(3) BON VOYAGE!

 Hey Splatties,

Okay. 

I know you won't do this. 

Actually, no, fuck it, we're going to get caught anyways. I was going to say don't tell Ala, but whatever. 

WE'RE OFF!!!! WE ARE ON THE ROAD. WE HAVE LEFT. 

Jesus, Jesus, I don't even know where to really begin. 

I wasn't going to update you until we got back but something crossed my mind and I feel like it is important. ARE YOU GUYS ABLE TO GET IN CONTACT WITH ICARUS!?? Because, okay, everything I've learned about the Doorways thus far leads me to believe that Icarus is trapped in a reality where his mother is alive, and if there is one thing that I know about Icarus, it's that he would not want to leave this Earth. 

Only he totally should. 

Because we love him. And we miss him. And yadda yadda yadda. 

I am also somewhat positive that there might be a way to check on him before you speak to him. He might have hidden stuff on the Borkoshavski Academy website. His dad left him in charge of it and he would always use it to play pranks.

Cya, 

Hasaan

(2) Update

Hey Splatties,

I wanted to give you an update. I have decided that I am not going to tell anyone else about my plan until the day of... 

Because, well, I realized that on the surface level, it sounds fucking nuts. I'm confident you guys are legit. Well... No, I'm not, you guys are extradimensional entities who communicate with me through my dreams. That is weird. BUT!!!!! I genuinely believe that if you guys didn't get to me, you would get to someone else. There is no point in fighting this, and besidessss

I actually looked into it and I managed to find some old photographs on 5Chan that supposedly belonged to Tracey Track, which OBVIOUSLY could have been planted but like. It's something. A lot of effort when I'm pretty much already connected to you guys' goals 

But anyways, back to the plan: The only person I'm bringing along is Rowan. Opal's not in a good headspace, Daphne and Ashley are dealing with something involving Clara (really worried about that girl), and Irie and Daphne are moving out this summer anyways. 

Rowan is here year-round. He's also my best friend, and he would do anything I asked of him, kinda. And if this journey ends up turning us into these big famous superheroes, well, there's no one else I would rather have with me amongst the stars. Well... maybe Opal. Maybe Opal

Cya,

Hasaan

(1) Fuck.

 Well, shit. 

Today kind of sucked. Let me give you a recap of my day. 

So, last night, I go to bed around 4 in the morning. Bad, bad, I know, what-fucking-ever... And I wake up to Opal swinging the dorm open, with the most DEAD look her in eyes. Now, that's not the tough part. Please. If you have a problem, come to me... 

I'm asking her "Opal, what's wrong," Because obviously something's wrong. And APPARENTLY, she had a really shitty experience with Clara the other night, and now the two aren't on speaking terms. She told me her side of shit and, like, I'm not gonna share it. Because privacy. But what fucking sucks is that when I reached out to Daphne about it, to hear Clara's side, she told me it was none of my business, and now Daphne's mad at Opal for spreading Clara's business like that when SHE WASN'T!!! SHE WASN'T DOING THAT!!! I'm going to kill myself. With a gun. 

And while she (Opal) was crying into my arms and I was, like, consoling her. And I'm like, hey, if you ever want to meet up again and talk, I got you, and I'm trying to like hype up the summer trip  and talking about how much fun we'll have together, and I offer to take her out to dinner to like. Get her mind off things. And she storms off. And now she's mad at me. WHAT DID I EVEN DO. 

WHAT DID I EVEN DO. 

Fuck. 

I'm TRYINNGGGGG to save my pals. But the one day that I get a big break! Yeah! Everyone hates one another. The only person who I've managed to talk to about this are Irie and Rowan. Ashley's with Clara like 24/7 and so Rowan's trying to stay neutral to not start anything with Clara, which I respect, but Irie's at a point where she loves Daphne to death but she like. She also thinks its stupid. 

I also talked to Irie about, uh, you all. She mentioned that, oddly enough, a few other people have had similar encounters. Which I always knew. But she named names, so that was nice. I'm not as close with Irie as I'd like to be, hopefully next year I get to change that. She's really chill, and I really look up to her a lot. 

She kind of told me off on the stuff about Opal. But she also explained it to me. And told me that the best thing I can do for her rn is just be a good friend. So... That's what I'm doing, I suppose. I'm going to wait for tomorrow, see if things manage to flesh themselves out. 

In other news. Enough High Schooler drama. This is a website for what is technically a professional project... So, uh, let's get on that. Sorry for the lack of entries to the public Archive. I can't lie... Most of it's like. Fucking receipts. Telegraphs. Snippets of newspaper articles and whatnot. It's lame lol. 

Okay cool, I'm going to bed for the night. Wish me fucking luuuuuuuuuck girls

Cya,

Hasaan

(0) Introduction

 Hello Splatters!

I've decided to start a blog to document the recent odd events at The Borkoshavski Academy, and to hopefully chronicle for anyone seeking knowledge. And, if I'm going to be doing that, I think it is best to start off with a brief recap of events thus far. So... that's what this introduction will be. 

Section One - First Semester

1) A new student, Opal Yazzie, would arrive and quickly become a part of our friend group. She has an odd memory, and tells many contradictory stories. She quickly becomes popular within the school for revamping our school's outdated website, as well as building a website for the Olympian Archives.

2) In roughly December of 2005, Icarus Borkoshavski would disappear off of the face of the planet following a sharp decline in his mental health. This disappearance has been attributed by many close to him as a byproduct of severe PTDS (Post-Traumatic Doorway Syndrome.)

3) Myself, alongside Opal Yazzie, Rowan Leiberman, and Irie Kehindie, would reform the Olympian Archives, an offshoot of the now defunct Claremont Program. The media within the archive is completely safe, and has not had any impact on the mental wellbeing of those who have interacted with it. 

Section Two - Second Semester

4) Following the disappearance of Icarus, interactions with local legend "The Borkoshavski Bohemian," would spike dramatically, following a previous spike in 1999 following the death of Starman. These interactions would result in dramatic increases to the powers of Borkoshavski Academy students to a near uncontrollable level. Victims of the Borkoshavski Bohemian's wrath (that have been reported) include Daphne Flores, Irie Kehindie, Ashley Camaro, Rowan Leiberman, and Christopher Lyes. 

5) Opal and I would launch an investigation into this "Borkoshavski Bohemian," resulting in Opal experiencing a strange vision, in which she heard the Bohemian speak directly to her:

"It’s been eight months since she left. The isolation has been killing me, but all I’m thankful for is that she’s been in a better place. Not here. Not this hell. I’m going to screech. (SCREECH) 

That screech took me ten thousand years. I am this horribly thin creature, with eyes of pain, and tears of fire. I have no mouth. And I must scream."

I'm not entirely sure how to handle this. To be frank, I feel vastly underqualified and underprepared, however... I am beginning to formulate a plan.  In 2000, a statue commemorating Starman would be built, and shortly thereafter, a LOT of members of the Stars, including Tracey Track, would disappear. Why? 

Well... I believe that their collective grief over Starman's death, as well as the death of their fellow comrades, was part of an experiment done by the statues' builders (LyesCorp) to generate an artificial Doorway. And I've had some anonymous sources of mine even clarify this. However... I'm not quite sure I can trust my sources. 

However, if this Artificial Doorway even EXISTS, much less is functional, it can be our one shot at finding Icarus. Tomorrow, I'm going to run this by everyone and hope that they're willing to hear me out. There's only a few days before the last day of school, so... Ugh. This is stressful.

I hope this works. 

Cya, 

Hasaan