Tuesday, September 27, 2011
I Remember Star Wars
I don't exactly remember the first time I ever saw Star Wars, having watched it so many times I probably couldn't manage a guess that would be anywhere in the neighborhood. I had action figures, miniature playsets, the original and (first round) special edition releases on those terrible, bulky VHS cassettes, comics, books, the TCG cards of both the "adult" and the Young Jedi series, games for the PlayStation, PlayStation 2, XBox and PC.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Broadcast Log
SESSION STARTED: JH4637-883B
All we wanted to do was warn people. There are laws against temporal interference, so we knew they would come after us eventually but when they came, we were so incredibly unprepared.
We couldn't stand the way things had gotten. People falling over dead left and right, those around them rushing to feed on the corpses before they even hit the ground. Pity all those who only passed out and fell. They never woke up. Friends and relatives would pile up by the walls, shouting their disapproval, screaming for someone to send help out from the inner cities. The wealthy districts.
The few of us who weren't concerned with our monetary stores and actually had a genuine interest in helping them were prohibited under penalty of death. No weakness could be shown, lest they gather in greater numbers and rise against us. The walls and the guards would deter them, but there is always strength in numbers and where there's a will, there's a way.
After some time of those like myself voicing our displeasure with the way of things, they stripped us of all our possessions and funds, gave us a single day's clothing, hauled us to the wall, forced us to climb ropes down, threw each of us a knife, retracted the ropes and walked away. We adapted. We had to or we would be consumed by the squalor and desperation surrounding us. Those of us within the scientific community gathered and began working to reconstruct the temporal rift generators that were so plentiful within the walls, that the protected elite used for recreation.
After several changes that came about as a result of careless time travelers, rules and guidelines were laid down regarding what the users could and could not do during their visits.
We knew that if we could make it back to that day, if we could warn them about what would happen, how bad things would get, we could change our world for the better. It took us years to reproduce what had been only a few months' work in our labs but finally, we were ready. We made it back to that day, to that place, when crowds of unimaginable size, the likes of which had never been seen nor would be again. All those poor fools standing around, occasional shouts of encouragement rising up only to quiet a few moments later. They didn't have the slightest clue what they were supporting. As it's always been, the masses were just going along with what was fed to them. For that, they deserved what was coming, but the future generations that would suffer relentlessly for their ancestors' stupidity did not deserve the conditions in which they were forced to live. We couldn't just sit by and let the world go further to hell when we knew how to fix it, when we knew we could fix it, when we knew we were the only ones capable of doing it. After we had stepped through the gate, our coconspirators would have smashed the device, leaving us in this time wih nothing to mark us as a part of the world, with no way to establish a place here in any kind of easy manner, and no way back to our time, to see how different everything ended up being.
We pushed ourselves to our physical and mental limits to get there in time. Before we could even attempt to make a difference, they came out of nowhere. The weapons fire cut most of us down; only a few escaped alive. Those of us that did, they immediately set out hunting. From here, I've seen all but one of my friends being dragged screaming back to the place it first happened. Some screamed for mercy, some begged for their lives to be spared in exchange for information as to the whereabouts of the others. Only one fought with every fiber of his being, cursing and attacking his captors all the way there. But in the end, all of their screams were summaries in the night, the gunshots were the end of the pages, and the stomping, marching boots were the beginning of the next chapter.
I know they'll find me soon. They've been getting increasingly thorough as they comb the surrounding areas time and time again. All this time, all this suffering, terror and regret I've gone through, the effort that was brought to an abrupt end before it could even really begin, it doesn't all have to be for naught. Once I finish this message, I will be broadcasting it worldwide along wih records and documents gathered to show the everyday atrocities going on in my time. You can make a difference, it's not too late yet. Rise up and stop them from carrying it out. Even if you don't succeed once, as long as someone can stop them from finishi
SESSION ENDED: JH4637-883B
SESSION STARTED: JH4637-883C
Pranksters have accessed the broadcast terminal.
Disregard the previous broadcast under penalty of death.
One and only warning.
SESSION ENDED: JH4637-883C
All we wanted to do was warn people. There are laws against temporal interference, so we knew they would come after us eventually but when they came, we were so incredibly unprepared.
We couldn't stand the way things had gotten. People falling over dead left and right, those around them rushing to feed on the corpses before they even hit the ground. Pity all those who only passed out and fell. They never woke up. Friends and relatives would pile up by the walls, shouting their disapproval, screaming for someone to send help out from the inner cities. The wealthy districts.
The few of us who weren't concerned with our monetary stores and actually had a genuine interest in helping them were prohibited under penalty of death. No weakness could be shown, lest they gather in greater numbers and rise against us. The walls and the guards would deter them, but there is always strength in numbers and where there's a will, there's a way.
After some time of those like myself voicing our displeasure with the way of things, they stripped us of all our possessions and funds, gave us a single day's clothing, hauled us to the wall, forced us to climb ropes down, threw each of us a knife, retracted the ropes and walked away. We adapted. We had to or we would be consumed by the squalor and desperation surrounding us. Those of us within the scientific community gathered and began working to reconstruct the temporal rift generators that were so plentiful within the walls, that the protected elite used for recreation.
After several changes that came about as a result of careless time travelers, rules and guidelines were laid down regarding what the users could and could not do during their visits.
We knew that if we could make it back to that day, if we could warn them about what would happen, how bad things would get, we could change our world for the better. It took us years to reproduce what had been only a few months' work in our labs but finally, we were ready. We made it back to that day, to that place, when crowds of unimaginable size, the likes of which had never been seen nor would be again. All those poor fools standing around, occasional shouts of encouragement rising up only to quiet a few moments later. They didn't have the slightest clue what they were supporting. As it's always been, the masses were just going along with what was fed to them. For that, they deserved what was coming, but the future generations that would suffer relentlessly for their ancestors' stupidity did not deserve the conditions in which they were forced to live. We couldn't just sit by and let the world go further to hell when we knew how to fix it, when we knew we could fix it, when we knew we were the only ones capable of doing it. After we had stepped through the gate, our coconspirators would have smashed the device, leaving us in this time wih nothing to mark us as a part of the world, with no way to establish a place here in any kind of easy manner, and no way back to our time, to see how different everything ended up being.
We pushed ourselves to our physical and mental limits to get there in time. Before we could even attempt to make a difference, they came out of nowhere. The weapons fire cut most of us down; only a few escaped alive. Those of us that did, they immediately set out hunting. From here, I've seen all but one of my friends being dragged screaming back to the place it first happened. Some screamed for mercy, some begged for their lives to be spared in exchange for information as to the whereabouts of the others. Only one fought with every fiber of his being, cursing and attacking his captors all the way there. But in the end, all of their screams were summaries in the night, the gunshots were the end of the pages, and the stomping, marching boots were the beginning of the next chapter.
I know they'll find me soon. They've been getting increasingly thorough as they comb the surrounding areas time and time again. All this time, all this suffering, terror and regret I've gone through, the effort that was brought to an abrupt end before it could even really begin, it doesn't all have to be for naught. Once I finish this message, I will be broadcasting it worldwide along wih records and documents gathered to show the everyday atrocities going on in my time. You can make a difference, it's not too late yet. Rise up and stop them from carrying it out. Even if you don't succeed once, as long as someone can stop them from finishi
SESSION ENDED: JH4637-883B
SESSION STARTED: JH4637-883C
Pranksters have accessed the broadcast terminal.
Disregard the previous broadcast under penalty of death.
One and only warning.
SESSION ENDED: JH4637-883C
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