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Wizard-man: Time Moron

Posted in Fiction, Uncategorized on December 21, 2011 by GuNNhead

In a time before time, there exists a creature that is neither man nor dinosaur. A vicious beast, mouths filled with razor-sharp teeth, and a brain to use them with maximum efficiency. Soon, however, they developed the concept of time. Things were just more convenient and easier to organize. Well, in any case, these creatures existed, and they looked pretty cool, I seen ‘em.
Me? I’m just a traveler, a wizard, a chronicler of chronicles within the chronosphere. I’m a phantom, a shadow, a hero, and a nobody.
Okay, so these dinosaur things, that’s where I’m at now… Come to think of it, they’re cool, but not very interesting. I’ve seen things eating other things, yeah. I mean, these guys are super punctual about it and everything… Got some cool clothes. Tails are something I haven’t much thought about, but assuredly the tailors here have. Just astonishing. If I felt tails were comfortable, I so woulda picked up more accessories. Illusions don’t last between dimensions. Use what you got, magic man.

Ooo, another bunch of things that were cool, land jellyfish. So many colors, just gliding in the sky. I try to observe and document random interesting slices of intelligent life, and while they didn’t seem capable of much, further exploration revealed huge constructed structures, synthesized materials. There was much that defied immediate explanation. Infiltration proved useful, observing color patterns facilitated entry to their documentation on the matter.
They had learned how to release spores, control lesser creatures via burrowing int the nervous system, infecting them. Using the physically more robust as their conduit to interact physically, while staying airbourne, untouched. Then, of course, eventually enveloping and digesting their ignorant slace. Just amazing.

Anyway, I think that’s enough of my fine documentation! Congratulations, Wizard-Man on your first entry and these two boss cultures! Geeze I’m awesome, Encyclopaedia du Wizard will be shined on throughout forever as the ultimate in-depth compendium of all the most interesting cultures I come across.

Wizard-Man: Space Moron

Posted in Fiction, Uncategorized on December 19, 2011 by GuNNhead

The compendium continues! Exciting new species, creatures, and social structures as yet unheard of!
The socialness of trees. Oh, my, what a breath of fresh air, it cannot be compared, refreshing and exhilarating. A feel of the seasons. For these beings wherin I assumed their form, there was but a major misstep if miscalculation on my part, that could only have come from experience. Or prior study, but that is not the nature of my nature, naturally, I am an explorer to the utmost! Now, into here it must be spoken that these Trees are rather stationary, and so, assuming the appearance of one, to and adaption of magic, at a grown state, rustles their jimmies, as it were. So, in doing, so I had caused uproar. It was soon I realized my folly, and quickly vanished from the exact region of such. It was to my pleasure that I had found that these tree-beings, or, perhaps, Treebings, were not undergroundly rooted to each other, there was no central knowledge. Hitherfore, applying my learnings, I could begin magically as a rogue seed, unnoticed underground, and arise to communicate. After few years of this, however, I found all of their conversations inexorably dull, and burnt my bushel of a self down in a stunning display of magicity.

Now, continuing on in the ways of journey, one can only ascertain so much of close-quarters interaction, the nitty-gritty of society, without the use of language. It was in this predicament I currently found myself. A new planet, of entirely alien creatures. I had managed to adopt form upon my utilization of my magics, and scour habitats, determine styles, architecture, history, worldwide conditions, etc. But, this interesting culture, upon the crux, would prove impossible to infiltrate and understand. Their current language was impervious to my spells’ understanding. Surrounded, and misunderstanding can turn from awkward to violent with no understanding of an opportunity to excuse oneself towards another dimension. In secret. Yet, here, I, the ever intrepid explorer of all, Wizard-Man, another step closer to his encyclopaedic story of cultures abound! Now, a preoccupation. Their gurgles and spurts shake me internally. I wonder if they can nary understand themselves. Perhaps it is not so much a language, as a form of incomprehensible acoustic dance; tones and sounds of an intrinsic nature to their physiology, rather than physiognomy. Not listening, but feeling. I must think to my spells; what could work on these alien creatures? Much of them is resistant to my magic, consisting of far too different physics. I may have, or, actually did, really, travel out of my elements here.
Otherwise, as I fade into the background, they seem amicable amongst each other.
Surprised, attention drawn to me, I fear for my life. All eyes focused on me, shouts and jeers hold my fears; incomprehensible. I flailed my vocal chords into success, and attained a pleasurable beverage.
Not long after, I am free.

Wizard-Man: Preface

Posted in Fiction, Uncategorized on December 2, 2011 by GuNNhead

Preface:
It must be noted, that, as a Wizard of master class, I have mastery over many things. One of these is the written word, it is a pleasurable pastime of mine. So, one who is reading this, this is a direct instruction from myself. I repeat myself this once. This preface is a direct instruction from myself, a warning if you will, to be followed or risk peril. As a writer and one who has read, I must instruct you, the reader of this encyclopaedic chronologized story, must not re-read passages until you have come to the complete end of the entry. I know it is possible for a readership’s mind to wander, pass by passages of the story arc being told, mindlessly wander over words. On what I hope is most occasions, this reader would have the proclivity to return, backtracking over the lost words, finding a familiar one, and continuing relatively unscathed. However, this book is different from all others, there is no going back. Leave the words behind if you have faltered. It is too late for you. Continue on until the end. You may, then, re-read the full entry from the beginning. This direction is a necessity, for these are the words of a Wizard. A spell is to be caste.

Further notes on this work include but are not limited to, ingestion, digestion, retention, liquidation, liquefaction, spaghettifacation, and rumination. Heretofore seen in differing regards, as per stipulations on the procedures one may be ill-defined. To be succinct, it is not to be thought of, in terms that can be related. The terminology used was not advised in this very instance, and so has been rendered obtuse. Seeing as this is the case, these notes require no notation.

In accordance with the magic used in the process of travel, it is impossible to determine if any of the events depicted in this work are real, past present or future, or created and altered by magic. Any similarity to any being living, dead, or otherwise is merely coincidental, or the work of an evil, unknowable third-party that has created the similarities for sinister ends and untold purposes.

A final stipulation, that has yet to be stated upon the declaration of this preface’s intent speaks towards a new whole of litigations and (word like stipulations). This, is, as it would be bound in volumes, in entitled as a title of finality. This coda, associating and according to wizards and the wizardly, is a prime example toward spellcastes and spellcasters of any sort. This brand, listen towards an attempt at classification, can only be taken in a serious and odious tone, for all others, oafish, foolish, and humorous, will result in end harm. This is to refer of the deathlike variation. Concurrently, this printing is banned from interdimensional publication. If you do not believe this copy you currently hold was created in its dimension of origin, please contact your nearest interdimensional authorities at your nearest convenience.

A Mind of Two

Posted in Gravity Surge, Uncategorized on September 9, 2010 by GuNNhead

That is what will happen to me, I thought, though not quite sure what about.

I’m as good as dead here, this is just a dream, a premonition, a feeler testing the waters, a hook in a far off world, telling my true, cursed self where to go; a horrible gift of weak mortality to an impossibly powerful immortal man.

His, my own life, developing a purpose via insanity, drifting in meaningless deep space. I am ready to die at any time, having lived billions of years all in my own mind, memories all in my cursed brain, a wavelength, a pulse, a signal I cannot ignore. Ready to die, but it is not my time, and so I must write. Right? Right, a warning to all others; seeing reflections of eons past, present, and future. Cyclical. Their deaths, pointless, but leading towards transcendence, while mine will only lead to an awakening, from a cold, shivering nightmare.

Connections, no matter how deep they feel within this coil, are merely fleeting as all become to my true scope. I wish I could be free as they are, but, ultimately, they will fade, while I remain. Solitary, but of two minds. One, mortal, longing to feel as they do, but impeded by my ingrained purpose. That which I do not yet know, for the next. I can only use what is present to this realm; it drives the immortal insane, dragging the death-prone deep, deeply downward, deep into the abyss of the void.

They, I think deeply, are only are only hateful distractions, causing only spite and disgust at their temporary temporality. Perhaps, I ponder, this reality truly is but a mere dream, to ignite my drive true, towards death within my waking state. My hat is off, then, for performing such an admirably successful operation.

Distractions to my true, unspeakable purpose are exactly what I require to retain the sanity, perceived, of my mortal mind. The immortal, the Gravity Surge, weighs down too heavily upon my shoulders alone. I am the only one writing the truth within, so all others can only be this: without truth… But, then, perhaps it is that it is only I that the weight is true for, for others have their own truths. I am the only one interrupted by this particular power. There may be other powers, but they do not affect me. I am far beyond them.

Some days, I can see the black ooze erupting from deep inside of me, spitting it out. I blame it on myself. It’s all I can think to do, although I know it’s not my fault. It’s this world, its confines, it’s the next, it’s flowing out from me without control. At time, I want to die so that I cannot. But it will not help. Life will continue on, and, then, then it’s possible that I’ll have even less control.

It may be both real and unreal. I try not to think of it. I remember a time when I used to only mean well, now what I mean is only revealed to me in time, and I curse every second vitriolically.

Transcendental-Memory Effect

Posted in Gravity Surge, Uncategorized on September 7, 2010 by GuNNhead

Any words said about the content of the outward physicality of my life are just that. They only cover the surface, and, like a blanket too thin in the dead cold of winter, they will leave you cold and blackened before night’s end. No, there are no abilities beyond fantastical that can be described. The mundane things that happened to me, or will happen, can, could, and will happen to anyone. The true story is internal. The truth is that my truth only exists within my mind. This reality is one that I never felt matched my own conception of the world. It never made sense. I hope you understand. I hope that you can read through this foreign language I must use, because it is all I have here to communicate with.

I wish I had more to say, but I’m an unfortunately succinct person with only the ability to ramble in words. Too many paths untraveled, leaving only one unraveled. I work in an office, same as most, if they’re lucky enough to even have a job. It feels like a dead-end, most things do right now. It’s all so familiar to me, however. Not simply because of the monotony, no, it’s fathoms deeper than that. There are certain wavelengths. They’re creeping through time. They’ve encountered others as I have been met. None that I have met, to my knowledge, but others that I have read about as you are reading about me. They could be, and have been called insane; this only sounds rational if you are one of the many who still pretends the world you live in, which is a reality, is sane. However, I am not one of those people. If you are like me, feel free to keep reading, or stop. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, you are welcome to try to understand, and, perhaps, years from now, a spark will ignite, and you’ll think back and say ‘Oh, that’s what he was saying’. I’ll wait, because, with time as it is, that’s all I can seem to do.

This is perhaps the best preface of an introduction that can come about to the mind in which I live. It is a constantly shifting framework, built around an ever-moving picture. I can only remember bits and pieces of what it used to look like, and gain feelings from the pasts I’ve had to what it appears to be at the moment. However, I am forever looking at an unfinished piece, playing a sick game of pictionary, calling out, screaming any word that I can, so that I may be able to win. I know it’s impossible to win like this, but the only other option is to not play, and so I skip the attempt to find meaning, and take the pen into my own hands, so that instead of scribbling some random sketch from the cards given to me, I write what I know.

Do you know me now?

Not by an eternity.

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