Dogscape (2011 creepypasta)

Dogscape is a collaborative creepypasta created by users of both the Something Awful Forumsthe dog flotilla drifts aimlessly down the river - Page 3 - 30 November 2008 - Something Awful Forums - Retrieved 21 February 2024 and 4chan's /tg/ board.Dogscape: The Day of Barkoning - 6 August 2010 - /tg/ - 4chan - Retrieved 21 February 2024 
== History ==
=== Origins ===
On 26 November 2008, SA Forum user johnasavoia posted the thread "the dog flotilla drifts aimlessly down the river".waves gently lappin at its side, the water a calm blue echoed by the sky above, 10 million dogs - johnasavoia - 26 November 2011 - the dog flotilla drifts aimlessly down the river - Something Awful Forums - Retrieved 21 February 2024 While earlier entries in the thread were concerned with copious amounts of dogs and the effects it would have on humankind, Ferrinus was the first poster to envision the dogs as a singular mass of flesh.a tentacle of fused, squirming puppies wraps around my ankle and lowers me into the abyss. for a long moment all is dark before a sea of stars appears, and in another moment i realize that i am looking at the reflected light from a thousand thousand eyes. immediately the full force of the dogmind is assaulting my consciousness, and my psyche can no more hold against that terrible strength than a spider's web could stop a charging bull. only a split second passes before my will and selfhood is destroyed, and the dogmind learns the secret location of the last remaining pocket of human resistance - Ferrinus - 30 November 2011 - the dog flotilla drifts aimlessly down the river - Something Awful Forums - Retrieved 21 February 2024 On his fourth post in the thread, Ferrinus coins the term "Dogscape".i awaken. i don't know it at the moment, but this day marks my fourth straight year of existing in the dogscape. i push myself up from the carpet of writhing, twitching dogflesh beneath me and rise to my feet, stretching in the morning sun. it took me a while to learn to balance on the layer of solid dogs that now blankets every inch of solid ground, but nowadays i can walk and run as easily and as fast as i ever did on soil or concrete. perhaps faster. this was a city once, i think, though which one i can't remember. i only owe my guess to the massive pillars of dogs jutting into the sky, perhaps ancient buildings now completely filled and overgrown by canine biomatter. i climbed one once, sinking my fingers and toes deep into the dogwall to gain purchase, and after hours and hours of climbing was rewarded with an incredible vista - fur and eyes, panting tongues and wagging tails, hugging the contours of the once-barren land and stretching in a single aeomebic mass farther than the eye can see. now i don't do that, though. now i merely go about my day. i hike to the Gardens, where the dogplants sprout up in bizarre shapes from the floor of the dogscape, and reach up to pluck the fetal puppyfruits right off the wagging, energetic branches. i bite into the succulent flesh, the juices dribbling down my chin and dripping down to be reabsorbed by the groundflesh, and revel in the savory taste. i'm thirsty, so i range until i find one of the Mothermounds, and there i suckle at a teatpatch until i've had my fill of milk. sometimes i see other humans around me, as well-adapted to the dogscape as i am, but i barely acknowledge them, say nothing. what, after all, is there to say? the world is different now - what meaning would our old words have? free-ranging dogs are becoming rarer and rarer to see now, and those i do see seem as lost, as passive as i am. they too graze on the dogplants, step carefully over the undulating, bleeding dogfloor, dimly acknowledge myself and one another. in the distant sky, and on the far horizon, i sometimes see massive forms sail or crawl or undulate, and i wonder if in this new world normal, singular, ambulatory dogs have become as obsolete as i am - Ferrinus - 30 November 2011 - the dog flotilla drifts aimlessly down the river - Something Awful Forums - Retrieved 21 February 2024 Of his six posts,i sit in the center of the human high council, buried deep beneath the earth's surface. "well?" asks the elder. "was your mission a success? did you learn their weakness?" i open my mouth to answer, but cannot. the council watches in horror as my body jerks and twitches, blood running from my eyes, nose, and ears, before i burst open in a showever of viscera and dozens, hundreds, thousands of yapping dogs pour from my shredded corpse - Ferrinus - 30 November 2011 - the dog flotilla drifts aimlessly down the river - Something Awful Forums - Retrieved 21 February 2024sirens blare throughout the stronghold, and jackbooted shocktroops storm down the corridors. "security breach. security breach." the speakers say, in the dispassionate voice of the defense computer. "code one four eight. code one four eight." which was one four eight? dogs in the air ducts? the howlers? the puppyflood? i couldn't remember, so i just hid, clutching my family tightly and cowering in my room. the walls and door were solid steel, every possible entrance was locked and bolted, no passageway between our shelter and the rest of the complex was large enough to allow the passage of anything larger than a dust mite. surely we were safe. surely we were safe, i thought, until i watched the cold white must seep in under the door, and rise up to coalesce into the shape of a great black hound with gleaming fangs and burning scarlet eyes - Ferrinus - 30 November 2011 - the dog flotilla drifts aimlessly down the river - Something Awful Forums - Retrieved 21 February 2024"surf's up!" i cry, before grabbing my surfboard and running into the dogsea. full-grown canines, packed tightly together, make up the solid ground of the dogscape, but the bodies of water are huge rolling masses of tiny puppies, light, soft, and unconnected in such a way as to allow one to stride or even swim through them. i ford through the tiny, yipping creatures, grinning with anticipation at the massive puppywave that only now begins to crest, and hop up on my board to ride it back to shore, laughing and whooping all the while. the stars went out long ago - Ferrinus - 30 November 2011 - the dog flotilla drifts aimlessly down the river - Something Awful Forums - Retrieved 21 February 2024i dug down once. down beneath the dogs. beneath the hair and the ears and the barking. it was hard, and took a lot of planning - i had to destroy one of the dogtrees with my hands, rip out the twisted, yards-long communal spines that served them as branches and lash them together with tendons and skin. but soon i had tools - pitchforks, spears, shovels. i picked a spot where the dogfloor seemed shallower and set to work. the blood started spurting when my spear first broke the surface, and didn't stop for hours and hours and hours. i was drenched in gore and viscera, covered in flecks of bone and meat and brain. but i learned to ignore the sickening squelching sounds, ward off the smell, and just kept going deeper and deeper, spearing and levering out dogs of stranger and stranger size and build, dogs with two heads, dogs with human hands, dogs with writhing tentacles where their back legs should be
eventually i came to the end of the dogs. or perhaps the beginning of whatever lies beyond dogs. an expanse of multicolored, patchwork fur that extended as far as i could dig in any direction. i could pierce it with great difficulty but it barely bled, and try as i might i could only barely peel the skin away, revealing a layer of striated greyish muscle beneath. it started to tremble as i watched it, shaking the very dogmatter around me, and i realized that the dogscape was beginning to regenerate itself, close in over me, seal me in - so i fled, climbing back up into the light - Ferrinus - 30 November 2011 - the dog flotilla drifts aimlessly down the river - Something Awful Forums - Retrieved 21 February 2024 two would be preserved as part of the "canonical" creepypasta, as "Log One" and "Log Two" respectively.
=== Spread ===
On 6 August 2010, a thread was posted to /tg/ with a Megaupload link in the first post. Post No.11558387 is the first new contribution to the story, which would eventually become "Log Nine".
== Notes ==
=== Trivia ===
* Creepypasta Wiki admin LOLSKELETONS listed the story as being among his favourite creepypastas.An Interview With Lolskeletons - Vinnce12 - 6 October 2015 - YouTube - Retrieved 21 February 2024
== Links ==
* Dogscape on the Creepypasta Wiki
* DogScape on Blogspot
* r/TheDogscape on Reddit
== References ==
Category:Fiction
Category:Real short stories
Category:Real short stories released in 2011
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