I'm sorry. I have been overworked and I'm just tired. Too tired to continue this story. It's moment has passed. I'm going to dedicate what little free time I get to working on my first real book. I've procrastinated long enough. But for those interested, I will give you a full synopsis of what this story would have been had I had the time to write it. Who knows? Maybe one day I'll come back and finish it. So here it is! The plot of the story that never was!
As we progress along our road trip, everyone gets sicker and sicker. We start noticing men in black suits following us. Chasing us. We come to find out the illness we have isn't even of our planet. It's a virus from another world. An alien virus. Sick Nick is the only one who doesn't suffer from it, and we find out why. He is actually an alien doppelganger sent here to infect the world with an incurable plague. The men chasing us are from the government and were doing everything in their power to prevent the spread of the disease of which we were unknowingly carrying. The alien killed Sick Nick before we even left. I find his body when we arrive back at home, just before passing out. I wake in a CDC tent. It is in this tent that I find out what has really been happening and why we all felt so sick. The alien has been captured also. They have it's possessions, too. Only they don't know how they work. I sneak away at some point and get into the place where they have the alien's things. I mess with them trying to find a way to cure us, anything at all, and end up transported to the alien headquarters in the Helix Nebula. Humanity is doomed at this point. The virus unstoppable. Still, I try to find a way to stop it.
In case the original mission was a failure, the aliens set up a back up plan. A bomb that would wipe out all life with Earth in it's blast radius. The reason for all of this deals with the creatures ability to communicate with beings in the afterworld.
The afterworld mythos appears in most of my work. I have most of it worked out but it's ever growing and evolving. It basically merges all known religions. The specific parts of my mythos important to this story are: 1. The Old Ones.
The Old Ones are very Lovecraftian in nature. They are some of the oldest sentient creatures to have died. In the afterworld, their power has grown godlike over time. They are infinitely bored with all matters. They take no part in anything either in life or after death. They have been around so long, that only events of the most epic proportions can wake them from their eternal slumber. Old ones are not evil, nor good. They think beyond good and evil. Although some harbor deep hatreds, and others infinite love.
2. Seers.
Seers are those gifted with the ability to gaze from the afterworld into the living world. More powerful seers can even communicate with those of us living beings who have our own unnatural gifts. The race of aliens in question have trained themselves over millennia to propagate those individuals with the ability to hear and respond to seers.
3. Devil Snares.
Devil Snares are microworlds created within the afterworld by powerful demons. Their purpose is to trick a soul who died suddenly into believing it has never died at all. This is done so the demon can draw power from the trapped soul.
The aliens made a deal with some of the Old Ones to trap all of humanity in a massive Devil Snare. Thereby giving them a surge of awesome power. Enough to do something worth staying awake for. They succeed in this plan, but not before I accidentally set off the bomb. The aliens didn't have enough time to get away. So even though I technically destroy the world, at least I took those fuckers down with me.
Now with humanity trapped within the Devil Snare, I do everything in my power to wake them up. You can break out of a Devil Snare, but first you must realize you are stuck in one. I first go around waking up my friends. (which isn't easy) and the story ends with me trying to wake the reader.
Thank you for your interest in my work! I wish I had more time to write for you. (And no, I do not believe my first book will be on these subjects. I plan to work under a fake name, putting out a series of these tales later. But first I need to make a name for myself.)
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Chapter 2
Thousands of years ago, the afterlife was simple. The rules were set. The good went up. The bad went down. But people grew to dislike these rules, so they changed them. Everything became grey. The waiting rooms overflowed. Order was lost.
The aether is more malleable than you think.
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A fatal flaw of the human condition is our need to attribute meaning to things where there is none. Every human experience, every interaction between us and our surroundings is simply our brains processing electrical signals. Our sensory organs equate to nothing more than gauges like that of a submarine. Inside a sub, men act as the nervous system. Special instruments take in raw data, translate it to a reading, which the people inside use to make decisions on what to do. But those people aren't actually seeing the area around the submarine, only what the gauges read. We generally have the feeling of being something within the body, but not the entire body itself. We feel like passengers riding along in the head, the brain. Our senses are the readings captured by our special instruments ie: skin, eyes, ears, tongue.
Our brain is the crew manning the ship that is our body. We never truly see the world around us. Electrical signals are sent from our sensory organs through the nervous system and the brain reconstructs it into a familiar form. But this is not reality. It is a hologram projected in our minds simulating what the world seems to be. It is advantageous to survival to be able to form a picture of our surroundings so we can anticipate danger or opportunity, then act quicker in seizing it. Consequently, our brains attribute value systems onto certain common indicators. Things that help us are "good," things harmful to us are "bad."
But things aren't "good" or "bad." Things just are and our entire perspective of the universe is grossly skewed. Even our scientists, our "unbiased observers" fall prey to this way of thinking. Just because we share a common denominator with the cosmos doesn't mean that we are the universe and the universe is us. It just means we are made of the same materials. Super abundant, highly compatible materials.
Another great example of a positive spin on a scientific fact is popular factoid that the heart of our galaxy smells like a bit of raspberries and rum. These are both nice things, and we like thinking that our galaxy is pleasant. They say this because the center of our galaxy was found to contain ethyl formate, which is partially responsible for the flavor of raspberries and the smell of rum. What they neglect to tell you is it is a central nervous system depressant that in high concentrations can cause narcosis in minutes and death in a few hours. But we don't run around saying how wonderful it is that the heart of our galaxy is full of death liquid.
WAKE UP
The aether is more malleable than you think.
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A fatal flaw of the human condition is our need to attribute meaning to things where there is none. Every human experience, every interaction between us and our surroundings is simply our brains processing electrical signals. Our sensory organs equate to nothing more than gauges like that of a submarine. Inside a sub, men act as the nervous system. Special instruments take in raw data, translate it to a reading, which the people inside use to make decisions on what to do. But those people aren't actually seeing the area around the submarine, only what the gauges read. We generally have the feeling of being something within the body, but not the entire body itself. We feel like passengers riding along in the head, the brain. Our senses are the readings captured by our special instruments ie: skin, eyes, ears, tongue.
Our brain is the crew manning the ship that is our body. We never truly see the world around us. Electrical signals are sent from our sensory organs through the nervous system and the brain reconstructs it into a familiar form. But this is not reality. It is a hologram projected in our minds simulating what the world seems to be. It is advantageous to survival to be able to form a picture of our surroundings so we can anticipate danger or opportunity, then act quicker in seizing it. Consequently, our brains attribute value systems onto certain common indicators. Things that help us are "good," things harmful to us are "bad."
But things aren't "good" or "bad." Things just are and our entire perspective of the universe is grossly skewed. Even our scientists, our "unbiased observers" fall prey to this way of thinking. Just because we share a common denominator with the cosmos doesn't mean that we are the universe and the universe is us. It just means we are made of the same materials. Super abundant, highly compatible materials.
Another great example of a positive spin on a scientific fact is popular factoid that the heart of our galaxy smells like a bit of raspberries and rum. These are both nice things, and we like thinking that our galaxy is pleasant. They say this because the center of our galaxy was found to contain ethyl formate, which is partially responsible for the flavor of raspberries and the smell of rum. What they neglect to tell you is it is a central nervous system depressant that in high concentrations can cause narcosis in minutes and death in a few hours. But we don't run around saying how wonderful it is that the heart of our galaxy is full of death liquid.
WAKE UP
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Book 1 Chapter 1 Wanderlust
It all started with a road trip and a slight cough. For as long as I can remember, I have had an insatiable curiosity. I wanted to go everywhere, to see everything. It wasn't until the summer of 2013 that I finally got my wish, and then some. A few friends and I planned a massive cross-country road trip. We were young and not tied down yet. My 25th birthday party was to double as our going away party.
We planned our trip along major highways with a halfway point in LA. We would be on the road for 4 months. Just me and my 6 best friends crammed into a big smelly van. It was going to be perfect. We packed our bags and went out with a bang. It was one of those parties people talk about for years. After hazy, teary-eyed early morning goodbyes, we hit the road.
Dan drove first. He was a big-bearded metalhead, covered with tattoos and a wardrobe that consisted of a single color. (If you consider black a color.) Light skinned with dark brown hair. You wouldn't know his hair color if not for the beard as he kept the top of his head clean-shaven. He was the type to talk your ear off about his current girl if you didn't stop him, and loved to get on you're nerves if you let him. Not that he was a bad guy, but occasionally he didn't know when to stop.
Next to him in the passenger seat was Nick. Nick had a very up-front, straightforward personality. He was a bit of an electronics geek. He loved to fiddle around with the insides of stereos, amps, pedals, guitars; basically anything he could get his hands on. He was sort of the Yin to Dan's Yang. He mostly wore flannel shirts and jeans. He was constantly the target of Dan's jokes because of his goodhearted nature and literal way of thinking. The two of them were fiddling with the car stereo and debating on the best way to get to the highway.
I was in the last row of seats, looking out the window, thrilled to be finally embarking on my long awaited journey. I pulled out a book and read while the light lasted. Next to me, down at the other end of the long seat, was the other Nick. We nicknamed him Sick Nick to delineate between the two and becuse he always seemed to have some sort of cold or flu. Personality-wise I always felt most relatable to Sick Nick. We were the outliers, content to stay back from the main action. Often times, while everyone was involved in something, we would be in the background talking about something completely different. By the time the group's attention came back to us we could have practically created a new religion complete with a ridiculous back-story and traditions. Sick Nick was just getting over another little sickness when we left.
I drifted away from the sounds and conversations and fell deeper into my story. As the sun set and my light faded away, I put down the book and looked around. Most of the group was sleeping. We drove on through the night. I was one of the last to fall asleep. I spent most of the night wondering what kind of weird adventures we might have. I didn't think for a moment things would go as far as they did.
We planned our trip along major highways with a halfway point in LA. We would be on the road for 4 months. Just me and my 6 best friends crammed into a big smelly van. It was going to be perfect. We packed our bags and went out with a bang. It was one of those parties people talk about for years. After hazy, teary-eyed early morning goodbyes, we hit the road.
Dan drove first. He was a big-bearded metalhead, covered with tattoos and a wardrobe that consisted of a single color. (If you consider black a color.) Light skinned with dark brown hair. You wouldn't know his hair color if not for the beard as he kept the top of his head clean-shaven. He was the type to talk your ear off about his current girl if you didn't stop him, and loved to get on you're nerves if you let him. Not that he was a bad guy, but occasionally he didn't know when to stop.
Next to him in the passenger seat was Nick. Nick had a very up-front, straightforward personality. He was a bit of an electronics geek. He loved to fiddle around with the insides of stereos, amps, pedals, guitars; basically anything he could get his hands on. He was sort of the Yin to Dan's Yang. He mostly wore flannel shirts and jeans. He was constantly the target of Dan's jokes because of his goodhearted nature and literal way of thinking. The two of them were fiddling with the car stereo and debating on the best way to get to the highway.
I was in the last row of seats, looking out the window, thrilled to be finally embarking on my long awaited journey. I pulled out a book and read while the light lasted. Next to me, down at the other end of the long seat, was the other Nick. We nicknamed him Sick Nick to delineate between the two and becuse he always seemed to have some sort of cold or flu. Personality-wise I always felt most relatable to Sick Nick. We were the outliers, content to stay back from the main action. Often times, while everyone was involved in something, we would be in the background talking about something completely different. By the time the group's attention came back to us we could have practically created a new religion complete with a ridiculous back-story and traditions. Sick Nick was just getting over another little sickness when we left.
I drifted away from the sounds and conversations and fell deeper into my story. As the sun set and my light faded away, I put down the book and looked around. Most of the group was sleeping. We drove on through the night. I was one of the last to fall asleep. I spent most of the night wondering what kind of weird adventures we might have. I didn't think for a moment things would go as far as they did.
Monday, May 5, 2014
The End Is Very Fucking Nigh!
If you're reading this then you are now aware that you are part of the largest event in the past 13.82 billion years. By the end of the night all of us will be dead. Every man, woman, child, and creature on this planet and all others within 300 parsecs (978.490032 light years) of the Helix Nebula AKA The Eye Of God.
I can't stop it now.
But there is hope. I can save you from a terrible fate but I need your help. You have no reason to trust me. Just let me tell you my story and you can judge for yourself.
Before I begin, I want you to try to keep an open mind. The tale I am about to relate to you is quite extraordinary. I know you'll probably think I'm crazy. I wish with every fiber of my being that were true, but that would be denying the cruel unfortunate truth of the matter.
I can't linger here for long. They'll find me soon if I don't keep moving. I'll be updating this journal with what I can, when I can. For now, take reassurance in the fact that it will be painless at first. You're death will come without warning. No light. No sound. No pain.
That's when the real danger starts. I know it won't make sense just yet, but bear with me.
At your moment of death, you will not even know you have died. Everything will seem to go on as it always has. THIS IS A LIE.
Tonight is the night the world ends. Starting tomorrow all you experience will be a clever illusion. Even if you don't believe me, please read on if just for an interesting story. I have to go. You'll hear from me soon.
I can't stop it now.
But there is hope. I can save you from a terrible fate but I need your help. You have no reason to trust me. Just let me tell you my story and you can judge for yourself.
Before I begin, I want you to try to keep an open mind. The tale I am about to relate to you is quite extraordinary. I know you'll probably think I'm crazy. I wish with every fiber of my being that were true, but that would be denying the cruel unfortunate truth of the matter.
I can't linger here for long. They'll find me soon if I don't keep moving. I'll be updating this journal with what I can, when I can. For now, take reassurance in the fact that it will be painless at first. You're death will come without warning. No light. No sound. No pain.
That's when the real danger starts. I know it won't make sense just yet, but bear with me.
At your moment of death, you will not even know you have died. Everything will seem to go on as it always has. THIS IS A LIE.
Tonight is the night the world ends. Starting tomorrow all you experience will be a clever illusion. Even if you don't believe me, please read on if just for an interesting story. I have to go. You'll hear from me soon.
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