Remember those times. Where life was simple? Wake up, take a shower, eat breakfast, clean yourself up a bit, get ready for work. Kiss the wife and kids, and off to work you go? Yeah. Me neither. Well as a matter of fact. Those days 'use' to be here. It all started with an idea. A group of individuals using their position to better shape the world in a perfect image. I know, crazy right? A 'perfect world' for many years people fantasize this foolish dream. And now, As i write this down. That perfect dream. Is now gone asunder and turned into a living nightmare.
How Can I describe. To the best of my abilities. What kind of world this is? In order to tell the truth. I must sacrifice myself to the Secret Police. So here and now I will tell you.
Valhalla: The Mother Company. The "Valhalla Corporation" has complete rule over the world, and society at large. They rule with an iron fist. Supposedly these massive buildings also known as "Citadels" they have constructed houses each member: One in North America, South America, Africa, Europe, Asia, Middle East, and finally Australia. While the islands that dotted the globe are their military bases some massive than others, some are even said to be underwater bases. As for Antarctica and Greenland. These places are consider a "Prison Camp continent" where all of the enemies of the state will go if they break the laws of Valhalla. The Subsidiaries of "Valhalla" :
Finn-Gall: A group of self egotistic righteous folks. False promise after false promise. They promise the people empty truths and gave us nothing but full of lies and deceit. Any competition they saw. They saw it as a threat to their regime. If one independent politician, becomes a favorite of the people. These people would send the Secret Police and have the person either executed, or raped. Depending upon the gender.
Gall Goidel: A group of self decadent monks and priests. You think the Conclave is a place of meeting and discussion of who is to become the next pope? There is no such thing anymore. Now, it's a place where old foolish men. Come and meet to discuss their nefarious plots against the minority religious groups that dare oppose the Holy Cross. The Pope himself, is a power hungry, corrupted holy man. Who self-indulgence in sleeping with young women, and having them, "fostering" his heirs, and to avoid any thoughts of rebellion, the woman would be crucified in front of the people. As the Pope proclaims every. single. time: "She is the messenger of Satan". And the masses believes him.
Dubh-Gall: The men and women in the "Think Tank". Day in and Day out. They always produce falsehoods. Even though the reality is much different. If the sky is black. They would say, "The skies color is a figment of your imagination. It is always sunny and pleasant". Even though the reality is much different. They produce scientific discoveries. Not to benefit society but to benefit their "Mother Company".
Víkingr: The men and women who serve and protect, fight and die for the mighty countries of the world? Are nothing more now than a brainless droning army. Serving their overlords. The science that was developed in the "Think Tank" had microchips implanted into once human beings are nothing more now, than killing commanded machines. If the Overlords tell them to jump, they will jump, if they tell them to shoot. They will shoot without question.
Monday, August 24, 2015
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Dark Souls: Drangleic -Prologue-
For many years the kingdom of Drangleic. Ruled by the virtuous king. King Vendrick, has watched over the lands for many years. Now, as the kingdom was at it's greatest height. A darkening is coming to the kingdom, from where? None dare say against the kingdom.
"There is no path. Beyond the scope of light beyond the reach of dark. What could possibly await us? And yet we seek it. Insensibly such is our fate". And old hooded man said to himself, looking out of his window of his keep. He was the oldest brother of the king, Aldia. "How did it come to all of this? My brother, blind by love, illusions of peace. Yet so fragile, but now? It's lost". The old man sat upon his desk chair, and began writing his memoirs.
"My brother and I. We were polar opposites. One was more militaristic, while me. I was the scholar. A more humble man, well we both were. We dream of conquest, peace, glory. All the things that a hero can fantasize about. However, such things are suppose to be meet with utter caution. For a single wrong step, it could mean everlasting chaos and lost hope". "Brother!" said the Vendrick, "We have come this far. Not as far as the many other monarchs who ruled these lands before us" the king said as he looked towards the horizon. Aldia scoffed and said, "And yet? What has happened to these kingdoms? They have come and gone. Not by war or famine, or disease. But the ignorance of their fate". Vendrick ignored his brother's rambling, "This land. Will be mine". Vendrick unsheathed his sword and orders his troops forward.
For many months now. The king, waged war against the fossils of these old kingdoms that came before Drangleic. And now? After these many months of endless battle, the kingdom was born. The kingdom of light, the kingdom of man.
"Bah! the so-called "Kingdom of Light, man. Whatever it is, it disgusts me. Brother have you seen the folly of your ways? You. You have destroyed everything the titular stands for". "No. I know what truly caused the downfall of this kingdom. It wasn't human ignorance or a weak king. It was a woman. Heh, our 'beloved queen' Even now, that title should not settle upon her name".
"Sire!" shouted Velstadt, as he ran towards his king while his majesty was ordering the provinces around. "Hm? Yes, what is it solider?" the king said, "A boat. It's approaching the docks". The king stood up in shock. "A boat? No flag or country?" he said, Velstadt shook his head and said, "No. No flag, or coat of arms of the kingdom". Vendrick took able bodied men towards the docks, as the soldiers rushed to prepare themselves. "Where's my brother?" as Vendrick asked his advisers, "He's not here" the king shook his head in disbelief and in anger, "Typical". The boat landed, the troops were ready, After a brief moment of silence, the king began shouting, "Passengers of the boat. This is the Kingdom of Drangleic. What business do you have here?" he shouted, no answer was heard. After a few moments, a door can be heard opening, royal guards appeared. They were, of course. Outnumbered. It was then, a woman appeared, in rags of sort. She unhooded herself and told her, her name to the king. "My name is Nashandra".
"There is no path. Beyond the scope of light beyond the reach of dark. What could possibly await us? And yet we seek it. Insensibly such is our fate". And old hooded man said to himself, looking out of his window of his keep. He was the oldest brother of the king, Aldia. "How did it come to all of this? My brother, blind by love, illusions of peace. Yet so fragile, but now? It's lost". The old man sat upon his desk chair, and began writing his memoirs.
"My brother and I. We were polar opposites. One was more militaristic, while me. I was the scholar. A more humble man, well we both were. We dream of conquest, peace, glory. All the things that a hero can fantasize about. However, such things are suppose to be meet with utter caution. For a single wrong step, it could mean everlasting chaos and lost hope". "Brother!" said the Vendrick, "We have come this far. Not as far as the many other monarchs who ruled these lands before us" the king said as he looked towards the horizon. Aldia scoffed and said, "And yet? What has happened to these kingdoms? They have come and gone. Not by war or famine, or disease. But the ignorance of their fate". Vendrick ignored his brother's rambling, "This land. Will be mine". Vendrick unsheathed his sword and orders his troops forward.
For many months now. The king, waged war against the fossils of these old kingdoms that came before Drangleic. And now? After these many months of endless battle, the kingdom was born. The kingdom of light, the kingdom of man.
"Bah! the so-called "Kingdom of Light, man. Whatever it is, it disgusts me. Brother have you seen the folly of your ways? You. You have destroyed everything the titular stands for". "No. I know what truly caused the downfall of this kingdom. It wasn't human ignorance or a weak king. It was a woman. Heh, our 'beloved queen' Even now, that title should not settle upon her name".
"Sire!" shouted Velstadt, as he ran towards his king while his majesty was ordering the provinces around. "Hm? Yes, what is it solider?" the king said, "A boat. It's approaching the docks". The king stood up in shock. "A boat? No flag or country?" he said, Velstadt shook his head and said, "No. No flag, or coat of arms of the kingdom". Vendrick took able bodied men towards the docks, as the soldiers rushed to prepare themselves. "Where's my brother?" as Vendrick asked his advisers, "He's not here" the king shook his head in disbelief and in anger, "Typical". The boat landed, the troops were ready, After a brief moment of silence, the king began shouting, "Passengers of the boat. This is the Kingdom of Drangleic. What business do you have here?" he shouted, no answer was heard. After a few moments, a door can be heard opening, royal guards appeared. They were, of course. Outnumbered. It was then, a woman appeared, in rags of sort. She unhooded herself and told her, her name to the king. "My name is Nashandra".
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