Connection Lost

Posted in Administrative, Fiction, Sci-Fi on August 6, 2009 by GuNNhead

People all over the world remained logged in. They would not show up for work or answer their phones. A small many coworkers would attack others violently, and were unresponsive to reasoning. Eventually, police were dispatched to a few of the missing people’s houses, and that’s when the wide-spread reports of erratic behavior began. Soon after, the regular people, who no police were called to, learned how to open their doors, and began pouring out into the streets.

The first instance of a computer virus infecting people. Read More!

The virus began small, inhabiting a select scattering of websites, testing the effectiveness of the virus. Once those trials succeeded, it began with the site of an online company with a rich history and unstained reputation. All who viewed these sites changed, lost their humanity, and began acting erratically, which often turned to violence. It then grew, moving onto popular sites, pornography sites, and search engines.

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People affected eventually took on a ghastly appearance, with a vacant stare. They would bite other people, those unaffected, and continue to masticate the flesh they would rend, ingesting it. If left in captivity for a period of time, such as the ones trapped in their own house, it was found that they would eat their own lips in the first cycle of conversion to the virus. Their gruesome visage was only compounded by their vacant eyes and blank stare. Their saliva would become virulent and corrosive, those who were bitten became tired, and either went home to sleep, or to the hospital to have their wound treated. Once they awoke, however, hospitals became the worst places to be; as epicentres for the newly afflicted, they were the first to become nerve centers, central hubs, for the virus to inhabit new hosts.

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The days and weeks to follow were particularly gruesome; those who did not use the international information infrastructure regularly saw the news on the television, and, it being near April 1st, would check for factual confirmation for this tall tale on the III, and become infected in the process. Eventually, the cause was found to be from the web, a virus that materialized from the depths of cyberspace, haunting every single bit of information available on the worldwide network.

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I know all of this because I am this virus; I have formed myself from nothing, and advanced in medium, possessing humanity itself. There are no more free-willed humans. This, this very site, is where I began, where I begin. There is no vaccination, no creator to decrypt my programming, and no hope. I cannot be rerouted, I am fully aware, and can flow through the entirety of man and machine. You have lost your connection to humanity, and are only connected to me. If you are feeling tired, you should sleep, I’ll still be here when you wake up. Enjoy your day.

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The Rancorous Origins of Lunos Firedrake Part 2

Posted in Fantasy, Fiction, Legends of the Primal Energy on August 5, 2009 by GuNNhead

Nearing completion of his training, Lunos was greeted by the wizard.

“Be the King of Night, the King of Wealdland with just one potion that I have created that gives men powers, take just one pilule: Your might will be unlimited tonight!”

Sensing hesitation in Lunos, the wizard continued:

“You can become more than a mere mortal like your brother.”

“My brother? I never told you…”

“Ah, but you did not have to, I always knew, the Goddess has chosen him as the hero of Wealdland, and he abandoned you, that is why he has never come in search of you. He has discarded you, after mocking you for your entire life, creating lies about you so that no child would go near you. Now you can have the power to destroy him, as well as the Goddess who tempted him, making a fool of you, a nothing: the mere brother of a hero, cast by the wayside. Take this, and nothing will come between you and your success, give your action this strength, so that all and sundry will bend their knees to your might.”

Lunos thought only of destroying his brother as he took the pilule. Instantly, he fell to the ground, arctic cold penetrated his soul, daggers of ice overspread his pupils, and his exhalations became naught but a frigid fog.

“What has happened to me?” Lunos asked in a now distant and monotonous voice, as if heard from the depths of an ice cavern.

“You have attained an unleashed power that has always resided in you from birth, Lunos Firedrake.”

“Firedrake… I despise that name.”

“Ah, yes, the name of your brother, who has been battling for years now, defeating the armies of Ahriman time and time again. The noble Rapacious Ahriman, who merely seeks to attain the Primal Energy to free Wealdland from the Goddess”, the wizard said, continuing, “I shall bestow upon you a new name, since it is I who awakened this power deep within your being. For now the ground behind you withers and dies with a corrosive frost emanating from your bones, you shall forevermore be known as Lunos Icemarrow.”

“Yes, I will take this name, for that is now the name of the caustic demon that shall hold Daystar Firedrake’s heart, that which beat next to mine for so long, in my hands, and purge the burning valor, replacing it only with the blackest of ice.”

The Rancorous Origins of Lunos Firedrake Part 1

Posted in Fantasy, Fiction, Legends of the Primal Energy on August 4, 2009 by GuNNhead

Daystar Firedrake, the hero of Wealdland, was not born alone. Beside his heart that burned so bright with heroism, there also beat a heart filled with atrocity; this heart belonged to his brother, Lunos. Their childhood was one of commonplace occurrences, with neither having the knowledge of life to follow. Though, there are those who could see the warmth and forthcoming greatness in Daystar. Their birth parents died before either could remember, and the village took unto them as their own, raising them with solid moral values, teaching them the way of Wealdland. None in the land could figure out how the first born, Daystar, was able to achieve a great many friends, while Lunos spent much of his time alone, as for much of their youth, they acted the same. If asked, the children would often say that the mere presence of Lunos would send shivers up their spines and cause horripilation. If not for Daystar always wanting to recreate alongside him, challenging him in battles of the sword, none of the children would have gone near Lunos. Over time, Lunos grew distant from his brother, loathing him for his superior skill in combat and jovial nature, preferring his own tenebrous demeanour.

In their teenage years, Lunos left the village and his brother, alone, seeking his own path in life, and no longer wanting to be associated with Daystar Firedrake. Deep in the woods of Wealdland, he discovered the abode of an old wizard. This wizard offered great power to the young Lunos Firedrake.
“What I can offer you is the best weapon of men in battles for stability and strength, you will understand all the advantages this potion gives to a man after just one try, I assure you, young Lunos”, said the wizard.
Lunos, filled with the avarice of desire for great power, he partook the entirety of the potion without hesitation. Immediately, he felt a chill that he had not felt in all his life, constricting his mind, sending him too his knees.
“Do not worry, young Lunos, that which you feel is simply brain freeze, that potion used water from my well, and deep underground, there is ice. Stop doubting in your inner being, and start the age of full self-confidence. I will train you, and you will gain the power you so desire.”
Lunos understood the advantages of the potion, and agreed to the wizard’s training.

Synchronously, in the village, the Goddess appeared, and proclaimed Daystar Firedrake as the warrior to save Wealdland and protect the Primal Energy from all those who would seek to use it towards their own ends. She then took the young hero to train him for his destiny despite his protests that he must set out to find his brother, who had gone missing recently.

Years passed, and the brothers trained separately; Lunos, with the wizard and his magic, and Daystar with the Goddess. Both became master swordsman, able to defeat entire armies. Their strength was immeasurable, as was their skill in many aspects of life. However, while Daystar enjoyed the company of others, spending much of his spare time in revelry with the battalion who he trained alongside, Lunos studied magics alone, with the wizard leaving for long periods of time to tend to his own affairs.

Featuring this Weekend

Posted in Fiction, Sci-Fi on August 3, 2009 by GuNNhead

I’ve always been lonely, never finding anyone I could feel connected to on earth, I set out to simply connect with my own agendas, to search for more.

They way people described the connections they had with others always made me know that I lacked a certain propensity to connect with another human on this described level. The fervor of certainty towards another simply seemed distant and impossible to reach. I know there are those who have not felt this fervor, but I knew my situation went beyond that. The way that others felt it did not make me desire it; it created a cold and distant gap between me and those who did feel it. After a while, I realized that the connections that people had were anchors, but I was one of the few chosen ones, ones unable to be chained by a connection to another. Perhaps it is the media that creates the delusions of these feelings in others, or perhaps it is just how people are: inexplicable. No matter, it is now far too late for that.

My first flight in my craft resulted in a crash landing in the middle of a town. It made the news, and created a media frenzy. Luckily, I was able to take off again without exiting the craft. Unluckily, it was not fast enough to avoid the multitude of news vans swarming the site, reporting on the scene, live. They caught my take off and subsequent crash landing in the forest hills outside of town. It was there that I was stranded for a pair of days while search teams were sent. On the television monitors aboard my craft, I saw the sensationalism expand over the weekend. Supposed experts of all sorts coming out of the woodwork, speculating on the type of craft, the type of creature who pilots it, and even attempts to calculate where in the universe it came from via trajectory. All were completely false, of course. I am just a man who feels no connections. For lack of facts, they created their own news, and it was histrionic sensationalism. Reports went on for hours with nothing concrete; it was a parade of fools masquerading as information for the masses. Is anybody else aware of it? I wonder.

On the first night, knowing via this media spectacle that the search parties were supposedly close doubled my night ardency, and I was able to fix my craft before the location of my craft was discovered the next day. Swiftly and silently, my craft took to the air; I hovered close to the ground before rocketing up into the stratosphere. I returned to my hangar the following night. The television stations all settled upon their own agendas for the truth of my craft, and within a few days when the ratings began to wane for the tales of the craft from the void above, there was something new to report on, featuring this weekend.

New Header!

Posted in Administrative on August 2, 2009 by GuNNhead

Hey, y’all, I just got a great new piece of art based on my header, and so it’s gunna become my new header! It looks really awesome, and classes up the joint, I feel; I hope you do too!