Dark's Journal

[DarkLegacy]

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[DarkLegacy]

November 22nd, 2007. Grand Commander of the Grey Legions was instructed to carry out a search and rescue mission on the planet Helix, which contained the empire's primary research institutions. The planet was covered in a thick haze of dark blue clouds with enormously violent thunderstorms; which prevented any outsider from gaining entry to the esteemed Space Marine libraries. Unknown in what time, a chemical missile barrage from an alien threat breached the storm clouds in the calmest time of the year, and infected the entire research population with a deadly virus that mutated their bodies and turned them into monsters. Walking dead, zombies. The empire had been streching it's reserves of troops thinly, sending out the rest of the chapters on destruction missions, and the Grey Legion was the closest to Helix, so they deployed us. They wanted me to oversee the mission personally, as the documents that the labs contained could set the empire back hundreds of years if lost. We awaited for a small opening in the clouds, and risked dropping out pods through it, one at a time. The hole was approximately 40 feet in diameter, barely enough for us to make it through. Since we were unable to deploy the heavier vehicles due to the small opening, we were supplied only with Marines, Terminators, and Dreadnoughts. What we found when we arrived on the planet, and opened our pods was a sight no man should ever see. An entire populace, converted into zombies. We began fighting our way through the massive hordes to the primary research facility on Helix, and proceeded to the laboratories underground. Upon reaching them, we had found out that the documents were stolen and were spread apart all over the continent. One document was excluded however, and it contained the blueprints for the manufacturing of a plasma rifle. I quickly uploaded the schematics to our engineers up in the floating headquarters, and they sent down a collection of rifles for the use of our marines. The rifles made it easier to preforate the zombies, on our way to the other facilities. Each time we collected another piece of research, our army became stronger. Soon we learned the technology required for tempering our Tritanium armor even stronger, and were allowed to deploy a Land Raider through the thick Ion Storms. This greatly helped our effort, as we had equipped the front threads of the Land Raider with chainsaws, and the sides with flamethrowers. This mowed down any zombies that tried to even get near us, and we rode on top of it from place to place. After a toiling and hard 48 hours spent on Helix, we had recovered all of the research data, but with it - a new found power. We were now the strongest chapter in all of the Empire, and we could easily overtake all of them. I ordered my troops to bore the deepest hole we could manage near the opening, and recalled them out back into the mobile headquarters. Then we orbitally bombarded the opening in the ground, and hit the core of Helix. The entire planet exploded violently, and ended the lives of all that we had missed on the planet. Looking back, I could say it was the most revealing experience I had ever had as the Grand Commander of the Grey Legions.

[TravelerBetweenWorlds]

wow!! is this a new sci-fi show soon to premier on AXN? Its gonna be bigger than the X-files man!

[DarkLegacy]

November 23rd, 2007. Went to sleep today and was extremely tired. A blue-themed dialog window came up, reading: You are severely lacking in sleep, and light conditions are not optimal. We offer you to disable dreaming in order to optimize defragmentation of today's experiences. You will be more tired after waking if you opt to select dreaming. I decided, damn - I'm so tired, why not. I hit the "DON'T DREAM" button and, woke up with a gap in my memory. Nothing at all. Closed my eyes, and opened them, it was dark already.

[DarkLegacy]

November 25th, 2007 : 12:47 AM I begin the dream by cycling through a suburban neighborhood, in some unknown state. Obviously, the beginning is set as if I am a resident within one of the homes, as I have a friend cycling with me; a friend who I have never met in real life, nor know his name. We're calmly cycling along, when all of a sudden, a Super Cobra attack helicopter pulls up behind up and begins to firing upon us. The bullets pelt the ground and violently explode; and we began to peddle faster in an attempt to get away from the helicopter. We ducked into a side street, and ran into a random open house, which had a cleaning lady outside vaccuming her carpets. The cobra hovered in place in the air and began destroying all of the houses in the area mercilessly. Everyone began emerging from their homes, looking at the cobra in horror, and tried to call the police. I asked the homekeeper for the phone, and she allowed us to use it because we were in a heavy state of panic, but to my horror - the phone lines were dead. Through the doorframe, a small compact car pulled up, and a man opened the door towards us. He told us to get in, so he could drive away from the area. We had no other choice, as the helicopter was turning towards the house we were in. We ran for the got, hopped in and he began to floor it away from the area. He turned into an exit that took us into an interstate highway, and was simply speeding at top speed, dodging through the cars. A policeman waiting for speeders near a billboard caught onto us and began chasing us. When we came to a large bridge overpass, the Cobra pulled up front of us, and began staring at us. The driver told us to jump, so that's what we did. I unlocked the rear passanger door, and hopped out into the traffic and began rolling - along with him and my friend. The cobra began firing it's hellfire missiles, and hit our car, along with many others - causing them to explode violently. This caused a massive pancake of car accidents as the oncoming traffic began slamming into the burning metallic corpses of our previous cars, and we hopped over the traffic border to run over to the other side. The cobra pulled up and began circling around the highway, thinking we were killed. We ran west for about 10 minutes in the underbrush, among the trees - where we found another town. There was a motel, a parking lot, some fast food places, and a large hospital. The driver was hurt from the explosions and was bleeding pretty badly from his arm and shoulder, which had pieces of fragmented metal in it. We made our way to the hospital and gave him for treatment. Immediately after that, we asked the hospital staff to let us use their phone, and they agreed. I picked up the phone and dialed the police. The phone hummed for a little bit, then a rough-sounding man began speaking through the phone. "Police department." "Help us!" I said. "We've been attacked by a Super Cobra helicopter, along the interstate, and there's massive pancake of hurt people in car accidents. We need help immediately." Then the policeman said in the oddest tone: "Where are you?" "I just said I was near the inter.." and my friend hung up the phone for me. I began to hear the Cobra returning and it was looking around the town we were in. "SHIT!" I said. Obviously, something larger than we thought was going on here. We took an elevator to the top floor of the hospital, and began to look around for the Cobra helicopter, that flew past the hospital several times. It kept looking for us. A young looking doctor approached us and said: "What are you doing here?" We looked around curiously, and said: "Our friend is here on the top floor, he's got some very bad cuts, and we were passing the time." We said. "Oh, I see." The doctor said. "You didn't manage to realize that this is the matinence floor and no patients are kept here?" He said. At that moment, we realized we had to run. We ran around the corner and hammered the down button on the elevator. The doctor began looking around for us, and the Cobra whizzed past the blurred square glass windows. The elevator finally came, and we ran in, smashing the close button. "This entire fucking city has gone insane!" I told my friend. I began to hit the "L" button for the lobby, but it wasn't responding. The elevator began to descend further and further, going past the basement and into an entire new sublevel. The walls opened up to reveal glass, which went past floors of people working on computers. One floor had about eight terminals with one large server, and an overseer watching the workers. "Where the fuck are we?" I told my friend. My friend shrugged. Suddenly, green gas began coming from the vents in the cieling of the elevator. I hear a voice on the emergency intercom. It was the doctor from the top floor. "Breathe deep." He said. "NO!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I began to knock myself against the glass in an attempt to escape, but the elevator had already reached the bottom floor. The doors opened up to reveal a large computer outpost, similar to NORAD. There was a large LCD display in the far wall, showing the entire world in black and blue, with triangles, radar pictures, aircraft carriers, and air bases. Essentially, what a game of DEFCON looks like. Immediately, we were approached by two men in labcoats with syringes, and a general-looking figure turned around and began to bark something at them. Everything was extremely blurry and shaking, no doubt a side effects of the gas vented in the elevator. He began to talk to another obviously lower-ranking soldier, who's conversation I could only understand by reading their lips. "What's he doing here?" said the general. "I don't know sir, no one knows of this place." The soldier said. The man with the syringe attempted to insert it into my neck, but I hit the needle out of his hand. It fell onto the metal floor, and I fell down trying to crawl to get it. He bent over and picked it up, but I kicked his shins and made him fall down. The needle went sliding over to me, which I then took and stabbed the man in the eye with. It went straight through his glasses and he was bleeding horribly. "Take that you son of a bitch!" I said. That's when two soldiers walked over with assualt rifles. A brief flash of plastic, and I was out. I awoke an unknown amount of time later, tied to a metallic table, and propped up so that I was basically standing, except at an angle. A surgeon-looking person walked in with a tray full of syringes and surgical equipment, behind him the general. I began tried to rip the leather straps that bound me to the table, but I couldn't. I kept on trying until my wrists were bleeding, but I still was stuck. "What are you doing to me?" I exclaimed at the general. "Why the hell was a Cobra trying to kill me? What the fuck is wrong with you people?" I kept on shouting. The surgeon began to load up another syringe, except with a dark green looking jelloy-type of substance. I immediately realized that they're going to kill me via lethal injection. As the surgeon approached closer to me, I kept on struggling to free myself of the leather bonds, but still didn't go anywhere. He began to wrap a leather cord around my elbow region, looking for a vein, and that's when it hit me. I immediately bit his hand, and chomped down as hard I could. The surgeon whelped out in pain, retreated backward, and fell over his tray of instruments. The scapel was catapulted towards me, and stuck into the metal, to the left of my neck. I grabbed it with my teeth, and began to cut the bonds near my central chest area, working my way downward - causing great pain in my neck as I did so. I eventually unbound my hands, and that's when several soldiers began to storm into the room. The surgeon recovered from his bite, and charged at me with the syringe. I made one quick swipe and took out his neck, which then caused his cause to end up into a fall, and then he simply bled away on the ground. The soldiers their weapons, but I grabbed the general, and pressed the scapel near his neck. "Don't shoot!" The general exclaimed to them. "What's the way out of here, I whispered into his ear." He began pointing to the right, which I walked backwards towards, down the hallway. He led me into a rocket silo, which had one rocket still pointing upward. "That's it?" I told him. He nodded yes. The soldiers still crowded near the doorframe, thirty barrels pointing all on me. I told the general to open the hatch on the rocket, and I climbed inside. shutting it behind me. I immediately began to look for a launch panel, but there was only a keyboard with a black display that had orange characters. It wrote ">". I typed in "power on." Invalid syntax." "Launch." Coordinates? Now this struck me as odd, because usually a missile would simply just launch straight up. I was just about to type in 0,0,0 when the missile fired up on it's own and began to fly. The screen turned into a horribly drawn 2d representation of the NORAD screen. I saw a small rocket shaped symbol with lines behind it. That's when it hit me. I was sitting inside of a nuclear warhead. They had finally gotten to me. So many times I had dodged death, and now this was it. But, I still refused to give up. I began to get angry, this wasn't the way to die. Not after everything I had fought through to get here. I began to find out the commands on the missile control. "Abort". "Abort keyphrase required." I tried things such as NORAD, EAGLES, USA, VIETNAM, etc. All of them failures. Becoming even more desperate, I began to remember what I would do in a situation like this. I quickly constructed a brute force cracker, and told the missile to use NORAD's own computer systems to figure out the abort phrase for itself. The missile was already nearing the ocean, and was flying towards Africa. We were passing South Carolina already. The bruteforcer began working. Hacking.. Xjewrisdu23, the numbers kept rapidly flashing until it found the keyphrase. "Missile deactivated. Thank you General." The missile's engines then immediately deactivated, and I found myself plumetting toward the ground at a tremendous velocity. It pushed me towards the cieling of the chamber I was in, and I kept falling. A heavy smash, and I was out cold again. I awoke an unknown amount of time again to the view of a crab sitting on my chest. I tried to move around, and knocked the crab off of me. It got angry and scurred along it's way to find a warm spot elsewhere. Looking past my own feet, I saw the wreckage of the missile in the shallow waters of the Carribean. I was laying on an island in the middle of the ocean, where no one could find me. I began laughing as loud as I could. I had done it. I had escaped death. ... Or did I?

[TravelerBetweenWorlds]

just a piece of advice: try making more paragraphs and putting more space in your posts... makes the reading easier!

[DarkLegacy]

November 30th, 2007: 3:52 PM. The beginning of the dream starts with my friend Zack coming over my house, and we're just hanging out doing very average things. I go over to the kitchen counter and show him a plant that is growing very well, and tell him to smell it. I smell it myself, and it smells delicious. "Basil", I say. He begins to laugh. "Yeah, for pizza." I then get a small cup of water and fill it up. I grab the base of the plant, in order to try to water it, when all of a sudden, the plant dissapears. I call out to Zack, look around on the floor, did you see where I dropped the plant? We look around the floor, but apparently, I didn't drop it. "I must have teleported it someplace." I said. I looked around my house for the plant, and found various other species of plants that I didn't actually have in places like the bathroom (example: planted palm). After searching my entire home and finding no traces of my plant. I sat there and I told Zack I had only one conclusion. "By some odd stroke of fate, I have just developed psychic powers and I've teleported it to an unknown location." Zack, somewhat excited tempted me to try to move an object on the table. I put my index and middle fingers on my right hand together, folded my ring and pinky finger down and pointed them at a nearby box of soap. To my amazement, the box slowly began to move. I was absolutely thrilled. I tried to pull, but it felt much more difficult and the box would not move, so I used two hands to try to move it. Lifting the object into the air was even more difficult, because gravity was working against me, and as I pushed it up into the air, it began spinning slowly and bobbing against the psychic energy holding it up. The second I began to think that all of this was physically impossible, the box would drop onto the ground and I would have problems mentally lifting it up. I then kept on focusing on what made me able to lift the box in the first place, it was a certain feeling that I had when it happened, and my hands felt as if there was a strong gust of wind around them. I focused on the feeling, and lifted the box once again. I then thought to myself - if I can lift, pull, and push; surely a PUSH in the air would send it flying. That's when I turned the box towards my friend, and sent it flying. It hit him directly, and he became very scared and angry. He took objects laying around my living room and began throwing them at me. I tried my best to psychicly stop them in the air and drop them harmlessly, but the heavier ones got through. I felt a strain on my mind as this happened, and was developing a small headache, because I was never used to this kind of bombardment. After Zack watching his projectiles fly at me, then fall harmlessly to the ground, he immediately whipped out his cell phone and called my other friend Morgan - who is the largest Star Wars geek in existance. Morgan immediately came over, and told me that he knew that this day would come for a long time. He began talking about the force, the Jedi and stuff. Then my mother came home and was interested in what was happening. So we all went into the master bedroom, and waited for her. Morgan became to apply these large printed stickers to our T-shirts that had sort of a team logo - it was like a Panther's claw, with unreadable text written in white over it. Morgan and Zack both had a red claw with a white border, and I had a fully black claw with no borders. There were also a noticeable amount of potted plants in the room, which don't really exist (aren't there in reality). My mother walks into the room carrying a box of soap, and places it on the dresser. I walk over to the box of soap, and place it onto the ground. Morgan had never seen what I was able to do yet, so he was particularily excited. I began to lift the box of soap off of the ground, but once again found myself thinking that everything I'm doing is impossible, and the box began to dip again. In order to keep a firm hold on the box, I then tried to manipulate my hands to direct the flow of psychic energy to it, stronger; but creating a motorcycle/bicycle grip, but vertically, with the pointer and middle still pointing at the box. It began to lift into the air very high, and spin slowly as all others did, but then the box vanished. Thinking - what did I do wrong? We looked and saw that the box was still on the dresser. My mom went over to the box and picked it up. "Oh yeah, I can teleport things. I forgot about that." My mom examines the situation carefully and says; no you cannot, you have a much more dangerous ability. You can return things from where they once came. I came into this room, and placed the box on this dresser, you moved it, lifted it, and then placed it back on the dresser as it was, exactly in the same orientation. If you were to do this on a man, they would return back to being a baby, and further than - before they began even to exist. You can erase and kill people from existance, simply by THINKING it. At this, I clearly began to see Zack start to vent a little bit, but Morgan was clearly overexcited. I then began to think of how to handle this power, as I didn't want to simply go about and find people dissapearing. My vision then changed, to a scene of a local New York City street. A man in a green car, was stopped by the police, and they pulled up to the left of him. Three officers came out of the car, and asked him to step out, with their weapons ready. The man steps out of the car, yelling, with a Thompson that has a drum attached as a magazine (100 round magazine). He hoses down the first officer, and the second jumps beind the squad car, grabbing the radio and calling for backup. That's when the third cop sneaks behind the guy, and shoots him in the back of the head through his own car window. The guy falls back into his car, and takes his last breath. The cops then swear, get back into their car and leave. I then see myself, emerging from the shadows and approaching this dead man, in his car. People around me stop and are looking. "Return from whence you once came." I began to think a little bit and realized - this man's life was forfeit at some point in his life that he made a horrible mistake. Perhaps this is not a weapon of destruction after all, but I can use it to save the lives of others. I put my hands onto the dead man, and watched him dissapear. A few seconds later, a teenager on a bicycle stops near the bloody and shot car, and asks me if I've seen his father. I take the driver's license out of the coat that was left, and look at the picture shown on it. The teenager and the picture look to be the same person, except the teenager is younger. Then I realize, some point in this person's teenage years, they hopelessly screwed up and now are given a second chance. I told the teenager very briefly. "You have been given another chance at having a good life. If you follow the path you currently think you want, you will end up inside of this car, like another man, dead because he was shot by police. Reject whatever you think you want to do, and just turn around - go home - rethink your life." With that, the teenager removes a large sack of narcotics from his backpack, and tosses it into the car. He then pedals away from the scene, and the entire crowd is left staring at me. I look at the car carefully, and think the words again - "Return from where you whence came." I began to mentally push the car, and it vanished, along with it's ingredients. So while good men can easily hurt and kill others, it truly requires some thought on how they could help instead of hurt.