Rise of Doom

We can see it , we can feel it , we brace for the coming fall . The world is turning far from what most of us want . The things you wish for , for your next of kin slowly washes away . Time has changed what time once had . What was before is never a ring to the now . Those that are caught in the turbulent change are burdened by the strain of Earth's wind of change . What will we and the next generation face ? In the horizon we await the glint of hope to shine ...

And so ..

This post may give you few satisfaction or dare I say , pity, as you read on , as it is about a boy who has failed in his 'responsibilities' in his life. From the beginning he always felt he was meant for something much larger than his humble life , a chance to save his family from the cracks of despair. In which he seems to have done effortlessly , quite progressively good , he gained overconfidence through this deed , it seems a bright light shines in this boy's path. 'Nothing' could have ruined this boy's future to be. Evil reaches in , seeping through the chink of armor in the boy's family. The boy was undoubtedly corrupted and turned , from the great bright light to a meaningless shadow. None are to be blamed as the boy knew it was futile. Determination is meaningless , he thought. This world has brought a weight into his soul bringing him even more down into the depths of the evil abyss of mankind.

Oh , what a great world we have...

Although how much I would have loved spewing profanities inside this post in which I have a very hard time to resist to , I will continue on exacting the deserved punishment for even this is not enough for those trespassed my line of "happiness" for they will receive the honor of my very own system of justice in this blog .

You , the betrayer in which you sneaked behind and stabbed me , for I exact eternal damnation.

You , the prejudicial hypocrite in which you perceive me but discriminate , in me you saw your hated self , for I curse you to burn in suffering as in your reflections until the end of time.

You , the proud naive mortal in which you have chosen to sit with "gods" as you see it fits you , time ticks away from you , may you regret in distress in the afterlife as you have ignorantly put yourself higher above things which even you did not see or comprehend.

And my justice have been served , may the prosecuted find their salvation , for I am not without mercy.

Well ..

It has been for some time that passed without me passing by or even posted in this blog again , or should I say , micro blogging . What should I expect , it was originally established for my rantings , egotistic complains and ungratefulness towards my full life even though I do not see it as it is seen in other people's eyes. Anyway , how many times I have wondered how useful I am in life or did I did do anything significant for anyone . It feels like I have wasted every chance that I had and traded it for momentary happiness which keeps me at least content yet I still feel heavy on burden to be wasted on more useless doings from me . Maybe I should continue that fiction , heh , maybe some motivation would do . I have nothing to achieve for it seems and I do not have anything to reach for . I just need some motivation.

Thanks for reading.

Può venire presto , amore?

The object of things of minuscule things.

True , what you are thinking is true. And you needed me to tell you that? Which probably means what you are thinking is not true at all. But then I might be telling the truth and it was me to tell you that. What point currently I am pointing out is the objectivity of human minds to assume that they can know the truth and lies. In my opinion there are no truth and lies. This is this and this is that. What the human brain , in my opinion , tries to justify the facts and fictions. So it could discern the line which they assume they must not ever stand on , moreover , stand on for a time. This is what I recommend you to do .... stomp on the line , make sure you are on the line , show everyone else that you are on the line. That is the truth.

Chapter 1 : Perceive

CHAPTER 1 : Perceive

The stinging sound of which seems to emanate inside your head shuts your senses to balance the pain you felt yet your accustomed to it , as if you've have been through this , this confusion , this swirl your mind experienced or dazing falling of the dark abyss your mind , for a time felt familiar as if we have been all over this?

Who?

You said we ......

You shake your head to rid of the confusion. You are slumped to the wall at your back. It hurts to even think , for an unknown reason , it is a sharp pain staking the head.
You try to even the situation and try to make a sense of the condition you are in , as basic human instincts usually do. Your eyes weakly seeks out any kind of shape or silhouette , it seems , to your tired eyes , a room , dark-lit and cold ...... you fall to a sleep , too tired to in trying to comprehend the surroundings.

Vision returns to you , woke up once again , the headache is still there , you realize a portion of your memories are missing. But a lot was missing ......
Your name , where you came from , how did you get here. Your hungry , depressed and angry at the fact that you let this happen to you. Something wet and cold flowed down your temple. Blood. Of course its blood you thought. You struggle to lift up your arm , to reach your forehead. The blood is partly dried and wet. You found the source , it was a line of poorly stitched cut. An injury ? An intentional cut? The cut feels too clean , as if it was a surgery yet the stitches are done hastily. Your thinking too much , you calm down and look for something to eat. The atmosphere seems humming and waiting for you in a silent noiseless buzz. This time , you can see more of the room than before with effort though. Amazingly , you got up. Legs failing , your back leans unwillingly to the wall and you droop to the floor. Give up , you thought. After a few moments of silence , sounds inside the room becomes more clear to you , little beeps as it is , in a rhythmic pattern as you listen. From the early perception , steel or plastic crates fill the room , although in it would seem it was messed and ransacked , empty crates won't be much help you thought.

Your shadow accompanies you through the room. Oddly enough , the consoles at the side of the walls of the room seems to be familiar to you. You know what the buttons are for and the functions of each utilities offered by the consoles. You remembered that these consoles are only manufactured for vessels , huge outer space vessels.

One thought provokes you to a run for the ship's bridge. The view outside through the bridge's glassy window , shows you the emptiness of vacuum and space. In the far distance , a multitude number of stars shine and twinkle gracing the void. You are feeling very tense now. Not enough of the shock from the pain , yet being , presumably alone and trapped in a spaceship in the vastness of vacuum with no immediate help whatsoever. You are thinking too much again. An idea popped into your head just after you were thinking up the worst case scenario. The artificial gravity and ventilation of air are produced from the spent power generated by the ship you therefore , there might be a possibility for you to still fly the ship to , maybe , a near habitable planet you thought. You rush towards the consoles for primary power and begin to familiarize yourself with the technology that feels strange yet known to you.

After randomly fiddling controls and pushing buttons , that it might be a bit rushed you thought , then to your surprise a beeping alarm came on. It is a beacon of assort , an emergency beacon to call for help through subspace or maybe just surrounding the nearest system. This could turn bad or , you hope , a decent rescue for you. You left the beacon beeping as you thought it is better than being trapped in the abandoned ship. As you wait with with doubt and worry , you explore the ship.

As time shows it to your perceptions.

Prelude

"I could not let go , I would not." These are the last words of a man left with seemingly impossible choices to choose. He had no more to live for except for the last thing he could still hold close to him. Humans are known for holding on to what they truly cherish but most humans do not even try to comprehend what is dear to them until they face the real danger of losing the supposedly cherished thing that we most of us take for granted of. This foible of ours a majority of us do not realize that it is in all of us , those who claims that they truly cherish something that they love shows that they are unable , yet , of appreciating.

Adrianis Kross , as he is known to his friends and family back before when .......