tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45040819167073794972024-03-14T02:31:54.887+08:00Boringly CoolThe Journal of a Dubstep Producer and Aspiring Author.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17929692798671411132noreply@blogger.comBlogger243125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504081916707379497.post-52980271583397097462014-04-17T12:20:00.001+08:002014-04-17T12:20:10.246+08:00Guess who's back?<div style="text-align: center;">
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Yeah, it's been more than a month since I've posted here.<br />
How are you enjoying your summer?<br />
(or if you're not in the Philippines, how are you in general?)<br />
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I've been going through summer Math classes since I didn't meet the requirements<br />
to just get on to second year high school, (which is now called grade 10.)<br />
Hopefully once I'm done with that I can get back to blogging more frequently.<br />
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Lately I've been gaming quite a bit again.<br />
Still same old Spiral Knights.<br />
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and I was recently introduced to Dragons and Titans.<br />
Really fun 5v5 topdown gameplay. Go check it out.<br />
(below are my first three dragons)<br />
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Also I'm re-downloading TF2 as a matter of fact.<br />
I wasn't good at it at all when I last played.<br />
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I've also been working on a few song projects.<br />
Hoping to redo this one.<br />
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That's all.<br />
Have a nice day!<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Hello all~!!</span></h1>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">You might know that I’m <strong>very</strong> active in my deviantart account. Although I’m having a harder time writing longer things for my blog. Anywho, I’m just saying right now that my summer is pretty chill. I’m drawing quite a bit, composing a song or two, and playing Spiral Knights. Just a short update since I have nothing real to update about.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Although, I can talk about my current sites which you can follow me on.</span></div>
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<li style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://boringlycool.blogspot.com/">Boringly Cool</a> : This is my main blog, where I basically talk about anything.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://hush-glory.deviantart.com/">Hush-Glory</a> : This is my deviantart account, where I draw pon and occasional creatures.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://hush-glory.tumblr.com/">//brawn3.exe</a> : This is my newly made tumblr. So far I haven’t posted anything <em>new.</em></span></li>
<li style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://twitter.com/HushGlory28">@HushGlory28</a> : This is my new-ish, not really active Twitter account. Don’t bother.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/rom-exe">ROM.exe</a> : This is my SoundCloud. Obviously i can’t post here that often because music-making is a long and careful process.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bluegod : Okay, no this isn't a website. However, I’d love to play with you on Spiral Knights!</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That’s all for now. Baii~</span></div>
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Exams coming up, been <b>really really busy...</b><br />
Enjoy a drawing.<br />
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Thanks for favoriting my doodles.<b> <span style="font-size: large;">:></span></b><br />
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<b>I think music composition is such a rewarding pain.</b><br />
There is just an endless possibility of outcomes to a song in mid-composition.<br />
The fact you have to balance how many layers go in that build up the sound,<br />
what instruments you use, the panning and leveling, the timing and note usage,<br />
the overall emotion the song conveys, especially the length of the song too<br />
just drags me to love the challenge all the more.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>Being an ambitious fifteen year-old, I'm still unsure of <b>where </b>or <b>what</b> I will be.<br />
I <b>do</b> know that I will certainly not be dealing with law or politics as a profession.<br />
The fact I can't go a ten minutes without humming melodies says I'm no logic man.<br />
As an amateur music composer, I still have a lot to learn, especially since over the years<br />
the <i>Electronic</i> genre has grown to be more diverse than a family tree.<br />
Yet it catches my eye, <i>or ear perhaps</i>, and compels me to feel:<br />
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<b><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;">How do </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">I</span><span style="font-size: large;"> do that?</span></span></b><br />
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If you've been listening to my compositions, you would know I'm making<br />
it difficult for you to remember it. I don't have a particular <i>hook</i> to them,<br />
but if there is any, it's probably a draining or stressing demeanor emanating<br />
from the mere soul of the song.<br />
If you're listening to a particular song right now, notice you haven't pressed<br />
skip. You're possibly enjoying or divulging into the <i>feel</i> of the song.<br />
That's what I'm aiming for; my music to be known and loved.<br />
Until then, I will have to settle for personal milestones with this<br />
<b><i>rewarding pain</i></b><br />
so that I can achieve one of my many dreams of my future.<br />
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This is what you call a masterpiece, kids.<br />
Props to Death Grips.<br />
Ride on.<br />
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<i>plus a little bit of myself that the internet has had enough of</i><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">SoundCloud</span></b><br />
I'll just touch on this quite briefly since I've been posting quite a lot about my music. I make Electronic music in general, but if you're asking for a specific genre I would call it <i>Progressive Industrial Housecore</i>. I'm very experimental and still mastering the mastering techniques of final song processing. <b>Hassle.</b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">DeviantArt</span></b><br />
Alright interwebs, it's time to discover how <u>loving and tolerable</u> you are.<br />
I often doodle and post drawings onto this dA account I've created recently.<br />
(I have an older one, but it's cluttered more than bucket of Lego.)<br />
<b>Here's the catch though.</b><br />
These are doodles/drawings based off of the show<br />
<span style="background-color: #d5a6bd; color: white;">My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.</span><br />
Not to fear though, for I hold interests beyond this show.<br />
(especially including music composition which overrules all)<br />
I'm not a fan at all of NSFW works and I do not bash haters.<br />
I'll have you know I own a Rainbow Dash figure, a Luna fold-able fan,<br />
and I've sculpted Applejack out of clay.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>This is not the end of the world.</b></span><br />
I've been a brony even before I've been posting again since January, and obviously you haven't seen any outrageous pony posts. <b>What does this mean?</b> This blog does not focus on my reactions to any new episodes, or arguments on who best pony is, or showcasing fan-art of shippings.<br />
I'm here to post about what I think the world should see, what I've created and come to be, or simply a poem. Although if my audience suddenly changes into bronies because of this post, I'd happily oblige to post more about said show. I suppose.<br />
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Ugh.<br />
It's been several busy busy weeks.<br />
Thank goodness it's the weekend.<br />
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<strike><span style="font-size: xx-small;">WOAAAH</span></strike><br />
<strike><span style="font-size: xx-small;">MY EP WILL BE UP IN HALF AN HOUR</span></strike><br />
<strike><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I ACTUALLY STUCK TO DEADLINE</span></strike><br />
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After these songs, I'll change up my sound.</div>
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The end of this week is starting to get a bit cramped up. </div>
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After tomorrow I'm going to Bataan for practically the whole day but for reasons I am not quite sure of. </div>
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Why AM I going so far? </div>
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All I really see coming is a 3 hour road trip, a dip in a not-so-impressive beach, and then another 3-4 hour road trip. </div>
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Afterwards I'm going to help set up for a whole day of auditions for a band festival happening at a school fair. </div>
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The Organization head and officers are telling me that I should audition as a solo artist because they like my compositions and they're looking for some variety in the music that'll be played during the fair. </div>
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I'm already booked for playing at my school's Performing Arts Cluster Show, (codenamed PAC the Show in my org), but they also want me in on the band festival too. </div>
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(despite me not being in a band and with relatively no experience whatsoever performing electronic music live) </div>
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I'm glad I can just chill for that long. </div>
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Unless I'm given homework. </div>
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<b>Ugh again.</b> </div>
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Well, I hope that by the end of my school year I get passing grades to continue doing all this kinda stuff in 2nd year. </div>
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No, don't get any ideas here.<br />
I named my iPhone Alfonso.<br />
It's not a new author of this blog.<br />
(old readers would know)<br />
So. I decided to speak my mind through my iPhone.<br />
It's makes a lot more sense than telling yourself about it, and it looks more productive than intense thinking.<br />
I have no idea what I'm trying to achieve judging from the topics I go through.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">Watching a performance that uses live instruments really intrigues me. I've decided that I'll be more dedicated to my hobby of piano. Although it may hamper my use of the Reason program, I think it will improve my later compositions in terms of a richer sound and perhaps a more diverse melody than simple combinations of notes.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">I just had the strangest experience. I stood on the ledge of a cliff in my subdivision, took a piss while looking at the cityscape, whilst listening to "Bubble Butt" playing down below. Today is a good day.</span></div>
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5:01 PM</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">I think I've grown fond of this cliff. Despite the awkward stares other people saying "What is that guy doing there," it's actually very cool and breezy up here. I've also grown fond of writing my thoughts in this iPhone because it's a lot less disturbing to me than to myself in the bathroom at night. I just realized I talk to myself in the bathroom at night. I'm so peculiar, but the fact that I know that says otherwise I suppose. You decide. Wait, am I not just talking to myself? Should I instead be saying "Go and decide, Rom." --?</span></div>
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5:02 PM</div>
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5:02 PM</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: start;">I'm hungry and I'm thinking of what I should be doing even though my head is telling me to sleep. Responsibility was never so strong in me before. Perhaps I haven't had my fair share of sadness today. Or waking up at 4:30 really is just a strange way of inducing righteousness.</span></div>
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Well not quite.</div>
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You see, I've had this iPhone for almost a year now,</div>
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and I've gone through a lot with this little fella.<br />
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I've explored numerous fandoms, read tonnes of useless articles,</div>
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played a few games, and listened to whatever I could into 16GB.</div>
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However after realizing it was jailbroken, I went crazy playing with it.</div>
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In the end, I grew tired and found the option to locally restore the smartphone</div>
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without updating it. <i>Which sent me to an endless loop of "booting up".</i></div>
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Over time the screen protector has gone through much torment,<br />
the WiFi limited to a range of 1-2 meters,<br />
the vibrate no longer operates,<br />
and it no longer reads SIM cards.</div>
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Recently though, I have uncovered it from a box in my room, and since</div>
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I have a school field trip on the upcoming 17th I decided I could use it to better the 2GB in my cellphone.</div>
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So I begin the restoration process (after researching how to) and I've done it!<br />
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I've decided I'll use the available 14.3 GB to good purpose and fill it up with music.<br />
Artists like Daft Punk, deadmau5, Linkin Park, Zedd,<br />
Fall Out Boy, Foster the People, Daniel Ingram, and many more made it in.<br />
I'm happy to have my old friend back.</div>
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pimples, you're the death of me</div>
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you bulge with power and never leave</div>
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i once had prowess; a face so clean</div>
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i now bow my head; dirt in the seams</div>
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one day i'll conquer</div>
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this mighty feat</div>
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but now i suffer</div>
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in shallow defeat<br />
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So I've decided this month I would release an EP of my music.</div>
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I'm hoping to get it all mastered and exported by January 18-19 or so.</div>
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So if you're wondering what genre it is exactly, I have no idea either.</div>
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Let's say it's got a <b><i>Dubstep-Electronic-DnB-House-Techno-Drumstep-SpeedCore</i> </b>feel to it all.</div>
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OR you can just call it ROMstep. (at least that's what my classmates call it)</div>
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I'll be giving you the full line-up (so far) and let you listen to each of them.</div>
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So this is the first song I ever publicly released on my SoundCloud and actually felt good about.</div>
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It's got some piano and an orchestra sound to it, however my love for synthesizers go far beyond my use of the horns and violins. I attempted to have a typical <i>BroStep</i> drop (i.e. <b>Skrillex</b>) but I felt it sounded too dirty, and I was moving on and listening to guys like <b>deadmau5</b> and the ever classic <b>Daft Punk</b>.</div>
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It's a little short, with just a length of 2:32, but it's easily forgivable since it's my first song.</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">PEACE IN THE WORLD (REDUX)</span></b></div>
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Now we're getting down to business!<br />
This is where I really had a lot of fun composing, because I had discovered that automation could go way beyond just Pitch Bend, because I screwed with the tempo too! (In a nice way, you'll see)<br />
So we start off with a nice Progressive House Synth and a simple drum beat at a nice and easy tempo of 140. Oh, here's the build-up it's getting faster 180! Evenfasternowit's210!<br />
I finally got my wish and I got to program myself something that goes <b>wubwubwub</b>.<br />
Now this song isn't entirely original, I helped compose the original version alongside my bro from another mo <a href="https://soundcloud.com/mystikmol">Mystikmol</a> which we did for an album from our middle school. Now technically the school owns all rights to that song because I was forced to sign a waiver saying I "<i>willingly</i> surrender" all of the copyrights to said school, however since all they got from it was an .mp3 with intentionally off-pitch vocals, I technically have the right to post the instrumental. Alas, I am too lazy to do so.<br />
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So this one's the favorite amongst those who listen to my music, despite it being the creepiest.<br />
This one sort of has a storyline if you're creative enough to visualize it whilst listening to it.<br />
What I saw while composing this one was a criminal on the run going through a busy suburban red light district from some cops who've been on his tail for a while. Now I'm not trying use any racial stereotypes, but a lot of people say this song is <b>black.</b> I shrug off the term, but seriously I think people shouldn't toss around terms that could offend people.<br />
It's got a dark feeling and I used quite a bit of a bass synth on a low octave through bursts which come up with an explosive <b>BUHWUH </b>sound. I seriously have no idea how to describe it.<br />
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There's not much to say about this song, since I didn't <i>do much</i> about this song.<br />
It's sound is quite primitive placed next to the other three, especially since I just spent three hours on it.<br />
Indeed I'll work harder on it, just not this weekend because school is coming back this Monday.<br />
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<b>That's it!</b><br />
I'll be working on these songs over the weekends while half-hardheartedly chasing the deadline I set for this EP. I'll be performing some of them at my high school fair this coming 24-25th and I'll be sure to write about how it goes about. Until then, I'll be catching up for school next week.<br />
See ya!<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Well, it's been forever since a post has landed on this here blog.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But new year, let's all hear,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>it's 2014!</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>Some changes around here:</b></span></div>
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<li>It's just me writing for this blog, so it's not so jumbled whenever you read here.</li>
<li>Constant Topics (Personal posts, Books, Music, Me Fanboyin')</li>
<li>Sporadic bursts of posts <b>no more!</b></li>
<li>You can now follow this blog using <b>bloglovin'</b>.</li>
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So...<br />
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<i>Anyways,</i><b> it's 2014!</b></div>
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2013 has been quite a ride for me. New experiences since I've transferred schools for my first year at high school. And hot damn, it has been a culture shock for me. Sucks to be lazy-butt.</div>
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I've decided that I will grow up to be an author of science fiction books,</div>
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and possibly make a side career of scoring sci-fi movies with my musical hobby.</div>
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Keeping up with school <i>the right way</i> is quite the toughie for me,</div>
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especially when there are just so many fun things I could be doing instead.</div>
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Over time though, I've realized the importance of school and all, and so </div>
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I've <i>finally </i>come to terms with all the chaotic-ness of my distractions</div>
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and started pulling my grades out of the dumps. (however <i>I'm still there</i>)</div>
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If you've been with this blog since 2012, you know I'm not one for writing long posts,</div>
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unless I'm really inspired (which I'm not), so I'll be going.</div>
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<i>Especiallysinceit'sgettingquitelateandIshouldreallycatchuponsleep'cosI'mstillyoungandbeautiful.</i></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">TYPHOON YOLANDA</span></b></div>
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Unang-una, hindi masyadong maayos ako sa wikang Pilipino kaya't kailangan mo lang mag-isipan ng mensahe ng sanaysay nito. Sana 'wag mo nang pansinin ng mga mali ko.</div>
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Alalang-alala tayo (at sana ng buong mundo) ang nangyari sa Tacloban. Akala ko lang "<i>bali wala naman ng bagyo nito; palagi naman may ulan." </i>Pero hindi. Sa sobrang lakas ng bagyo nito, maraming tao namalungkot, maraming tao nagutom, maraming tao namatay. Naapektuhan ako sa trahedya nito dahil <b>napakasuwerte naman ako, </b>walang nangyari sa akin. </div>
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Malungkot rin ako, kasi estudyante pa lang ako; kaunti-unti lang ang pwede kong gawin para sa mga biktima. Gusto ko nga sasamahan ko ng tatay ko kasi papunta siya sa Tacloban para matulungan ng mga biktima. Malungkot ako dahil nabagsak lang ako sa eksam ng araling panlipunan. Sila kaya ay masmalungkot kasi bumagsak ang lipunan nila. Sana ayusin na ang sitwasyon nito dahil hindi nila marapat na nangyari doon.</div>
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Kailangan andyan pa ng pananampalataya para kay Panginoon. Huwag natin ikalimutan ng mga mabuting kapalaran natin. Suwerte naman na hindi na tamaan sa Metro Manila. Pero kahit na, sana nasaisip mo palagi si Diyos bawa't araw-araw. Mayroon siyang plano para saatin at para sa mga biktima. May pag-asa pa.</div>
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Salamat sa iyo para sa pagbabasa nito.</div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Hey ho yet again amigos~</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: lime; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><u><b style="background-color: white;">Take 2!</b></u></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><b>A DARK SHOCK.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt slowly
woke to the sound of what he thought were hammers, drills, and the distorted
revving of a long unused sport bike which made his black hair frizz a little.
It was a strange morning. As he walked down the stairs for his morning meal, he
had heard numerous explosions and three loud pops in succession which sent a
shiver down his spine. The smoke from downstairs fogged his eyeglasses and its
smell tainted the pajamas he wore.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I am not
quite fond of breakfast,” he said to himself, “but this morning merits a little
normal.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">He listened to
a rough hum sizzle away as the racket downstairs began to die down. Wyatt
cooked a meal for two, because he expected a certain someone to join him that morning
for a taste of his fruity flapjacks, albeit he wasn’t sure who. A woman from
the basement walked into the kitchen, greeting Wyatt as a slight frown grew on
his face. He knew her, but why? He beckoned the young lady to the table as he plated
the still-hot pancakes. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Alice,” he blurted,
but he cut himself off.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">He didn’t
know how he knew her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Alice was
quite the freaky sight. She wore her long hair blood red as it shot small
sparks of crimson light like a tesla coil. Her eyes were an unusually murky light
blue hue. She wore a long black sleeveless dress that showed her toned arms. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I’m sorry,
Wyatt, for waking you like that. I know you just woke up. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I just had
to get here…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">She
collapsed face first onto her plate, her hair no longer sparked as it faded to
a sinister black. Wyatt stood awkwardly and walked away, unsure what to do, down
to his basement where Alice had come from. Curious to unravel the unbeknownst
events that have occurred in this room, Wyatt slid open the tinted glass doors
to reveal a domicile of insanity. The formerly white walls were spattered with
too many colors that mixed into a putrid black, which dripped onto a dirty
concrete floor. Sheets of metal and oily wires were scattered all over the
floor which were etched with numerous illegible words. In the center of the
room was a mechanical exoskeleton, but judging from the lack of actuation it
showed, it was built to capture and restrain. Surprise, it did just that.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt was
pinned, face to the wall, and extremely pained; more in his thoughts than the
rest of his body. Firstly, why did this Alice matter again? Secondly, he was
extremely pissed thanks to this AI strait jacket shoving his face onto some
black muck. Lastly, quite literally to his thoughts, he had never felt
adrenaline before and was starting to black out. He felt the wall fade away as
the world spun rapidly into a completely different domain. While he was
disoriented he was transported to dimension that kept him from his sanity. He felt
what the world really was; dark, miserable, and meaningless. Wyatt felt he was
no longer a man; he was a victim, a prisoner, and dead. He lay alone on the
ground for goodness knows how long.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">None of this
made sense to him. Was he drugged? Was he mentally ill? He knew himself too
well to randomly contemplate the world’s state. However he knew this wasn’t his
world, and those weren’t his thoughts. Yet he felt as if they were, no matter
how much he told himself. Someone was manipulating him somehow. He felt his
memories slip from his mind, sending him into a loop.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">None of this
made sense to him. Was he drugged? Was he mentally ill? He knew himself too
well to randomly contemplate the world’s state. However he knew this wasn’t his
world, and those weren’t his thoughts. Yet he felt as if they were, no matter
how much he told himself. Someone was manipulating him somehow. He felt his
memories slip from his mind, sending him into a loop.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">None of this
made sense to him. Was he drugged? Was he mentally ill? He knew himself too
well to randomly contemplate the world’s state. However he knew this wasn’t his
world, and those weren’t his thoughts. Yet he felt as if they were, no matter
how much he told himself. Someone was manipulating him somehow. He felt his
memories slip from his mind, until he was slapped on the face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> Snapped back into reality, Wyatt was looking
straight into Alice’s murky blue eyes. He began to weep in a quiet sorrow,
unable to remember what he was doing here, who he was looking at, and why his
head throbbed so much. He looked down to see he was wearing a white blazer
labeled </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">Wyatt</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> and cargo pants that seemed to be
padded with armor. His hands seemed to glower with a vibrant green flame.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Oh my,”
Alice said, “whatever shall I do? I have brought this unto you and now you’ve
lost yourself. I don’t understand whatever you saw either, but I know that you’ll
never be the same.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“What are
you saying?” Wyatt groaned hoarsely. “Who are you? I can’t help but feel that
you are lying right to my face, but I have no idea what to believe.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">An eerie
silence fell. Wyatt swallowed hard and sat up to see where he was. He wasn’t in
a basement at all; he was in a tent warmed by a campfire from outside. A loud roar
burst out of the dark, which shocked the two. Alice bolted like a rocket and ran
out with a face full of fear. Wyatt called out for her to stay but to no use. His
head still throbbed as his vision faded while he blacked out.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt abruptly
woke to the sound of gunners, missiles, and the distorted humming of a long
unused generator which made his platinum hair spike up. It was a disastrous
morning. As he ran out of the tent to see what was going on, he had heard
numerous bombs drop and three loud gunshots which scared the hell out of him.
The smoke from the fields fogged the chipped glasses he wore and its smell practically
emanated from his suit.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“What in
blue blazes!” he screamed, and then he looked back down to his hands. “What in <i>green</i> blazes!” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">He was
running through a battlefield, his head throbbing yet again, shouting for Alice
and wondering who would finish his flapjacks. None of this made any sense to
him, but it didn’t matter much when he stood in the face of a gun manned by a robotic
fiend. Wyatt found himself beating its face in before he considered letting
himself get shot and to just wake from this demented nightmare. An uncharacteristic
anger started burning up from below until he saw that he was burning the ground
below him. He stood up and watched the gunfire fly by. The clouds above were strangely
golden as they cleared to reveal multiple white orbs where the sun should be. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Well I
didn’t sleep well last night anyway,” he chuckled.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">He found a
man, or a woman. It was a humanoid silhouette. It was sitting in a deep crater
clutching its head. Wyatt walked down the crater and sat right across the being
from a respective distance.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I know
why,” it spoke. Its deep bellow echoed all over the land. It swirled its hand into
a fist and smashed the ground. Time froze, and so did Wyatt, as he watched the shadow
walk towards him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I am you
Wyatt,” it explained, “I am Alice. I am everything and everyone here. This
world is what I want it to be. You stubborn ‘humans’ refuse to accept me as
your ruler, so you retreat into your own minds and change what you really see. Sometimes
things get down and dirty, where you don’t accept your true self. You start
fighting it. You start fighting <i>me. </i>Deep
inside, you know you it is real. Nothing you can say will change it. I control
everyone and not even <i>you</i> can
overcome me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt let
that last statement wash over in his head. He gathered himself and asked questions.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Why did you
bring me here?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I will not
answer that,” said the soulless silhouette.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Send me
back to my world,” Wyatt persisted.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I cannot do
that.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Send me
back or I’ll make you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I’ll admit
you have courage to speak to me like that. However, there is no leaving this
world once I’ve got you here. This is reality.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“This is not
the real world. You’re screwing with me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Are you so
sure? Look at yourself.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt and
the shadow glared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“What did
you do with Alice?” Wyatt asked. “She just bolted before I slept and now I have
nowhere to go and no one to leave me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Does it
matter? I will kill you before you get to—“<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“She went
that way, didn’t she?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt was
staring at a lifeless area full of battered buildings.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“That’s the
Itami Complex,” explained the being, “you can go live there along with the
other scum like you. They’ve all mutated into strange power freaks. Although
looking at your little <i>burning hands of
fury </i>makes you no different.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Is Alice
there?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">He wasted
his breath. Wyatt was left standing alone in the crater. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The battle
had long ended during his time-altered conversation with a shadow, so he
decided to follow the remaining soldiers that struggled back. When he reached
the outer gate of Itami, another large exoskeleton stood by keeping watch.
After his failed attempt to hide from it, Wyatt was yet again mashed against a
wall. A faint static buzzed next to his right ear, which eventually spoke to
Wyatt.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“What do ye
want ya blasted brute?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Excuse me?”
Wyatt retorted.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“It gets
annoyin’ when ye lil’ ogres speak English. Get yer steampunk arse outta me
sight, before I cut yer head off me self.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I’ll have
you know I’m nowhere near as ugly as that robot-doohickey. Now where’s Alice?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt was
growing impatient when all he heard was static, but when he heard the faint
phrase ‘It knows her,’ he knew he was safe, sort of.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I give ye my most sincere apologies, dear lad. Call me
Wolfy.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt was set free from the exoskeleton’s death grip and
walked into Itami. Wolfy apologized about the security measures, with a slap to
the face as an answer. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">At night the place glowed with an eerie blackness despite all
the color that glowed from everyone walking around town. As he ventured through
the large grid-based city, he came upon the center of Itami; a gigantic dome
patterned with gigantic runes that glow a blood red. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">For sure Alice was here, and he needed answers from her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt readied for a great sprint into Itami’s capital, but
stopped himself. He took a good long look around where he stood. No one here
was a soldier; they were all regular people. Like Wyatt, they were stripped
from their humanity, and given strange powers for an unknown purpose. “If this <i>shadow</i> has got anything more than his
bark, he just played with us like toys,” Wyatt thought aloud. “No wonder
everyone fought this war; this shadow wants his fun while us humans want our
sanity. Everyone’s scared and we have no idea who we were or what we’re worth
now. It’s going to be a long blind war. Now I just have to find Alice.”</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><b>A Dark Shock</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">◘▬◘▬◘▬◘</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt slowly
woke to the sound of what he thought was hammers, drills, and the distorted revving
of a long unused sport bike which made his black hair frizz. It was a strange
morning. As he walked down the stairs for his morning meal, he had heard
numerous explosions and three loud pops in succession which sent a shiver from
his spine. The smoke from downstairs fogged the glasses he wore and its smell
tainted his pajamas.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I am not
quite fond of breakfast,” he said to himself, “but this morning merits a little
normal.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">He listened to
a rough hum and sizzle as the racket downstairs began to die down. As he cooked
a meal for two, Wyatt expected a certain someone to join him that morning for a
taste of his fruity flapjacks, he just wasn’t sure who. A woman from the
basement walked into the kitchen, greeting Wyatt as a slight frown grew on his
face. Not entirely the person he was expecting, but was he expecting at all? He
beckoned the young lady to the table as he plated the still-hot pancakes. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Alice,” he blurted,
but he cut himself off.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">He didn’t
know her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Alice wore her
long hair blood red as it shot small sparks of light like a tesla coil. Her eyes
were an unusually murky light blue hue. She wore a long black sleeveless dress
that showed her toned arms. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I’m sorry,
Wyatt, for waking you like that. I know you just woke up. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I just had
to…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">She
collapsed face first onto her plate, her hair no longer sparked as it faded to
a sinister black. Wyatt stood awkwardly and walked away, down to his basement
where Alice had come from. Curious to unravel the unbeknownst events that have occurred
in this room, Wyatt slid open the tinted glass doors to reveal a domicile of
insanity. On the table right next to the door, a shiny metal table held a large
assortment of tools, from a scalpel to an industrial jackhammer. The white
walls right above it was spattered with too many colors that mixed into a
putrid black, which dripped onto a formerly tiled floor. Sheets of metal and
oily wires were scattered all over the floor. Etched onto the floor were
numerous illegible words. In the center of the room was a sort of mechanical
exoskeleton, but judging from the lack of actuation it had, it was built to
capture and restrain. Surprise, it did just that.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt was
pinned, face to the wall, and extremely pained; more in his heart than the rest
of his body. Firstly, who is Alice again? Secondly, he was extremely pissed
thanks to this AI strait jacket. Lastly, quite literally to his heart, he had
never felt adrenaline before and was probably heading for a cardiac arrest. He
felt the wall fade away as the world spun rapidly into a completely different
domain. He saw what the world really was; dark, miserable, and at war. Wyatt
was no longer a man; he was a victim, a prisoner, dead and meaningless. He
stood, alone on the ground. Snapped back into reality, Wyatt was looking
straight into Alice’s murky blue eyes. He began to weep in a quiet sorrow,
unable to comprehend the events he had experienced. He looked down to see he
was wearing a white suit and cargo pants. His hands glowed with a vibrant green
flame.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Oh my,”
Alice said, “whatever shall I do? I have brought this unto you and now you
suffer this consequence. I don’t understand whatever I saw either, but I know
that we’ll never be the same. Were you apprehended by numerous shadows too?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“What are
you saying?” Wyatt groaned hoarsely. “A giant robot of some sort wrapped around
me and started beating me against a wall. It fed me strange thoughts and now I
can’t help but feel that you and I are a lie.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">An eerie
silence caused the two to look around. They weren’t in a basement at all; they
were in a tent warmed by a campfire from outside. Alice’s worries flew away
like a rocket and she ran out with a carefree grin. Wyatt’s heart was still pained
so he went to sleep.<span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">◘▬◘▬◘▬◘</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt abruptly
woke to the sound of gunners, missiles, and the distorted humming of a long
unused generator which made his platinum hair spike up. It was a strange
morning. As he walked out the tent for his morning meal, he had heard numerous bombs
drop and three loud gunshots in succession which scared the hell out of him. The
smoke from the fields fogged the chipped glasses he wore and its smell practically
emanated from his suit.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“What in
blue blazes!” he was screamed, and then he looked back down to his hands. “What
in <i>green</i> blazes!” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">He was
running through a battlefield, his heart throbbing yet again, shouting for Alice
and wondering why all his life was wiped save for yesterday’s events. None of
it made any sense to him, but it didn’t matter much when he stood in the face
of a long barrel of a gun manned by a robotic fiend. Wyatt found himself
beating its face in before he considered letting himself get shot and just wake
from this demented nightmare. An uncharacteristic anger started burning up from
below until he saw that he was burning the fiend below him. He stood up,
watched the gunfire and dreadful violence. The clouds were strangely golden as
they passed by to reveal multiple white orbs where the sun should be. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Well I didn’t
sleep well last night anyway,” he chuckled.<span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">◘▬◘▬◘▬◘</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">He found a
man, or a woman. It was a humanoid silhouette. It was sitting in a deep crater
clutching the head of another fiend. Wyatt walked down the crater and sat right
across the being from a respective distance.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I know why,”
it spoke. Its deep bellow echoed all over the land. It swirled its hand to a
fist and smashed the ground. Time froze, and so did Wyatt, as he watched the
being walk towards him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I am you
Wyatt,” it explained, “I am Alice. I am everything and everyone here. This
world is what I want it to be. You stubborn ‘humans’ refuse to accept me as
your ruler, so you retreat into your own minds and change what you really see. Sometimes
things get down and dirty, where you see your true self in this true world. You
start fighting it. You start fighting <i>me.
</i>Deep inside, you know you it is real. Nothing you know is real. I control
everyone and not even <i>you</i> can
overcome me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt let
that last statement wash over in his head. He wondered if he was someone of
great importance or really was a stranger in this place. He gathered himself
and asked questions.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Why am I
here?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I will not
answer that,” said the soulless silhouette.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Send me
back to my world.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I cannot do
that.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Send me
back or I’ll make you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I’ll admit
you have courage to speak to me like that. However, there is no leaving this
world once you’ve entered it. This is reality, subspecies.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“This is not
the real world. You’re screwing with me. Let me get out of here.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Are you so sure?
Can you even remember what had happened the other day?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt and
the shadow glared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“What did
you do with Alice?” Wyatt asked. “She just bolted before I slept and now I have
nowhere to go.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Does it
matter? I will kill you before you get to—“<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“She went
that way, didn’t she?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt was
staring a lifeless area full of battered buildings.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“That’s the Itami
Complex,” explained the being, “you can go live there along with the other scum
like you. They’ve all mutated into strange power freaks. Although looking at
your <i>burning hands of fury </i>makes you
no different.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Sure, but
is Alice there?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">He wasted
his breath. Wyatt was left standing alone in the crater. The battle had long
ended during his time-altered conversation with a shadow, so he decided to
follow the remaining soldiers that fell back.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">◘▬◘▬◘▬◘</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">When he reached the outer gate of
Itami, another large exoskeleton stood by keeping watch. After his failed
attempt to hide from it, Wyatt was yet again mashed against a wall. A faint
static buzzed next to his right ear, which eventually spoke to Wyatt.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“What do ye
want ya blasted brute?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“Excuse me?”
Wyatt retorted.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“It gets
annoyin’ when ye lil’ ogres speak English. Get yer steampunk arse outta me
sight, before I cut yer head off me self.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I’ll have
you know I’m nowhere near as ugly as that robot-doohickey. Now where’s Alice?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt was
growing impatient when all he heard was static, but when he heard the faint
phrase ‘It has vanity,’ he knew he was safe, sort of.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“I give ye my most sincere apologies, dear lad. Call me
Wolfy.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt was set free from the exoskeleton’s death grip and
walked into Itami. Wolfy apologized about the security measures, with a slap to
the face as an answer. At night the place glowed with an eerie blackness
despite all the color that glowed from everyone walking around town. As he
ventured through the large grid-based city, he came upon the center of Itami; a
gigantic dome patterned with gigantic runes that glow a blood red. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">For sure Alice was here, and he needed answers from her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wyatt readied for a great sprint into Itami’s capital, but
stopped himself. He took a good long look around where he stood. No one here
was a soldier; they were all regular people. Like Wyatt, they were stripped
from their humanity, and given strange powers for an unknown purpose. </span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">“If this <i>shadow</i> has got anything more than his
bark, he just played with us like toys,” Wyatt thought aloud. “No wonder
everyone fought this war; this shadow wants his fun while us humans want our
sanity. Everyone’s scared and we have no idea who we were or what we’re worth
now. It’s going to be a long blind war. </span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Now I just have to find Alice.”<span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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