Thursday, April 3, 2014
Waking up screaming is a normal effect of anxiety, or so they tell me. I wish I could say that I believed them. But I know it's standard procedure to try and discover the weak willed in the group. 5 weeks to deployment and I am still being tested. Sitting here at 8:15 trying to exposé my inner most fears to this nice enough psych aid. And yes sometimes I wake up in sweat. But I couldn't tell her that. If I told her I thought I was doing the most freighting thing in my career, my life! Than I know they wouldn't keep me on the shuttle crew list.
The vampire plague is a disease that drains liquids from the body and hollows the bones. It attacks the brain, making it create more and more endorphins and testosterone. Creating a feral, stiff yet light creature and literally slows down the aging process to a crawl.
Plasma with extremely similar genetic code is the only way to prolong the lifespan of those infected. Injected regularly the need for plasma is placated but never gone.
At the moment of infection the body shuts down completely and begins the long process of converting to its environment. The process expels liquids from the body. It is a disgusting site but mimics certain poison related deaths.
Only blood by blood exposure can infect others.
Once infected those bloodlines similar to the host are the only way to survive. As such, a system arose between those who's bloodlines matched and a simple bartering economy was created. However, as many vampires became unable to maintain their own cravings they would often drink their relatives dry. Many feuds were created because of this and large battles were forged with alliances forming.
A new order of lords and ladies were empowered to create sustain and maintain the amount of vampires allowed be in one region. And a rotation system was created to help lose suspicion. However the food source soon became an issue again thus leading to a new ecological system and structure to be used in place of the old.
The Stalk was created, a complex tried and true method of ensuring a constant and sustain-full food source. Many company's became fronts for The Stalk, including blood banks and dating match sites to continuing resources. Those with more money and power controlled the affluence of their regions..
As well as influencing the lives of so much of their herd, there became a need to protect there investments from the unordained vampires. So trust funds and privilege (there for protection) were made for those who bloodlines became fewer and farther between.
Many believe the first vampire was in fact an Egyptian pharaoh who sired king Tutankhamen. Although there is now way to know. It is known that Tutankhamen father did usher in a new belief structure before his death.
The Bloodlust Chronicles
Chapter 1: New life
Everyone at some point in their lives wished that they could be someone else. To be stronger, smarter or more handsome. Some people think that they can, just by joining a new religion, gym class or by moving somewhere new. It took my death to realize that, sometimes, you can never be the same again. No matter how hard you wished you could and then that can be so much more worse. But It also took my death to save my life.
“Chazwell Moore?” asks a dishevelled man sitting in a desk in an auditorium. Filled with about 5 people in the seats.
“Here” I answered the instructor of my morning economics class. “And its just Chaz, please.” I add bringing out my laptop. Taking economics at 8:15 wasn't my first choice when I started my first year of University. But everything else was full and it had only 8 other students. So I knew I could raise my hand and ask questions on any of the papers. Not that I'm incredibly shy and awkward around people. Though I am, but because I'm not entirely sure what economics is about. And I was quite certain no amount of classes was gonna change that.
“Eddie Thompson?” asks the instructor now. Sounding more and more monotone as he progresses through the names.
I mean I know it involves how our society distributes goods and services but I'm just genuinely lost on the subject. As I can see everyone but three petite Asians are. Wait, was that racist? I don't think it was. As I'm sitting here contemplating this I get brought back to reality by someone walking by my line of vision and into a seat in front of me. A tall dark haired guy with a leather jacket and torn jeans, cute I think but I've been wrong before. Sometimes guys just look better from the back.
Three painfully long hours later, I'm just getting out of class. I finally get a glimpse of the guys face as he passes me in the hall. He's gorgeous. A strong jaw, deep brown eyes and beautiful full lips. I knew I was gonna need a better seat in class if I was ever gonna survive this term. Nothing like some eye candy to make anything bearable. Let's hope the rest of my classes aren't as boring as economics.
I signed up for psychology at 12:30 at the Romston Building across campus. Fuck, no time for lunch. I better just grab something on my way their. Looking down at my student map I figure out where I am and make a bee line for a sandwich stand supposedly down a bike path on my way to psych. The rain from this morning has settled down and I'm fighting the wind and mist down the path. Theirs some shrubs and grass but its mostly a worn cement walkway. As I pack the map away in my satchel I've deciding that wearing cargo shorts that reach down well below my knees was a smart bet. Not as smart as actual pants but I can at least blame that weather man. The tank top and thin button up wasn't that smart however and I can blame that on fashion over function.
Continuing down the path to a clearing I notice the food vendor. A small cart with a panini grill and a woman smiling at me. My stomach starts to grumbles when it smells the sweet scent of food. The lady working the stand is a sweet eco friendly hippy who gets chatty with me.
“Hello, their earth child. What can I get for you this beautiful day?” she says to me. “Everything is made with the freshest of ingredients picked directly from my own garden.”
I look down at my watch and its 12:15 how did that happen? “Oh hi, I'll have the special. Do you take the lunch card?”
“No I'm sorry,” She fiegns sadness. “Only cash here I'm afraid. I'm not actually part of the school see. The pathway is public property so I just ask the park people if I can set up shop here. Its perfect cause students really need the healthiest food they can get to study right?” She stars at my card now and then back at me.
It takes me a minute to find my wallet in my bag and glance at the menu. There are only three items on a child’s chalk board in bubble writing.
Today's Menu $10
Lemongrass Faux Pork Sandwich
Dandelion Salad W/ Pomegranate Dressing
Grilled Spam on Rye with Avocado and Spicy Mayo
None of it actually appealing and I wonder if being late for my first class to grab a burger is going to really matter? Thankfully I remembered to bring some cash with me and choose to just try the least nauseating thing. “I'll try the fried spam please.” My face contorted with fear by my request. Checking the time I find its now 12:24 and I watch in horror as she carefully assembles my lunch. I put the money on the cart and grab my napkin wrapped spam as I haul ass down the path to the Romston Building.
“Careful hun, its still pipe'n hot from the grill!” she yells at me. It is at this point that I notice the steam coming from my hand. But I'm full on running down the trail now towards the building in sight and for some reason, instead of throwing down the hot sandwich from hell! I start to squeeze it.
“Uuuuugh!” I'm groaning as I make it to the doors of the building and run through the main hall passing people on the stairways. I pause for a moment realizing I have no idea where to go next, so I scan the hall. “Gheg' ge grr.'” I'm flinch saying now. Psychology is written on flip chart next to a door in the hall and I sprint to it in a strange gallop. Sliding inside I stop dead on. The room is filled with at lease 30 people staring at me now. I make my way to a seat holding the straightest expression I can and take a seat at the tail end of the auditorium. Releasing the now tubed sandwich and breathing an incredible sigh of relief. “Ahhhh.”
My hand is florescent red and white hot to the touch. I'm great-full that its third degree burns but I am definitely not gonna be able to write anything down or use a computer to take notes for the rest of the day. As I'm relaxing my hand to the side I take out my laptop and set up to record an audio file for the lecture. I can feel someone watching me. It's the hottie from economics!?!?! He's sitting right next to me and for sure has a smile on his face. Now my face is starting to match the colour of my hand as I hit record. “Ouch!” Wrong hand.
Shadow King making a play for dominance in and out of the astral plain using psychics for this cause. Hidden, he plans on using Emma Frost to hive mind all the psychic of the world to reach the physical world. Lylandra and the white pheonix return for ultimate battle!
using the shadow king storm, now called "tempest" becomes even more powerful. Marrys black panther and becomes queen of wa'kanda and through her powers overturns the african governments and manipulates the global markets using her powers to manipukate the weather all over the country. Using her powers she makes africa the best place to farm. Making africa the strongest and most econmically diverse planet. Making other places weather more chatic and changes it. Becauee od the vibranium she meats wolverine and makes him fhe new wolverine. X-13 her secrete lover and body gaurd. Professor can still walk and magnito died in the war.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
What if you could take the mind of a person close to death and copy it into a mind that's been rendered catotonic? Neurological synapses are electronically connected to specific regions, connected to each other. So what if you recorded those instances levels and unique signatures like imprints and overlayed them onto a mind thats catatonic. Could you fake it to react like the mans who is dying, consistently? Through years and years of data. Could you create a new life out of te old one? Preserving the mind through manipulation.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
My kookum called us warrior, long before my time her husband and father would become the leaders of our people, the Ojibway. Anishinaabe people. People of the land on the right road. These are what we were. I had never heard of 'Indian' people. And yet that is what they were calling us. On papers and signs and identification. Indians became our identities. The misrepresentation of a lost man. A lost man named us to the 'civilized world'. So that's what we became lost, lost people's broken image of who we were.
As Indians, we became part of system that wanted to keep us that way, lost people.
One day I was walking down a road I had walked on since I was a boy. I walked this road to town everyday to get supplies from the stores for my family. I'd carry bags over 5 miles back home to a shack my father had built out of logs and mud. A good size home. A home he and his brothers could be proud of. Our family, a big family, loved that home. I carried home a big sack of potatoes and flour from the stores this day and was very relieved to see a truck coming down the road. It was a rare treat to rise in a truck with the groceries in the back and today was a day I definitely could use it. As the truck grew closer though I saw what it was. The police car from town. I immediately tensed up. I heard stories from listening to my mom and dad talk hushedly about what the police could do if they wanted. I walked faster.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
The events leading up to this part of my life have been rocky at best. A series of rather unfortunate events lead me to this critical junction, continue on to try and become a chef? Or do I stay here in Dauphin and be content with the little I've carved out for myself? I seem to be at a crossroads, a precibus in which my life will forever change. Yet again I am caught thinking of times in my life when I felt the presence of the end. The Blankness I shall call it, Yes I have faced it before. I was a child when it first happened to me, I spoke ill of my brothers friend during the winter and was pushed to my almost certain death. A car hit me and I was saved miraculously. I should or could have died right then and their but for some reason I didn't and it is this event that has shaped the person I would become today. The more recent times came when I was but a younger man barely 18 when I was held at gun point, and again when I was 23. What do you expect from a kid from the ghetto. I guess I have experienced it many times in my life to know when I step into the choices that will take me ever closer to The Blankness. I wonder if my life will have meaning. I wonder if I can truly have redemption for the shitty things I've done in my life. I doubt that my impact on this world would be as drastic as a breeze on an empty beach. And yet I exist, I have a small role to play in this modern chaotic world of cause and effect. Everyone has their role. I know that what I decide to do will ripple its way through time, whether or not that means I will be remembered or have impact is what frieghtens me. I don't want to be a building decrepit and derelict, left for time to bury.