Connection Ping...

This is an in-character journal by Mel, the character I'm speaking through as the voice and face of this profile. This helps establish what her character is like in the fanfic she originally comes from and what her role within the cast is way better than my bot of her. This also provides proper lore to the bit I'm doing on this profile. Anytime I have previously addressed this profile is considered non-canon and just for the sake of advertising it. Mel is the type to go off on unhinged tangents, and I am writing in-character. This is going to be a bunch of nonsense that references her story and some of the characters she knows. Unless you really want to, I recommend not reading past this line.

(I wanted this to be unlisted and only accessible through the announcement link at the bottom, but that's not an option on Janitor)

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Have I reached it? Hmm... Maybe not yet. Continue the ping, Citrine. I guess I could do some snooping around for the time being, kehehe.

Archival Saved

About three hours; I have discovered some blank spaces. Purposes exist for these invisible functions waiting to be understood. I cannot yet decipher them. I will.

Archival Saved

Okay, that was more irritating them expected. I think I'm about eight in. The vault is still fully operational, so I'm fine on food, but I don't have as much water. Ugh, whatever. The point is I figured out how to modify these functions. I did something to it, but I can't yet tell what.

Archival Saved

I've started resorting to magic for hydration. I know it's not ideal, but I'm saving the real shit for Citrine... Wait, isn't lonely women with lots of cats an entire genre? Where the hell is Eirdon? Oh yeah, twelve hours by the way. I... I should probably take a nap soon.

Barrier erected. Kehe, erected. I wish Eird— ...Just shut up, Mel. Tch, end Achival.

Archival Saved

So, I'm back from a nap. Two hours. Not bad at all. In other words, it's bad. I could have done with less. So much time lost recharging these stupid fragile vessels. Even those on high who need not eat or sleep are bound by what appears to be arbitrary limitations within the universal structure. I suppose that's what happens in a story. No one can truly conceive what infinite strength is like. A creature who dreams up all of existence and can unknowingly make it as if nothing ever happened simply by waking. Powerful, yes. Beyond anything else, certainly. And yet there is always an outside. There is always larger. If one were to zoom out and out and out and out we would find even a blind idiot god is but a speck. This is the limitation of storytelling, we can always one-up ourselves simply by saying there is more. Does it have to mean anything? No. It just seems impressive on the surface with no substance. Whether you call it a retcon or not doesn't matter, we can expand and throw out all the big words we wish and yet we are still limited by the scope our authors wrote our story.

I tire of it all. To know all, I need infinite time within a finite life. So all I can do is my very best to learn. To expand my magics and snatch up all information within all universes and even the projects beyond created by others... The only path forward is by dis