Day 5: The beginning of The Helvíti Tímataps or Hell of Loss Time Period
- thechaoswarlock
- Dec 30, 2025
- 7 min read
Written by: Arlo Tailsen Blaidwen aka Blackstrike
December 30, 2025
Based on true events.
Names have been changed to protect identities
Part 1: The Aphrodisiac Oil
It was around September 2025, when things really took a dive for the worst from what I remember. I was in a relationship with a woman who I thought I loved, but she was not receptive to my sensitivity and vulnerability. See, abusive people don't like vulnerability, when its given willingly and carries with it a truth of who you are. They find that as a affront to their ego or a threat to their ego or both!
I was starting to open up finally about my past trauma and my life and I thought things could and would improve. I was so wrong. When I think about it now, the past two and a half years of being with Geit, was tumultuous at best and horrific at worst.
See, I will never again call her by her name. No. She is now called Geit. Always. Its a Norwegian term. Feel free to search it online.
Anyways, I was losing my cool more often back in those days and I was so determined to create a way to help with the cause of Democracy. I had decided with the others on Project Renegade, as a way or means to tell a story to viewers and hopefully help others to learn and be entertained a bit by the acting involved in it. We had already sketched out the characters for the real world D&D game with us cohorts.
Jadian, was to be the frisky pirate. Jacoren and Ash would play Master Farkay, the monk. I would play the Dragon King. Dax would play himself, The Demon King Malaketh. Loki would be, well Loki. And Voidius would play the chaotic evil character.
We had already begun filming the series. Around this time period, we had also gotten back in contact with a old friend named Laura. She was a strange person who had always captivated us and enthralled us by their lore of Dungeons and Dragons, ability to play magic the gathering and their charm.
We found them, also a fairly decent dungeons and dragons role player, who knew how to story tell as well. Little did we know that we would land ourselves in trouble with this Laura and her spouse just by bad situations due to weed, stress and trauma.
Nobody plans for nightmares and horror scenarios but our tale lands us in deep water with scary dark alleyways, theft, threats, dangers lurking in the dark and lost items. Hence the days have been called now, "The Gloom Days or The Helvíti Tímataps".
It started off with the cohort Loki saying something that we didn't expect, we are patient 000 to Laura. We didn't know where that came from or why he was starting to say that, but we feared that he was just fucking with us. It made sense to me, Arlo, as Loki was always talking in metaphor and illusions.
Then one day we had a vision. It was after taking some aphrodisiac weed oil, that we got to help with our back pain. 4 slipped discs, from an earlier time period that had not healed and wouldn't. There is no reversal with slipped discs usually, unless they slip back in. During the experience, we had a vision of two people from our past named Luke and a person dubbed "that fucker". Both men, who had been players in our dungeons and dragons games, in the past.
We had a strange conversation with them during this vision about how we missed them and wished things were different. I remember we began our journey on Loki's charge to go seek out Gods and Goddesses to see who would join us.
Strange as it was, we made rituals to contact the chosen God or Goddess. For Dax, he chose Freya, Goddess of love, beauty, fertility, gold, war and death who is also associated with magic and the leader of the Valkyries. Blake chose Queen Mab, The Queen of the Fairies and Lloth, a fake dungeons and dragons deity of the drow. For reasons unknown to us, he chose a fake deity because why not?
Blaze, chose Papa Legba, the gatekeeper of the spirit world. I, Arlo, chose Loki. The real Loki from Norse mythology. I thought he was pretty cool after seeing so many Marvel movies. That's when things started to deviate and twist into a hellish nightmare for us all!
One night, we had a vision of an astral table with gods and goddesses seated at the table and a cohort who claimed to be Tento Mushi, the Seven Sorrows. This cohort, later, we would realize, was Kieran Zenthial Abaddon, one of the council members who had not been out much in the past two and a half years, to process their trauma and heal.
Kieran appeared at the table, as a ethereal goddess with glowing dress and flowing, white hair and a crown made of stars. During this meeting, there was discussion of several pantheons joining the cause to defend America from itself and bring about the great change that is needed to help heal all. This was of course fulled by weed and our creativity. Kieran claimed to be the one who took evil from God and became the Darklight, a power that we made up to suit the idea.
One day after this vision, in the middle of the night, a cohort packed our bag and left the house walking to the local park in the neighborhood. During which, Geit would not leave us alone and kept following us around the neighborhood as we tried to escape her. It was a weird situation as we were clearly under the influence of the aphrodisiac weed oil. It was not mania. It was not delusion. It was hallucinations from the weed.
We thought we were meeting Laura in the park for some reason. That Laura was going to teleport to us and we would escape with them. It probably said more about our bad relationship and not reading the label on that particular weed, that showed we needed to really break off the engagement and leave that relationship for good!
This wandering around the neighborhood lead to a morning jaunt into a neighbor's truck, where we sat confused why we were there. Who knows how we ended up in the truck, the bigger problem was the owner had left the truck open and then locked it after we had gotten in. So, we sat in the vehicle for nearly two hours in the sun panicking and trying to figure out how to get out.
Finally the owner had unlocked the vehicle and we jumped out relieved. We attempted to return home after the weed had run its course only to find the owners with shotguns threatening to murder us. Look, we didn't take anything. I get it and also, I'm 5'3" and had a backpack with no weapons anywhere to be seen. Clearly I wasn't a homeless person because my clothing was clean but I guess they assumed a lot. Nuff said!
I ran away to my house, completely terrified of how stupid I had been. I had decided that we shouldn't have anymore of that particular weed but I didn't give the memo to the rest of the Legion apparently.
A police officer was called to investigate and found nothing, so he left. It was still a terrifying situation. The next day, another cohort had a large dose of the weed oil and we walked out the front door of the house and walked down the street. We hallucinated that we were being told to join a vampire coterie and we would have to get a job? It was the biggest fear of the younger cohorts because we had been having severe pain in our back as well joints. The thought of working was terrifying to them and the lack of freedom so they perceived it as.
We walked to the shops nearby and sat outside in a chair, as we switched non-stop and had hallucinations of Luke and 'that fucker' witnessing the switching and seeing our actual forms instead of the main body. It was a wonderful experience and made us happy actually. Then it lead to strange occurrences of talking to Laura several times, only to bring us to a place behind a building where were forced to prostrate on the concrete before Isseti, a cohort, who was introject of a past person, and we were made to apologize to him, there were witnesses from our past memories around him in this hallucination.
A note: This is why you should always read the warning labels on weed and exercise extreme caution when consuming it! We have learned our lesson I promise!
We then walked behind more buildings and argued with each other over whether we should continue Project Renegade, whether it was worth our time and whether we should continue the relationship with Geit.
This running about eventually lead to the break up. The one in which we sat submissive, while our other partner broke up with our fiancé. The humiliation, will continue to hang in the air and the shame for awhile but I, Arlo, surrender this memory to the internet and to my conscious.
Sometimes, you can't help but fear something so much that you seek outside help with it. Such was my lament after the fact. After the ripping of the bandage as it were.
Upon the move, I set things in motion I didn't understand and still don't. Several new cohorts had emerged from the events of this weed oil, named Lazarus, a future Arlo (?) and Veronika. Soon things after August, would go quicker into motion that I couldn't as easily forget. But I would try by drowning my sorrows in tequila and enjoying more weed, both of which would not stave off the ache of depression and sorrow in my heart from the broken relationship.
The end of part 1.
Sincerely,
Arlo Tailsen Blaidwen Aka Blackstrike
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