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Post by Lord Greevon on Jun 18, 2010 1:51:56 GMT -5
- The Stranger
How beautiful it would be... to see the bold crimson of blood on freshly fallen snow. The gun still lay in my hand which still fell limp on my lap. The bench I was sitting on had turned from a deep brown to a powdery white over the hours I sat there contemplating the end. My body was chilled and I could barely see anything in front of me. It had all turned a deathly white in such a short time. Just hours ago I could see the blue shimmering water in contrast to gray concrete and olive colored foliage. Now... it was like I was in a dream. An endless white room with nothing to do, but ponder the fate of this single bullet. The metal of the gun was extremely cold to the touch and I could feel it numbing my hand. I let it. If my fingers cannot feel then maybe the next time I raise it to my head I won't be able to sense how hard I'm squeezing it. It might go off on accident and save me the trouble. My hand released the firearm as I heard footsteps approaching me. I was worried it would be a random passerby determined to set me straight or a police officer. I was not so relieved to see it was Noel. She looked like she was out of breath. She started shouting at me, or so I assumed. I didn't hear anything. Her mouth was moving heavily and exaggeratedly. I could only make out the word "stupid" from reading her lips and then I went back to staring at the empty canvas that, had this girl not shown up, would soon have been decorated a lovely red to combat the infinite white.
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Post by Black Cat on Jun 19, 2010 16:16:38 GMT -5
intresting so where does this come into play
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Post by Lord Greevon on Jun 21, 2010 20:32:27 GMT -5
I won't tell where, but I will tell you that this is The Stranger's last conscious thoughts before he is found by Collins. However, that's a long time from now.
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Post by Black Cat on Jun 21, 2010 21:21:30 GMT -5
ugh
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Post by Lord Greevon on Jun 21, 2010 22:07:34 GMT -5
if you notice, there are two distinct feels between writing for the stranger and for collins. collins part of the book is thriller mystery while the strangers piece is scifi fantasy.
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Post by Black Cat on Jun 21, 2010 23:24:56 GMT -5
yes i see that and it gets strange and annoying
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Post by Lord Greevon on Aug 17, 2010 20:52:50 GMT -5
(It appears to be a letter, but the heading and sender's name has been removed. It was cut in jagged lines and torn slightly as if it was done by a knife or another bladed object. Some of the body paragraph is also missing.)
-ust lay there. I wish I could go back to better times. Before everything got this complicated. When everything was still innocent. Well, more innocent. You know what I mean. Do you ever wonder what it would be like? If I never left with Will? The three of us never would have gotten caught up in all of this. None of us would have. I still blame myself for Jack's death. He was stupid and impressionable. I should have known not to go. None of this drama between Jessie and I. I could have just been happy with you. Hell, you'll probably never get this, but if you do just know I'm going to be okay. The missile hit the van, but it was off. I tried to help the driver. The man in the passenger seat was torn to bits, but the driver was just pinned by some scrap. I pulled, but I heard the Russians coming. I'm going to get out of here as soon as possible and get back to Japan. I left some things there. -------- (The letter is torn by hand.)
"Starting analysis on Parcel 199504, 'Personal Letter from The Stranger.'" The censorship work on this one seems sloppy. We have names that weren't removed. Instead only the top and bottom of the letter were cropped off. This goes along with the witness' claims of running into The Stranger while sorting through some old mail. The top was cut in a hasty attempt with some sort of sharp tool like a knife. Definitely not clean enough to be scissors. The bottom was just torn by hand. This is presumed to have happened as a Mr. John Canter walked in on The Stranger tampering with mail. Unfortunately this letter was a personal letter from The Stranger and did not include last names. We currently have who is presumed to be The Stranger in custody, but did not apprehend him before burning the cuts of the letter with a lighter." ****** "That good enough Daniel? First time I had to use the vocal for evidence." "Yeah, yeah. That'll do. Now we get to go see what this guy is all about. Any luck and I think we might have found our stranger."
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Post by Lord Greevon on Aug 17, 2010 20:56:24 GMT -5
Still paying attention Sam? Cuz if you really like these excerpts then you'll be pissed. I'm only doing a few more. Then I'm going to start writing the actual book. I'll print a copy for people to read when i finish a chapter, but Im not putting the actual thing online. That'd be stupid.
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Post by Black Cat on Aug 22, 2010 17:15:15 GMT -5
lol ok
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Post by Lord Greevon on Aug 31, 2010 22:51:48 GMT -5
Okay, last post for The Stranger:
Introduction to The Stranger
Adrift in nothing. That's the only way it can described. It wasn't black or white. It wasn't just hearing nothing, and it wasn't just feeling nothing. It was as if I had no perception at all. It was simply nothing. A flash of light paved way for all the senses to come rushing into my head. It was blistering heat and I could hear cicadas crying in the background. I saw pavement in front of me, stretching around a bend in a road jutting off the edge of a cliff. It curved inwards towards the mountainside with a gray metal railing, broken and rusted in areas. I could taste the sweet summer air, and the thickness of it made me gag. I felt fatigue rack my whole body. The summer sun almost blinded me and the heat made my skin sting. Even through all of this, I kept walking. One step after another, I was walking in a daze. I couldn't remember anything before that sudden rush of feeling and awareness, but I could tell that I had been on this road for a while. I kept shuffling, one foot after the other even though I knew I had nowhere to go. I felt that maybe if I kept following this road, then I would get somewhere I needed to be. As if whatever was at the end of this road would give me answers or a place to belong. As if this road was leading me to my destiny. Unfortunately... I was right.
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Post by Lord Greevon on Aug 31, 2010 23:12:14 GMT -5
Last post for Daniel Collins
Introduction to Daniel Collins
For as far back as I can remember, I've had a love for psychology. I've also always had a strong sense of justice. Makes sense I'd turn out to be an investigator, but I never, for the life of me, thought something I picked up as a hobby in High School would also follow me throughout the better part of my career. I had a yearning interest in the occult. I very much enjoyed reading Lovecraftian mythos and other such things that had to do with the dark side of the fantasy world. I never believed in any of it, and I never performed black magic rituals or any of that crazy shit. I just thought it was an intriguing topic. Then one day, my life changed when I met a man named David Blore. I was at a library four years into college studying to be a major in psychology. I had picked up a book from a dusty shelf that had obviously not been touched in years. I read for hours, even though it was just generic stuff about the "Elder Gods". I didn't even notice the guy sitting next to me until I got up to put the book back. Before I even had time to ask him what he wanted, he was already telling me about his "experience with the supernatural" and how it affected his life. So, I decided to entertain a senile old man's eccentricities and asked him why he was telling me, a mere mortal stranger, his life story about his run in with Cthulhu. He punched me. I never thought someone so feeble could pack that much of a punch, but when he hit my gut I knew I wasn't going to get out of this easily. So, he after I promised not to insult him anymore, he started telling me of a research project that was going on in Antarctica. It was a rather compelling story. He was a technician sent in to fix some computers, along with a nurse who was supposed to patch up anyone who might have suffered injury when the power went and there was a third man, but he was never told why he was going along. He says he knows now that he was sent to make sure they survived as if the researchers knew something dangerous was happening. They were dropped down an elevator deep into the ocean and the chords snapped. They barely survived the impact. He told me about some red gelatinous blob formed of a crimson paste and human bone. It almost killed him, but he was able to recover a sharp bone that stabbed him in the ankle and use that as a weapon. He told me of a blind girl they had found named Rose and of a mysterious man whom only the "Protector" could see. He told me about how he got separated from the nurse and the protector. They had made it to the third floor from the basement and there were submarines they thought they could escape in. He didn't trust the subs not to have something demented in them so he kept trekking up stairs past horror after unimaginable horror until he made it to the top, a full 24 stories of madness. I could go on and on about this mans epic tale of survival and wit, but the bottom line was he survived, the others didn't and the government tried to cover up the whole mishap. I was compelled and ever since I have never been dismissive of unnatural happenings. Mr. Blore wrote a book and was criticized, however it became a popular work as an example of the fiction an insane man's mind can create. After all of this is through... I'm afraid the book I write will end up that same way as well.
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Post by Lord Greevon on Sept 3, 2010 19:19:34 GMT -5
Finished with updates. I edited Collin's intro to the full version and that's about all I'm gunna' do. Maybe every now and then I might put a small bit up, but definitely not as often as they have been coming.
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Post by thats so ravenholm on Jul 4, 2013 13:33:57 GMT -5
*black mesa incident occurs*
*freeman rules the world*
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