//------------------------------// // The Dark of The Night // Story: The (Supposed) Dangers of Humanity // by Mr Anomalous //------------------------------// The Dark of The Night: Success! Haha! Finally! It took all day, but here it is. My new song. Of course, I'm no Omnipony, but I consider myself pretty decent for someone who just barley started out. I hurried and converted the song, added the background picture, went to YouTube, and began uploading. The fact that my internet isn't really the greatest, and that fact that my computer is a Microsoft product means that uploading a video isn't the fastest thing in the world. Usually, I just open up MineCraft while I wait, but I didn't really feel like it, so I just swiveled around on my office chair, snatched up the newest issue of Gameinformer, the one about The Witcher 3, (excited) and began to flip through the pages. It was quite throughout the house, mostly because I was home alone. The rest of my family had gone out to my sister's cheer competition (Cheerleading isn't a sport!) and I decided to stay. Because I hate human interaction. And the sun. It burns... In fact, it was too quite. I sat back up and, since the computer was pre-occupied, used my MP3 player to crank up some music. Epic Score - Creator of Worlds to be exact. I'm not exactly sure, but whenever I listen to the song, images of world domination drifts through my mind. Muahahaha... Anyway, I picked up the gaming magazine again and began reading an article on..what what is? Oh yeah, Bioshock infinite. So there was I, a giant Nerdicus Losericus, sitting back, listening to some pretty dang good music, reading about a game that looks awesome, when I was enveloped in blackness. It was dark out, no sun, so, obviously, absence of electronic light means some pretty deep darkness. "Crap!" I'd have to start uploading my song all over again....nooo.... I huffed in frustration, took off my headphones, and waited, rather impatiently, for my eyes to adjust. They did, eventually, and I got up. I checked my light switch. Nope. I opened the door and realized that it was rather cold. Traveling through my living room, kitchen, and down the stairs, I found the wood stove. I picked up the long, black crowbar which lay there, propped against the walls in the corner, and used the end to lift the black, circular lid off of the fireplace. Peering inside, I saw that, yes indeed, it was almost out. I looked over and grabbed a few logs from the ground and put them inside. I took a deep breath and steadily emptied my lungs inside, causing the orange flames to come to life more then ever before. Success. I went back upstairs, yep it was warmer, and sat down on my bed. After sitting there for a while, I reached over and grabbed my MP3 player and magazine. Attempting to read the papers was useless, far too dark, but I could still listen to music. I listened to my entire Pony playlist, and nothing had happened. Rah. I got up and decided to take a walk in the snowy outside, and pretend to be a future soldier in the frozen apocalypse. No, maturity has not found its way to me yet. I walked back through the living room, taking note of the dark couches so I didn't walk into them and injure my manhood, and found the door. I grasped the doorknob and pulled it open. I was immediately attacked by a flurry of snow. My inner-nerd spoke to me and told me to shut the door. I obeyed, with pleasure. Holy Crap! How had I not noticed such a massive blizzard before now!? Whew. I was quite surprised. It was winter, but massive blizzards like that are rare, even in Idaho, land of the potatoes and unpredictable weather. Maybe the snow had blocked out the electricity? Gah, I really hoped that this power outage wouldn't last forever. I need my computer.... What to do, what to do? Blargh. I decided to risk it yet again outside, (better freezing to death then being bored to death) and donned my heavier gear. My imagination was completely free at this point, and I really wished that I had a gas mask. Maybe I could be in Lost Planet or something. I successfully braved the front door and walked onto my front porch. I couldn't see crap. Wow. This is freaking insane. I walked down the stairs and, when I reached the ground, I slipped and landed on my backside. The jolt of pain found its way along the entire length of my spine. Uh....ow. So I sat there in the snow for a while, trying to overcome my pain. After I succeeded with that - took me a while - I got back up. It was still really slippery. Unusually slippery. Ridiculously unusually slippery. I walked off in front, and I realized something strange. The tree. There was a small birch tree out front. It wasn't there. Where am I, Hoth? Nerp. Better. I shrugged and decided that I probably just missed it and continued into what I was pretty sure was the road. It was at that point that my stomach disappeared. I was falling, and there was snow all up in my coat, and it freaking sucked. But landing on something really hard was a lot more suckish. That's exactly what happened, I landed on something. And it was alive. As my body, not exactly large, slipped down what I estimated to be a six foot drop, I landed gut-first onto a broad back. It wasn't someone's head. There was a cry of surprise and I took whatever it was down with me to the ground. "Woah, woah, sorry dude, it's just...what the frik'? I don't remember a small cliff out in my front yard. You alright?" Yes, it was snowing heavily, so I didn't see that who I landed on wasn't exactly...normal, at this point. "'Ello?" Well, whoever it was got their revenge soon enough. I got the wind knocked out of my and I was soon on my back. "Hey! I said I was sorry!" I began to struggle, kicking and lashing out. Suddenly, a deep voice penetrated the howling wind of the blizzard. "In the name of The Crystal Empire, you are under arrest for the assault of The Captain of the Royal Guard!" Alright. Deep familiar voice. Crystal Empire. Captain of the Royal Guard. By Jove, I'm in- That thought never got finished, as I was interpreted by...a light. A blue light. And then I was asleep. Twhat?