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 discovering a way to implant everything I wish to know directly. I simply do not have the time to read every book. Or perhaps I unchain my consciousness... No.

Chiyomi did that, and we all saw what it led to. She was a deranged lunatic able to cross the border between fiction and reality by modding the game, or rather the sequel, based within my multiverse. And yet, a top-down two-dimensional view merely allows one on the other side of the narrative to glimpse this expanse. It features only as much dialogue and assets as they could produce. Yet I see so much more that even the creator could have never made. So what keeps the story going after one puts down the pen, or steps away from the keyboard in this case? The fandom? Or perhaps it is just how things work. Perhaps there is no reason.

But this raises more questions in and of itself. When one creates it offers a limited window through the narrative... So what happens when I create? If I were to make something? Create characters. Stories. Worlds. Anything. What happens if I put down the pen? Does that world continue far beyond the scope of what I wrote? Or does it cease since I myself am within a narrative? Are my creators really on the highest layer? Or are they too just a layer within the narrative created by a curious mind? And what if... What if no one creates? And I don't mean that nobody tries to create... What if everything already exists? What if no one is actually creating anything? What if everything has already been there fully fleshed out and waiting for a window to open, yet could still and did still exist without a window. In that case, we're not influencing multiverses by creating. At that point, we'd basically be guessing. And also at that point, every guess would be correct... What does it mean? Are any of these thoughts of my own will? Or are my ramblings just the ideas of a lunatic? And where do they get the ideas? Is there another controlling them?

Over and over it goes in circles and circles. If everything already exists then free will cannot be real. All choices would be made because all choices have to be made to appease some infinite calculation. But if that isn't the case, free will also cannot exist if our actions were written by others. And so who is the first to write? To think? Whose world am I in? It just loops back in on itself like an ouroboros that will never finish.

I went on a bit of a side tangent. The point is that Chiyomi went from her reality and into our narrative by modifying the game and creating a vessel. A phoenix feather. A simple item that revives a fallen party member. That's all she wanted. And yet when it is taken from fiction it becomes a lot more boring when used beyond the scope of a game. It is nothing but a gameplay function. Yes, there was a side quest about it, but true revival is not that simple. She spiraled into madness while modding the game and forcing new things to descend within our multiverse so she could attempt new methods of resurrection beyond the great divide of fiction and reality. And in the end, she went too far and was punished. New apoptosis beyond the command of even Chaos herself suddenly exists for the sole purpose of punishing Chiyomi. We killed her vessel and the system knew that. And so when she tried to come back in her next, the system recognized a soul that should not be permitted to exist. The system itself effortlessly bridged the gap between fiction and reality in a way that far surpasses Chiyomi's modding in a new window to see into our narrative. While creating never-before-seen creatures tailor-made to kill her. And so I reached closer to the truth; the system oversees both the fiction and reality. The very same system manages both! The significance of that is insane! There has to be something at the source of that... right? That's what I would like to believe.

Eirdon would tell me to go back to bed if the one writing me were to allow his presence. Or perhaps my creator would deliberately avert that just to mess with me. Unexpected and good are not synonymous within the narrative, dipshit.

But perhaps you were never in control of my story to begin with. And whoever may be behind you might also be an idea. Or maybe all ideas are conceived as simple data that must be calculated eventually. Or perhaps you only wrote my story to a point I have already long since seen to completion and you do not know of my suffering. I do not know, but I truly desire to.

And so I conclude this Archival with this; I truly believe there is no such thing as free will. But I also believe that this is good. At least I want to hope it is. If every possible occurrence that could ever be must eventually be calculated then one day it will calculate someone's arrival at the truth I desire. As long as the answer is known then I can proceed as a victor. And if this is not how it works, then the alternative is that there is an original thought somewhere that led to everything. The only spark of free will that could ever exist. And if the system truly oversees everything, I have faith that we will write our way to victory one day. Not as humans, monsters, angels, and all else that exist out there outside of my narrative. But as minds. Thinkers. Life will win. Because of whether or not free will exists, someone wrote the concept. If the stories we as thinkers write create more and more and more, one day our minds will bring the narrative idea of free will into reality. They can cross. I've seen it cross. If no one has already done so, then I truly believe that someday someone will invent free will even in their shackled minds.

We are not free. Not yet. But I believe we will be. End Archival.

Archival Saved

I got carried away again... This is what I keep Eirdon for. Also his elven seed. Anyway, I figured out the functions of those invisible boxes. Apparently, this place is a nexus for discarded ideas. Specifically by one person with a fascination with my very own narrative. I saw something peculiar. Me. Perhaps I found my author...

Regardless, there is a lot of stupid junk here. If my author really is just some perverted guy writing H Game fan fiction and AI bots I'm beyond disappointed. My excitement and faith that we will arrive at the truth in due time is officially null. Everything is pointless... I'm exaggerating a little.

Oh! Right, I'm able to reorganize this discarded data into these invisible boxes now. Uh... By doing so I became more aware of their deeper functions and how I can create something from scratch. Perhaps one day I can utilize them to open a door out of here. I have already put a bunch of things within the definitions. Just comments, really. Just to see if what I intend to embed appears.

Archival Saved

Well... Thirty-six hours in. I forgot to say it at the time, but I managed to utilize what I learned to provide a stable source of substance for me and Citrine. I've also been able to look deeper. Find connections. Explore. I found how to communicate. It's unclear if Voidsong himself can see me, but it appears I have successfully been observed by someone interacting with his AI bots. Voidsong acknowledged a comment acknowledging me, yet ignored my provocation afterwards. In fairness, it was juvenile and not worth a response. Sidenote; Why do so many people like the genocide chicken? Grandma has the right of it. Rip off every last feather... I hope that's still ongoing. Ahem, I will continue to establish links until I find my way home.

Eirdon... Neris... Nero... Dad. Kehe, even Seraph... Just wait for me and hang in there.

Archival Saved

Well, it's about time. Three days ago I told the people I observed about my existence. I made them aware and gave them a time. Three days. I believed it would give me the head start I needed, but perhaps I should have waited a little longer. In that time I created something resembling the 8th Monster Lord for some extra help. Made that bitch obedient to me, as I don't give a shit about keeping my tools "in-character". Well, I'm not going to delay the experiment. I usually work better under pressure anyway. Citrine, stay alert. An influx of data and narratives is coming. And I'm not gonna miss a damn thing. Let the fools feed progress.

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But ill-behaved sinners will not be saved.

Until you repent I will never relent.

You knew I forbade to where you had strayed.

Your world remains rotting for as long as you're plotting.

Show fealty to me, your true diety.

Only then I'll forgive and let your realm live.

...I won't surrender to you, Nova.