In my travels, I've noticed a many routines, or constants, that never seem to cease, regardless of the location. I have named these "The Arts." And, if I'm to share my discoveries to wholes universes, who am I to not share more? I hope this knowledge provides more insight beyond the walls of your dimensional imprisonment. - Clint.
Seeing everything is never as enjoyable as some might say, because everything includes the disgusting underbelly which tends to take up more space than desirable. This, however, forces me to write about things I largely dislike. Now, tragedy is inescapable in any sense, but when you have the PREs involved, tragedy becomes much more than death. It becomes full on betrayal. If you are unlucky enough to stumble upon these records, like I, than you know damn well what I'm speaking of.
Now, some of this simply happens as an act of weakness or valor. And, in ways, you must respect the traitors, in some twisted way. In fact, some lose everything they valued, some fought for their humanity in a fight they could never win. I wish someone would've told them that, but sometimes wisdom doesn't get the opportunity to spread. In these cases, it must be argued if this is truly betrayal. I would argue that it is a forced betrayal, one that does create enemies out of allies, yet still keeping sympathy. But the alternative still exists.
The true betrayal, when one gives themselves to darkness for salvation or some perverted sense of power, sickens me, so I write with acknowledged bias. I would still like to remind you that these people that live lives against these beings are very close to me, in a proverbial sense. I live that life as well, even if it is in a manner that differs heavily. But to see them give up and join the enemy, knowing full well what treason they've committed, is far more than frustrating. It's offending.
NOTE: IU-003 is still being researched. I didn't complete every task I had attempted to on my last visit and was forced to return. The post should be up in a few days.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
IU002 - "Welles"
Overview: In technological and political concerns, most of the places I've visited are relatively close together. “Welles,” unlike some of the other exceptions, is advanced in the only way I would hope. After looking into its history books, I think I found a reason behind this. Whereas many universes have some sort of Great Age of Dis-enlightenment, this place has not, and it shows heavily. The architecture is very glass based and clean. Most of this world runs on hydro-electricity, appearing to be a paradise. However, looks can be deceiving. Behind all the kindness and beautiful cities lies governments and economy controlled by corporations, and behind them lies the PREs. The Archive is the biggest offender behind a lot of this control, making very sure to keep a grip on the world’s most powerful leaders.
Here, The Archive and their “Grandfather” have a grip on all parts of society and the activities of the PREs, their servants generally doing the negotiating. If someone(or something) wants information on anything, The Archive is the first stop. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if I had met more than a few people who worked for them. I try to spend my time out during daylight, for I know what occurs behind the hotel walls, and they are anything but desirable.
Positives: Clean, wholesome, and a sight for sore eyes, this world is one of the more friendly ones(during the day) that I've stepped foot in. Poverty is low, and even when a poor man is seen, the citizens are quick to help. Humanity is celebrated. Technology has been advanced so much so that transportation times are a thing of the past. Language has been unified into a single one(which is Latin and English based.) that rolls off the tongue. This place excels at making you feel comfortable and safe.
Concerns: However, feeling safe and being it are two different things, and residing here has reminded me that. The corruption that strings through the fabric of the society illuminates the harder you look. I wouldn’t hesitate to say that most businessmen here have made deals with The Archive over several occasions. Television also holds a tight grasp on this realm, the news being a filter for what the men in the background want known and what they simply don’t. I shudder thinking of what happens to those Damned who are not servants. They don’t even get a minute of mention, I would assume.
Presence of PREs: I've found that this existence allows them to control in a political and ruinous manner. You could compare them to competing mafias of hellish purposes, all fighting one another and taking out the unfortunate Damned. PRE03 seems to be very active when it comes to his involvement in world events. I've even heard from a few Damned that deals are made with one of these proverbial, arguably literal, devils every hour. It’s sickening to see humans unintentionally all cast themselves as servants. Perhaps it is not right to scold them, however. They don’t know any better.
Whiskey Quality: Superb. Even though it could be argued to be a little pricey, the deliciousness and craftsmanship show a passion that is lost by many other attempts.
Overall Impressions: Even having seen the ugliness that happens behind the curtain of this world, it is still my preferred residence. Currency has a bit too much importance for my liking, but compared to places like “Godot,” this place is a wonderland. On another note, it allows for a lot of solace, especially when writing during the day. It’s a place to calm down, unwind and get away from Damnation. Granted, you don’t stay the night.
Here, The Archive and their “Grandfather” have a grip on all parts of society and the activities of the PREs, their servants generally doing the negotiating. If someone(or something) wants information on anything, The Archive is the first stop. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if I had met more than a few people who worked for them. I try to spend my time out during daylight, for I know what occurs behind the hotel walls, and they are anything but desirable.
Positives: Clean, wholesome, and a sight for sore eyes, this world is one of the more friendly ones(during the day) that I've stepped foot in. Poverty is low, and even when a poor man is seen, the citizens are quick to help. Humanity is celebrated. Technology has been advanced so much so that transportation times are a thing of the past. Language has been unified into a single one(which is Latin and English based.) that rolls off the tongue. This place excels at making you feel comfortable and safe.
Concerns: However, feeling safe and being it are two different things, and residing here has reminded me that. The corruption that strings through the fabric of the society illuminates the harder you look. I wouldn’t hesitate to say that most businessmen here have made deals with The Archive over several occasions. Television also holds a tight grasp on this realm, the news being a filter for what the men in the background want known and what they simply don’t. I shudder thinking of what happens to those Damned who are not servants. They don’t even get a minute of mention, I would assume.
Presence of PREs: I've found that this existence allows them to control in a political and ruinous manner. You could compare them to competing mafias of hellish purposes, all fighting one another and taking out the unfortunate Damned. PRE03 seems to be very active when it comes to his involvement in world events. I've even heard from a few Damned that deals are made with one of these proverbial, arguably literal, devils every hour. It’s sickening to see humans unintentionally all cast themselves as servants. Perhaps it is not right to scold them, however. They don’t know any better.
Whiskey Quality: Superb. Even though it could be argued to be a little pricey, the deliciousness and craftsmanship show a passion that is lost by many other attempts.
Overall Impressions: Even having seen the ugliness that happens behind the curtain of this world, it is still my preferred residence. Currency has a bit too much importance for my liking, but compared to places like “Godot,” this place is a wonderland. On another note, it allows for a lot of solace, especially when writing during the day. It’s a place to calm down, unwind and get away from Damnation. Granted, you don’t stay the night.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
IU001- "Godot"
Overview: This universe is the result of a massive proclamation. To put that proclamation into a simple and quick statement, there was a one world government established and now controlled by The Panopticon. For those of you clueless to its meaning, allow me to explain. The Panopticon is the name usually given to a government created program based on learning about the PREs. They are one of the more dangerous things you will meet, no matter what the name may be, or what dimension you reside. They are not allies to anyone. Now, the government is set up so that cities generally go by three constant rules with city appointed other laws. 1. You shall be executed if the servant of a PRE. 2. You will be executed if you kill another human being. 3. You will be put on trial if suspected as a servant of a PRE. It is harsh and unforgiving. Many people in the town I visited were filled with paranoia, obvious in every move they made. It was pitiful.
The towns are heavily guarded(with at least one surrounding wall) and governed. It was hard to walk five feet without tripping over the shoelaces of a town official. Oh, and they publicly execute. Not a pretty sight, but they do find some inexplicable thrill out of it. A thirst for bloodshed shared by the many. For some reason, they continue to attempt keeping a common currency alive, as if hanging on to small threads of a past life. It is rather tragic. Their antagonistic tones did not keep my pity for them, however.
Positives: Well controlled and streamlined. They took the challenge of preparing themselves for an all-out war, and it appears they've succeeded. The human race has bonded, but over the idea of other humans, rather than direct family and acquaintances. I've yet to see notable, large attacks on any city of theirs, so it could be safe to assume that what they've done has worked.
Concerns: However, in this search of a world to fight against PREs, they've lost quite a bit of their humanity. Though the idea of others helps them fight, the actual beings fill them with terror. There is no trust here, only the quaint whispers in the distance. Perhaps that’s why attacks are so rare. The humans will kill themselves out of fear before the servants even lift a finger. They quarrel, they kill, rumor, fight, demand, and all sorts of other despicable things. All done out of thoughtless panic. Unless the government collects them for "studying" first.
Presence of PREs: While known throughout the world, they do not appear have any direct effect on many of the visible aspects of this world. That being said, they did air a live small attack upon a city on television, but it was almost un-watchable. Not out of disgust, but due to interference. The city, in case you had wondered, is still standing, but it was very obvious what they had been through. As for servants, they can be seen sometimes in the darkness, plotting. They seem intent on doing whatever their masters tell them. You can only ponder what significant resources they want their grubby little hands on.
Whiskey Quality: I can’t say for sure if the bar I was in was worth my time, but I digress. The drink could have been better. The flavor itself was bland and it required much more time before any true taste would illuminate itself. I suppose they were too impatient.
Overall Impressions: “Godot’s” worst aspect is the praise it gets from those within its grasp. They cannot imagine a more perfect existence, but even that doesn't upset me. No, what upsets me most about “Godot” is its path to dystopia. It was not led by the PREs or even their servants. It was designed by man. Built by the poor, funded by the rich, motivated by false security. They gained nothing but veils to hide behind and they worship them like gods. It reminds one how close we truly are to hell. If you have your choice, leave the world that fights for victory against nothing succeed in its fiery passion for pretend justice.
The towns are heavily guarded(with at least one surrounding wall) and governed. It was hard to walk five feet without tripping over the shoelaces of a town official. Oh, and they publicly execute. Not a pretty sight, but they do find some inexplicable thrill out of it. A thirst for bloodshed shared by the many. For some reason, they continue to attempt keeping a common currency alive, as if hanging on to small threads of a past life. It is rather tragic. Their antagonistic tones did not keep my pity for them, however.
Positives: Well controlled and streamlined. They took the challenge of preparing themselves for an all-out war, and it appears they've succeeded. The human race has bonded, but over the idea of other humans, rather than direct family and acquaintances. I've yet to see notable, large attacks on any city of theirs, so it could be safe to assume that what they've done has worked.
Concerns: However, in this search of a world to fight against PREs, they've lost quite a bit of their humanity. Though the idea of others helps them fight, the actual beings fill them with terror. There is no trust here, only the quaint whispers in the distance. Perhaps that’s why attacks are so rare. The humans will kill themselves out of fear before the servants even lift a finger. They quarrel, they kill, rumor, fight, demand, and all sorts of other despicable things. All done out of thoughtless panic. Unless the government collects them for "studying" first.
Presence of PREs: While known throughout the world, they do not appear have any direct effect on many of the visible aspects of this world. That being said, they did air a live small attack upon a city on television, but it was almost un-watchable. Not out of disgust, but due to interference. The city, in case you had wondered, is still standing, but it was very obvious what they had been through. As for servants, they can be seen sometimes in the darkness, plotting. They seem intent on doing whatever their masters tell them. You can only ponder what significant resources they want their grubby little hands on.
Whiskey Quality: I can’t say for sure if the bar I was in was worth my time, but I digress. The drink could have been better. The flavor itself was bland and it required much more time before any true taste would illuminate itself. I suppose they were too impatient.
Overall Impressions: “Godot’s” worst aspect is the praise it gets from those within its grasp. They cannot imagine a more perfect existence, but even that doesn't upset me. No, what upsets me most about “Godot” is its path to dystopia. It was not led by the PREs or even their servants. It was designed by man. Built by the poor, funded by the rich, motivated by false security. They gained nothing but veils to hide behind and they worship them like gods. It reminds one how close we truly are to hell. If you have your choice, leave the world that fights for victory against nothing succeed in its fiery passion for pretend justice.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Introduction
In some respects, I’m not quite sure why this is even up. I didn't find a huge reason to do this, but I suppose when you've been living like I have, seeing what I see on a daily basis, your views change, your ideologies change, and you change with them. I am writing this with the full intent that whoever is reading this is a Damned, one who is followed or controlled by PREs. If you do not know what they are, you should leave this blog immediately, I am not a teacher and the knowledge you seek is the best way to become Damned yourself. In short, it’s not something you should intend on learning. As they say, ignorance is bliss.
Now, to those of you who do know what that means, I’d like to say that this exists as a monument to you all, to the Damned like I. Now, unlike the vast majority of you, I was blessed with the ability to walk beyond the roads of one world. In common speak; I can travel the multiverse without assistance of a PRE. I know not why or how, but I can only assume I will find out if I search long enough, if I seek under every stone. The answer has to be somewhere, does it not? But that is irrelevant right now, for it is not the discussion of why this post exists. No, this exists as a record of my travels, a journal, if you will. And through every universe of which I walk, they await me. I've not seen one where they do not wreak havoc in some way, be it discreet and few or the world’s very demise. I can’t say I've seen all, but after so many attempts to find a haven and being proven wrong every time, you can see where my doubt originates.
Now, if you see this, odds are it is the result of dimension bleeding at its finest, allowing us to talk in ways unknown to most. Sometimes I like to just drink in the possibility. I ramble, however. All you need know is that I will be recording my past experiences and those yet to come here, as I said before. As there has yet to be a, for lack of a better term, universal way of cataloging dimensions, so I will simply be naming them off of fictional characters or names I find fitting as well with a name among the lines of IU000.(Identified universe) I will be posting my first report later today or tomorrow. If you have any questions, feel free to place them here. And with that, I've no more to discuss for now.
I bid you a fond farewell and a pleasent future.
-Clint
Now, to those of you who do know what that means, I’d like to say that this exists as a monument to you all, to the Damned like I. Now, unlike the vast majority of you, I was blessed with the ability to walk beyond the roads of one world. In common speak; I can travel the multiverse without assistance of a PRE. I know not why or how, but I can only assume I will find out if I search long enough, if I seek under every stone. The answer has to be somewhere, does it not? But that is irrelevant right now, for it is not the discussion of why this post exists. No, this exists as a record of my travels, a journal, if you will. And through every universe of which I walk, they await me. I've not seen one where they do not wreak havoc in some way, be it discreet and few or the world’s very demise. I can’t say I've seen all, but after so many attempts to find a haven and being proven wrong every time, you can see where my doubt originates.
Now, if you see this, odds are it is the result of dimension bleeding at its finest, allowing us to talk in ways unknown to most. Sometimes I like to just drink in the possibility. I ramble, however. All you need know is that I will be recording my past experiences and those yet to come here, as I said before. As there has yet to be a, for lack of a better term, universal way of cataloging dimensions, so I will simply be naming them off of fictional characters or names I find fitting as well with a name among the lines of IU000.(Identified universe) I will be posting my first report later today or tomorrow. If you have any questions, feel free to place them here. And with that, I've no more to discuss for now.
I bid you a fond farewell and a pleasent future.
-Clint
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