Map & Pre-Stagnant [By Sparky]

First's first. I made a map of all the known areas in Blogland so far. This is only in Battle For Blogland though, as I also realize that Central is pictured differently for each one of you.

This was originally intended just to be a reference and small thing for me to work on in-between writing and work, but I ended up making an animation too, so here we are.



The quality is bad because I had to render it through Sony Vegas Pro after the After Effects render too, because otherwise it would have been 2.12 GB, and would never have gone anywhere. And Youtube also automatically makes the quality worse.

And in other news, Sparky wrote this short thing in BFB leading up to Chapter 12. Interesting, considering something she wrote was one of the inspirations to writing BFB to begin with. So anyway, enjoy that. Credit to Sparky.

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After running for what felt like an eternity, we stop. Or, really, Zath and Flame collapse, Ivy and Nix following suit less than a second later. I stand breathing loudly, collecting my thoughts.

Lynx is dead.

I can vaguely feel my fists clenching. Lynx is dead, and it's my fault. I said we should go back to Central. I said we should fight head on. My arrogance directly lead to the death of a loved one. Momentarily blinded by rage I kick savagely, somehow catching Zath in the ribs. I hear a crack, but cannot care enough to wince. I stumble a few feet away from him, over to Flame.

It's your fault.

I bellow and send a kick into his arm.

It's your fault.

I can't stay here. I'll beat them all into a bloody pulp, and they don't deserve that.

It's your fault.

I deserve that. I walk away, fighting against the wind and the rain, occasionally stopping to unclench and clench my fists. I need to punch something.

Now.

It's your fault.

I spy a small cluster of trees after a while. I walk over to them and slam my fist into the closest one.

It's your fault.

The words burn into my mind, chanting over and over.

It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault.

I punch the tree again. Again. Again.

Lynx is dead.

I can feel hit tears mixing with cold rainwater.

It's your fault.

I let out a broken sob.

You killed her.

With that thought my entire right arm lights up with electricity and as my fist connects with the tree, the trunk explodes. I'm forced back by the impact. I hit the ground and lie on my back, blinking when raindrops hit my eyes. My knuckles sting, and when I look at them I see that the pale skin has split, and the rain is washing the blood away from the vulnerable pink flesh. I stand up and look at the charred remains of the tree.

It's your fault.

I shut my eyes so tight they hurt and clench my fists so hard I swear I've broken the skin. Not that it matters.

"It's my fault." I whisper. I look at the trees again and walk over to them. I hold my arm up tiredly and send a bolt of electricity towards one, causing it to explode like the first. I can still feel the tears leaving my eyes. I start punching another tree.

It's your fault.

It shudders as a scream of anguish tears out of me.

It's my fault.