User blog:Betterert1/JToH,exe

I am a worker in a special facility that attempts to... treat patients. Upon Patient #24973's death, I found this in a spiral notebook. It piqued my interest, and I think it qualifies as an interesting story.

I was playing JToH, exploring the ring select, and then I saw something very weird. Instead of TFS, there was a corrupted version of it, called TFS.exe.

I tried to go to a different ring, go to ring 1 or world 2, but it didn't work,

I was started panicking, and spammed alt + f4.

It didn't work.

alt + tab didn't work, and I couldn't leave the game. I tried opening task manager, but it just said "Task failed... why don't you try the obby?"

I clicked enter, and it was CoV, but the thing is, everything was different.

I saw the recognizable sign, and the notorious first jump.

However, the screen was glitching everywhere.

I saw the entire team of builders that worked on CoV, but they were sitting down against the wall, and they were badly injured, with lacerations and

They said, "Please don't let us die here. We built the tower, and it took a mind of its own. It trapped us in here and tortured us."

All of a sudden, everything felt different.

It felt like I was stepping on legos, it hurt like hell.

I realized, I was standing up!

I looked at my arms, they were all square.

Then, a sinister voice said, "Beat the obby, only then can you be set free."

That was impossible!

I couldn't beat CoV. Nobody could.

Regardless, I didn't even have a choice.

The first jump was right in front of me, and I wrapped my best.

I was one stud too short.

The instant I touched the killbricks, my body was ignited in pain.

I saw my health bar dropping, and I knew I had to run.

Luckily, I knew where the way to get out of the killbricks was.

I was down to half, and recovering.

Then, the voice came back.

"If you hesitate at all, you will become like them. They tried their best, but they weren't fast enough."

"You only have three hours to beat it on your winning attempt."

"And if you stop at the beginning, you will be dunked into the killbricks, sent down to the last sliver of your HP."

"You dont want that, do you?"

I didn't want that.

Hours, days, weeks.

They melted by like hot glue, painful and burning hot.

Every time I died, it was a sheer explosion of pain.

I was dismembered, and burnt alive, just to respawn at the beginning again.

After 3 months, my personal best was the third floor.

After 3 years, it was the seventh.

On the 27th year, on the 346th day, I got to floor 21.

But I let an instakill touch me.

It was back to the beginning.

I had forgotten humanity.

By this time I had lost all brain function except to the tune of jump, jump, jump, the repetitive obbying getting simply so boring that I had already started hallucinating long ago.

On the 479th year, on the 21st day, I got to floor 22.

The final jump was a 13 stud.

Raised by one.

I did it.

I was overcome with relief.

I was crying, elated with joy! I had finally done it, after so much searing hot pain, and disgust, and agony, and disappointment.

But then, the voice came over.

"I do not regret to inform you that that speedrun was simply too slow. 5 hours, 23 minutes, and 49 seconds."

I was thrown to the beginning.

I wailed and wailed, thinking it to be over, but it simply wasn't.

634th year, 332nd day. I beat it again.

3 hours and 15 minutes.

On the 1000th new year, my personal best for that day was floor 14.

Then, the following day came.

Year 1000, day 2.

I had gotten to the final jump for the 32nd time.

I beat it for the 3rd time.

Then, the voice came over.

Congrats, you beat it!

However, I have some wonderful news.

I exploded with happiness.

"For me.

YOU DID IT IN 3 HOURS AND 2 MINUTES. GO DO IT AGAIN.

Then, miraculously, next attempt, I got to the final jump again.

I beat it.

2 hours and 58 minutes.

The voice came over.

"You have two options."

"You can either let the builders go, and stay here to beat it in less than 2 hours, or let yourself go, and leave them here to rot."

"You have 10 seconds to decide."

"10."

"9."

I didn't know what to choose; I couldn't let those innocent people rot, but I also couldn't bear any more torture!

"8."

"7."

"6."

The thought of betrayal melted me with guilt into a fine quantum dust, but the idea of being freed myself glued me back together, atom by atom.

"5."

"4."

I had finally made a decision.

"Thr-"

"I have made my decision!"

"Well, what is it? You only have two seconds to spit it out."

"I wish to leave this place forever, and return back to the normal world!"

The feeling of guilt washed over me, but they were the people who and didn't even try, so how is it my fault?

--45 YEARS LATER--

I was sent to an insane asylum shortly after my return. Through the few moments of lucidity I managed to put this together. Hopefully someone will find this after I die, but I do not know.

I think this is a very prominent example of why we do the things we do here. It wasn't very important, but I just thought it was interesting.