An example of my Mythos!
Race: Demons--- A short lesson.
They have been possessed by a creature that still causes scientists to go insane. And that's no coincidence.
They seem to produce a signal that screws up parts of the brain. Blindness,deafness,madness,these are all things that demons cause. Oddly enough,these creatures are called demons,yet they aren't the demons. They simply share the powers.
Also,people possessed by demons are basically dependent on demons,mainly because their body cannot take the shock of being "Disconnected" from the demon.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Well.
Well,well,well.
Haven't been doing much,so here's a short story I did before.
THE безумие INCIDENT
Introduction
in 1951,during the cold war,the town of безумие had a visitation.
A spaceship had landed near the town and some russian soldiers were patrolling near there and saw it. Some creatures came out and scared the soldiers into shooting at them.
The town of безумие was then in a war that never happened.
Chapter one: Несовершенное Человечество
"Где - правительство? ПОЧЕМУ НЕ ОНИ ПОМОЩЬ!?!"
A russian voice screamed into the short wave radio.
"Listen! can you speak english?!" Our friend screamed into the radio.
He had found the radio on the side of the road. The thing was probably half broken but it had to do.
"Кто - Вы? Вы от правительства? Пожалуйста скажите да! Я не могу понять!"
He tuned it to another frequency.
An unintelligible garble came from the radio. Then
"Не бойтесь. Это будет закончено скоро."
and last,
"Do not be afraid,this will be over soon."
Our friend was not sure whether or not this was a russian broadcast or from them.
The streets were deserted. No-one was around.
He was afraid. These creatures were behind this desertion,but they had never been seen. sometimes they were meant to be as big as a giant or as small as a bug.
He walked around the corner and looked around. Usually you would expect some dogs to be looking around, or even a cat licking something.
"hello?" He shouted.
No one answered.
"I know you are out there." He shouted louder.
Not even a crow came to this dead town.
"Please! I don't want this! Stop trying to scare me! I'm not an alien,I'm not a hallucination! PLEASE JUST COME OUT!"
Nothing.
Sadness almost crushed him.
"why is no one answering?" He sobbed.
'Maybe...they are being evacuated! Maybe there is a way out! Yes!"
He grabbed his radio and tuned it.
"Будьте осторожны. Есть газ, выпускаемый иностранцами, чтобы видоизменить нас. Солдаты приезжают, чтобы эвакуировать. Будьте сильны и надежда на лучшее." A person in a calm voice said.
"Mutating gas has been released by the extra terrestrials. Be cautious. Stay inside and tape over any holes inside your house. there is a paramilitary force coming to help you."An english translator said.
He wondered if the soldiers would be able to not get mutated.
Our friend threw away the radio,for he knew it would be useless in the long run.
Chapter two: Безумие и ужас
"where is the exit? Where is it?" He thought.
Almost every exit away from the main town was blocked.
"О БОГ, ПОЧЕМУ? ПОЧЕМУ О ЛОРД, ПОЧЕМУ? УБЕЙТЕ МЕНЯ ПОЖАЛУЙСТА! Я ПРОШУ ВАС!"
Someone screamed.
Our friend turned around.
10....Abominations... were stumbling towards the town. A half destoryed truck was trying to follow them,a monster at the wheel.
He knew they were what was left of the Paramilitary force.
One of them face him.
"Вы.... Монстр... Почему? Почему? О лорд, почему..." He said as loud as he could in his gas masked face.
They started to repeat one of the words he said.
"Монстр,Монстр,Монстр,Монстр" they chanted.
He suddenly got a feeling of terror. They noticed him...but why weren't they running at him to attack?
They chanted for a minute,but for our friend,they might as well have chanted for eons.
They suddenly grabbed their guns
"Убейте кошмар, он - один из них! Они превратили нас в ужасы! Убейте это!"The (possible) Commander screamed.
They aimed the guns at him and fired.
Our friend ducked and hid behind a burnt out car.
"oh god,no! Please,someone help me!" He screamed.
Then he heard an explosion and then silence.
He looked over at them. There was just gas masks and blood.
"Oh...dear god..." He muttered.
"what the hell has happened to...Z-isa-pas...ah damn it."
Chapter Three:Смертельные Тени
He had to take a detour though a hospital because of some rubble blocking the way.
The hospital seemed to be all wrong. Some areas seemed....more like labs then hospital rooms.
Then he saw the teddy bear.
It was the small kind,cute and cuddly. When you pushed it's stomach it went
"Мама!" In a sorta tinny voice.
It went all wrong.
The teddy bear started growing. It grew claws,it's black eyes seemed to flash.
A scream rattled though the hospital. In a lab room there was monsters in robes and gasmasks with needles for fingers sticking the needles (Their fingers) into some dead bodies and draining them of blood.
"What are you doing?!? Oh god!" He ran though the hospital. It was like a bad nightmare. Was this part of the invasion? Making things into monsters so the world can tear itself apart?
The teddy bear was running after him.
"Папа! Папа! Папа!" It seemed to scream.
suddenly he heard children.
He then saw children,with brain tumors,dying painfully and unnoticed.
"Why is this happening to me?!"
He screamed. He screamed and screamed. He wanted them to go away.
He managed to run out of the hospital.
He walked though the town. A fog was covering it. So this was a war that cannot be won. He thought. They change us so we can fight each other...Wait. Maybe he running away from monsters...Maybe people...Oh god,people who just wanted help.
This was a burden no man should suffer.
Then the road changed. It suddenly became like someone's back.
It had become living.
He ran off it and into an alleyway. But soon that became flesh.
He heard a voice.
"Пожалуйста... Не убивайте меня... Я не хочу умереть.."
He turned around and saw two horrifically shaped people. They were shifting and shaping.
"Don't worry,it's just a halogen,they want us to fight each other.." He thought.
The other person asked
"Do you speak english?"
"Ah...Yes." Our friend answered.
"Do you know where the soldiers are?"
''They....Turned."
"Oh..."
"I'm going this way,want to come?"
"No...That area is...I can't say it..I don't want to remember it..." And then they were gone.
Chapter Four:Что мы делаем?
He walked along.
Banners flapped in the distance, Air raid sirens were screaming into the distance.
Suddenly two americans ran up to him.
"You! get inside and lock the doors. The US is taking charge of the situation!"
One of them shouted.
"Listen. I just want to get out! Why aren't you wearing gasmasks?" Our friend asked.
"LISTEN! I don't want to talk to you! Get inside or we will open fire upon you!"
"Open fire?! What did I do?"
"This is a top secret operation! I want to come back to my house in the USA,so I don't have to spend another minute in your goddamn country!"
"You don't understand what is going on! You are going to ether die here or mutate if you try to take charge! The military did,and look what happened to them!"
"What happened to them?" The other smaller soldier said.
Just then,the air raid siren grew louder,and louder.
"What is going on?!" The big US soldier screamed.
The air raid siren started to almost sing a tune.
"Выйдите, Вы все движение умереть. Выйдите прежде, чем это - слишком поздно!" It started to sing.
Then the smaller american keeled over.
Then the bigger one started to change.
His clothes were ripping apart,he dropped his gun.
He screamed as his helmet became flesh,and his muscles grew out of his skin.
Our friend grabbed the soldiers rifle and aimed at the head.
"Oh god forgive me." A whimper from our friend's mouth,then a crack and pluch.
The horror fell and vanished.
Then the shadow appeared.
The shadow looked at the ground where the horror fell,and then looked at him.
Our friend tried to fire the gun. It didn't fire. He found the lever you were supposed to pull back and he pulled it. An empty shell fell upon the ground.
Crack!
Ping!
The bullet hit a car.
Our friend pulled out the clip and checked it. Only 2 bullets left.
"God,please,don't screw with me,I have had enough! Please,I need more ammo!"
He put the clip back and ran away.
He tripped over and fell down. The asphalt hit him and he passed out.
When he awoke, stillness greeted him. He was the only being alive in this world.
Chapter Five:Концы оправдывают средства.
The shadow came to greet him. The shadow pulled out his sword,and our friend grabbed his gun.
The sound of metal against wood was echoed thoughout the town.
Our friend was desperately trying to block the attacks,as the shadow's sword was hard-hitting,and sharpened to a gleam.
Finally,the gun broke in half.
The most simple of choices came up.
Flight,or fight?
Our friend choose the flight choice.
He ran screaming down the road.
The town of безумие was slowly going away,was he escaping? Not really.
He was in a forest. It was snowing. How long had he been there? Months? Years? Centuries? Eons?
He was wondering who would remember this town. This town used to be on the border of Kazakhstan,now it's on the border of sanity.
Then the forest grew scarier as he walked on.
Trees were branching out,almost as if they were trying to grab him.
Then he saw the bunker.
It was concrete,ugly. He had a feeling of curiosity mixed with fear.
He went inside of it. Lights flickered.
He saw some notes. He went over to see them.
Subject 40012.
Subject 40012 is a psychic and, unlike the others,seems to be able to bend reality and shape new things out of it.
Though he seems to be in a delusion he's actually human.
This shouldn't interfere with the experiment,and if it's not a failure,maybe a honorary feast with Stalin himself?
SUBJECT PHOTO BELOW
Our friend looked at the photo. It was him. So he was an abomination of science. Of nature. Of life.
He sat down in fetal position and cried.
The shadow appeared.
"I see you have found it out. Good for you. Cry now. Cry and cry and cry again. I'll be here,smiling. Knowing I've won."
Our friend screamed. Everything that was not metal or concrete broke.
He screamed at the shadow,he screamed at himself,he screamed.
When he stopped,he felt he had gotten all the bad out. He fell down. Then something came in.
"Oh no. I don't want this. I don't want any of this. I don't want to see a horror,I don't want to know another secret to my life. I just want to cry." He said.
"Look,you should know I am a alien,and this war,this whole stupid war, was caused by fear. Fear of the unknown. Most alien races get the picture when we send out a fake radio broadcast about mutgen. But you were there,and you disrupted it. You mutated those soldiers,you killed every one in the town. Man,women and children. You made the fake real. But you didn't do it out of spite,not even consciencely. You did it because of fear. In your sub conscience. But don't feel bad,it's just your heritage. Humanity is the only one to have learned fear. Now,look up,know that the shadow is just your evil side,and all the others were fears. Look up,and see beauty,instead of hiding in the fog."
He looked up. The alien wasn't a bug,or a giant.It looked kinda...friendly.
"Thank you." Our friend smiled, and went along with the alien and smiled all the way.
THE END
A few people I would like to credit.
Maximilian Kuznetsov: concept.
Talking Raptor: Keep on talking.
That's all folks!
Haven't been doing much,so here's a short story I did before.
THE безумие INCIDENT
Introduction
in 1951,during the cold war,the town of безумие had a visitation.
A spaceship had landed near the town and some russian soldiers were patrolling near there and saw it. Some creatures came out and scared the soldiers into shooting at them.
The town of безумие was then in a war that never happened.
Chapter one: Несовершенное Человечество
"Где - правительство? ПОЧЕМУ НЕ ОНИ ПОМОЩЬ!?!"
A russian voice screamed into the short wave radio.
"Listen! can you speak english?!" Our friend screamed into the radio.
He had found the radio on the side of the road. The thing was probably half broken but it had to do.
"Кто - Вы? Вы от правительства? Пожалуйста скажите да! Я не могу понять!"
He tuned it to another frequency.
An unintelligible garble came from the radio. Then
"Не бойтесь. Это будет закончено скоро."
and last,
"Do not be afraid,this will be over soon."
Our friend was not sure whether or not this was a russian broadcast or from them.
The streets were deserted. No-one was around.
He was afraid. These creatures were behind this desertion,but they had never been seen. sometimes they were meant to be as big as a giant or as small as a bug.
He walked around the corner and looked around. Usually you would expect some dogs to be looking around, or even a cat licking something.
"hello?" He shouted.
No one answered.
"I know you are out there." He shouted louder.
Not even a crow came to this dead town.
"Please! I don't want this! Stop trying to scare me! I'm not an alien,I'm not a hallucination! PLEASE JUST COME OUT!"
Nothing.
Sadness almost crushed him.
"why is no one answering?" He sobbed.
'Maybe...they are being evacuated! Maybe there is a way out! Yes!"
He grabbed his radio and tuned it.
"Будьте осторожны. Есть газ, выпускаемый иностранцами, чтобы видоизменить нас. Солдаты приезжают, чтобы эвакуировать. Будьте сильны и надежда на лучшее." A person in a calm voice said.
"Mutating gas has been released by the extra terrestrials. Be cautious. Stay inside and tape over any holes inside your house. there is a paramilitary force coming to help you."An english translator said.
He wondered if the soldiers would be able to not get mutated.
Our friend threw away the radio,for he knew it would be useless in the long run.
Chapter two: Безумие и ужас
"where is the exit? Where is it?" He thought.
Almost every exit away from the main town was blocked.
"О БОГ, ПОЧЕМУ? ПОЧЕМУ О ЛОРД, ПОЧЕМУ? УБЕЙТЕ МЕНЯ ПОЖАЛУЙСТА! Я ПРОШУ ВАС!"
Someone screamed.
Our friend turned around.
10....Abominations... were stumbling towards the town. A half destoryed truck was trying to follow them,a monster at the wheel.
He knew they were what was left of the Paramilitary force.
One of them face him.
"Вы.... Монстр... Почему? Почему? О лорд, почему..." He said as loud as he could in his gas masked face.
They started to repeat one of the words he said.
"Монстр,Монстр,Монстр,Монстр" they chanted.
He suddenly got a feeling of terror. They noticed him...but why weren't they running at him to attack?
They chanted for a minute,but for our friend,they might as well have chanted for eons.
They suddenly grabbed their guns
"Убейте кошмар, он - один из них! Они превратили нас в ужасы! Убейте это!"The (possible) Commander screamed.
They aimed the guns at him and fired.
Our friend ducked and hid behind a burnt out car.
"oh god,no! Please,someone help me!" He screamed.
Then he heard an explosion and then silence.
He looked over at them. There was just gas masks and blood.
"Oh...dear god..." He muttered.
"what the hell has happened to...Z-isa-pas...ah damn it."
Chapter Three:Смертельные Тени
He had to take a detour though a hospital because of some rubble blocking the way.
The hospital seemed to be all wrong. Some areas seemed....more like labs then hospital rooms.
Then he saw the teddy bear.
It was the small kind,cute and cuddly. When you pushed it's stomach it went
"Мама!" In a sorta tinny voice.
It went all wrong.
The teddy bear started growing. It grew claws,it's black eyes seemed to flash.
A scream rattled though the hospital. In a lab room there was monsters in robes and gasmasks with needles for fingers sticking the needles (Their fingers) into some dead bodies and draining them of blood.
"What are you doing?!? Oh god!" He ran though the hospital. It was like a bad nightmare. Was this part of the invasion? Making things into monsters so the world can tear itself apart?
The teddy bear was running after him.
"Папа! Папа! Папа!" It seemed to scream.
suddenly he heard children.
He then saw children,with brain tumors,dying painfully and unnoticed.
"Why is this happening to me?!"
He screamed. He screamed and screamed. He wanted them to go away.
He managed to run out of the hospital.
He walked though the town. A fog was covering it. So this was a war that cannot be won. He thought. They change us so we can fight each other...Wait. Maybe he running away from monsters...Maybe people...Oh god,people who just wanted help.
This was a burden no man should suffer.
Then the road changed. It suddenly became like someone's back.
It had become living.
He ran off it and into an alleyway. But soon that became flesh.
He heard a voice.
"Пожалуйста... Не убивайте меня... Я не хочу умереть.."
He turned around and saw two horrifically shaped people. They were shifting and shaping.
"Don't worry,it's just a halogen,they want us to fight each other.." He thought.
The other person asked
"Do you speak english?"
"Ah...Yes." Our friend answered.
"Do you know where the soldiers are?"
''They....Turned."
"Oh..."
"I'm going this way,want to come?"
"No...That area is...I can't say it..I don't want to remember it..." And then they were gone.
Chapter Four:Что мы делаем?
He walked along.
Banners flapped in the distance, Air raid sirens were screaming into the distance.
Suddenly two americans ran up to him.
"You! get inside and lock the doors. The US is taking charge of the situation!"
One of them shouted.
"Listen. I just want to get out! Why aren't you wearing gasmasks?" Our friend asked.
"LISTEN! I don't want to talk to you! Get inside or we will open fire upon you!"
"Open fire?! What did I do?"
"This is a top secret operation! I want to come back to my house in the USA,so I don't have to spend another minute in your goddamn country!"
"You don't understand what is going on! You are going to ether die here or mutate if you try to take charge! The military did,and look what happened to them!"
"What happened to them?" The other smaller soldier said.
Just then,the air raid siren grew louder,and louder.
"What is going on?!" The big US soldier screamed.
The air raid siren started to almost sing a tune.
"Выйдите, Вы все движение умереть. Выйдите прежде, чем это - слишком поздно!" It started to sing.
Then the smaller american keeled over.
Then the bigger one started to change.
His clothes were ripping apart,he dropped his gun.
He screamed as his helmet became flesh,and his muscles grew out of his skin.
Our friend grabbed the soldiers rifle and aimed at the head.
"Oh god forgive me." A whimper from our friend's mouth,then a crack and pluch.
The horror fell and vanished.
Then the shadow appeared.
The shadow looked at the ground where the horror fell,and then looked at him.
Our friend tried to fire the gun. It didn't fire. He found the lever you were supposed to pull back and he pulled it. An empty shell fell upon the ground.
Crack!
Ping!
The bullet hit a car.
Our friend pulled out the clip and checked it. Only 2 bullets left.
"God,please,don't screw with me,I have had enough! Please,I need more ammo!"
He put the clip back and ran away.
He tripped over and fell down. The asphalt hit him and he passed out.
When he awoke, stillness greeted him. He was the only being alive in this world.
Chapter Five:Концы оправдывают средства.
The shadow came to greet him. The shadow pulled out his sword,and our friend grabbed his gun.
The sound of metal against wood was echoed thoughout the town.
Our friend was desperately trying to block the attacks,as the shadow's sword was hard-hitting,and sharpened to a gleam.
Finally,the gun broke in half.
The most simple of choices came up.
Flight,or fight?
Our friend choose the flight choice.
He ran screaming down the road.
The town of безумие was slowly going away,was he escaping? Not really.
He was in a forest. It was snowing. How long had he been there? Months? Years? Centuries? Eons?
He was wondering who would remember this town. This town used to be on the border of Kazakhstan,now it's on the border of sanity.
Then the forest grew scarier as he walked on.
Trees were branching out,almost as if they were trying to grab him.
Then he saw the bunker.
It was concrete,ugly. He had a feeling of curiosity mixed with fear.
He went inside of it. Lights flickered.
He saw some notes. He went over to see them.
Subject 40012.
Subject 40012 is a psychic and, unlike the others,seems to be able to bend reality and shape new things out of it.
Though he seems to be in a delusion he's actually human.
This shouldn't interfere with the experiment,and if it's not a failure,maybe a honorary feast with Stalin himself?
SUBJECT PHOTO BELOW
Our friend looked at the photo. It was him. So he was an abomination of science. Of nature. Of life.
He sat down in fetal position and cried.
The shadow appeared.
"I see you have found it out. Good for you. Cry now. Cry and cry and cry again. I'll be here,smiling. Knowing I've won."
Our friend screamed. Everything that was not metal or concrete broke.
He screamed at the shadow,he screamed at himself,he screamed.
When he stopped,he felt he had gotten all the bad out. He fell down. Then something came in.
"Oh no. I don't want this. I don't want any of this. I don't want to see a horror,I don't want to know another secret to my life. I just want to cry." He said.
"Look,you should know I am a alien,and this war,this whole stupid war, was caused by fear. Fear of the unknown. Most alien races get the picture when we send out a fake radio broadcast about mutgen. But you were there,and you disrupted it. You mutated those soldiers,you killed every one in the town. Man,women and children. You made the fake real. But you didn't do it out of spite,not even consciencely. You did it because of fear. In your sub conscience. But don't feel bad,it's just your heritage. Humanity is the only one to have learned fear. Now,look up,know that the shadow is just your evil side,and all the others were fears. Look up,and see beauty,instead of hiding in the fog."
He looked up. The alien wasn't a bug,or a giant.It looked kinda...friendly.
"Thank you." Our friend smiled, and went along with the alien and smiled all the way.
THE END
A few people I would like to credit.
Maximilian Kuznetsov: concept.
Talking Raptor: Keep on talking.
That's all folks!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Good Evening.
I present you with the BLOG OF FANTABLOUS WONDERMENT!
I am currently writing a book and have already written one short story.
Anyway,this blog is about that,my already pre made Mythos and sometimes mister puppy visits...With horrific results.
I am currently writing a book and have already written one short story.
Anyway,this blog is about that,my already pre made Mythos and sometimes mister puppy visits...With horrific results.
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