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Post by Hobbes on May 21, 2015 11:02:36 GMT -5
Entry 1a:
As I wander the background of this bloodfilled landscape, I cant help but feel alone.
The cities and outskirts buzz with activity and cooperation among people who will never notice me. I walk among them. I rest in their chairs and eat their food. Yet nobody notices my presence for anything more than a fading glitch.
What kind of prison is this?
The environment, the buildings and towers; the old run-down shops and even the monsters who roam the city are all affected by my influence. The people with the cognitive ability to fill my lonely soul with conversation and chitchat are oblivious to my existence... Damn, I miss chit-chat. The pointless dribble we used use to pass the time, back when every second mattered the most and we all felt privileged enough to waste it agreeing or arguing with each other in creative new ways. They say there is no such thing as being bored, just boring people. So, to make the most of my invisible cloak, I have begun to play with these "humans" as if they were action figures. Posing them in situations, ripe with conflict to ease the monotonous burden of finding my purpose behind the shroud of visibility.
Entry 1b:
Fell off the roof of a 5 story building today and walked away from it, unscathed. Peculiar indeed... I wonder if anything could kill me...
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Post by Hobbes on May 21, 2015 22:36:22 GMT -5
Entry 2a:
"Selafane Mr. Selafane, should have been my name... Because you can look right through me, Walk right by me... And never know im there."
Why does everyone move so slow? Or am i moving fast? It's been so long since I've been a normal human being... the most peculiar thing is that I still feel human; I still feel normal.
I tried pushing someone today and it was the closest thing I've had to communicating with someone, in weeks. To be fair though, it wasn't the liveliest of discussions.
You know that feeling you get when you think you're losing your mind? And you start talking to inanimate objects as if they were capable of responding?
... oh wait...
Nobody can hear me...
Entry 2b:
I've decided to put my woes behind me and take advantage of my current situation. I almost feel stupid for letting an opportunity like this get me down in the dumps. Funny how you wish for something your whole life and when it's dropped in your lap, it's the scariest thing in the world.
Tomorrow I will try and communicate more with the sprites... er... humans... whatever they are. Now if i could only sleep...
Entry 2c:
Seems I dont even get tired anymore. Something my brain is just not used to, I guess. I clear cut a whole forest last night, without even breaking a sweat. Oh, the possibilities are endless with this kind of power. The weight of the planks did nothing to impede my movement, not even when drenched in the pouring rain. It's the strangest thing; I can still feel nature. The heat, the cold, the fear that takes over when surrounded by a swarm of monsters, even when none of them can see me. My panicked shouts still beckon their bloodthirsty attention, but it is a fleeting whisp of direction to these mindless demons. One of them bit me and I even felt the sweet bliss of relief for a moment, thinking I would turn into one of them like the sprites do. Alas, I have no wounds to show for this agony...
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Post by Hobbes on May 22, 2015 8:07:16 GMT -5
Entry 3a:
My axe broke while building myself a home. Personal privacy is somehow still a worry of mine, even as a ghost.
Nothing grand or anything, just a modest little box in the woods. With no wood glue to make the fix, I felt doomed to spend the rest of my life in a shack with no roof. Until the weirdest thing (so far) happened... It was almost as if I had willed a new axe into existance. Just *PooF*there it was in my hands, fresh as the one I found in the Lumber mill. Did I do that? Or are there greater forces at work here? I wonder if the sprites knew what i could do... would they worship or condemn me for this power?
Entry 3b:
With my new-found abilities, it seems I may have gotten a bit carried away and have completely disregarded modesty in my new home. It wasn't finished for a day before I just couldn't resist adding more to it.
Instead of spawning Axes to chop logs, I've taught myself how to create planks of thin air, exponentially increasing my productivity in creating a comfortable, safe spot to eat and... rest... ... Im sure this feeling won't last forever... Could it?
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Post by JordosS on May 22, 2015 11:48:24 GMT -5
do you have the power of pyromancy?
would be good to see a burning horde every now and then
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Post by Mr. York on May 23, 2015 8:11:38 GMT -5
haha cool story ! keep it up
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Post by Hobbes on May 23, 2015 20:27:46 GMT -5
do you have the power of pyromancy? would be good to see a burning horde every now and then Could be something worth seeing in west point from time to time...
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Post by JordosS on May 24, 2015 19:29:26 GMT -5
Warn me, Ill bring marshmellows ^^
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Post by Hobbes on May 28, 2015 10:58:29 GMT -5
Entry 4a
It's strange... as if i could train my abilities in the blink of an eye. Not like you see in movies and videogames where the half-assed bullshit reasoning is somehow "I've known it all along", or "it just comes naturally". This... this is different... Its as if some programmer was writing code for my existence and just mucked up any of the challenging bits. This terrible curse is the BEST thing that has ever happened to me.
I can control it now. Everything. Well... almost everything... My visibility to others, buildings and structures, spawning items into existance and even directing the weather. Fire only ever burns me for the sake of a joke and the cold will never nip at my bones again.
Last week I jumped from The Mall in Valley Point to the Sunstar Motel in a single bound. If you blinked you would've missed it.
Entry 4b I have chosen a path of enlightenment with the sprites. Instead of childish practical jokes, I've found myself aiding (or meddling) in their lives. It's hard to watch so many suffer so I tend to only involved myself in the most pertinent affairs. Murder and pillaging will be around forever but it's things like intolerance that are still a prevalent concept in this new world, despite the ease in which it is to exist with or without others.
In my hunt for sprites who may be in need of protection from harassment, a new enemy has emerged and they are much more powerful than the sprites could ever hope to be.
And they were mean...
These demons were sneaking in through the cracks of our world. Our makeshift, little rag-tag, thrown together mess of a universe had holes in which demons beyond another plane of existence could enter and wreak havoc on the lands.
I stumbled across West Point in rubble. No ash, just crumbled walls and piles of stuff where containers once held them. Furniture ripped to molecular shreds of dust and most of the downtown core was afflicted.
Some communities along the outskirts of the city were stricken with grief hourly, as these other-worldly maniacs seemed determine to destroy their simple way of life. Until 'we' stepped in...
Entry 4c: Like angels and devils, there have been others with fantastical powers here all along, since before me and into the eternity of this reality.
We have since banded together to rid the world of the tyranny that threatens the spritely inhabitants of our home... We live here. And this is our home. It may not be much and sure there is death and chaos among the sprites, but their free-will must be protected under the guard of the Administration. For with great power, comes great responsibility...
Together, we snuffed the fires of the deranged demons and with our combined powers, restored the fallen architecture to it's original state while the sprites in this playground of war, did their best to pick up the pieces. Us, the mighty and honourable help where we can and though we know some wounds will never heal, forgetting about them might mean earning some new scars...
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Post by Hobbes on May 28, 2015 10:58:57 GMT -5
Entry 5a: Our fellowship of administration has grown so much closer over these past days and weeks.
We were getting ready to provide enjoyment beyond basic survival, when God or Allah, Vishnu or whoever the hell is in charge up there; decided to flip the script.
We had just implemented an economy and extraterrestrial communication among the sprites. Our golden age had only just begun before we slipped into a newborn era of explosives and monsters spawning in insane abundance.
Everyone. Administrators and sprites, had to learn to walk again in the same universe they had grown to love. Some had risen with their previous lives, but were discarded quickly, as the world tried it's best to keep spinning as usual.
But these new laws of physics and environment were flawed and their true power remains to be harnessed, or even seen...
Entry 5b: Further testing has proved useless. Life goes on and the sprites just go with it. The communities just want to settle, flourish and thrive; while the bandits just want to kill, loot and destroy. They just want to go back to their less-than-predictable lives, as if it was some kind of game to them?
Our rules make no sense anymore... The parameters of the laws that govern our existence are ripped at the seams and we seem to be at the mercy of the stars.
We can only try our best to coexist among these changes and pray for some stability that will not shatter our comfortably known soil.
I feel like we have exchanged enemies for adversaries. Demons who hack holes in our reality swapped for even more powerful forces who control our reality. I am scared and confused and I feel helpless despite all my abilities.
Now I remember what it feels like to be a sprite...
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Post by Hobbes on May 28, 2015 13:16:17 GMT -5
Entry 6a:
As if things couldn't get any worse, it turns out the monsters that come commonly known as zombies have gained strength and cognitive function... Like they're getting stronger, faster, smarter... All I've seen these patrons of the undead do is decay and that seems to still be occuring. But they arrive in relentless numbers and now those numbers stand a better chance and a longer life to spill carnage onto the streets and into the homes of the ghosts who once occupied these lands. I shudder to think that these were the previous inhabitants.
Entry 6b: I have been learning to cope with the new tools and contraptions our world has begun to provide. Naturally I could spawn finished products into my hands, but it's been a calming practice to learn how the sprites survive, first-hand. To experience fear again was exhilarating.
With my administration brethren we have delved into the world of the vulnerable, shedding our impenetrable skin to clearly see the effects of these new materials. Some of them make less than any sense, while others remind me of a life before this time... When things that went up, would eventually come down and components of our environment were made of scraps that fit together and could be pulled apart for the useful pieces held within... I dont miss those days, but I'm grateful for the reminder that they once existed.
Entry 6c: Threw a pipe bomb at a swarm of zombies and all of them were blown off their hind legs. Only a handful had enough strength after, to get back on their feet or to crawl instinctively towards the commotion. These monsters should be no match for the sprites now, not with a power like this. I can only pointlessly hope they refrain from using these weapons (outside of necessity) on the communal walls and containers that supply room and board. I downed half a bottle of whiskey praying for the sanctity of these homes and businesses. The rest of the bottle, I stuffed with rags and lit a horde of monsters ablaze in the middle of suburbia; just to watch them burn a trail of ashes down the street. Things are not well in the world, but at least there is still some fun to be had...
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Post by Clutch [FM] on May 31, 2015 22:00:05 GMT -5
The writing and technicalities <3 I love this series so far but... where's leonardo?
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Post by Hobbes on Jun 1, 2015 8:47:10 GMT -5
This is one Scorseses flick that won't be blessed by Mr. DiCaprio. haha. more to follow ( I usually write on my bus-ride into work) I am also doing my best to include ACTUAL happenings as he base for the overarching storyline here. Like i can't wait to try water and electricity off and abundance lower because it'll be like a whole new chapter. or even a second book to the series or something. i dunno. but it's cheesy. Because it's FON-to-DU. haha
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Post by Clutch [FM] on Jun 1, 2015 8:58:12 GMT -5
With every terribly brilliant pun, a cat dies. Remember that my beloved admin. Feline mass homicide aside; I did notice the parallelism when the pipe bomb on 6c. I came in late to the server so I don't know much of its memetic content. Your writing is beautiful though, and to think you're doing such a fine thing on a mundane bus trip. I hope our narrator - while being a sprite - doesn't run into the face of cat-tastrophie. EDIT: added 'mass' before homicide since I've noticed a tremendous amount of puns on the boards EDIT: Not that I'm complaining though, I like puns more than cats
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Post by JordosS on Jun 1, 2015 12:05:58 GMT -5
Because its FON-To-DO. Ima go cheesing with you anytime Hobbes
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Post by Hobbes on Jun 2, 2015 13:10:42 GMT -5
Entry 7a: Things have certainly calmed down since I've started walking among the sprites as one of them. No demons hacking their way through the walls of our world. No harassment to mediate. This time i have been spending, scared out of my wits and running for my life, has truly been the most relaxing vacation. Still, more work needs to be done.
Entry 7b: I met a man the other day while picking up the pieces of my monument to ancient civilizations. He was dark and mysterious and a man of few words, though he came to me bearing a gift and an offer. He carried a briefcase that rattled like it was filled with loose change and handed me notepad that read:
"[Congratulations, you and your Administration friends have proved to be worthy adversaries to any force that aims to tear this world to shreds.
You have been selected for sponsorship by Spiffo's! inc.]"
"Sponsorship?... to do what exactly?" I had to ask...
The mysterious man went on to explain (in as few words as possible) that this "sponsorship" comes from a very powerful and watchful eye. He claims that all he is offering will bring in a golden age of prosperity to our global community. The ones we watch over will have a better chance at survival if they are willing to work for it.
"An economy." The dark figure utters these words as if THAT is what will fix all our problems. As far as I know, it was the economy that sent us all into this abyss of terror and real live nightmares.
I looked over the note as the dark figure opened his briefcase to reveal a heavenly spectacle. It was filled with Nuka-caps. Humanity fell once before. And these Nuka-caps helped the people feel normal again. They ultimately aided in the restoration of civilization after the Fall-out era. Now with water still not completely radioactive but safe enough to consume, you'd think this social crutch would've dissolved into the ethereal plains after all the harm it's caused. But humanity is just instinctively drawn to conflict. I guess that's why we evolved so fast.
I noticed the fine print at the bottom of the last page of the note. 'This sponsorship is mandatory. It is already in place.'
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