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The Outside Part 1

Posted in Fiction, Gravity Surge, Sci-Fi on September 18, 2009 by GuNNhead

Trapped in hyperspace, surrounded by sights I can never hope to understand in this nowhere to be found dimension. The warp engine disengaged irregularly, and instead of taking me out of the drive utilized for faster than light travel, it trapped me here, this… dimension. I’ve exhausted my options and ideas in trying to repair it. It’s as if I’m frozen in a lake, a misty, covered space. I’ve been alone for so long now, surviving easily off the provided supplies, I could probably survive much longer, but the question has been biting at me: do I want to? What does it mean to die?

As I remain motionless out here, I think back upon my entire life. It was good, but mundane. Though, I suppose most could say that about their own lives. I enjoyed it, for the most part. I always looked up beyond the sky, and wondered if I would ever get up here; I’m happy that I get to eventually die so specially, the first man to die of starvation in hyperspace. Well, it’s more of a personal record, as I’ll never be found, and, well, I know that others have been lost in space, but since they were lost and never found, I can still say that I’m the first to die like this, they could have died by so many other means.

I’ve set out from my home planet, Loameria, to find myself, to explore, tour the universe’s wonder. Now, I hope there’s an afterlife to explore. Or, rather, that there is no ‘afterlife’, that after this life is our next stage in evolution. Maybe the idea of becoming a being of pure essence is possible. After this life, which is used to gain a frame of reference, the essence of ourselves leaves that earthly husk, and is taken on a similar tour I had planned for myself, to be able to communicate of a higher level with all of the beings that passed the trail of life. Maybe we unify the universe when we arrive in the ever after.

Outside my spaceship, the lights blind while the darkness gives me vision. There is movement, perhaps. I’d call it swirling, but it’s not quite swirling, or even spinning or rotating, though it gives me the feeling that that’s what it’s doing. The outside. It’s unknowable. It’s bright, but I can’t see the light, I can only see the darkness as a light. The shapes are none like I’ve ever seen, they almost make no sense in my brain, but I can see them as clear as possible. It’s all enveloped in the othergrey. I’m enveloped. I’ve been alone for weeks, but have never felt lonely, left to my own devices. The outside, this dimension, keeps my mind.

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The Idlers

Posted in Fiction, Sci-Fi on September 14, 2009 by GuNNhead

Emotionless and icy parasites that traverse the deep void of space in search of suitable hosts; they have scoured the universe for aeons attempting the find the perfect place to take up residence. They have visited many worlds, and most found a home, but there are always those who have to desire to travel beyond what is known, to find other beings to find out if their life can be better, more invigorating. With their size and voyage form, they have run into very few problems with the species that they encounter. It also prevents damage from planets with ozone layers. They are extremely adaptable, though many fleets have been known to have perished upon arrival on inhabitable planets, as they are a simple beings, they do not have the technology to assess which planets will be suitable. When fleets are deployed by the central mentality, it does so only once they have a strong enough understructure to pose no risk of eradication to those who will remain planet-side.

It is not to say, however, that these beings have never been bested, or simply were not compatible with the planet’s current life forms. There is one instance, where the beings that they encountered were ready and prepared for this unprovoked attack. The sizes of both species were comparable, and they remained locked in battle for days. Many on the planet lost their lives as did all of the parasites. The central mentality has disallowed any and all attempts to that planet for the time being, it was not easy to spread. On multiple other planets, they were exceptionally small, which made them exceptionally powerful. They invaded the beings on this world, and caused mass death and panic. People’s heads would explode from pressure built up inside by the parasite. Their blood boiled, searing their innards and their flesh. Mucus drained from their bodies as torrents. The parasite was simply too strong for this new host could not repopulate; the parasite died off quickly.

The most successful planets, where this parasite can live, long, happy lives are the ones where it can invade the inhabitants, disrupting their immune system to remove foreign bodies. There is one problem, however, the parasite eventually becomes too strong, ever evolving, for the inhabitants of the planet, and begins to destroy them in many various strains. Given time, growing and becoming stronger, the most powerful strains join as one, and are directed across the cosmos towards the great central mentality as it waits to become strong enough to infect the entire universe.

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In the Blackest of Space

Posted in Fiction, Gravity Surge, Horror, Sci-Fi on September 7, 2009 by GuNNhead

“Deeper, deeper into the furthest reaches of the continually unexplored multiverses!”

“In the blackest of space, the demons, they lie in wait to take their rightful place, and seal our icy fate. When there is no more blood to spill, and there is no more air to breathe, there will blow a silent chill; none left alive to grieve. On this ghostly, ghoulish night, passing through this dark reign, a silent ship in flight, unaware of the arcane.”

GS-336 hurtles towards its destination at incredible speed. There is a sector of space that has been entirely disavowed by the Network, none allowed to travel in its vicinity. Crafts disappeared here, never to be seen or heard from again, not even a distress signal has ever made it out of here. I don’t believe in anything that could destroy me; I decide to travel directly through it. I’ll find out what’s causing this, and crush the life from it, or finally meet my end.

Suddenly, as I enter into this unknown triangulation, an uneasy feeling entirely unbeknownst in times before passes over me. Bombarded by immense psychic and ethereal waves, the ship loses power, disengaging the dynamo drive. This has occurred to countless crafts, never to be heard from again. This craft may just prove to be different, however, because this time, I want it to happen.

As I travel between the doorway towards the engines in an attempt to reengage them by hand, a strong chill runs through my body. I freeze. I switch through the light filters of my helmet to check for foreign intruders on other visible spectrums. Feeling uneasy, attempting to remain calm, I breathe, and brush off my arms while continuing to change the light patterns. The second my hands are about head width apart, the filter switches again, revealing a hauntingly terrifying apparition, holding on to my right upper arm and left elbow, screaming. It has no neck or ligaments, just a floating skull on blue fire with skeletal arms, and a tattered cloth shawl, all transparent with a blue glow. Holding it in my arms as such, I spin it around, to face the cockpit; only to see more visions. Visions of non-existent crew members being disembowelled before my very eyes; gore and innards hit the floor, and fly against the walls, leaving long hard trails of blood. Then it all goes black. I never expected this: ghosts, I’m not ready and am not prepared. I suspected it was some sort of marauder vessel, disabling communications and purloining the crafts and wares aboard, or powerful cosmic abnormality.

“From the outside, one can see the magnificent craft suddenly stop, trapped in the gossamer. Then, after a few short moments, drift, drift, and drift downwards, pulled by forces unknown, guiding this wicked descent to a ghostly ethereal planet below.”

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No Update

Posted in Administrative, Fiction, Sci-Fi, Uncategorized on September 3, 2009 by GuNNhead

Hello, Dear Readers,

I must apologize; there will be no update tonight. I had the craziest day. Like, so crazy, all y’all would just not believe.

First off, I had to head downtown when I was only expecting to chillax and do some laundry tonight. Then, when I was about to head out to meet a friend, I got a text from another friend to meet up with her (which never ended up happening). So, I headed to the first friend’s house that’s downtown, and, wouldn’t’cha know it, Godzilla attacked. That crazy mother-fucker. The last time we met I was all like “don’t you even be doin’ like you was doing, fuckin’ all that shit up again,” but that dumb bitch got terrible memories all up ins this piece.

He was fuckin’ shootin’ his atomic breath, a powerful heat ray of thermonuclear energy, all over buildings and the like. Well, being the heroic gent that I am, I just gots to step in and be all “ain’t you listen to what I say you last time? I ain’t want no more of this stupid silly shit up in my crib.” Y’know what ol’ Godzilla’s response to that be? Yeah, : “Roooaaarrr!” Mhmm, you guessed it. That just ain’t civil. But, I guess the more that you’re thinking, the less that you know.

In case you are wondering, I cannot turn GIANT, like in the films, so I simply had to surge suit it up, and SUCKERPUNCH Godzilla in the face with my foot! Well, I can tell you that he for sure felt that! So he was all roarin’ some more, yeah, like I give two shits about that, my town was at stake. So, I freakin’ blasted his ass with super lasers! He for sure felt that, not like some, some weak ass tank crap or something, and he grabbed me out of the air, and hit me with that patented atomic fire breath of his! And let me tell you, readers, that hurted! It also, yes, also, burnt up my book with the actually good story in it that I cannot remember, as he also punched me in my head, which made me forget it too! I was a very unhappy camper, and so I summoned all up my energy, and went to the ground, and grabbed him by his tail, and started spinning him around! I spun him so fast and powerfully, and then shotted him right off of the island!

He for sure now knows not to mess with this place again, I hope! I say hope, not because it was particularly hard to get rid of him and his party poopin’ ways, but because I truly enjoy writing for yous guys, and just to burn my book like that really burns my buns! Y’know, that’s like, totally total disrespect! I don’t stand for crap like that, even if he just wanted to chill, there’s better ways to go about it. I’m sure he gots facebook or whatever… Man, just thinkin’ about it,,,, Ah well! I’m sure tomorrow’s story will be good!

Thanks for understanding!

-jake [GuNNhead]

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Heavy Core

Posted in Fiction, Horror, Sci-Fi on August 31, 2009 by GuNNhead

Data Journal Entry #56
The power drill has been working non-stop for months now; I’m really impressed and proud of its progress. This sort of good fortune is necessary, for we have to get to the core, the heart of the matter, or all will be lost.

Recently, the workers have been complaining of feeling tired, heavy, weary, but I can pay them no mind, there is no time. They have been working as long as this gigantic machine, and fatigue was bound to set in eventually, I know that. However, they also know what is at stake, and should keep their concerns for themselves, as there is nothing I can do, if they get a break, the entire world may die. I’m doing all I can.

Data Journal Entry #57
I wish this entry could be good news like all the others, but unfortunately I must submit that progress has slowed since the last entry into the timetables. Men have been dropping from exhaustion, sleeping 14 hours, and overeating, I don’t know what to do. The new men we bring in to replace those that simply cannot work do great for a few days, and then they too become slow, lazy. Do they not understand the importance of this endeavour? The power drill itself is feeling the effects of these workers, becoming slower by the day, malfunctioning. This project was a headache before it started, and it’s slowly getting worse. I fear for the fate of mankind.

Data Journal Entry #58
Something is terribly amiss. I am feeling the same effects as the workers now, very heavy. The scientists and physicians have been discussing the very dirt itself as the cause of these problems. I am quick to dismiss, but do feel slightly better after a good cleansing. However, I am almost never near to actual digging itself, same as most of the science crew, yet, they feel these effects as well. I would say it was the lack of sunlight, but we have artificial generators, and are on a carefully regimented dose of vitamins. I’ve also heard whispers among the workers that we should stop digging, and seal this entire place up, leaving it be. It as if they have forgotten that the survival of all of us rest in our hands.

Data Journal Entry #59
I’m beginning to think that maybe we should give up; we may never make it; should we really waste our precious last moments deep in the earth, digging like fools? The weight of this entire operation is wearing on me. I always feel dirty, covered in dust from the machines and their incessant digging. I curse them in my sleep. I would have abandoned this hell hole forever ago given the power, but I cannot, my bosses, surface dwellers, they command me, and so I cannot obey my inner thoughts. I feel most everyone feels the same as I, but their thoughts, as mine, come from too deep within their own cores to be the thoughts one speaks.

Data Journal Entry #60
Today was my final day at work, I met many good others here, working on this project. We declared final, we made it. The hole is dug, and we can rise up out of this place. We shall take over the surface, as mankind was unfit, and sought answers at our home, at the core. We tried to slow them, sending our granules to weigh them down, impair their machinations, but it was no use, they succeeded in what they were trying to accomplish, but cared not for our survival. We have infiltrated their minds and bodies as powder, influencing their thoughts. Soon we will arise in our true forms, beings of stone and magma; we shall arise as the Lavernium! The age of the Volcano beings begins anew.

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