09-24-2015, 01:52 PM
What? What!?
I cannot see! Ich bin fucking blind! I CANNOT SEE!
I am dead! I must be dead! Vaporized upon entry, me, my companions, all of us! This ‘Void’ was not meant for secondary occupation. I-
Oh. Oh no. It’s just verdammt black and dark. Everywhere. Forever.
Wie meine Seele.
Mein eyes adjust to the impending doom and gloom and I see that my fellows surround me, all in equal states of confusion. It is relatively silent upon our entry into the void. Everyone is still regaining their bearings, I assume. It takes a few moments, but finally the expedition is moving once again. I file in line next to Herr Crow and the creature known as Grobdum. He eyes me uneasily, and I him. Not exactly hostility, per se, but just a general cautionary glance. Such a strange beast-thing.
The robot, Top-Man as it were, was fiddling with various robotic paraphernalia, like his kamera and flutlicht. Apparently, this automaton has been filming the events of our journey since the beginning, a thought that is quite novel to me. He reports to the group that most of his tech is refusing to function properly - His lights will not penetrate the darkness, his video-rekorder will not stream a ‘live feed’ to his audience, and his navigational equipment has gone wütend. He remarks that his ‘app’ (Whatever the fuck THAT is.) is not functioning properly, but no. No, it is not that simple.
“No. No, it is doing exactly what it should be. Our surroundings are constantly changing.” I let loose a slew of swears in my native tongue. This world is more confusing than mein own scrambled Gedanken. Abner attempts to reassure myself and any others that might be losing their composure, but I cannot speak for its effectiveness. Top-Man continues with further attempts to fiddle with his lights, and it becomes clear we will be making this journey in the low light. Some, including Isaac, try their hardest to be brave, and I commend their performance. However, bravery does not often go without trepidation.
We begin our trek again.
We warily continue like this for quite some time. All of us puny secondaries moving forward through this dark expanse of nothingness; a void by any other name. Grobdum and the hunter, Clayton, continue to shoot each other rather nasty glares. I keep my own eyes away from their exchanges. I don’t like this hunter. The way his calculating eyes swivel about make me think of a predator, an animal, one that is caged or restrained but constantly looking for a way out. But what? What is he caged by? What is holding him back?
Or what is he holding back?
I remain ever cautious. Christa, whom my feelings toward flip flop every five minutes, plainly addresses us and our current situation. She is correct. There is no point in turning around back into the swamp. We either move forward, or we turn around and die.
Or we die here. I leave that thought to myself, however.
In my head, I hear this constant…ticking sound, as if my conscience had its own metronome. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot…
-----
Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. It is so boring, so monochromatic, so tedious.
Then, I begin to ‘trip out,’ as Top-Man would put it. I am not sure what happened, but then again, I am not sure what has happened for basically this entire foray. Right as I place down another left, the world is covered in a strange veil. I see the world as if it were a kamera negativ, my eyes deceiving and inverting all colors before me. The strange blackness of the void becomes a blinding white, much to my visual-headache chagrin, and all of my allies and their clothes become odd, nonsensical colors. I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing the heels of my palms into my sockets in an attempt to relieve some of this pain. I shout a small shout of mild pain, so that my companions do not leave without me. Klaud blinks, and tries to ask me something, but her voice is verdreht and strange, as if she was possessed by some demonic entity. I cry out again, and rush forward, nearly knocking over the general in an attempt to leave this strange pocket of space. When I open my eyes again, the world is as normal as it can be in the void. My allies stare at me incredulously, as if I had just told them I was promoted to the King of the Void by Omni himself. I try to explain what had just happened, but don’t even manage any English.
“Ich sah Dinge. Aber es war nichts.”
I pride myself in making as little sense as possible.
We walk on in silence for quite some time.
-----
Left. Right. Left. Right. Left-
Oh.
Before us lies a vast expanse of, to put it bluntly, junk. Clocks and statues of varying origins and models, dinnerware and other fine china, all manner of glowing things that look suspiciously like power sources, and the books, my Gott, so many books. Miscellany; that is the word I would use to describe it all. Zufall, all of it. I cannot even begin to describe everything that was cluttered around.
In the midst of it all was...Words cannot express. I have to shield my eyes, as a piercing white light has once again blinded me. I do not know what this thing is, but it is surrounded by some kind of holy-looking light. Voices, but not the ones in my head. They have been strangely silent upon my entrance into the void. No, these come from the others. They are all discussing how best we should handle this situation. I am still recovering from just glancing at the thing, and when I finally chance opening my eyes, what I see is horrifying.
Clayton, the hunter in yellow, has officially gone insane. I am able to process what is happening right as he takes aim at the beast with his schrecklichen streukanone. I am not able to stop it. I make a move to run towards him but he’s so far away I can’t reach him I can’t stop-
BANG!
I freeze in my tracks. I stare with a mouth wide open at the mystical creature. It is...unharmed? Bah, of course it is. A beast such as this could not be harmed by average means. Clayton was a fool to try. In the moment of impending silence that follows, I glare at the hunter and unholster Boomhilda. I even begin to stir up some fancy German swears before-
Before-
Before-
I open my mouth, yet I am unable to scream at first. Finally, a vicious, terrible sound erupts from the back of my throat. This pain, this uncontrollable, immeasurable pain, floods my body. At the same time, through all of this shite, I feel this entity, this damnation poking around in my head! It picks and chooses thoughts and memories and reflections and it absorbs them, eats them, devours, consumes, and it fucking HURTS! The scientist in me remains through the agony, and I briefly wonder how exactly I can remember these thoughts and memories even though it quite literally reaches into my brain and steals them from me. Other than this sole thought, all I can feel is this immense, unimaginable suffering. Never again will I use the term ‘holy’ to describe this creature. I skip the sinking to my knees part this time. I just fall flat onto mein face, my body writhing as it is scrutinized by this intense misery. I imagine this is what it feels like to be an ant under a magnifying glass. That is what we are, compared to this phantom. Ants.
I do not know if I ever lose awareness or consciousness, All I am ever aware of is the torment my body is subjected to at the hands of this phantasm. It feels like hours upon hours of torture, but in reality, it could have only been minutes or moments. Or perhaps not. Time does not exist in this world, in this universe. In this Void. When I dare open my eyes, my entire being is throbbing. I...Think I have all my memories, but I am unsure. How would I know what has been stolen? I rise slowly to my feet, aching with every movement. When I am up, the first thought that enters my mind is simple.
Verdammt jäger.
My eyes search for the bastard, Boomhilda at the ready.
And then a verdammt fliegenden pferd swoops down out of nowhere and stomps on my face. I almost fall backwards from the force of the blow, but retain my balance and swivel around to see her swirling back up into the sky. What in God’s name?! I look around, and find that there are several other instances of infighting amongst our not-so-merry band. Fantastic. I take cover from further blows from the flying horse, diving behind an upturned bookcase. Her name escapes me, as we have not had much contact over the course of our journey. It had something to do with vegetables, though I do not remember vegetables being capable of inflicting so much pain. A plan a plan I need a fucking plan! I-
Crawling around on the ground, my hand finds a strange spherical device. It has a small button on its equator. Curiously, I mash it with my thumb, and watch in awe as a yellow, mouse-like creature phases into existence, right in front of my eyes! It blinks its beady little eyes.
“Pi...ka? Pika-pi?”
What?
“What?”
“Pika-Chu!”
I’m not entirely sure how to interpret this exchange.
I think it smiled at me. It scampers up to me on all fours, and nuzzles into my hand. This display of affection is slightly sickening, but I do not shun the creature. Allies are in short supply right now. With a small scowl on my face, I tentatively pat the creature on its little head. And then, the little red identical circles on each of its cheeks begin to spark before-
Before-
Thunder shouts at me from unseen clouds, and I jump away with a cry of surprise from the little thing, golden lightning dropping from the heavens onto the diminutive mouse. When I glance back at the beast it is unharmed, and staring at me with a benign curiosity.
Strange.
I shuffle back to it, hopefully avoiding the attention of the chaos ensuing around me. It blinks at me. I blink back. I calmly unstrap the lightning staff from my back, and show my new freund the crystal atop of Kemat. It is mesmerized by the power of lightning hidden within, and with a cry of delight, it shouts to the black skies again.
“Pikaaaa!”
Right…
The pegasus comes back into view, making a beeline for my face once again. Gah! I raise Kemat’s Bite at the horse, ready to defend myself if need be, but then something incredible happens.
“Piiiiikaaaaaachuuuu!”
A bolt of lightning streams from the heavenless sky once again, aimed squarely at the incoming hostile. Only this time, the plasma is colored a deep violet, like that of the crystal! It blocks the flying horse’s path, causing her to be forced to make a sharp U-turn away from my position. I breath a sigh of relief. I look down at the mouse thing. The electricity sparking around its conductive cheeks is the same color as the lightning that came to our rescue. Is it...smirking?
I like this thing.
I shall call it Blitz.
“Blitz! If you can understand me, I need you to stun that horse. Stun! Not murder! Just enough force to knock her out. I need you to keep her at bay until I can find the hunter. Understand?”
“Pika-Pi!”
Blitz gets up on two legs and salutes me.
Goddammit.
I cannot see! Ich bin fucking blind! I CANNOT SEE!
I am dead! I must be dead! Vaporized upon entry, me, my companions, all of us! This ‘Void’ was not meant for secondary occupation. I-
Oh. Oh no. It’s just verdammt black and dark. Everywhere. Forever.
Wie meine Seele.
Mein eyes adjust to the impending doom and gloom and I see that my fellows surround me, all in equal states of confusion. It is relatively silent upon our entry into the void. Everyone is still regaining their bearings, I assume. It takes a few moments, but finally the expedition is moving once again. I file in line next to Herr Crow and the creature known as Grobdum. He eyes me uneasily, and I him. Not exactly hostility, per se, but just a general cautionary glance. Such a strange beast-thing.
The robot, Top-Man as it were, was fiddling with various robotic paraphernalia, like his kamera and flutlicht. Apparently, this automaton has been filming the events of our journey since the beginning, a thought that is quite novel to me. He reports to the group that most of his tech is refusing to function properly - His lights will not penetrate the darkness, his video-rekorder will not stream a ‘live feed’ to his audience, and his navigational equipment has gone wütend. He remarks that his ‘app’ (Whatever the fuck THAT is.) is not functioning properly, but no. No, it is not that simple.
“No. No, it is doing exactly what it should be. Our surroundings are constantly changing.” I let loose a slew of swears in my native tongue. This world is more confusing than mein own scrambled Gedanken. Abner attempts to reassure myself and any others that might be losing their composure, but I cannot speak for its effectiveness. Top-Man continues with further attempts to fiddle with his lights, and it becomes clear we will be making this journey in the low light. Some, including Isaac, try their hardest to be brave, and I commend their performance. However, bravery does not often go without trepidation.
We begin our trek again.
We warily continue like this for quite some time. All of us puny secondaries moving forward through this dark expanse of nothingness; a void by any other name. Grobdum and the hunter, Clayton, continue to shoot each other rather nasty glares. I keep my own eyes away from their exchanges. I don’t like this hunter. The way his calculating eyes swivel about make me think of a predator, an animal, one that is caged or restrained but constantly looking for a way out. But what? What is he caged by? What is holding him back?
Or what is he holding back?
I remain ever cautious. Christa, whom my feelings toward flip flop every five minutes, plainly addresses us and our current situation. She is correct. There is no point in turning around back into the swamp. We either move forward, or we turn around and die.
Or we die here. I leave that thought to myself, however.
In my head, I hear this constant…ticking sound, as if my conscience had its own metronome. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot…
Quote:Translations:
Ich bin = I am
Verdammt = fucking
Wie mein Seele = Like my soul.
Kamera = Camera
Fluticht = FloodLight
wütend = berserk
Gedanken = thoughts
-----
Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. It is so boring, so monochromatic, so tedious.
Then, I begin to ‘trip out,’ as Top-Man would put it. I am not sure what happened, but then again, I am not sure what has happened for basically this entire foray. Right as I place down another left, the world is covered in a strange veil. I see the world as if it were a kamera negativ, my eyes deceiving and inverting all colors before me. The strange blackness of the void becomes a blinding white, much to my visual-headache chagrin, and all of my allies and their clothes become odd, nonsensical colors. I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing the heels of my palms into my sockets in an attempt to relieve some of this pain. I shout a small shout of mild pain, so that my companions do not leave without me. Klaud blinks, and tries to ask me something, but her voice is verdreht and strange, as if she was possessed by some demonic entity. I cry out again, and rush forward, nearly knocking over the general in an attempt to leave this strange pocket of space. When I open my eyes again, the world is as normal as it can be in the void. My allies stare at me incredulously, as if I had just told them I was promoted to the King of the Void by Omni himself. I try to explain what had just happened, but don’t even manage any English.
“Ich sah Dinge. Aber es war nichts.”
I pride myself in making as little sense as possible.
We walk on in silence for quite some time.
Quote:Translations:
negativ = negative (Camera negative)
verdreht = twisted
Ich sah Dinge. Aber es war nichts. = I saw things. It was nothing.
-----
Left. Right. Left. Right. Left-
Oh.
Before us lies a vast expanse of, to put it bluntly, junk. Clocks and statues of varying origins and models, dinnerware and other fine china, all manner of glowing things that look suspiciously like power sources, and the books, my Gott, so many books. Miscellany; that is the word I would use to describe it all. Zufall, all of it. I cannot even begin to describe everything that was cluttered around.
In the midst of it all was...Words cannot express. I have to shield my eyes, as a piercing white light has once again blinded me. I do not know what this thing is, but it is surrounded by some kind of holy-looking light. Voices, but not the ones in my head. They have been strangely silent upon my entrance into the void. No, these come from the others. They are all discussing how best we should handle this situation. I am still recovering from just glancing at the thing, and when I finally chance opening my eyes, what I see is horrifying.
Clayton, the hunter in yellow, has officially gone insane. I am able to process what is happening right as he takes aim at the beast with his schrecklichen streukanone. I am not able to stop it. I make a move to run towards him but he’s so far away I can’t reach him I can’t stop-
BANG!
I freeze in my tracks. I stare with a mouth wide open at the mystical creature. It is...unharmed? Bah, of course it is. A beast such as this could not be harmed by average means. Clayton was a fool to try. In the moment of impending silence that follows, I glare at the hunter and unholster Boomhilda. I even begin to stir up some fancy German swears before-
Before-
Before-
I open my mouth, yet I am unable to scream at first. Finally, a vicious, terrible sound erupts from the back of my throat. This pain, this uncontrollable, immeasurable pain, floods my body. At the same time, through all of this shite, I feel this entity, this damnation poking around in my head! It picks and chooses thoughts and memories and reflections and it absorbs them, eats them, devours, consumes, and it fucking HURTS! The scientist in me remains through the agony, and I briefly wonder how exactly I can remember these thoughts and memories even though it quite literally reaches into my brain and steals them from me. Other than this sole thought, all I can feel is this immense, unimaginable suffering. Never again will I use the term ‘holy’ to describe this creature. I skip the sinking to my knees part this time. I just fall flat onto mein face, my body writhing as it is scrutinized by this intense misery. I imagine this is what it feels like to be an ant under a magnifying glass. That is what we are, compared to this phantom. Ants.
I do not know if I ever lose awareness or consciousness, All I am ever aware of is the torment my body is subjected to at the hands of this phantasm. It feels like hours upon hours of torture, but in reality, it could have only been minutes or moments. Or perhaps not. Time does not exist in this world, in this universe. In this Void. When I dare open my eyes, my entire being is throbbing. I...Think I have all my memories, but I am unsure. How would I know what has been stolen? I rise slowly to my feet, aching with every movement. When I am up, the first thought that enters my mind is simple.
Verdammt jäger.
My eyes search for the bastard, Boomhilda at the ready.
And then a verdammt fliegenden pferd swoops down out of nowhere and stomps on my face. I almost fall backwards from the force of the blow, but retain my balance and swivel around to see her swirling back up into the sky. What in God’s name?! I look around, and find that there are several other instances of infighting amongst our not-so-merry band. Fantastic. I take cover from further blows from the flying horse, diving behind an upturned bookcase. Her name escapes me, as we have not had much contact over the course of our journey. It had something to do with vegetables, though I do not remember vegetables being capable of inflicting so much pain. A plan a plan I need a fucking plan! I-
Crawling around on the ground, my hand finds a strange spherical device. It has a small button on its equator. Curiously, I mash it with my thumb, and watch in awe as a yellow, mouse-like creature phases into existence, right in front of my eyes! It blinks its beady little eyes.
“Pi...ka? Pika-pi?”
What?
“What?”
“Pika-Chu!”
I’m not entirely sure how to interpret this exchange.
I think it smiled at me. It scampers up to me on all fours, and nuzzles into my hand. This display of affection is slightly sickening, but I do not shun the creature. Allies are in short supply right now. With a small scowl on my face, I tentatively pat the creature on its little head. And then, the little red identical circles on each of its cheeks begin to spark before-
Before-
Thunder shouts at me from unseen clouds, and I jump away with a cry of surprise from the little thing, golden lightning dropping from the heavens onto the diminutive mouse. When I glance back at the beast it is unharmed, and staring at me with a benign curiosity.
Strange.
I shuffle back to it, hopefully avoiding the attention of the chaos ensuing around me. It blinks at me. I blink back. I calmly unstrap the lightning staff from my back, and show my new freund the crystal atop of Kemat. It is mesmerized by the power of lightning hidden within, and with a cry of delight, it shouts to the black skies again.
“Pikaaaa!”
Right…
The pegasus comes back into view, making a beeline for my face once again. Gah! I raise Kemat’s Bite at the horse, ready to defend myself if need be, but then something incredible happens.
“Piiiiikaaaaaachuuuu!”
A bolt of lightning streams from the heavenless sky once again, aimed squarely at the incoming hostile. Only this time, the plasma is colored a deep violet, like that of the crystal! It blocks the flying horse’s path, causing her to be forced to make a sharp U-turn away from my position. I breath a sigh of relief. I look down at the mouse thing. The electricity sparking around its conductive cheeks is the same color as the lightning that came to our rescue. Is it...smirking?
I like this thing.
I shall call it Blitz.
“Blitz! If you can understand me, I need you to stun that horse. Stun! Not murder! Just enough force to knock her out. I need you to keep her at bay until I can find the hunter. Understand?”
“Pika-Pi!”
Blitz gets up on two legs and salutes me.
Goddammit.
Quote:Translations:
Zufall = Random
schrecklichen streukanone = Terrible Scatter Gun
Verdammt jäger = Fucking Hunter
verdammt fliegenden pferd = fucking flying horse
Blitz = Lightning
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