I have no idea what this thread is eventually going to become. I'm just making it so I have a place to type whatever random things I decide to type without spamming the forum with a kazillion things. I don't know how often this thing'll be updated either, but just know! It's here! And there will occasionally be stuff put in it. So! Who knows? Maybe everything I type in here will get linked into one story.
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Is this really how it will happen? The memories of my life all fading to black? I'm nobody. I may have been someone before, but now I'm nothing. Isn't there someone to save me? To tell me who I am? To reveal my purpose? Blackness and silence...leave me now. Go. Let me wake up.
Awaken. See the new world. The one you've made for yourself. See what you've become. Use it. Feed what you now are. You have no past, and you have no future. The things of your old life rest with your old life. You're not the same person anymore. Who you once were is now a memory in the distance. He is dead. All of his loved ones. His accomplishments. His lifestyle. His values. They rest with him. You now belong to us. We decide your values and lifestyle. Your accomplishments will reflect us. You will not allow love to get in your way. So awaken, and let your new presence be felt.
Something happened. His eyes slowly began to open, having the first wisp of air touch them in what felt like years. There was a cool breeze that he could feel blowing across his face as he stared up into the blue sky. Smoke stacks rose into the clouds off in the distance.
His hearing began to come back as well, and it was immediately met with the sounds of conflict. Gunfire, explosions, screams, fire. The sounds of death surrounded him.
Looking around without moving, he realized he was in the middle of a dirt street. There seemed to be nothing close to him at the moment, so he made a slow attempt to stand. He managed to move, but he didn't feel his body. It was as if everything below his neck was numb.
Wobbling as he stood, his vision blurring and then refocusing as he went, he finally glanced down to see what may have been wrong, only to see the metallic replacement for what was once apparently his body. He knew something was wrong, but didn't know what to think about it. This wasn't how he always was...was it?
Falling to his knees, he slowly lifted his hands up to stare at them. He could move them perfectly on command, but he could feel nothing. He closed his eyes, attempting once more to feel anything on his body, but as he did so, he only felt something else. Something inside of him. A pulse. The corner of his upper lip quivered, "What...am I?"
You are a weapon. A destroyer of man. You will show no regret. No fear. No remorse. No mercy. Now stand, and walk for us.
(yay, thing...it popped into my head so I typed it)
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Is this really how it will happen? The memories of my life all fading to black? I'm nobody. I may have been someone before, but now I'm nothing. Isn't there someone to save me? To tell me who I am? To reveal my purpose? Blackness and silence...leave me now. Go. Let me wake up.
Awaken. See the new world. The one you've made for yourself. See what you've become. Use it. Feed what you now are. You have no past, and you have no future. The things of your old life rest with your old life. You're not the same person anymore. Who you once were is now a memory in the distance. He is dead. All of his loved ones. His accomplishments. His lifestyle. His values. They rest with him. You now belong to us. We decide your values and lifestyle. Your accomplishments will reflect us. You will not allow love to get in your way. So awaken, and let your new presence be felt.
Something happened. His eyes slowly began to open, having the first wisp of air touch them in what felt like years. There was a cool breeze that he could feel blowing across his face as he stared up into the blue sky. Smoke stacks rose into the clouds off in the distance.
His hearing began to come back as well, and it was immediately met with the sounds of conflict. Gunfire, explosions, screams, fire. The sounds of death surrounded him.
Looking around without moving, he realized he was in the middle of a dirt street. There seemed to be nothing close to him at the moment, so he made a slow attempt to stand. He managed to move, but he didn't feel his body. It was as if everything below his neck was numb.
Wobbling as he stood, his vision blurring and then refocusing as he went, he finally glanced down to see what may have been wrong, only to see the metallic replacement for what was once apparently his body. He knew something was wrong, but didn't know what to think about it. This wasn't how he always was...was it?
Falling to his knees, he slowly lifted his hands up to stare at them. He could move them perfectly on command, but he could feel nothing. He closed his eyes, attempting once more to feel anything on his body, but as he did so, he only felt something else. Something inside of him. A pulse. The corner of his upper lip quivered, "What...am I?"
You are a weapon. A destroyer of man. You will show no regret. No fear. No remorse. No mercy. Now stand, and walk for us.
(yay, thing...it popped into my head so I typed it)