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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 7:37 am
For things that seem like it doesn't deserve it's own thread, but doesn't seem to work anywhere else.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 10:33 pm
[Introduction] (This is optional for all major characters)
I was dreaming, well not really dreaming more like stream of thought. It was a habit I picked up while sleeping in classes a long time ago when classes seemed overly simple. For some reason I was thinking about sleeping, my father once said, “The day never comes until one wakes up.”
What does that mean? One doesn't realize that they exist until one stretches their legs as they escape from their slumber? Doesn't they day go by even without sleep?
Maybe it is that no one really appreciates the passing day unless they awake, or for some at the dismay that they still are living. Or maybe waking up is a constant, taken for granted for something that is constant in everyday life. Or maybe something changes within or outside every awaking day.
Then I woke up...
The doorbell rang, I answered it and a box was standing up to my knees taking up my welcoming mat to my home. I checked for tags and whatnot but no address was found, eventually I pulled the thing in and a piece of paper slipped out. After the box was safely inside I checked the paper.
“Do not open”
“Only open for truth”
“It will wake you up”
We entrust to you Citizen Wesson Havard with this box, if you open the box and discover it's contents it will lead you to a truth that will change your life forever. It is your choice, to open, to share it with the enforcers, or store it away forever.
I left that box sitting in my room for 2 months and 3 days, telling no one about it, with a feeling that I should give it over to the authorities. Then after 2 months and 3 days I opened it and found a small piece of paper, I picked it up and found it to be a map, pointing to the 12th floor, the very same floor I worked at.
With this I felt the gears turning that I hoped not to turn for those 2 months and 3 days, and yet felt excited. Something caused this cascading events to occur, but still afraid of the change that will happen in my life. I knew that once I fell asleep, I will be different tomorrow mourning.
I fell asleep...
and this time my dream...
was focused on the future...
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 10:25 pm
On the edge of the galaxy, on a small planet of no real signifigance, the slumbering populace of a small colony was about to meet a species that was thus far unknown to mankind. Well, it was known in a way. But everyone who had met the Kryxie had been summarily beaten down and devoured, so they don't count.
High above, outside the atmosphere of the planet, the Kryxie hive-ship unfolds and releases it's sinister cargo. A highly concentrated ultra powerful nerve gas. Synthesised for this very purpose from biological componets on the last planet. As the gas is injected into the atmosphere the people below fall one by one to the gas. Any life on the planet is paralyzed and tranquilized by the gas. A jammer array on the Hive-ship knocks out any transmissions the stunned populace might send.
The second wave moves into position. Kryxie drones are sent to the surface, scanners pick out any organic matter. The people, animals, and plants alike are shuttled to the hive-ship. All are fed to the crystalline monolith in the heart of the ship. Becoming fuel for the ships, new nuerotoxins, and base material for new drones. With the hive strengthened so the Kryxie shunts back into space and towards the next world in it's databanks.
Behind it the small world is left barren. Totally devoid of any useful matter. Even the earth itself has been stripmined by tunneling drones. The barren orb continues it's flight through the cosmos, and all without a single distress call to mark it's passing. Soon the galaxy will learn to fear the Kryxie.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 8:50 pm
[Introduction]
Activating Routine, Power Minimal, Condition Normal.
Observation: In a large white space with 4 walls, a floor, and a ceiling. Most likely part of a much bigger complex.
Old Memory: Error...
Recent Memory: After activation, destroyed several hostile targets using a phase 1 beam projected from the right second finger. This depleted power and deactivated to restore power. This room is all seen now for the past several cycles, with only 3 visitors thus far.
Memory Important: Man-in-Red must be leader, he sees this unit as a weapon or a tool and refers unit as “it.” He plans to use unit as a weapon against other nations, rather than assist in finding unit's creator.
Woman-In-White: She checks unit's access panels and generally does nothing, she must not have much expertise.
Man-In-Grey: He does similar to Woman-In-White, however treats unit less of a tool and refers to it as she and by name. However it is concluded that he has something secrete and cannot be contemplated as an ally.
Conclusion: Stay none-functional and minimal power until a convenient exit can be deduced. Begin memory recovery and discover purpose of Social World Adapter.
Shutting down... vague memory clip recovered...
“All things created are made for progress, or in your case evolution.”
Wanda shutting down...
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