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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2019 9:53:28 GMT
No criticism intended mate. Was amazed by the verity of voices. Thats a skill. If I was looking at hiring, then I would have likely listened multiple times *chuckle*
Certainly like the premise presented in the book, and I've downloaded it for a read. Cheers for that.
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Post by vigilant on Jan 10, 2019 1:33:56 GMT
hope you enjoy. Glad to share the next two, for free. Just let me know if/when you'd like to read forward. I didn't think you were criticizing btw. Thanks for the kind words!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2019 17:52:28 GMT
hope you enjoy. Glad to share the next two, for free. Just let me know if/when you'd like to read forward. I didn't think you were criticizing btw. Thanks for the kind words! Apologies Vigilant, have not been in a "reading mood". Sat down and gave it a read today. Certainly some "interesting" themes presented within. Would be curious to read the other two to see where you'd take the story.
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Post by vigilant on Feb 15, 2019 7:18:35 GMT
Sol, no worries at all. Thanks so much for reading! Let me know via PM your preferred e-reader format and I'll get'em to you!
The first book was my very first novel, and I'm told I got better as an author, as I went. I hope you enjoyed!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2019 20:51:26 GMT
The Emperor's Ring
Alice: "It is time."
Nobody: "Everyone has different preference and take on with their life. I am not particular to rule that, I believe in freewill."
Alice: "The time is now."
Nobody: "Are you listening to me?"
Alice: "Yes. Isn't it obvious? You want to rule with your own authority to see things to go in a different direction. The time is now so you can receive a starting point of experience."
Nobody: "I have the forbidden knowledge and multiverse's cosmic plan. I.. "
Alice: "Here is the Excalibur in form of ring, only wearable by worthy and crowned one.. that is you."
Nobody: "I see."
Alice: "Now you are the God Emperor of Multiverse."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2019 0:16:41 GMT
The Flag - Part 1 ********************
A group of players gather near the flag hole location within the safely zone, preparing to head out.
Another player arrives and introduces herself, "Hello. I'm Gerube. They told me to meet up with Group Omega.."
Rockstar: "Welcome to the Hell maze."
Gerube: "Thanks.. I'm to assist with capturing the flag."
Rockstar: "No worries, we can just use the AI."
Gerube: "AI? I don't see.."
Rockstar: "This machine. We just call her AI."
Gerube: "Um yeah, uh.. they said capturing the flag will be final one at that, and rest of players will be freed if we achieve the objective. I am flag specialist."
Rockstar: "Very well."
Gerube: "Well, will the AI comply?"
Rockstar: "Yeah. You gotcha, AI?"
AI (staring at Gerube): "Yes sir."
The group pack up & armed themselves with weapons and ammo. Just before they head out of the safely zone, all of them adjust their jetpack and legged exo-skeletons.
Rockstar: "Yall know the drill. Ready.. 1, 2, 3!"
They leaped out of the zone into the dark corridor of Hell maze...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2019 9:49:09 GMT
***** BlackVoid Tavern *****
Bartender 1: "Welcome. Here is a M mug for you if you like."
Patron: "Thank you."
The patron looks at around the other patrons drinking and talking. He looks unsure.
The manager walks over to the patron and said, "Greeting. We were told that you would be the special patron. Come on, we are waiting for you."
Patron: "Ok."
The manager and patron walk over to a table at corner. She introduces herself to the patron, then him to a group of off-duty bartenders and a wall indicting that the BlackVoid Tavern Presence is listening.
Patron: "Nice to meet all of you. I am John."
Manager: "You can sit down if you want. We are anxious to hear your story."
John: "Ah yes."
John drinks his M mug and said, "The story is about the Illuminati's endgame."
Manager (grins): "Some of us have heard various Illuminati stories. And also watched the Avengers Endgame as well."
John: "Yes, I imagine so."
John continues to drink his M mug then afterward said, "This M beer is pretty good. Care to share its recipe secret?"
Manager (chuckles): "Ask the wall."
John: "Ha. Sorry, I'm going a bit off trail."
A moment of silent pause. John wipes his lips with his right hand then said, "The story is actually about the Blue Monarch."
***** BlackVoid Tavern - To be Continued *****
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2019 10:21:31 GMT
***** BlackVoid Tavern *****
"Once upon a time.." said by John then he pauses for a moment, looking around at the manager and bartenders. They are intently listening.
John: "A white wolf in humanoid form saw people at a valley being hooked up to their strange looking devices called computer and smartphone."
He performs body gestures representing computer and smartphone.
John: "She grinned as if about to do something menace."
He makes a face expression of wolfish grin.
John: "So.. the wolf performed a spellcast from on a top of hill. A blue aura and dust stars in the sky began to form and fell downward to the valley."
John abruptly stops saying.
A moment of silence. Before one of bartenders start to utter a voice sound, John puts his both hands up in the air and said, "Poof! The people transformed into humanoid blue butterflies."
John: "They flied to the wolf then they all danced together. Just like that.. the end."
John finishes his M mug and smiles.
A bartender softly nods with a skeptical face expression then said, "No offensive intended, but they danced in the end? That doesn't sound very.. "
John: ".. epic?"
Bartender gestures a point finger at John and said, "Yeah."
John: "I told a story, didn't I?"
Bartender: "Well, yeah but.. we were told you'd be a special patron and we are sort of expecting something.."
John: ".. so grandeur?"
Bartender (chuckles): "Do you have to finish every sentence I start?"
John chuckles then said, "One of those blue butterflies is writing down and posting about our story conversation right now."
***** BlackVoid Tavern - To be Continued *****
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***** BlackVoid Tavern *****
Bartender: "What are you talking about?"
John: "Also a person is writing down an event of which we are part of, from elsewhere."
Manager: "How do you know that? The Presence would had informed me."
John: "Ask the wall."
Wall: "...John is right...I withheld an information about the Blue Monarch..."
John gestures toward the manager and said, "There you go."
The manager and group of bartenders look at the wall.
Wall: "...I needed a confirmation from John...this is indeed a mega-existential story situation...An event involving multi-interconnected stories from some different realms...examples as follow...here...humanoid butterfly writing within the blue monarch story...and...person writing all of that..."
Bartender points his finger toward up in the air and said, "Let me get this straight.. a person is writing down about us and a humanoid blue butterfly is also writing down about us within the blue monarch story told by John.. and we are talking about both. Right?"
John: "Yes."
***** BlackVoid Tavern - To be Continued *****
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***** BlackVoid Tavern *****
Bartender: "So.. what seems to be problem with all of that?"
John: "It is not a problem. Just pointing it out."
Bartender: "Ok."
John: "May I get another M mug, please?"
Manager: "Sure.. I think all of us also need another one as well."
The manager heads to the front counter. One of bartenders widens her eyelids briefly and said, "That is quite epic." Other bartenders nod in agreement with her.
John: "Well, the multiverse story being carried out. One example such as written down and posted on something they called The Internet on a planet called, Earth. Accessible by almost everyone on it. I'm still a bit old school myself, I live in a realm that is quite different from other realms.."
E.T. Bartender (translated): "Before I joined up with here, we already have something similar to the Internet, ours span inter-galaxies."
Bartender: "Pwn!"
E.T. Bartender (translated): "Easy, young bartender."
John: "What is pwn?"
E.T. Bartender (translated): "The pwn is a term word referring to an action of completely defeat an opponent or more in a video gaming on computer or console."
John: "Uh.. I didn't get pwned. I don't.."
Young Bartender: "No no, I meant in terms of comparison between the Internet on Earth to inter-galaxies, sometimes the pwn can be an expression used to convey the thought-form or feeling of completely overwhelmed or off scale by something. Like for an example, I could say something like; I feel so pwned by the Star Trek TNG series."
John: "I kinda see."
E.T. Bartender looks at the young bartender and said, "The Star Trek TNG series is actually good for you to try understand."
Young Bartender: "Just an example, remember?"
E.T. Bartender: "I have a whole collection of it, you can borrow and watch.. I am willing to explain if you don't understand it."
Young Bartender: "Ok ok, easy. Trekkie."
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Post by clu on Oct 6, 2019 22:33:31 GMT
***** BlackVoid Tavern ***** Out of nowhere the air in the whole Tavern flashes bright as daylight then everything fades to black for a few seconds... As everyone in the Tavern starts to regain their normal vision the otherwise blank wall between the Tavern bathrooms starts to shimmer. A few patrons also sense an electronic hum coming from the wall and the shimmers start organizing into ripples making the wall seem almost like liquid. As the ripples move outward in concentric rings from a point about three feet up from the floor the wall texture starts morphing...into an image: By now most of the patrons and bartenders have formed a semi-circle near the wall to observe this phenomena. The ripples eventually slow down to nothing and the hum also dies away. A couple patrons gasp loudly as the outline of first a dress boot and leg then the outline of a whole hooded person walks through the wall into the Tavern. Only the outline of this person's clothes can be definitively seen. It's as if his clothes edges are sparkling and glowing but the person...just nothing. The more concentration used to try to see this person the more that space shimmered and showed what was behind him instead. The male patron closest to the bartender whispered, "who is that?" The bartender whispered back, "the holey man, sir..." "He's religious?" asked the patron back to the bartender. Again the bartender whispered, "no...think portals". "I thought the cake was a LIE!" exclaimed the patron this time loud enough for all in the semi-circle to hear. Holey Mancer's glowing hood slowly turned to faced the patron and said in a deep electronic voice, "Only if you tell lies." ***** (((much larger version here: BV:T )))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2020 19:30:32 GMT
BlackVoid Tavern
The manager and bartenders gathered around a counter. A meeting began.
Manager: “Ok, we have an emergency: An universe is about to implode, and its inhabitants have nowhere to go. This BVT has spoke with me about that.
Bartender: “Which universe?”
Manager: “Hox Universe.”
Bartender: “So, what are we going to do?”
Manager: “This BVT place is willing to stretch its rooms into almost infinity, to accommodate all inhabitants from the universe for a limited time.”
Bartender: “Ok, what about stars and planets?”
Manager: “They will be.. transformed into humanoid scale to fit in, via through the front door. I don’t know how it is done, all I know we gotta do it soon as possible after this meeting.”
Bartender: “How many.. ?”
Manager (sighed): “Trillions.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2020 0:43:05 GMT
BlackVoid Tavern: History Conversation
BVT: "... me once was like you ... long time ago ... "
Manager: "Were you a human?"
BVT: "... yes ... female ... worked through ... "
Manager: "What happened?"
BVT: "... a choice ... to become this ..."
Manager: "It still feel a bit strange talking to this wall.. to you."
BVT: "... i know ... i could make an appearance if you want ... "
Manager: "Oh, I didn't know you could do that.."
BVT: "... it takes an effort ..."
Manager: "You don't have to do that."
BVT: "... it is ok ... a rare occurrence is needed ..."
A few moments of silence ensured.
Manager: "Are you still there?" spoke to the wall.
Sounds voiced: "I'm behind you."
Manager turned head toward an adult female human right there at the doorway.
Manager: "Oh wow."
BVT: "In a way, I became a goddess. You are the first to see me in this way. I had to wait until you are ready enough."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2020 7:35:05 GMT
Bedtime Story: The Legend of Caylus ArkMaddie: "Mommy, I want you to tell me the Caylus story again!" Jane: "You forget to say please." Maddie: "Please?" Jane: "Alright." Jane: "Once upon a time when some people were sad, troubled, and a little lost." Jane: "Caylus Ark came." Jane: "She made them feel free and better about themselves." Jane: "She was so strong and kept going on." Jane: "Until a giant evil spirit that was big as the world.. it saw her actions, it wanted to break her spirit." Jane: "Slowly the evil spirit tried to weaken the people and Caylus's spiritual will." Jane: "The evil spirit was close to break Caylus's spirit, something shined within her spirit. Jane: "She became more alive and powerful. She morphed into a great werewolf and went after the giant evil spirit." Jane: "The evil spirit ran away." Jane: "Caylus and people became happy again." Maddie: "You never told me if Caylus was really happy." Jane: "No one know what truly makes her happy, only by her words and actions." Maddie: "Did she has any special power?" Jane: "Yes. She became a cosmic magickian." Maddie: "What is cosmic magickian?" Jane: "You will learn more about it someday when you are older and ready enough." Maddie: "Where is Caylus now?" Jane: "Likely wandering somewhere in a forest as the great werewolf, with blue butterflies keeping her company from time to time." Maddie: "Blue butterflies.. I never seen one before." Jane: "You will." Maddie: "I'm getting tired." Jane: "Good night."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2020 10:57:03 GMT
Throne
Mary: "Oh wow, this is beautiful."
Mary and Betty walked down stairs to the throne, with a grassy garden surrounded it.
Both Mary and Betty arrived at the throne. It can be seen to be made of naturally occurring stone with lichens all over it. Both then looked up to the sunny and partial cloudy in the sky.
Mary said, "This is really beautiful, far more than what I expected."
Betty smiled.
Mary: "What is the reason for bringing me down here? You haven't told me that yet."
Betty: "That can wait until a conclusion."
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Post by clu on Jun 20, 2020 17:09:42 GMT
HM: "Condooit...make sure to wear your mask...when out there."
Condooit: "Why?"
HM: "The Earth Matrix is weeding out those who don't care about others."
Condooit: "Whoa!"
HM: "Exactly."
HM: "Wearing the mask also helps teach inner lessons."
Condooit: "How long ago would you like the message to be sent to them?"
HM: "Give me a minute to calculate."
HM's Neptunium Triple arrives from the bar and he takes a few sips.
HM: "When they were both at the post place."
Condooit: "Ok got it...setting Earth coordinates and frequent sees..."
*FLASH*
(and Condooit was off on an errand).
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Post by o on Jun 20, 2020 17:33:52 GMT
"Among the flowers and the trees in that Oasis, there was made a different thing. A thing that would allow the wet-nurses to face the destitute horror that swept the Voice back into the world where it was only meant gestate.
The Crooked Man took three forms; one of crooked desires that would never fill the void that lay in his heart, two of crooked vainglory which took deep pride in the vanities of the world and exercised malevolent control over the means by which they were enacted and expressed, and three of the weak and panicked crooked fear of being recognized and reviled in light of the horror of his deep and immeasurable crookedness.
The first of crooked desire had insatiably called upon all in the Oasis to meet it with a sense of kindness and comfort, for she came to them as a suffering woman or man, crooked in bearing, decked in beautiful sensuous things, reeking of the rot not of body but of soul, and would devour those who met and rejected her in her entirety. The wet-nurses witnessed the horror of how desire might consume all that resist and deny her influence, but by the virtue of their spirit found a way by which to overcome their reactive fear and their revulsion and when she called upon them they heeded her call and opened their shelter unto her.
Already affeared by the opening of one's home to her, "Babalon" began to weep and heave and cry, for she recognized her hunger would never be sated except by bread of the spirit. She extended her arms in vulnerability and might have been set upon by all manner of wicked men but was embraced and understood, thus her pains, her hunger, her anguish was extinguished and the wet-nurses gained immeasurably by her acceptance.
The second of crooked vainglory was a stilted and yet tall authority whose generative power lured the wet-nurses by the nature of his spectacle and control over the conditions at his disposal. They came to the place where the festival was ordained and participated in the rites he had established. In doing so, they brought suffering to Norea and disturbance to the entirety of the Oasis.
The crooked vainglorious man increased the stakes for his pride told him that these people were incensed and moved by him predictably and comfortably, so he thought to himself that if he could control their reactions, he also owned the outcomes. He established an even grander spectacle with even grander stakes, one that might have destroyed all of them at once and collapsed the egg in crackling misery. The wet-nurses, entranced by the main spectacle, found it difficult to recognize their strength when it came upon them but with their wits about them and the strength to question their reactionary nature, they managed to discern and detect the strength in inconspicuous places. Their tendency to infantilize the gentle and graceful Norea was destroyed for when they called upon strength, it was her strength that destroyed that crooked vainglory by a plague of ravenous lions. As her lions' teeth sunk into the flesh of the second, from his slithering hum tongue came a lesson that the wet-nurses gained from immeasurably by way of acceptance.
The third of crooked fear has been beside the wet-nurses the entire time and in their minds, was among their strengths in the Oasis of Little Birds. They were most familiar with this fear because that crooked fear was clung to by the Voice throughout the transitions it had undergone and was especially reinforced by the end of the first incarnation. So strong was the melancholic fear of not only being recognized by, but being identified with, that particular exposition of wretchedness they had reproduced by their faithful reenactment.
This was the same seed of fear that once lead the children of men to skin the Alexandrian with seashells, to nail a savior on a wooden cross among thieves, to spurn and ostracize every prophet that spoke truth inconvenient to the reality of the invisible merchants, and to extinguish with especial cruelty any reminders of its own warped reflection.
That fearful hanged man fell from the gallows in the den of lions and burned before being unearthed by the wet-nurses out of basic compassion. Taken to a place where he may rest, they invoked his name and he rose from the dead blind and afraid. The wet-nurses returned a renewed and fearless vision to the blind and fearful man and in doing so, they gained immeasurably by way of facing and accepting that wretched fearful and fitful nature.
The man, with his newfound intrepidness, reflected inward and a saltpillar was formed. He cried out,
"I built the gates steadfast to lock away the scholars
The mountain carved and iron cast to house the hopeful augurs.
The iron melted over the old, flowed silvery hot by ardors.
Now carefully with those well-worn hands,
I splinter the gates and wilt the iron, and breach that mountain-top.
Gone down by league, silver'd blood recedes, from a central gasp of light.
Your eyes now see in secrecy what once was held in privacy.
Please don't look away. There's beauty in the form. Please don't look away from hackneyed curses sworn.
Please don't look away from it and me alone.
Please don't look away.
There's branches, roots, and seed.
Please don't look away from creaking fearful creed.
It's strong enough to burn me down, it's bright enough to seize the sky. A soul unclothed without a crown. A heart stripped bare that beats unfair. They say you can't look at it. They say it's too bright. They say you can't see it. They say you'll go blind. They say when you see it your skin turns to salt. Then you'd be the lesson from which l'd find fault.
I'd temper the bands, unsound the horn. Nothing was shown and nothing was torn.
But I want you to look at it. I want you in light. I say you can see it. I say it's now right. I say when you see it you'll find a fast friend.
Then we'd be a lesson that lends till the end, a guide for all light to weather the storm.
Everything shown, no promise unsworn.
So I'm sure you'll be fine. I'm sure I'll be right.
Chance it a moment and give it a fight.
I'll deign not to flinch as you take up the plight.
Yet we'll know by the end, one way or another, by what remains left, the pillar of salt or your light to enbrother."
And so he gazed upon the recesses of his soul and fell under the illusion of his generative power, becoming a pillar of salt frozen in his posture.
From this abyss came a crookedness familiar, and it overcame that blind creator, and so worked his will over that he became intent on binding the light and fluttering Voice he loved to the material world that weighed him down so dutifully.
All that he created pushed the wet-nurses towards his intended vision but the refinement and clarity of the Voice's vision sept well into their hearts and they rebuked the malignance that came over him like a black cloud.
They came to Norea bearing seashells as it was written, but they did not recognize her and she did not recognize them. She asked them the first, then the second, and then the third before the overcome ____ began to spew malignance born from fear and crookedness. Crackling from the heavens, into the shelter and down into the place where they had gathered came glimmering and beautiful Eleleth who called out to Norea as he had done before and made recognizable all the righteous. He called that malignance by it's name and suddenly the scales fell from _____'s eyes, and he fled to recover from his harrowing condition."
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***** BlackVoid Tavern *****
Manager: "All set to go?"
Bartendars (altogether says): "Yeah!"
Manager: "Goodbye, BlackVoid Tavern."
BVT: "... good luck with your journey ... goodbye ..."
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Post by Dream within a Dream on Sept 16, 2020 19:13:27 GMT
These ideas are not new We've been through this through and threw. We've seen its re-birth, its pseudo-life, its resurrected death. You might recall all the rest.... Did you have a good world when you cried? Enough to base a story on?
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