me one day his foot got stuck in a mouth and i couldn't get him out so i watched while swallowed him a few years later when i went back carl was right there and he was stretched out i went to pet him except it wasn't him and he bit me wouldn't let go i wonder if people can be part of the dog scape too i miss carl so that's under the idea that you get consumed by the dog scape that you can that the dogs themselves just join into the amass. I wonder if it's kind of like a collective conscious thing too. Like is the

dog scape multiple or is it just all one giant kind of like one giant thought? You know what I mean? Does Carl have personality in there? I don't know. I feel like if they were actual dogs with individuality they'd all be freaking out or panicked or sad. But instead they all

seem like this unified presence of like happiness but hunger um so i don't maybe carl's consciousness was fused into the collective but i don't think he alone is still carl you know yeah i mean it kind of means by like it kind of reads like i reached down and bit me it kind of reads like the end of the uh evangelian remake where everyone joins together in a collective consciousness and then you're kind of just like filled with good memories and thoughts and stuff but everyone shares the same like kind of uh i don't know emotions and everything

you know what i mean like kind of a weird super weird idea that obviously like i like as a human being you can't probably comprehend but it would be like it'd be very odd sharing that consciousness with billions of other entities yeah everything we read is always um it's always mother horse eyes it always comes back to mother horse eyes it's a flesh interface all over again someone help us run log six all is one in the new truth The dog mother is vast beyond imagining and requires many to be kept comfortable and clean. We chosen do not go unrewarded, however. In her vast wisdom, the matriarch gives all we need.

We sup from her vast teat, a hearty meal unlike any other. It invigorates and nourishes us canistodians. Oh, like canine custodians. Canistodians, that's cool. It invigorates and nourishes us canistodians and gives us more than we could ever wish. The time soon approaches, though, to find new workers. The metamorphosis is upon many of us, and soon we will join with the glory of the dog mound. We are so different from the others as they shuffle about down among the foal groves.

Many of us have a thick coat already, and old Lawrence has already begun to walk on all fours. Soon we will shed our mortal selves to be part of the dog mother, our mother. Yeah, I was wondering at what point would it be that the humans just started to believe that they were dogs. That they could transfer into dogs or like maybe by turn themselves over, they mean feed themselves to one of the mouths, you know?

Yeah. Yeah. Like to fuse back into it. Because that previous guy had the thought of like, maybe people can be part of the dog scape. But here it's like, because he says we need younger Canistodians, which again, cool word. But it's like, so maybe the older ones

when they're unable to help the dog mound or whatever, they feed them, they feed their flesh to the earth so they can become a part of the dog mound yeah i always love when stories like this dip into those kind of like weird sacri sacrificial rituals and stuff always so weird what or like it's always weird and uh like uh i don't know uh what is it like uh sorry my brain short circuiting it's weird and um all like all like i'm in awe or whatever what the fuck am i trying to say it's weird and

It's weird and captivating. Sorry. Captivating. It's weird and captivating whenever you get into this thing of like how characters in a story start to justify how they should like sacrifice themselves for a greater cause. I just think it's interesting how you can roll into that. Yeah. I also think it's interesting to have these different competing perspectives to kind of contradict each other in some parts. like there's the tribes that hate it

and like become more primal because of it there's those that feel they need to be solitary there's those that love it and feel they need to worship it it's like interesting the ways different minds kind of break going through this world Log 7

I think we knew the war had been lost the day the general committed suicide the masses of flesh and fur just spread like waves across the cities we found out that whatever it was it was drinking the oceans and eating anything it came across Airstrikes, tanks, bombs, it only slowed it down.

We were living on borrowed time. It was unstoppable. I don't think it was until later that we noticed all the dogs were gone. And then at night, the howling. It was just too much. Former soldiers faced steamed with involuntary tears as he remembered the events. He sat there, wallowing in his own emotions, telling his story to a skeleton he found. unit completely wiped out i saw those tentacles and those mouths and they tore them to shreds i ran away

even when they called for help it's it's it's all your fault the dog tree shifted slightly the many eyes growing around directed their gaze towards the psychopathic man you ruined everything you killed my friends my family god damn everyone he ran and stabbed one of the eyes with a bone fragment a howling noise emerged and a nearby dog tree swatted him several yards broke a few ribs when he hit the ground

coughed a bit of blood but he got back up and charged again this time he ran towards one of the open mouths around and kicked several of its teeth out bit his foot in response costing him a tow or two he was so full of adrenaline he was incapable of registering in any kind of pain

he beat and tore and bited the flesh with his bare hands until he was knee-deep in blood and gore One of the tubes he tore spilled some sort of digestive fluid all over him. It burned, but he had to go on. Doug and dug with his bare hands until the ground started to close above him. He kept digging until he found them. The heart and brain. He laughed at his fortune of finding both of them so close to each other.

He jammed his hands deep into the gray matter, disturbing the contents and slowly losing oxygen in his tunnel of meat. He gasped and clawed at the heart. tearing it out of place, collapsed and blacked out. He awoke to many tentacles burying themselves in his body. One hit his spinal cord

infused with his brainstem. A flood of thought hit him all at once as he suddenly became one with the dog scape. More tentacles connected themselves to his vital organs as he became assimilated. He saw through every eye in the lands and he felt every single nerve on the planet.

Healing factor continued tearing him apart but adding new pathways and connections. It wasn't long until he was entirely consumed. His memories faded away as his brain was reorganized to replacing the one he had destroyed. That's pretty cool. Yeah, it's just a mass of flesh, like a giant conglomerate that consumes anything

and just re-registers it for its own system. And we get a little bit of the... Any living creatures building material. We get the... A little glimpse as well of like the event of the happening, like just a kind of like random apocalyptic day that occurred when everything kind of changed. Yeah, like they, as he said, they drank the oceans, ate up everything, like a giant mass, woke up all at once, took over for the world. I want to take a quick moment to thank today's sponsor, Babel.

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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 and 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. It's a warning to others that might be out there. I ran into something terrible today. Well, the whole dog scape is terrible,

I mean more terrible. I think even among the dog scape, 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. The blood I'm using doesn't really come off the paper, and I can't waste anybody 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. To 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 dog. I didn't really think much of it at first, just thought I'd 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, and 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, 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 my 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 mouse along the armed things. I 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, the mouth I didn't even see when I started climbing the dog pillar, bit down on it, and then one in the ground, and they started chewing at it, 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 a nightfall to night, I felt like I had to make sure the dog scape had killed it and went to the pillar. But I saw no trace of it. But 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 finished 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 like 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 dog scape doesn't like it doesn't like that it's just it's like a mixed mixed species kind of thing it would make sense because we know it does it to dogs so if people are getting consumed by it probably does these weird like it just uses whatever building

materials it has and puts it together like plato to shove stuff back out there you know what the only one that has broken the mold is the one of the soldier, because all the others are first-hand 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 like, it's kind of like all of them were like, I believe this. And because they're all from a first, no, 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.

Who knows what they're actually seen. Yeah, I mean, I prefer the, the personal entries over the logs, yeah. over the uh you know the actual like narrative storytelling of like someone talking about someone else or whatever um but i but you know it all good the same nonetheless but i do wish it was all consistent even if it is uh from other authors i think first person perspective serve a very bizarre setting like this better yeah especially since there's very specifically logs yeah log nine ticks are the only thing that seemed to like this place they're everywhere during the I can see massive clouds of the bastards

flitting across the matted surface, making the flesh of the dog scape quiver as they drink their fill. Sometimes, candid legs of various size and deformity, burst through the surface to scratch at them. It doesn't work. All the dog scape 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 leach 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. Well, little clothes remained on him were stretched over them.

Well, little clothes remained on him were stretched over them. There 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 is horrible.

I like log 9 a lot for a couple of 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 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 leg 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. I've normally disfigured leg coming up with and scratching

like a dog like that would be so creepy looking yeah. Uh 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.

Yeah. That sounds absolutely terrifying. The tick man is by far my favorite so far. Tickman's pretty sick. Tickman's cool. Log 10 Today is the fifth day of the 12th month

of the 654th year So 654 years Into the dog scape I think that's what they're saying Yeah My gosh, okay Ours is the final generation After us the dog scape

Will be all that is left And all remaining men Will either absorb into mother dog Or perish from this Wiffley Dine 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 women 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 they're not safe for work tags come in it's interesting to have a group that is 600 and 54 years into this thing, because 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, this is, they would become like these primal animal stuff, you know?

It's terrifying. Our tribe's woman was taken several months ago. The 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. And 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. 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 send. sir. We're going to bleep out everything that needs to be bleeped out. All right. So it's just going to be be just a lot.

All right. Mother dog sex organs dot the landscape like seized watering molehills and the dog flesh. God. Fucking dog pussy molehills is disgusting.

watering molehills too is such a, oh, God. That's 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 honor oh gosh

yeah I'm just kind of like digesting the idea of a man having sex with dogosy and 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's scape apocalypse. Society or values or anything like that. Yes. Yeah. These are

rabid human beings. If you can't even call them that anymore. They're like animals. Yeah. They're running around and they're animals. Um, so we got to censor some of the words. Yeah. We'll, we'll censor it.

Yeah. We'll censor it. Yeah. We'll send. They have no reason ever to move from their mound. In this way, men forget the world around them and become obsessed with mother dog. Now not only a mother, but a lover or two. And is there everything? It's common to see skeletons,

either bear or being picked apart by dogs. Their pelvis is still pressing into a dog mound. Surrounded by the still wreaking stench of their own filth. I like how they're comparing a dude fucking a doggy on the side of like a hill to like that of a person. that was like left to die on Everest and they're just like you know what I mean

just like bodies are just left there yeah just laying around yeah I also like so I actually no easy I like how brutal this depiction is of like

how far the world is going because it's very very intense but there's also almost a connection made between it and like like a 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 the bottery and yeah yeah it's an interesting 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 story so far works best in this apocalyptic landscape with like this tribal kind of like I still I think the tribe makes the most sense 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 it was like oh it's been a year or something that yeah yeah it's been a year I am I am wall dock commander of the tribe blah blah blah um 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, yeah, yeah, yeah. That's interesting. Today is the 27th day of the 12th month, the 654th year. As I predicted, the former members of my tribe have slowly but surely fallen into a degenerate lives of mound humbers. The desperate scum have forgotten their own humanity. Sickening. I vow never to fall into that disgusting state. And so I will walk this lonely depraved dog scape scape-dog search.

can't end this way solve humanity uselessly and 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. I was about to say,

I was about to make a joke and say me scrolling through Twitter. Yeah, there you go. Surely humanity cannot give themselves away to blah. But it does kind of like, that's why I was kind of getting at earlier when it's like 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. No need for anything more than immediate satisfaction. Yeah. Like an animal. Which, yeah, I do think it's like, I think whoever's right in this is certainly digging a bit at like gooner

culture. I hate, I know I've said it before, but I hate that the word goon got used for that because now I'm just stuck with it forever. I don't. Because it's far. too late to change anything. I think you knew what you were done.

No, no, but no, 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, 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. Her 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 credibly rarely just one come across a man who is not mesmerized with the 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. So. Well, how do you want to approach this one hunter? How do you want what what's the game what's getting some advice for our okay getting some advice from our defensive coordinator up in this day and what do you think like I said the uncensored thing will be on Patreon but this will be bleep so

to keep the it's a trick at like I said bumpy road bumpy road I mean it's it's it's awful 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 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. Yeah, very messed up. A very, very brutalist depiction.

It's not to compare the story to peak. But it's in some ways reminiscent of Cormick 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 there's 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 six hundred sixty third year my woman is pregnant i have watched over her protected her from the wild mongrels that still roamed the dog scape. When the swarms of ticks came, I covered her in a hide. I wonder if we're 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 invented. 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. With 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 cannot be cut. Next I went for the umbilical core 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 rip 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 the dog scape will not tolerate disloyalty any longer and so I commit myself to this dog mount To become truly One with Mother Dog No What a damn fool I was forever

Thinking I could beat this world Ah Ha ha ha ha ha Uh It's Dude it is messed up This is this whole story's messed up Gosh

Oh man My boy had to give in to the dog gussy at the end That's so, so sad. Well, he came to the conclusion there when as soon as a child was born, the dog scape took it. Yeah, there's no hope. He's hopeless. There's nothing. Like, almost like a clarity he got that, yeah, these guys that are just getting pleasure until they die,

that's probably the best move at this point. Years before he saw another human being. There never is hope. Years since he saw a tribe or another human being and that's when he saw 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. Mm-hmm. 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 scape. So all you've done is just help the dog scape. Man. And the mounds are so brutal.

they're so gross and it's I mean that that entry was rough but that entry was rough but it certainly got its point across

you know yeah 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 stopped You're welcome. So I'll say immediately, looking at this next century, 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.

Our 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 there are anything like us, the generations surely have changed here. As we approached, I am puzzled, where the planet appears much different than our records indicate. The planet is a brown color, not blue, and 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 space-faring 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 joke fur and dog faces? I don't either. 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. Might as well 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. They 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 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 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 it if i was on the like original thread seeing this get put i would be like we're not including that guy yeah if you're a judge that one 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 hand 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. Oh, all right, editor, get that bleep around 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 inlessly, they seemed to stop. It appeared that they finally sensed me. 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... Okay. Okay. I feel like after 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 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. 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. Here's the stuff in the ground. I feel like everyone else. It's like, oh, we can be, we can do that, which I also have to mention, 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 like, okay, dude, at least the first,

at least with the part 10, it felt like there's a cohesiveness, 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 grass but it held on then to my whore it started pulling me to the middle of the organ patch i frantically began to fight to get loose for i knew what it wanted more dog paw sprouted up and began pulling me i knew i didn't stand a chance i knew that i would be joined with dogmother in the end so i silently accepted my fate at least i would die happy so what what may me start laughing so hard. He's like,

I knew what it wanted is like pulling me in. I just imagine to go like, no, like his pants are around his angles. God. No, please stop. Cut that too.

Believe that. Believe that one too. Oh. But yeah, I just, I just have a feeling that after that got introduced, people probably don't let it go. 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? But

it just, it points it out in creative ways, how terrible it is most of the time. Log 13. While archaic, tribal worship of the dogmother, and all its visible and fleshy glory, its 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. The exact details change from tribe to tribe, year to year, but the basics never change. It's the legend of the beginning of the dog scape, 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

Soon, 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 got honor look God dog he showed up or no you said dog God God God God God

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 dog Either way, there's your bear trap. Yeah, yeah. Because as we know, this super 100-year-old dog would be called God Dog.

Felt sympathy for God Dog. She released him and concurrently the all-consuming hell that is the dog-scape. The enraged beasts 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 dog-scape was spreading like wildfire. Its mawn gnashing at everything that moved. Its hide spreading over soil. stone and sea what is the name with this horrible demon it fair honor what 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 armed mayor a duke and yet the dog mother is mostly, certainly feminine. Well, it has 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. I 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, why explain any of this? Yeah, there's no point. Yeah, the dog scape's fun when it's like a giant world of dog flesh that you have to like

get milk from that. That's cool. The more that I have to think about how it works, the less that I want to enjoy it or what came from. It is. 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.

Yeah. Yeah, oh, that, see, I was really, 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, like, samples a lab had that would turn the world into flesh. God, that makes sense. Now that you say that, God, Dog, God, dog.

You literally said God Dog and Marmaduke. 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? A television? I feel like this person was trolling This post 13 Yeah it's named Marmaduke Like of course he wants There's no way he was taking it seriously Yeah Armad Miram

Duke yeah marmaduke yeah Yeah he was like What's the dog Or do you think people were like, he said dog God? He said dog God. He said dog. Okay, true that is true. He did say, 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 scroll through that website?

That's probably pretty true as well. 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 undulation. hills. There 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 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 a gray skin tag. I fold and shape the waxy fur onto the insinulating 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've found. 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. The 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? The 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 if 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. 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 comes some. subtle rendering 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. I 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 smile. 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 and the cold cloud around. around me. On my ass, I appeared in 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 sound 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 rives 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 at connected flesh and then bit at it.

The blood shot out in spurts, and I drank my blood. my fill. I was covered in viscera. I struggled to fill my skin bladders. The cleft shuttered around me, and I knew I must leave it immediately. The 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 drank blood out of was just mom growing a little bit. The dog stretch mark. It's a bit bigger.

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. get to my goal, but I do not know what my goal is. I've walked for what seems like months in the darkness. I climbed down a huge mass of frigid dog flesh, just 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. then get caught in a fit of coughing. I don't know what I'm standing on, but it is not the mother. I 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 often. 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 its 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 leaden so what was he drinking there I can't tell I can't tell if it's something

I mean he said it was 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 danger, 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, remaining energy. Moisture trickles down my throat. Yeah. So he's talking about, I don't know. I walked, I climbed down a huge mass. A 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. It's a billowing hair and cold, dandry waterpile 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 on it our markings placed there by some person's hand but I do not know what they say AIS1 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? Yeah. 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 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 moved towards it feebly. I am so cold. I pull on the handle, set into the panel, but it does not move. Small red light flashes above it.

I pull harder, but it does not move. I pull again, jumping, but lose my balance and lurched to the ground. 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. A 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. Okay. 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, 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. So 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. So 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 dog, 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 that's sick. That was my favorite one by far. So after that, there's a final epilogue. My name is Charles Montel of Arctic Ice Station 1.

The abomination is not here. It is too cold. Tigger and I are the last survivors. We are 14 nautical miles south of the North Pole, directly north of Vancouver. Trongulate our position based on this radio signal. This message repeat. 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. So 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 dog scape died in the cold. The last remnant's 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 like the classic image of like man's best friend dined 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 was 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 and 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, yeah, break your immersion a bit. But I enjoyed it. What did you think? I liked it. I understand some people may not like the intensity of some of the things around like the way the tribe treats on. 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 worked. The parts I hated were the alien part and try, like the whole Marmaduke joke, I think you can't even know without. But again, that one feels like a troll. like dog god again unironically but 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 it shut the door first so easy make yourself for him shut the door but he's never seen a door he doesn't know how they work

because the 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 um and the radio's 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 yeah those last few parts were excellent i feel yeah i think it tied in that kind of like uh the distancing of uh the human race in a way where it kind of feel worth it in the end and 14 an epilogue yeah where we had that build up in the beginning and it 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, the dog gussy everywhere. That's going to be going to be a bit gross everywhere. You know what I mean? I mean, it's, it's gross. But, again, it's like, it's disgusting the visual, but men give in to that disgust, right? Like, 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 them out, as it said. Like, and, um, they victimize any women they come across. Like,

they become monsters, you know? It's disgusting, but they are, humanity's become just as disgusting to keep up with it. And that. And that?

Which is creative. And that within itself is the epitome of dog scape. That's the 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 so hopefully there's more stories like that we can read in the future but until next day everybody stay creeped also give your dog a pat on the head

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