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| 14 May 2013 02:07 PM |
| Because I need to store all of these short stories somewhere. |
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| 14 May 2013 02:07 PM |
The afterlife isn't so bad.
Now, it may sound like the afterlife is an exciting thing, and if it does then I'm sorry, as I've planted the wrong idea in your head. Picture this: You die. That's the shocking first step to getting here in the first place. I barely remember my own death; my life really doesn't matter compared to the copious amount of years I've spent in my death.
As far as I know, transportation to the afterlife is a sudden thing. All I remember is some stupid dare, a bridge, a few drinks, and a long fall. Then, with no momentum, no warning, no blackness, no flash, not even enough time to blink, I was in a completely white room. Alone. You could imagine my confusion.
It was all so sudden! Getting my bearings was the hardest part. Where was I? Had I been kidnapped? That's what I thought at first. You don't end up alone in a room unless you're kidnapped. But then again, I hadn't felt tired at all or dizzy. There wasn't an exit either. I certainly checked a few dozen times. Per minute. For six hours. I even tried calling out as if some invisible force were there, stupid enough to let out someone that it had just kidnapped.
It occurred to me that I wasn't tired at all, nor was I hungry or thirsty. My confusion cleared after a few weeks of feeling just the same as when I died.
I realized I was dead.
It was stuck in the back of my mind for a few days. A dancing, teasing suspicion. No, not a suspicion. I knew it, and I knew it well, but my mind couldn't handle something so... irrational. "Death?" I thought. "This can't be death! Death isn't some white room!" I figured for a couple days that it had to be some government experiment. Hell, after a few more weeks, I was willing to think it was an alien abduction.
It couldn't continue. I was kidding myself and I knew it more with each passing day. The truth is never a gentle mistress. She teases, leaves you to the weak lies you try to convince yourself with, and just when you think you're safe, she tears them down one by one as some kind of cruel game.
I couldn't take it. For weeks, I pounded on the hard stone-like walls as if it would do anything to help, screaming as if some would listen. "This is it? This is death? I've wasted my life preparing for you, and this is what what you give me!? Listen to me!"
One day, I stopped. Just slowed down my rage. It clearly wasn't doing anything. I just slumped down, leaned back, and sat. I would have slept for years if I could. I didn't bother to mourn myself. I was alone, and that was that. That was the truth.
After a month or so, I began to think about things. Anything, really. It started small: the reason for being where I was. Perhaps a dying dream? Was this just a blank template for everyone to go? Eventually, my mind jumped, and I thought about other things.
This continued for years. A few thousand, in fact. The definition of true happiness, humankind's role in the universe, the meaning of life...
It doesn't matter what I thought about after the meaning of life. The question occurred a lot in my thoughts, and eventually, after a few thousand years, a tiny thought came into the very back of my mind:
"There is none."
I found myself immediately in a hazy brown meadow, sunny and warm. I didn't react. I hadn't felt emotions in years, and now wasn't the time to start.
I figured that something important would happen if I elaborated on my thought. I repeated myself out loud.
"There is none."
Life is random.
I shot up into the sky. Maybe if I think more. Maybe if I think something specific.
All species of the universe, including humans, are merely there to exist for a few thousand years until the universe itself eventually dies after trillions. Sentient beings try to find a purpose merely to convince themselves--
And just like that, I could see everything.
It's a hard thing to explain. I simply saw the universe and knew everything in it. I could hear, too. Voices in my head. Asking for things.
Prayers, I thought. Annoying. I tuned them out.
For a few days I interacted with Earth. Why not? It was the place I had the most experience in.
I started by making people happy. For just a second, everyone on the planet was happy because of me. No physical changes, but everyone just had that warm feeling I didn't remember. This required effort, a feeling I wasn't even all that familiar with as a living being, to maintain. I couldn't keep them happy. It was too difficult.
So I killed a country.
Or at least, I started to. A far, far higher death rate in a city in a country that seems like it was only created a thousand years ago. Halfway through their deaths, however, I thought: Why? Give them a mere hundred years and they'll repopulate. Plus, this required effort. It all traced back to meaning of life. Or, well, lack thereof.
So I watched. Bored.
When I wanted to die the most, I became God. |
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| 14 May 2013 02:09 PM |
| (guys if you can find that zombiesque hunger-themed thread that would be nice) |
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| 14 May 2013 02:59 PM |
It was discovered that the Earth was slowly heading into the Sun. Earth had around ten years before it was decimated, and 7 years before it was too hot to sustain life.
The first news of this caused, as you can imagine, mass panic and denial until a few months later saw the sun being much larger than it should have been. There was no denying the inevitable doom now; the human race was going to end.
The richest countries' governments tried its best to hold civilization together while they got top scientists on the job to find some sort of solution or, at the very least, a delay. The first solution, space travel, was obvious. However, it was also too time consuming. They were grounded on Earth, so the only thing that anyone could even hope to do was delay death. Of course, the public wasn't informed of this, or humanity would close in on itself before the sun did! No, on the outside, people were told that escape pods would be created before the sun killed anyone. This was a lie. Most people knew it.
Rather, the scientists tried something else: simulation pods capable of erasing a person's memory and putting them into a fantasy world, shared by multiple people through the connection of the pods. Time restraints didn't allow them to make the world perfect. Only the same. You know the first testers as Adam and Eve.
Of course, this wasn't efficient. They needed to make the life seem longer than it actually was in the new universe that the scientists had created, to make an extremely accelerated simulation of an entire life go in slow motion. By the end of several years of frantic testing and updating, a whole simulated life was 10 seconds (about a decade per second) and the "universe" was finished. With a year to spare, the scientists rushed to get as many people into pods as possible. Every 8 seconds deprived someone of another life!
Mass manufacturing didn't go well, however, and was slow due to the chaotic nature of a race with a year left to live. There was a month left by the time that the few survivors of the mass chaos (200,000 or so) were all in a pod. Of course, the nature of reproduction would mean that in so many generations, there would be more than 200,000 people. Those were accounted for, and the unfilled bodies were simply filled with AI.
I'm the only one left as the Sun grows closer. Someone had to maintain the simulation, and naturally, that was me. They began calling me God a little while ago. Just for fun, I planted a few images of the predicted future based on the behavior patterns of the AI into some of the dreams of the pods' inhabitants.
People were marked as waking up when their pod was lit brightly. I've developed a good reaction for it.
When you see a bright light flashing before your eyes when you're about to die, don't worry.
You'll be born again soon.
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| 14 May 2013 03:03 PM |
Week 5
I can't go outside. I won't let myself. There are...things out there.
To start at the beginning, I woke up in the morning one day and looked out the window to find that the streets were littered with puddles of blood. There were people standing out there, however. They weren't normal people, though. More like rabid humans. Unable to think, as if they had no higher brain functions. Hell, maybe they don't.
They're starving, down to where their skin was all gray and flaky, more like something to thinly cover the bones so that these poor people wouldn't be shambling skeletons. They're either losing hair or they don't have any. They keep circling around, trying to find something, anything to feed on. That includes humans. Altogether, they're unstoppable; everybody who has left their house to stand up to them was surrounded and eaten until nothing was left. Any weapons that were taken were eaten, too. Usually, they all have to divide the food among each other. Seeing as how there are dozens upon dozens, though, this typically means that they are lucky to eat anything bigger than a strawberry every week.
Occasionally, one of those savages tries to take all of a human body for itself. The rest all gang up and eat it as a side with the main course. It's...disturbing, to say the least.
I don't know where they've come from or how to stop them.
I don't know much about them. The power was out the whole time, so I couldn't do any research. I suppose that means that whatever this is, it's widespread.
I do know, however, that they refuse to go indoors. Even if you leave all the doors and windows open and stand a few inches from the open doorway, the most they'll do is stare at you. Maybe drool a little.
Luckily, I've had plenty of food and water stockpiled in case of emergency. I'm a bit of a conspiracy theorist. If you want to laugh at me, well...You aren't really justified in it anymore.
Week 20
I've finally run out of food 8 weeks ago. Not just the stockpiled food, but leather and anything else edible in my house. I ran out of the stockpiled food in 10 weeks.
I'm just tired of it, you know? The constant, seething hunger as those things outside get to tear apart anything that's edible. Meanwhile, I'm stuck here in my house with nothing at all to eat. I've grown to hate it inside. Started to develop claustrophobia, I know it. Do you know how brutal the effects of starvation are? I'm losing my hair, first off, and my skin is getting all gray and flaky. I don't even have enough fat left to prevent the most basic pain. I leaned against the wall the other day, and you know what happened? I got a bruise. I got a bruise from leaning against a wall!
I won't die, either. The hunger and the thirst just won't spare me. Every day it gets worse, gnawing at me, but I remain alive. I should have died of dehydration weeks ago. Come to think of it, I should have starved to death already, too. You can even see my bones visibly through my skin, for Christ's sake! I can feel myself getting dumber, too. More savage.
I bet that there's food outside. I'll take anything at this point.
I can't stay inside. I won't let myself. There are...Allies out there. |
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| 26 Jun 2013 12:21 AM |
I've walked many roads.
The dust has filled my coat rapidly enough that until my final road is traveled, trying to wash it off is pointless. I've been shot, stabbed, and burned sometimes all at once by bandits. I've been poisoned by scorpions and trapped by cannibals. The tips of my ears are now mutilated by harsh wind and the shrill cries of those stolen by it, and the tips of my fingertips have held the ashes of once great communities laid waste to by the nature of war. I've survived long enough to see my loved ones die in my arms, to hear their warm heartbeats grow silent and release them from this plane of existence into another that I've long since given up on. Several spots where my bones used to be are now held by prosthetic replacements. My gun is nearly broken and hasn't been cleaned in a decade. My knife is now a blunt stick made of iron. I grow tired. I don't want to keep fighting and I've never known a life where I haven't.
I've walked many roads, friend, but the only one left is the one leading home.
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| 26 Jun 2013 12:28 AM |
| I saved this thread, you write good. |
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| 26 Jun 2013 12:29 AM |
| I guess I'll this as my poetry storage unit, then. Thanks! |
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| 26 Jun 2013 12:33 AM |
hey now
go make your own story storage store, this is mine
also i'm updating that last thing while i'm at it
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I've walked many roads.
The dust has filled my coat rapidly enough that until my final road is traveled, trying to wash it off is pointless. I've been shot, stabbed, and burned, poisoned, exploded, torn, cut, and beaten---sometimes all at once. The tips of my ears are now mutilated by harsh wind and the shrill cries of those stolen by it, and the tips of my fingertips have held the ashes of once great communities laid waste to by the nature of war. I've survived long enough to see my loved ones die in my arms, to hear their warm heartbeats grow silent and release them from this plane of existence into another that I've long since given up on. Several spots where my bones used to be are now held by prosthetic replacements. My gun is nearly broken and hasn't been cleaned in a decade. My knife is now a blunt stick made of iron. I grow tired. I don't want to keep fighting and I've never known a life where I haven't.
I've walked many roads, friend, but the only one left is the one leading home. |
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| 26 Jun 2013 12:36 AM |
| That statement wasn't violent in any way... is that possible? Anyhow, since your tone was nice, okay, I won't post here. |
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| 26 Jun 2013 12:37 AM |
| (I guess I could say that you're looking at it wrong, but if there were a wrong way to look at it, it wouldn't be much of a story, would it?) |
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| 26 Jun 2013 12:39 AM |
Exactly!
To live forever, it is a remarkable phrase. Do you wish to live forever with pain and suffering, or to live forever with gratuity and happiness?"-fathat121 |
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| 26 Jun 2013 12:42 AM |
| (In any case, it is now going to be my response to anything about groups or games here in RP just to screw with people. Especially the biographies for group members. That'll be good fun.) |
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| 26 Jun 2013 12:43 AM |
| I'd like to hear your biography. In fact, I'm sure that lots of people here would pay good money to see it. |
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| 26 Jun 2013 12:44 AM |
| (Can't I just use the one I've typed up for the Recesity Hivemind? My IRL life is pretty boring, hence why I got so good at writing in the first place.) |
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| 26 Jun 2013 12:47 AM |
| I believe that good writing ability is obtained through inspiration, and the greatest insprations are memories of emotional pain. |
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| 26 Jun 2013 12:50 AM |
| (then i guess the whole "inspiration" thing can be quantity over quantity, seeing as how the most dramatic thing in my life was that one time that someone of the opposite gender poked my arm) |
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| 26 Jun 2013 12:50 AM |
("quantity over quantity"
typ...aw, screw it) |
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| 26 Jun 2013 12:52 AM |
| I'm not sure if that's the way to get inspiration, it's just an assumption. |
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| 26 Jun 2013 12:58 AM |
Rec... It would be a shame if Grammar Prime heard about this.... >:)
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| 26 Jun 2013 01:01 AM |
| (Well, "quantity over quantity" can be grammatically correct. I'm just lucky I haven't upgraded GP's Context Parameters yet.) |
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| 26 Jun 2013 01:01 AM |
| I like how you used "someone of the opposite gender" instead of male or female. |
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| 26 Jun 2013 01:03 AM |
(i like to stay ambiguous)
(Anyway, I'd appreciate if people would stop posting here so that the thread can remain as its true purpose. If you want to go off-topic, go find the original threads of the story. I don't care if that goes off-topic.) |
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| 26 Jun 2013 01:35 AM |
Obviously the answer to life is 42.
~ Easiest Egg + Eggvertisement Egg, I dare you. ~ |
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