LOPE Explanation (Don't Panic) two. · 2:05am Feb 2nd, 2017
Hello. My name is Sudden Storm. I do hope Mr Hadley's presentation wasn't too harsh, and he didn't ramble too much. Give him a big round of applause. I'm only joking. Lighten up the mood.
Hello. My name is Sudden Storm. I do hope Mr Hadley's presentation wasn't too harsh, and he didn't ramble too much. Give him a big round of applause. I'm only joking. Lighten up the mood.
Willie Maket never gave much thought into the work of looking for people. He never trotted any significant length or distance for any purpose concerning others. He always thought dough was the ultimate measurement of one’s success. Openly embracing one’s Aspie traits has never caused anyp-- anybody any real suffering. Or so he believed. He really needed to get these silly terms out of his head. It is not so easy with people around him using them everyday.
I am distraught. I am figmented. I have had my mind twisted and bent beyond explanation. I feel like I have been dumped right in the middle of a train station amongst complete and total strangers, and dumped out into the world to fend for myself. Or an elaborate shopping mall sized town buried deep within what was once a bustling major city. No one likes me very much, and around a quarter of them have an immediate leeriness about me. They will avoid me if they can help it, and they will
I previously did an in universe summary of a story I am quite fond of. One in which no two bodies coming out of limbo ever will show indication of being blood relatives, not even if the two were maternal twins before. Everybody is either reliant on thaumic energy to live lest they become mortally ill in its absence, or they are adverse to it, and will get their brains cooked if exposed. Only five people in the entire world can live and thrive in both environments, with thaumic power and
Another day in the world of transit. Wouldn't I like to have a little something to break up the monotony? Unfortunately, I got my wish, even though that did not cause it, and remorse would not do anything for me, as it got no one else anywhere either.
Alright. Okay, alright. Today has been a productive day. Once again, I have informed a party of passengers who were oblivious to their own plight, only knowing they might have one. I may have ranted again, no intent to ramble. But what can I do? They never told us anything in advance, and they cruelly kept it a secret even when the opportunity was ripe. Water under the bridge, I suppose. What's worse is how woefully unprepared they were to do anything, it's a miracle it even had *some*
Is there any particular reason I am being escorted up a fire escape on a building that hasn't seen a good word in two decades? And is there a point to whatever they want to show me? I emerged in the middle of the desert five days ago, an Amtrak passenger with dozens and dozens of others, and never thought the populace would vanish. Only recently did I get an explanation on how or why we had all been distorted in an awkward manner, and made to endure a painful lecture that can't be true.
I have been boozed out of my brains for the past six hours. For good reason. I don't find losing all contact with any and all acquaintances a particularly pleasurable experience!. Never you mind having your body and all the equipment it came with taken away for good. God damn it. Damn them all to hell. I think I hate Equestrians. I'd burn them all into oblivion if the chance made itself presentable. They meddled in thing that ought not to be meddled in. They rubbed salt into an
I don't know what I should do. I've been stuck here in this vacant, mostly deserted world for twelve days now, almost two entire weeks, and not another soul have we seen for days, in spite of our efforts. Actually, I have noticed something. There are twelve of us, and twelve days have passed since everybody vanished, and we few have reappeared. Me, Anthony, Angela, Will, Vinnie, Sam, Pickering, the Hadleys, Sweet Stuff, Val De Lump, and Joanna. Yes, the dog has a name. Shall I tell about
Where is Everybody? Once again that question comes to plague my mind. With good reason. I miss Eloise. Yet I have effectively distracted myself well enough by keeping myself occupied with my insect friend and by eating and by burning. But the inevitable will inevitably drive us crazy. I don't know about the others, but I still want more than ever to know where the hell the rest of all sentient life on earth has gone.
For the past month, Vinnie and I have been having the time of our lives. It's now late July, and I've been digging and barreling myself to this wonderful hot blooded reptile woman. She's been very receptive to me, and we've been so happy across the street in this little house from Alex and co. My good friend Val De Lump has been behaving and scooting over to this humble abode for his intake of emotions, and ours have been very powerful. I have been using my mouth to write in this here
June sixth. I just realized, I lost track of the days. I followed my entries again to catch up. It is now Sunday again, and this is one day I would allow myself to relax.
I shall do it. Raise this car. Raise this straw. Lift this bracelet.
I have been putting it to practice, and I think I have got it. Focus on it, think about it, Lift it. It's how it always works. Watch the object closely. Lift the object in question. Let it hover in midair. Wake up.
Up I get. My specs rest firmly on my chest, not that I ever needed them, they just look cool. No dog lady on my torso groping me, that's good. A scream. I knew it was too good to be true.
August third, fourth and fifth, a cool string of days in what I still call the town of angles. For no purpose do I continue to write these, if for no purpose other than my own sanity. My own state of mind has been partially eased. Fu-- I shall not use that word.
The twenty seventh has been a productive day. I'm not sure which thing was the greatest. I set my alarm clock for six AM. I want to make sure everybody is up and at 'em by dawn. So far, everyone has been very compliant. Only the other guy who was in the crosswalk (Will) showed any discontent with getting up early, but he did not object. I'm starting to get curious about this, (as if to imply I wasn't already) at the cause of this. But first things first, assume the worst and prepare for
Wednesday the Ninth. It's starting to feel like summer. The temperature spiked today. Yesterday it was in the sixties so far as I could tell. Today it's in the eighties definitely. And it's not even twelve PM yet. This will be fun, especially to forage in. We have enough pork rinds and beef jerky to hold off for two straight weeks without having to go out. For the early part of this morning, I was once again reminded of you-know-who. She just can't seem to keep her hands off of my ass
June second. Today, Vinnie and I went out together for the first time to have a drink of rum together, and away from the others. It wasn't the best experience.
On May fifteenth, I would never have dreamt what would happen during my off period. I came home from the shopping mall and would not be coming back in ten days. Yet something real unusual happened between now (May 25) and then, and my break would become anything but. It was 8:15 AM, and dawn was present. I was up watching one of my favorite cartoon shows from the 1980s, one I enjoyed as a kid, and do even more as an adult. One which furthermore was rebooted. It was on my desk
May Twenty Eighth. 28 of May. There may be a day keeping the date will no longer be of any significance. In any case, it's the fourth day and already I feel inclined to forget the days of the week. Keeping track of internet activity has kept me aware that it's Friday. Was it really Tuesday when things were still normal? Was it really around dawn of that day fate decided to play a *cruel* joke on us?
I hope I can get out of this. I'm still curious about that weird chopper, and want to find out who was behind it, what was controlling it, and what purpose it served. Where did it come from? Why was it here? Would we run into it again? Hopefully Anthony and I would not be so inclined to run away when we saw it. It made no sense for me to be afraid beyond it being mysterious. If Will is any indication, the others save Val (through us) won't be so adverse to it.