[B]Something Out There.
[/B]Walking down the stone steps, the sun is warm and it looks as if I’m in a picture. Everything I can see though my is beige sunglasses is amber and I can hear the smooth relaxing tones of the Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd. I’m lost in this world reliving the same event and i don’t seam to mind as I have already forgotten all of my worries this is a place of bliss and ever happiness. I can see past the sun worlds of golden people who live in folly as they struggle to understand there place in this universe and now the sun is slowly fading and my vision grows faint I’m coming back home and it feels like everything iv been missing. The music grows louder as i approach the door I have to make my decision now I could stay here forever and i wouldn’t mind that but i have something else out there to do I just don’t’ know what.
get in me you saucy bastard
It is the year one hundred eighty eight of the reformed Universal Gregori calendar.
The Ghea galaxy as we know it is devastated, ravaged, and no stranger to humanity's savagery mutually assured destruction.
Dozens of planets lay in waste, and several others are desolate and devoid of life.
Hundreds of millions of innocent men, women, and children lay dead, Untold millions more vaporised or missing, or otherwise infirm. Billions are permanently misplaced by wars that meet no end, know no boundaries, wrath, tyranny, and merciless warriors just pillaging just to make ends met.
It is the year one hundred eighty eight, on the ninth month on the twenty-eighth day year of our Lord, and there exists only war. Peace is naught but a fantasy that countless souls, rich and poor alike, dream of. An idea that knows not of political ideas, of ideology or religion or social class. But who will be the one to bring forth such an idea? How many sons and daughters will be needed to pay the ultimate price to ensure peace in our time? How many mothers and fathers will need to reprise their son's role to continue a fight that is oh so fruitless, only to meet the same demise? How many grandchildren must suffer for an ever seemingly eternal war, for a peace that is easily compromised?
On the ninth month on the twenty-eighth day in the year of our lord one hundred eighty eight, the powers that be, tired, ever exhausted of a war that simply drags on and consumes entire generations of young industrious men and women, had finally sat down for peace talks. Not the first of it's kind, and most certainly not the last of it's kind, to ensure peace in our time. For weeks and then some, the talks continuted, with no real signs of progression. It had almost seemed that war would continute, and indeed, forever be a eternal war.
And thus, it had happened.
For millions and the untold billions that were victims of war, it had happened.
Peace was declared, and from every corner of the galaxy there was much rejoicing, but also much sorrow for the dead that could know no victory. Victory over war and endless waltz of destruction.
But on the back of everyone's minds was the terrifying thought, but for how long would it last? Nobody would know, nobody would dare speak of it. That was the future, and this is the present.
I snort Vaporwave.
HOW strange and mysterious everything seems, yet with all the strangeness I feel sure that this place is familiar or has been so to me at some time. I certainly have been here before, but when and under what conditions?
I think I will look around me and investigate my surroundings, to see if I can find anything that looks familiar.
There is the grand old ocean; that certainly looks natural. What stories of suffering the old sea would tell. Many a husband and father have found watery graves in this beautiful, but wicked old ocean. Many have said their fond good-bye to wife and children, thinking soon to be back in their happy, but lowly homes, little dreaming that the mighty deep would claim them before they could see their dear ones again.
These men of the sea are indeed a hard-working, sturdy, courageous people, and I say "God bless them."
It seems almost impossible for me to take my eyes from the mighty sheet of water, and yet I hardly know whither to turn.
I should like to find the beach where I used to spend so many happy hours. If my memory serves me correctly it was not far from this very place. I will walk on a short distance; perhaps I may be able to find this familiar spot.
No, I do not see anything that looks like the beach. It has gone, I am sure. Everything about here has changed. I will walk a little further, I may be able yet to find something familiar. What about my good friend the blacksmith? I may be able to find him. How I used to enjoy seeing him at his forge, and how I loved to watch the fire start from the black, and seemingly lifeless coal. I was only a child and yet hardly a day passed that I did not go to see my friend. No, I do not see the blacksmith's shop, he must have changed his place of business to some other part of the town.
One more place I must try to find, and that is my stable where I kept "Babe," the dearest horse that ever lived. It was only a minute's walk from here to the stable, I will go along and see if I am doomed to disappointment again. Dear old "Babe," what rollicking times we had together. Do you remember how you lifted the cover on the grain chest, you old rogue? And how you would bow your head for an apple or a lump of sugar? I am sure I shall find you, for you never failed me and surely you won't now. What! my horse and stable gone? All my dear friends gone? It must be that my mind has gone, too.
Where am I? I must be dreaming; I feel so queer and unnatural. Everything is strange and new to me, yet I am positive this is the place where I spent my childhood days. I must tarry here awhile, for I know not where to go.
I am Rafaam, the supreme archaeologist
words
bring ps4 or bust
Booby.
Hiter is a Germanish Grievous with sexy moustache.
I'd rather be a downy than a brownie
give me a girlfriend :frown:
The only thing harder than diamond are my nipples
giv steam wallet code or bust
gay faggot
I have went searching for Jesus, I have went searching for satan. I have found neither, for both are lies. I have found the ultimate truth. There is no god, only chaos.
[sp]all hail the emperor[/sp]
what is the point of undead being death knights, it makes no sense....
fudge blood is my waifu
"Will I make it?"
as I grasped the nurse's hand.
"Keeping hoping you will. Chances are against you but hope anyways."
[QUOTE]Her subscription to the Amerilink network allowed her to access Amerilink's transcontinental linkups but she knew better, if she passed the ATCLU gate the entire drive would be scanned and reported to CYBU. However, she could still connect into the city hub, from there she could access a special line from a legacy network known as Mayfair; A network that was run back in 1989 when the Post American Communications Linkup, or PAL was established. While connected to Mayfair her job is simple enough, she would encrypt the drive, and send it out to inspected by disk wander way out in the Arizonan Safe Zone. The encryption key would be encoded in a seemingly run of the mill message, and then sent through the ATCLU rather than Mayfair.[/QUOTE] she's in :vr:
Just a snippet, I'd like to write more onto this as I have a lot in mind for a story, but I don't really have an angle currently.
I probably need to get better at writing too
If you don't like Donkey Kong Country you are STUPID!
The only reason Canada is so polite is because of the amount of skeletons in the closet. They just don't want you to know.
By Canadian Law if you don't say sorry to someone by the end of the day you will be sent to a Death Camp
Kebab
This just in! Zombie Hitler has begun to round up the zombie Jews into camps.
Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise? Darth Plagueis was a Dark Lord of the Sith so powerful and so wise he could use the Force to influence the Midichlorians to create... life. He had such a knowledge of the Dark Side he could even keep the ones he cared about from dying. The Dark Side of the Force is a pathway to many things some people consider to be unnatural. He became so powerful, the only thing he was afraid of was losing his power -- which eventually of course he did. Unfortunately he told his apprentice everything he knew, then his apprentice killed him in his sleep.
[B][I]Ironic. He could save others from death, but not himself.[/I][/B]
i want cake
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