Our Benefactors
01-08-2005, 16:19
Them
I must tell you this tale. You wonder how this universal cancer came into being. Where did it all begin? Well, I shall tell you how it started today. Words can not describe what truly happened, vocabulary fall pathetically short. The sites, the sounds, everything was beyond comprehension. But, you must comprehend if what must happen will ever happen. Where do I start my tale? Oh yes.
The sky was blue, serene. Wisps of clouds floated slowly through the thick life giving atmosphere. The normal haze that had accompanied the industry of our people was gone that day. A slight breeze blew in from the north. The air tasted of freshly cooking street food and smelled of fresh roses. If perfect ever truly described something it would have described that morning. One felt as if they could touch the horizon.
If hell ever truly described one thing, it would have been that afternoon. It was a cruel mockery to choose that day. It was sadistic in every notion, but sadly, disgustingly shrewd and horrifically brilliant. Every person of our world was at peace. Even the most grizzled soldiers just sighed in peace when they saw the day. Many debate to this day, well they used to debate until... For the point of the story, many debated whether that weather was engineered. Did they make that morning heaven and that afternoon hell. If this is so, they are truly gods among men.
I fell before I describe the aftermath I should really tell you about the math. At 12:01 it, The Fission, happened. All around the world millions lost their lives. What is the point of saying a death toll if you know nothing of our people? I am sorry, I must stray from the story once more.
We, were humans, but we did not know it at the time. Our best explanation is that we fled this planet for an unknown reason in the distant past. How we tricked ourselves into far more primitive technology is a mystery. I think we had wanted a simpler life, lived with late 20th century technology, the most comparable to ours for descriptive purposes. War was almost unknown, so when I said grizzled veteran it may have been an overstatement. We must have made sure war was rare when we first landed, once again, how I do not know. We were great, but it would seem in hindsight, not great enough. I will return to the story.
12:01. I can say I knew it was going to happen an instant before anyone else, for I smelled it, tasted it. At 12:00:58 something was wrong. I had been strolling down main street when I stopped to smell the familiar fragrance of my mothers flower store. I breathed deep what I thought would be the smell of flowers. No such smell came to my nose. Instead I smelled something wholly alien. There is no proper way to describe it, but I shall try. I smelled emotion. For those two seconds before everything changed I stood before them. I smelled fear, anger, hate, rejoice, triumph, and many more. There was one thing I did not smell, love.
12:01, it seems this is a hard moment to pass. Wouldn’t the instant everything you loved ended be difficult to pass for you also? The show must go on, however. At 12:01 the air crackled and the earth changed. The beating hearts of our greatest achievements, our cities, were pried from us. I pray everyday for those who were taken with the skyscrapers, for their fate is one worse then death I fear. In the place of our great structures was a single tower. I have read your of your religion, it, my friend, was taller then what was built in Babel. This thing did not reach heaven, it pierced it. It looked as if had usurped God. We were in shock. We were enraged. How could something believe it could do this?
Millions marched on these towers. Millions died, I shall say nothing more. We surrendered at 1:02. That was thirty years ago.
The question of how a whole solid planet became what it is now has undoubtedly. Those changes occurred in the twenty years following The Fission. Now, I can tell you when they happened and what it was like to live through them, but I can not explain any of the science behind them, for I am just a slave.
These towers, or Citadels as we came to call them, are the source of this change. It started small. Distant rumblings in the earth. No one stopped to think about what they were. Stopping to think was a crime punishable by... Soon there were small changes. Cracks in the street and in fields. Still life, if you could call it that, moved on. Then it began to really happen. Chunks of earth began to float. At first it was just pebbles and rocks, but later whole chunks of earth were expelled and could be seen floating by.
How could the laws of physics and gravity so suddenly be made null. I have only one explanation. These citadels brought them in by the thousands. With each passing day the veil of reality around us seemed to break apart. They used portal technology. I can not explain how it works, but I know it accomplishes its process by undermining the laws of the universe. This wreaks havoc on reality.
Soon the sky had changed. It became patchy, as if you were looking at a thousand skies at once. It was later found that in fact you were. The horizon, if you even had one, as the planet quickly broke into millions of free floating pieces that somehow retained an atmosphere, would shift from moment to moment.
I remember as a child standing on the boarder of two nations. One foot here and the other there. It was an odd feeling. This too began to occur. As the veil of time and space broke down you would feel yourself in a thousand place at once. We became shattered beings. One foot would be on native soil and the other would be quadrillions of light years away in a different universe. Universe, not galaxy. You would lay eyes on where you wanted to go an approach it. However, you would not just be approaching it but an infinite amount of other locations also. Where you wanted to go would be in front of you, behind you, everywhere around you. Even, within you. As I said before words can only go so far to describe what it is like.
This anomaly did not go un-noticed. Soon the curious galaxy came to see what had happened to this remote patch of space. This is where my tale ends, and many others tales begin. Consult their archives to see what those days were like.
One more thing before you go. I have referred to them only as... them. They have a name, I do no presume to know it, but we call them Our Benefactors.
OOC: Alright this is a bit of a stylized intro. Basically the man stopped telling the story when first contact was made. This means just post something and it is the story continuing. Also, stay away tech nazis. I know this is very far fetched. This is based off of half life 2 tech if you did not notice.
I must tell you this tale. You wonder how this universal cancer came into being. Where did it all begin? Well, I shall tell you how it started today. Words can not describe what truly happened, vocabulary fall pathetically short. The sites, the sounds, everything was beyond comprehension. But, you must comprehend if what must happen will ever happen. Where do I start my tale? Oh yes.
The sky was blue, serene. Wisps of clouds floated slowly through the thick life giving atmosphere. The normal haze that had accompanied the industry of our people was gone that day. A slight breeze blew in from the north. The air tasted of freshly cooking street food and smelled of fresh roses. If perfect ever truly described something it would have described that morning. One felt as if they could touch the horizon.
If hell ever truly described one thing, it would have been that afternoon. It was a cruel mockery to choose that day. It was sadistic in every notion, but sadly, disgustingly shrewd and horrifically brilliant. Every person of our world was at peace. Even the most grizzled soldiers just sighed in peace when they saw the day. Many debate to this day, well they used to debate until... For the point of the story, many debated whether that weather was engineered. Did they make that morning heaven and that afternoon hell. If this is so, they are truly gods among men.
I fell before I describe the aftermath I should really tell you about the math. At 12:01 it, The Fission, happened. All around the world millions lost their lives. What is the point of saying a death toll if you know nothing of our people? I am sorry, I must stray from the story once more.
We, were humans, but we did not know it at the time. Our best explanation is that we fled this planet for an unknown reason in the distant past. How we tricked ourselves into far more primitive technology is a mystery. I think we had wanted a simpler life, lived with late 20th century technology, the most comparable to ours for descriptive purposes. War was almost unknown, so when I said grizzled veteran it may have been an overstatement. We must have made sure war was rare when we first landed, once again, how I do not know. We were great, but it would seem in hindsight, not great enough. I will return to the story.
12:01. I can say I knew it was going to happen an instant before anyone else, for I smelled it, tasted it. At 12:00:58 something was wrong. I had been strolling down main street when I stopped to smell the familiar fragrance of my mothers flower store. I breathed deep what I thought would be the smell of flowers. No such smell came to my nose. Instead I smelled something wholly alien. There is no proper way to describe it, but I shall try. I smelled emotion. For those two seconds before everything changed I stood before them. I smelled fear, anger, hate, rejoice, triumph, and many more. There was one thing I did not smell, love.
12:01, it seems this is a hard moment to pass. Wouldn’t the instant everything you loved ended be difficult to pass for you also? The show must go on, however. At 12:01 the air crackled and the earth changed. The beating hearts of our greatest achievements, our cities, were pried from us. I pray everyday for those who were taken with the skyscrapers, for their fate is one worse then death I fear. In the place of our great structures was a single tower. I have read your of your religion, it, my friend, was taller then what was built in Babel. This thing did not reach heaven, it pierced it. It looked as if had usurped God. We were in shock. We were enraged. How could something believe it could do this?
Millions marched on these towers. Millions died, I shall say nothing more. We surrendered at 1:02. That was thirty years ago.
The question of how a whole solid planet became what it is now has undoubtedly. Those changes occurred in the twenty years following The Fission. Now, I can tell you when they happened and what it was like to live through them, but I can not explain any of the science behind them, for I am just a slave.
These towers, or Citadels as we came to call them, are the source of this change. It started small. Distant rumblings in the earth. No one stopped to think about what they were. Stopping to think was a crime punishable by... Soon there were small changes. Cracks in the street and in fields. Still life, if you could call it that, moved on. Then it began to really happen. Chunks of earth began to float. At first it was just pebbles and rocks, but later whole chunks of earth were expelled and could be seen floating by.
How could the laws of physics and gravity so suddenly be made null. I have only one explanation. These citadels brought them in by the thousands. With each passing day the veil of reality around us seemed to break apart. They used portal technology. I can not explain how it works, but I know it accomplishes its process by undermining the laws of the universe. This wreaks havoc on reality.
Soon the sky had changed. It became patchy, as if you were looking at a thousand skies at once. It was later found that in fact you were. The horizon, if you even had one, as the planet quickly broke into millions of free floating pieces that somehow retained an atmosphere, would shift from moment to moment.
I remember as a child standing on the boarder of two nations. One foot here and the other there. It was an odd feeling. This too began to occur. As the veil of time and space broke down you would feel yourself in a thousand place at once. We became shattered beings. One foot would be on native soil and the other would be quadrillions of light years away in a different universe. Universe, not galaxy. You would lay eyes on where you wanted to go an approach it. However, you would not just be approaching it but an infinite amount of other locations also. Where you wanted to go would be in front of you, behind you, everywhere around you. Even, within you. As I said before words can only go so far to describe what it is like.
This anomaly did not go un-noticed. Soon the curious galaxy came to see what had happened to this remote patch of space. This is where my tale ends, and many others tales begin. Consult their archives to see what those days were like.
One more thing before you go. I have referred to them only as... them. They have a name, I do no presume to know it, but we call them Our Benefactors.
OOC: Alright this is a bit of a stylized intro. Basically the man stopped telling the story when first contact was made. This means just post something and it is the story continuing. Also, stay away tech nazis. I know this is very far fetched. This is based off of half life 2 tech if you did not notice.