What the hell? What has happened? One minute I'm with my friends working, the next they are gone? Why? So many unanswered questions, yet they are all answered with a simple phrase: They pressed the big red button of the Cold War. But why here? Why launch a nuke here? This place has no strategic significance to the Russians, yet they blew it apart. Now I am here, alone, stranded, and having no idea where I am. But what did I see? I saw the apocalypse, that's what I saw. My entire city, my entire life, blown away in a simple mushroom. Sometimes I dreamt of it happening, sometimes I wished it would blow this God forsaken city away. Now it has happened. Now I know what they mean by be careful what you wish for. My life has just been blown away, and I have nothing but this pen and this journal that I have found among the wreckage. It appears it was once a journal that somebody kept private note in. But this one is barely written in. And I know for sure, 100% for that matter, that this is no longer private. I know that the person who once wrote in it is dead, like everyone else . . . but me. Why me? Why did I survive but my closest friends didn't? I know they are dead. I just know it. Itâs a feeling inside me, the strongest gut feeling I've ever felt. I assume that this is a parking lot, or maybe a street. It could also be the glassed remains of the woods outside here. That is a very real possibility. I have no idea though. I don't see any street signs, or even landmarks that I have become so keen to. Just an endless field of asphalt and I'm pretty sure glass. I also see the occasional car, but they aren't working. They are just smoldering ruins and melted metal. That reminds me. I wonder if my music survived on my MP3 player. I'll go look. I'll write once again if I find it. I'll also need to find shelter.
-Joseph
Enjoy! I wrote it. It's in journal format, obviously. I'm taking a project I was writing and turning it into a journal format. Not sure if it is a new format for AG, but I'm writing it anyway.
Very nicely written, TSL. Excellent indeed. What's this Jonny over there saying about being in the story? Waiting for the next installment. When will it be out?
I'm full of morals and values, but burying a city of burnt up people just seems like a stupid thing to do. Let him look for his mom, dad, brother, etc etc.
What kind of extras?
You know, just your run of the mill mutant or zombie, maybe even a 3 ton metal man.
You know, just your run of the mill mutant or zombie, maybe even a 3 ton metal man.
Plenty are to come. Just not Metallicas.
I'm full of morals and values, but burying a city of burnt up people just seems like a stupid thing to do. Let him look for his mom, dad, brother, etc etc.
Unfortunately, it's official. TSL has quit. I have just received a message from TSL requesting that I find someone to take over his story, so don't worry, it won't die(even though it won't be run by him anymore). So I'm searching for a good person to take over this thread.
Good bye TSL. Its a shame that you gave in to that little cyber bully. The Mods 'could have just done an IP check. I would have thought you were made of sterner stuff. I'll check for a sign from beyond to see if I can write your last will and testament.
Goodbye m8.
(If you've ever seen that video of those three guys beeting up an old person with a bat, thats what I AM going to do to whoever made Demonic Priest. Just track down the IP. Easy, unless hes on a library comp or a laptop, then I can just wish and edit that vid)
I have a compromise. Manta, you can do the first blow and the majority of the torture. Mav, you can have the final, killing blow. I will then be the one to resurrect him, and then I will be the one to toss him into a flaming abyss. From there, we can all three torture him for eternity. Sound good?
