Mission Log #0008 // Pollen Crash

I lost control of my character since my last #MissionLog entry.

I regained control this afternoon, and am trying to assess the situation.

Here’s how it happened.

This is the last image I made on site, before I got jacked out of the system:


It’s not obvious, if you are not an expert, but my character here is making a selfie in the company of two, hugely grown ragweed plants.

I mentioned the unusually strong pollen situation in this country. I also mentioned in my previous entries, that I’m going to attend a special meeting of sorts.

The meeting, or as we call it, the #Convergence, was located at a #MissionSite, much larger in scale than what my character has authority over, and it’s different – it’s a 15 hectare orchard and farm, regularly set up, so it is looking conventional, but it is run according to the #Principles, of course, otherwise we wouldn’t have been there.

I do have all the memories from before I faded out, and the day started pretty okay. The toxic shock arrived when the Sun came out under the blanket of clouds and the big clumps of ragweed went into full dispersion mode.

The symptoms appeared, got stronger and stronger, and I blacked out around dawn.

Two weeks passed.

For me, subjectively, it was just a moment, a few seconds of dark emptiness, with echoes of this reality – like a dream state. It felt like a short time, but it’s entirely possible that everything my character experienced was indeed filtered to me realtime.

I do have access to the accumulated memories of my character, from this time period – a little blurry, but they are there, and they are barely indistinguishable from those that I actually played through.

Strange. I hope it never happens again, and I do think it must be some sort of a glitch – spending only a week in the game, and going offline for two weeks of game time seems unintended – but only the #Developers could answer in detail.

And that, they never do.

Unfortunately, since he was in a sort of downtime mode – He was going through recovery, barely doing even #Work at all. Getting no instructions from me, he doesn’t seem to have accomplished much in this time period, in terms of #Mission objectives – which makes sense, if you think about it.

You play the game to win it – to achieve the goals of your character. If he could make significant progress during this, let’s say, #Downtime, why would it be engaging for you, as a #Player?

The #Convergence was still fruitful, even if I was barely conscious during its latter half, I will write more about that in my next #MissionLog.

For now, I’m just happy I got back to the controls.

We lost some valuable time here – we need make it up somehow.


Mission Log #0005 // Reorientational Calibrations

So, I’m well aware of the fact, that there’s hardly a point in reading, let alone writing a #MissionLog, if the #Mission itself is unclear.

But I just can’t delve into that yet, for several reasons.

First, the #Mission is more like a concept, rather than a unique goal, which could be easily identified. I think I could describe it in a single sentence, but only through utilizing a largely reductionist approach. And more often than not, when we leave stuff out, and settle for a sketchy result, we end up with something that lacks any particular meaning at all.

Second, the #Ascent is a rough and complex process. I acquire more and more data on a daily basis by accessing newly downloaded background information about my character – memories, thoughts, plans and dreams. This is as much an ‘on-the-fly’ operation for me as it is for you guys.

Third, I would have a hard time if I had wanted to identify a clear starting point in this story. I’m afraid, you all have to accept, that this is an in medias res endeavour.

I don’t even understand why writing this #MissionLog is necessary – all I know that it is required: it’s part of the #Mission.

The #Mission is a loose, comprehensive set of goals, which is broken down into certain tasks, small phases in a long, possibly epic workflow, and all-encompassing adventure I signed up for, when I have taken control of this character. I think that, for ease of use, I will refer to any of them, these Mission-segments, as a #Quest.

So, what have we done today?

I’ve been investigating. Tracking down sources to an apple tree-sapling, which could thrive in the #Garden, which means we are looking for a local variety. I contacted experts, and I will give it a go locally as well, however: this is an area what we can consider as lost local knowledge (I might need to come up with a suitable tag for that).

Varieties of fruit species, that have been used locally for centuries, gave way to new varieties optimized for factory farming – and strangely enough, these new varieties, that require a very specific method to produce the desired results, have made their ways into the local orchards and gardens, outside the factory farms, resembling miniature mimicries of these establishments, even though they are suboptimal for this kind of growth practice, and if not dangerous, but certainly counter-productive, if we want to create an optimally working ecosystem around our homes.

The local varieties don’t need special care, and fit into the #Garden effortlessly, so we intend to plant one of these.

This new apple tree will be the first tree planted by my character, and it has a special purpose.

As I mentioned, I believe (we don’t have access to information about the #Code), the #Ascent is smoother if the would-be character is going through a period which is already kind of transitional in their life. Hence the September 1 launch of this certain project – it is an optimal time of change from a seasonal and astronomical aspect.

But there are other signals of this being a new transitional period.

One of these more foundational changes is that my character lost its spiritual guide in the weeks just before my #Ascent. This guide, or spirit helper chose the shape of a dwarf rabbit, before interconnecting its life with his new apprentice.

Its name was Moses.

Moses spent 8,5 years with him, offering constant telepathic counseling and several supporting services, like offering its forehead for scratching, a greatly stress-relieving process for rabbit and human alike. Here is the last known image of them both:




Moses was buried in the #Garden.

The new apple tree will serve as a beacon, helping its spirit bond with the astral layer of the #Garden, where it can perform its guardian and maintenance duties in this particular form of existence, all the while bearing the very fruits into our ecosystem he very much liked in his previous form.

Mission Log #0001 // Ascent

I assumed control not much after midday, which is signified by the ring of an analogue church bell at this location.

The sound of the bell is clearly audible in the premises of the whole settlement. 2000 is also signaled by the same sound, as I knew from background data, and experienced it myself as well, later in the day.

It is the first day of calendar autumn, which meant the first working day after a two week long sabbatical for my character – a sort of back on track moment, a logical point in time for my #Ascent.

The day progressed as per the predetermined #Timetable, with time slots alloted to #Work.

#Work is an activity that is considered an ongoing side-assignment that generates income for my character. This income is used for self-sustain, and to provide material goods used for creating a physical environment that is more suitable for the execution of the #Mission.

#Work is usually done on the computer, and largely related to digital content creation in a #Freelancing arrangement.

More on this later, as the current compromise in allotted time for strictly #Mission related activities and others are based on a more elaborate concept that requires a depth of analysis currently incompatible with the #MissionLog format itself.

After #Work, an hour long physical training sequence, while listening to a quite illuminating podcast episode about engaging storytelling.

A small calibration anomaly drove my character to skip #Garden and move on straight to #Recon.

Here’s an image from the evening walk:


Later, in the pub, a group of strangers asked if I could get them a stripper.

They turned out to be members of a bachelor party group from the #City, lodging in probably the most established guest house of the village.

Acquiring the services of a qualified stripper in this location is outside the realm of possibilities, to the best of my knowledge – but I directed them to the very owner of the establishment they inhabit currently.

If there is a creative solution, Viktor will come up with it.

Sadly though, at that hour – approximately 2032 – on an average Friday evening, he might already be too close to the FUBAR state to come up with anything resembling creative.

This concerns me:


This is a heap of used metal, currently residing in the front #Garden for reasons unknown.