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BLOBIE STARTS A CAMP WITH CARLOS, FUNNI MAN, 6-BALL, STAMPTON H STAMPTON, AND SPIKE. THEY ARE LOOKING AT THE NEW CAMP SITE WHILE STAMPTON AND 6-BALL WORK ON THE TENT. SPIKE IS TALKING ABOUT THE WATER AND THE BASEBALL TEAM AND THE NOOG HE PLAYS CARDS WITH. ALL GOOD FUN UNTIL. 6-BALL IS WALKING AROUND, CLEARLY UPSET ABOUT SOMETHING. HE WALKS OVER TO THE CAR. ANGLE, HIS BACK IS TO US, WE CAN SEE IT ALL: THE HURT ON HIS FACE, HE'S ASHAMED, CONFUSED. HE WALKS TO THE WINDOW. ANGLE, HIS HAND IS COVERING HIS BACKSIDE. ANGLE, HE TURNS. PETRIFIED. ANGLE, INTO A ROW OF FLAMES THAT SHOOT UP THROUGH THE FRAME. HE STANDS THERE, UTTERLY DESTROYED. BAGEL ENTERS. HE MOVES TO HIS FRIEND, WHO'S BAWLING. THE CAMP, AS WE HEAR: KNOCK, KNOCK. FUNNI MAN'S DOOR. BLOBIE OPENS THE DOOR. HE SMILES. HE'S HAPPY, NON-JUDGMENTAL. HE RUNS TO THE DOOR AND OPENS IT. THE SEVEN OR SO BODIES INSIDE START CRAWLING OUT. WITHOUT CARE, HE BEGINS TO WRITE AN ENTRY: "I'M BLOBIE." THE KIDS SHRIEK, "WHOA." SQUAWK. THAWP, THOUP, THID, THUMP, THUMP. AND AS OUR CAMP PLAYS OUT, THE ENTRY GETTING MORE HEARTFELT UNTIL. "IN SEVENTH GRADE, MY FRIEND, THEDDY. AS OUR THIDS GROW, SO DO OUR ENTRYS. ANGLE, ENTRY FG. A PICTURE OF THE BLOB IS CIRCLED WITH A RED SHARPIE MARKER. WE SEE IT EVERYWHERE. ANGLE, BLOB ENTRY GG. A PICTURE OF THE BLOB IS CIRCLED AGAIN WITH THE SAME MARKER, BUT THE BODY IS BROKEN, MISSING THE HEAD, THERE IS BLOOD ALL OVER IT, IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE THE BLOB. IT'S SAD, BUT ALSO BEAUTIFUL. ANGLE, ENTRY I WANT TO BE. A PICTURE OF A YOUNG CAD OF A BODY THAT IS CRIPPLED FROM THE NECK DOWN. THERE'S BARELY ENOUGH OF IT TO REMEMBER ITS FACE. THE ONLY THING WE SEE IS THE TINY GOLD EYE ON THE END. ANGLE, ENTRY SC. A PICTURE OF A GROUP OF SEVEN-YEAR-OLDS, ONE IN A WHEELCHAIR, IS CIRCLED WITH THE SAME MARKER, BUT THEY'RE SMILING, THEY'RE HAPPY. ANGLE, ENTRY AM. A PICTURE OF A LITTLE HAND RUBBING SOME DIRT OFF OF A GIANT TOOTH IS CIRCLED WITH THE MARKER, BUT IN IT WE SEE A THREE-HEADED CREATURE SNARLING AT THE CAMERA, FOLLOWING IT ALL THE WAY INTO THE LENS, TAKING NO CARE AS IT MAKES ITS WAY ACROSS THE PAGE. ANGLE, A LEGEND ON ENTRY MMAAARRRAAA! LETS EVERYONE REACT TO HEARING THIS LAST WORD REPEATED 52,000,000 TIMES. THERE ARE VERY FEW WORDS LEFT NOW, AND THEY ARE PRECIOUS. AND FUNNI MAN HEARS THE WORD AND HE. THROWS A HANDKERCHIEF OVER HIS HEAD AND SEES. JUMP! WE'RE ON THE BACK OF HIS WIFE. BLOBIE TURNS TO SEE ROB SUPERIMPOSE: ONE WEEK LATER. ROB READS ABOUT THE BLOB ON THE RADIO. HE GETS UP AND WALKS OUTSIDE. HE HAS A LOOK OF SUCH SADNESS AS HE COMES UPON. THE FIRE. HE WALKS OVER TO STARE INTO THE FLAME, TO SEE THE REFLECTION OF HIS OWN IMAGE IN THE LENS OF A SMALL VIDEO CAMERA, BRIGHT WITH DATA AS HE READS. BLOBIE'S CAMP. BLOBIE READS A NICE REVIEW BY LUCY CLAYBOURNE. HE SMILES. IT'S NICE TO HAVE SUPPORT. HE THINKS OF. ONE WEEK LATER. FANTASY:ARFRID HE READS THE BEST-SELLING NOVEL COVER BY LUCY CLAYBOURNE. BLOBIE THROWS HIMSELF TO HIS WIFE ON THE TABLE. BLOBIE'S CAMP. BLOBIE READS TO LUCY. BLOBIE'S CAMP, BY ROB. HE SEES, AM, A LITTLE ALIEN CREATURE GLOWING LIKE EMBER IN THE FIRE. ROB IS FLIPPING THROUGH THE PAGES OF AM AND HE STOPS. ANGLE, ROB'S ENTRY: 7G-2-G THROWER. HE STOPS COLD, SEEING THE PHRASE ON THE FIRST PAGE. AS HE CROSSES OFF ENTRY M,AARRRRAAA! 52,000,000 TIMES. I NEVER WANT TO FORGET THE MEMORY OF THAT NOISE, TTHHEE NOISE- TTHHEE NOISE. AND THE 52,000,000 WORDS THAT FOLLOWED. ANGLE, "MY OWN ENTRY." BLOBIE GAZES UP AT THE TAPE MEASURE ROPE ON THE PINK PEG. HE COMES TO STAND ON HIS TWO LEGS FOR THE FIRST TIME, HEARING THE AM TAPE ECHO THROUGH THE CAM. HE'S LOSING AIR FAST. BLOBIE GETS UP AND "THE S-H-I-T-T-A." AS SOON AS HE CAN. THE TAPE IS THROWING HIM WAY UP INTO THE SKY. LIGHT. HE GETS ALL PANICKED THINKING HE'S GONNA FALL, BUT THEN, THERE'S A TUG OF WAR. HE'S NOT SURE WHICH WAY TO GO. HE TAKES OFF HIS BACKPACK. WE GET A BETTER IDEA OF WHERE TO LOOK FOR MORE GEAR. HE LAYS OUT HIS KIT, AS HE RUSHES INTO. THE REALM OF DARKNESS. THERE IS NO SOUND. HE TURNS ON A FLASHLIGHT. HE BENDS AND CAREFULLY PLACES HIS FRAME IN THE PRECISE SPOT THAT THE TAPE MEASURE ROPE LEFT. HE COUNTS IT OUT WITH A "TWO COUNT" INTO THE LIGHT. HE IS NOW EXACTLY FORTY-EIGHT FRAMES INTO THE BEGINNING. HE LIES VERY STILL. HE LOWERS HIS HANDS OVER HIS HEAD, IN CONCENTRATION AND. THHHHEE NOISE! . IT SEEMS TO GO ON FOREVER. COMPLETE SILENCE. BLOBIE LAYS BACK DOWN AND EYES THE TAPE MEASURE ROPE. IT IS STREAKING FROM SIDE TO SIDE NOW. THE RUMBLE GOES ON AND ON AND ON UNTIL, BLOOOM!, IT SNAPS TAUGHT. BOOM! IT SNAPS IN HALF.AND THEN IT STAYS UP. ROB OPENS HIS EYES WITH A START. HE TURNS AND GAZES UP AT IT, BATHED IN BROWN. IT FLICKS INTO THE FLAME. HE STANDS BACK UP.HE IS LOOKING AT FORTY-EIGHT FRAMES INTO THE PRESENT AGAIN. HE STEPS TOWARD IT AND BREAKS INTO THE LIGHT.IT HAS A SPAN OF EIGHT FEET.THE ROPE IS REALLY THREADING ITSELF THROUGH. MAKIN A AI GENARATED STORY