"This is the Democracy. Citizen, I command you to open your door."
"Oh god! Oh god! I can't believe its happening! Its happening!!"
*Banging on the door*
"This is your final warning!"
"Paul come here! Hurry!! Okay, now Paul, the thing we've always feared has become a reality. It's happening right now, we don't have any more time to prepare. Please, Paul, you need to escape. You will use the secret passage we've kept hidden, keep going down it. Just continue going, don't look back, don't think about what's happening. I won't give you away, just get away from here!"
"Okay Mom, I will *sniff* do whatever you want me to."
"Paul, just in case you don't see me again please remember: A memory never ceases, it always stays with you. You will always have the love that I had for you. Please, I can't let you be caught by them."
Paul goes into the back of their dwelling and finds the passage behind their fake wall. He digs his way into it and crawls to the point where the light from the entrance isn't shown. He continues going through the darkness, unsure of where he's going and where he's been. He realizes that he has nothing left to live for, nowhere left to go. He wonders where he will go. He never stops inching forward through all of this. He never stops emerging from darkness. The darkness never stops either, it follow him, it envelopes him. He continues to push through, paying no heed to anything he feels.
Paul finally breaks free of the tunnel. Blinded from the light he stumbles out of the hole, groping at his surroundings. He quickly realizes he is no where near the city by the prominent lack of smug and smoke. He finally gathers his senses, seeing where he is. He is safe, he is in the vast plains where the Democracy has yet to reach. He sees the beautiful meadows, soaked in grass and greenery. Possessed by nature. He climbs to the top of a hill, looking back at the direction he came. He can, barely, see the city in the distance. Its faded silhouette gleaming in the distance. Not yet showing the corruption that has taken hold of it.
Paul no longer thinks of the past that he came from. He, instead, travels onward, towards the great expanses. Whatever lay onward, he is sure he can overcome, whether the Democracy has reached it or not.
Devastating Error
*We interrupt your daily mealtime to bring you this important message!*
Today we have witnessed a horrible tragedy. A tragedy that will strike our hearts til the day we die. The tragedy is none other than the writing block of your normally scheduled programming. This inability to produce amusing anecdotes will, I'm sure, cause all of you harm and to revile your mealtime television.
I am sorry to bring you this horrifying news during your only time of allowed happiness during the day, please excuse the grief and continue with your meals until grieving period. Thank you that is all.
*Message closed*
I am writing this here to help you read between the lines. I haven't been able to come up with any good plots recently, sorry for the block hopefully it will be over shortly.
Thanks for reading guys!
I am writing this here to help you read between the lines. I haven't been able to come up with any good plots recently, sorry for the block hopefully it will be over shortly.
Thanks for reading guys!
Don't Bully Aliens
You see that gay little twerp Willy. You tell your gang to follow you; that you're getting a big batch of pot tonight and Will's gonna pay for you. As you approach him you see all of his assurance leave his eyes. He cowers as you order him to pay.
Willy denies you saying some stupid lie: "You don't want to hurt me." You don't give a shit. You tell your boys to hold him. He looks up and his mouth moves but no words come out.
Above your head you hear a little noise, like a machine starting up but quieter and constant. You look up, you can't see anything. There is a slight disturbance in the air above the alley. He tells you that it's your last chance. You ask "Or what?" He nods. You tell your boys "Get the money." The split second they raise their fists there is a light. Pure light. You wake up, standing in the alley, your gang on the ground and you hear a voice coming from inside your head: Tomorrow you will wake up and find yourself in a similar predicament.
You shrug off the warning and steal Pot from one of the junkies. You remember what the kid said and you are suddenly afraid of sleep. You smoke to take it off of your mind. Sleep comes abnormally fast.
It's bright and early, your mother is yelling at you to wake up. She sounds different. You can't find anything in your room, you assume you moved it when you were high. You finally find something to wear and leave to school. You get there, walking up to your gang and hear "Look who came to see us! None other than the great Willy Rochwester!"
You tell them to shut up, they disregard your request. You don't know whats going on so you run. As your running you feel different, you decide this must be a dream so you go home to get some rest.
You wake up late afternoon. School is out. You head into an alley to think things over You can't figure out whats going on. You hear some steps out on the street, you look up. You see your mirror image staring right into your eyes. You feel all assurance of reality leave your body. You remember what the real Willy did and you look up. Nothing is there. You hear that voice in your head again: I gave you a chance.
Willy denies you saying some stupid lie: "You don't want to hurt me." You don't give a shit. You tell your boys to hold him. He looks up and his mouth moves but no words come out.
Above your head you hear a little noise, like a machine starting up but quieter and constant. You look up, you can't see anything. There is a slight disturbance in the air above the alley. He tells you that it's your last chance. You ask "Or what?" He nods. You tell your boys "Get the money." The split second they raise their fists there is a light. Pure light. You wake up, standing in the alley, your gang on the ground and you hear a voice coming from inside your head: Tomorrow you will wake up and find yourself in a similar predicament.
You shrug off the warning and steal Pot from one of the junkies. You remember what the kid said and you are suddenly afraid of sleep. You smoke to take it off of your mind. Sleep comes abnormally fast.
It's bright and early, your mother is yelling at you to wake up. She sounds different. You can't find anything in your room, you assume you moved it when you were high. You finally find something to wear and leave to school. You get there, walking up to your gang and hear "Look who came to see us! None other than the great Willy Rochwester!"
You tell them to shut up, they disregard your request. You don't know whats going on so you run. As your running you feel different, you decide this must be a dream so you go home to get some rest.
You wake up late afternoon. School is out. You head into an alley to think things over You can't figure out whats going on. You hear some steps out on the street, you look up. You see your mirror image staring right into your eyes. You feel all assurance of reality leave your body. You remember what the real Willy did and you look up. Nothing is there. You hear that voice in your head again: I gave you a chance.
Scavengers
Two Nurbish Scavengers enter your domain
"Ohh, we got a pretty one today, huh?"
"Man, I can't wait til we got her tied up. I needed to relieve some stress." fiendish laughing
"You unconscionable piles of useless fat! You'll only see one thing before you die! And that's this!"
Whips out an XZ-b90 Laser Pistol
"Still think I'm pretty?"
Silence. The Scavengers have a mix of awe and hatred gleaming from their eyes
GZZEYERR
Woman walks out triumphant and notices a movement in the area. Turns back around and the two Scavengers are drowsily rising.
"To answer your question: Yes"
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"Ohh, we got a pretty one today, huh?"
"Man, I can't wait til we got her tied up. I needed to relieve some stress." fiendish laughing
"You unconscionable piles of useless fat! You'll only see one thing before you die! And that's this!"
Whips out an XZ-b90 Laser Pistol
"Still think I'm pretty?"
Silence. The Scavengers have a mix of awe and hatred gleaming from their eyes
GZZEYERR
Woman walks out triumphant and notices a movement in the area. Turns back around and the two Scavengers are drowsily rising.
"To answer your question: Yes"
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Meaning of Life Anecdote
The meaning of Life- You're born, you climb out of your mothers bloody slimy womb. What happens next? You learn to breath and start crying, than a doctor puts you in your mothers arms and your life flashes by.
Your now 10, at your birthday party with everyone shouting and shoving each other to get to the cake with candles you just blew out. Your 9 year old "girlfriend" is there, and she is staring at another guy laughing. Your slightly angry but there is a heaping pound of sugar on your plate so you eat and forget. Your life flashes again.
Your now 16 and in a car with a Student Driver sign on top of it. Your trying to get your drivers license to impress that girl you like with your new-found ability to drive. You fail miserably crushing all but one of the cones. You feel like crying but you don't, instead you just walk away and decide to try again next week. You head home and think of your homework, you decide to not do it and just get C's and D's this quarter. You get on your computer and begin IM'ing people about stupid small talk conversations that you think make a difference in your life. Life Flash.
Your 22 and at your college graduation. You've been debating whether or not you should go to Grad school but now its too late. You decide you will just work at your dads company and work your way up til he dies and you take over. You have a girlfriend, you're relatively sure she is cheating on you but you have no evidence and it doesn't really bother you, your going to break up with her in a few weeks anyway. You get your diploma, your parents cheer, people glare, you walk away and live your life. Nobody pays attention, your just another number in a sea of code. Your life jumps ahead again.
Your 50, married, two kids, and not happy at all. Your Dad fired you for being constantly smashed on the job, your wife wants to leave you. You want to at least see the kids on weekends but in true honesty you don't really care. You just want to get laid, drink, and reach 65. You look for a job but you can't do anything too athletic because your back might give out. You continue searching the classifieds and you find something decent, you call to ask for the job and they accept. Flash of Life.
Your 79 and in a casket. Was there any meaning to your life? Yes, you graduated, you had a good job for a time, you had children, you never smoked, your Mom loved you even though your Dad didn't. That's good enough. Isn't it?
Your now 10, at your birthday party with everyone shouting and shoving each other to get to the cake with candles you just blew out. Your 9 year old "girlfriend" is there, and she is staring at another guy laughing. Your slightly angry but there is a heaping pound of sugar on your plate so you eat and forget. Your life flashes again.
Your now 16 and in a car with a Student Driver sign on top of it. Your trying to get your drivers license to impress that girl you like with your new-found ability to drive. You fail miserably crushing all but one of the cones. You feel like crying but you don't, instead you just walk away and decide to try again next week. You head home and think of your homework, you decide to not do it and just get C's and D's this quarter. You get on your computer and begin IM'ing people about stupid small talk conversations that you think make a difference in your life. Life Flash.
Your 22 and at your college graduation. You've been debating whether or not you should go to Grad school but now its too late. You decide you will just work at your dads company and work your way up til he dies and you take over. You have a girlfriend, you're relatively sure she is cheating on you but you have no evidence and it doesn't really bother you, your going to break up with her in a few weeks anyway. You get your diploma, your parents cheer, people glare, you walk away and live your life. Nobody pays attention, your just another number in a sea of code. Your life jumps ahead again.
Your 50, married, two kids, and not happy at all. Your Dad fired you for being constantly smashed on the job, your wife wants to leave you. You want to at least see the kids on weekends but in true honesty you don't really care. You just want to get laid, drink, and reach 65. You look for a job but you can't do anything too athletic because your back might give out. You continue searching the classifieds and you find something decent, you call to ask for the job and they accept. Flash of Life.
Your 79 and in a casket. Was there any meaning to your life? Yes, you graduated, you had a good job for a time, you had children, you never smoked, your Mom loved you even though your Dad didn't. That's good enough. Isn't it?
The Messiah
"Run! Run now! Your life will finish too early if you don't escape. Your life must not end, you are him, you are it. Please, you are destined to save us, to free us, to show judgment for their sins.
Please hurry! They will be here soon! We need you. I need you. Just run! I will sacrifice for you!"
"I will not run. I will show the power of our people. We will triumph!!"
The authorities arrive, holstering firearms aimed at the Messiah
"Do not fear. The prophecy will not end here. Life will continue. Life will never end."
Brief gunfire ensues followed by an otherworldly humming. Officers run out. A winged being leaves the warehouse looking up briefly before dispersing. Light continues to shine.
Please hurry! They will be here soon! We need you. I need you. Just run! I will sacrifice for you!"
"I will not run. I will show the power of our people. We will triumph!!"
The authorities arrive, holstering firearms aimed at the Messiah
"Do not fear. The prophecy will not end here. Life will continue. Life will never end."
Brief gunfire ensues followed by an otherworldly humming. Officers run out. A winged being leaves the warehouse looking up briefly before dispersing. Light continues to shine.
When In Rome
When in Rome, do as the Romans. When the Romans rampage, you rampage, when they go crazy, you go crazy. You will do all the romans do and never stop. Do Not Stop. It will be the downfall of civilization as we know it if your in Rome and you don't do as they do. Stop the thought process, bypass your uniqueness and get down to business.
Hello
Hi, I'm Ian but you can call me Rawk.
I'm your average, typical, popular, high school student. I enjoy long hours of sitting inside during the day, and even longer hours in front of some sort of screen, broadcasting useless information into my brain during the night.
Today, I'm here to talk to you about Information! I am a so called "expert" on the subject of Information. This "Information" I speak of is what is projected into your mind as the projectors and holograms fall from the sky alerting you of the truth your government has wronged you of. This Information will be in your mind as long as you can remember (approx. 10 minutes with the new and improved Projector Belts).
When you first see the Information, it will stun, bedazzle, and sometimes even set you aflame, but this is nothing to be afraid of, just let it soak into your mind, like a warm bubble bath provided by the kindly old lady down the street. This Information is a new wave in the line of technologies that are new and improved from our last attempt that is still remaining in the gutter (don't mention the name they won't like it) it has much more eyelashes and can supply you a near infinite amount of wishes. That being said, Information, will be able to grant your wishes, fold your laundry, iron your clothes, and even: polish your dice! That's right, you heard it here! The new line of Information can POLISH YOUR DICE now kids, don't go and buy this just yet, wait ten minutes and you'll get this special T.V. offer of our newest Projector Belt model, absolutely free, only for a limited time offer.
These Information were selling you can't be found in stores, planes, helicopters, or books. They are only in the sky, falling to the ground, and blasting useful thoughts into your mind. Don't blink, or you'll miss the chance to be a perfect human being.
I'm your average, typical, popular, high school student. I enjoy long hours of sitting inside during the day, and even longer hours in front of some sort of screen, broadcasting useless information into my brain during the night.
Today, I'm here to talk to you about Information! I am a so called "expert" on the subject of Information. This "Information" I speak of is what is projected into your mind as the projectors and holograms fall from the sky alerting you of the truth your government has wronged you of. This Information will be in your mind as long as you can remember (approx. 10 minutes with the new and improved Projector Belts).
When you first see the Information, it will stun, bedazzle, and sometimes even set you aflame, but this is nothing to be afraid of, just let it soak into your mind, like a warm bubble bath provided by the kindly old lady down the street. This Information is a new wave in the line of technologies that are new and improved from our last attempt that is still remaining in the gutter (don't mention the name they won't like it) it has much more eyelashes and can supply you a near infinite amount of wishes. That being said, Information, will be able to grant your wishes, fold your laundry, iron your clothes, and even: polish your dice! That's right, you heard it here! The new line of Information can POLISH YOUR DICE now kids, don't go and buy this just yet, wait ten minutes and you'll get this special T.V. offer of our newest Projector Belt model, absolutely free, only for a limited time offer.
These Information were selling you can't be found in stores, planes, helicopters, or books. They are only in the sky, falling to the ground, and blasting useful thoughts into your mind. Don't blink, or you'll miss the chance to be a perfect human being.
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