Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
The park wasn’t where Aleksandr usually found himself on a Saturday afternoon, preferring instead to stay holed up in the apartment to work on his college assignments or simply to spend his free time finishing a novel; it was often too crowded for his liking, too noisy. That, plus the fact that he got sunburned embarrassingly easily whenever he spent more than a few minutes outside, was enough to dampen his enthusiasm for anything outdoorsy, parks included. But his mother had all but force him to, in her words, ‘spend some time outside or you’d be practically blind before you even turn twenty five, Sasha’ which was a fair enough concern, all things considered—he had started wearing glasses when he was nine and no matter how many vegetables his mother made him eat he still ended up with -5.00 diopters on both eyes, much to his mother’s chagrin.
It was a good thing that the weather wasn’t as sunny as Aleksandr feared it would be; it was, in fact, a cloudy and breezy afternoon, and Aleksandr was lucky enough to find a quiet spot to sit on, an empty park bench on the edge of the park, shadowed by a tall chestnut tree. He opened his laptop and turned it on—it was brand new, all sleek silvery metal and specifications that would put his old computer in his apartment’s living room to shame. His mother had given it to him the day he was accepted to his university’s computer science program with a full scholarship, leaving him flabbergasted and more than a little touched. Playing games on it was a wonderful experience, all smooth high-definition graphic and no lags, but Aleksandr didn’t lug his laptop around to spend his time outside playing an RPG. His professor had given his class a basic object-oriented programming assignment for his Intro to Programming class; granted, the assignment was due in three weeks, but he was never the type to finish assignments in a rush at the last minute. Plus, his chosen spot at the park was as conducive as it could be for him to start working on the assignment—relatively quiet and shady, with the occasional gentle breeze, it was remarkably relaxing.
Aleksandr rummaged through his satchel as the laptop’s welcome screen flashed, pulling out his glasses case with a soft triumphant exclamation. After his last two glasses ended up being stepped on and broken into two pieces, he started wearing corrective contact lenses on daily basis, but contact lenses hurt his eyes if he spent too much time reading or staring at a computer screen, and there was no one here to call him four-eyes or specky anyway. All set, he opened up his favorite integrated development environment and began typing.
The weather had called for a downpour but Twitch had felt the phony-bologna fakeness of the promise seizing the calcium-and-muscle coated highways and bi-passes in its bones. Shame really, considering a storm would be the perfect chance to test the durability of the phone it'd found discarded on the bus two days prior. It'd strap the small screened dinosaur to something tall and gleamy in the tumults of thunder and lashing lightning and record the results. Such a pity for old tech to have to go gracefully, explosively to the electric afterlife, but Twitch knew that such ancient specimens of former progress were better dead. Couldn't suck all the prime power from newer models that way. Couldn't--
It found itself out and walking, though; mind seething with indignation of being lied to by scientists who'd opted for shining faced careers and green screens. A flock of pigeons, stinking flesh-n-bone park-shitters, scattered before it, thrashing their ragged wings and bloated iridescent chests against the grey sky. Twitch produced the phone, screen facing upwards, and tried to catch the bird's fecal matter on the reflective surface.
"Shit gets hit... with shit," it yelled after the retreating birds, and then added, with new venom, "Why would anyone lie about the weather? Brick brained suits with bony teeth; all baby faced ace-broccoli munchers."
I shook it's fist at the looming buildings for good measure, for bad measurements on whoever broadcasted lies from behind those lightless, tinted windows. Ahead was the park. Twitch had never been in awe of nature enough to see the purpose of well manicured lawns and trees, but it did like the areas one syllable name. Kuu.
FucKuu. As in fucKuu.
It turned to a young father in the distance, coaxing his drooling child back into her christmas colored stroller, and pointed, saying,
"FucKuu. Aaaaaaand-duh-duh-duh-duhhhh...." it spun itself around, stopping on a young man nestled beneath one of the park's massive trees," Fuuuuh--- ohahoh."
It was then Twitch noticed the gleaming new laptop the man had seated on his lap, fingers working with loving meticulousness over the efficient keyboard.
"One of its own ventures into the danger zone," it glanced around as if something were waiting to spring a large box trap should it venture over to the machine and its companion, "Secure connections maybe, Twitch thinks and wonders how simple the pretty bit of the duo would be to hack in..."
It tossed the old phone over its shoulder with a flourish and Whipped out its tablet; stubby the thirteen year old fingers gliding across the internalized keys with terrifying precision.
"PREPARE YOURSELF, PARKUU COMPKUUTER MAN, YOUR MODEL IS NEW BUT I'LL STILL KUURUSH YOU."
It laughed, with terrifying knowing; Its eyes never leaving the rectangle of light, hands swift and fidgety with the touch screen, and feet dragging it closer to the mysterious user under the tree. tagged:@coelum ooc: sorry about this still trying to get a feel for its flow and writing style