The Triumphant Return (A.K.A Eleven Days of Hell)

Hello My Dearest Children!

Fear not, the Doctor did not abandon you and Impact is soon to follow with a post I'm sure. We recently went on a little "soul searching" expedition in Europe, running through Amsterdam and Paris like madmen then ending up the whole shebang in Normandy at the D-Day Beaches. Amsterdam was sheer madness, hookers everywhere, pickpockets and madmen abound, it was absolutely beautiful. America claims to be the land of the free, when really were simply the home of the brave and slightly confused. Amsterdam trumps all other countries in freedom seeing as most drugs are decriminalized and you can purchase yourself some ridiculous ganja every block or so, sometimes theres even three or four coffee shops side by side on a street. If I had to pick a European nation to live in it would definitely be Holland, and I would take immediate residence in Amsterdam. Everyone is friendly, aside from the pickpockets and people running around on just about every substance known to man, but hey at least there is a bit of entertainment there. The streets stay clean, the people take care of themselves, and most people are more than willing to direct you around if you are lost and most will even go the extra mile of leading you to your destination if it isnt too far and you are legitimately lost!

Paris, on the other hand, is the polar opposite of Amsterdam, atleast in my experience. The streets are filthy, almost as dirty as half of the people that live there. Also the streets, train stations, hotels, and just about everywhere you can imagine are over run with gypsies begging for change, crazed homeless people that will chase you down for money, pickpockets with the biggest balls in the world, and generally hateful people. The first night was fine despite the hotel being something reminiscent of Eli Roth's Hostel, although we were badgered by gypsies asking if we spoke english and then begging for any change we had, and almost immediately losing 3 members of our party in the heart of Paris. The second day went by without a hitch, I got a good drunk going because it was my birthday and crashed with a smile on my face, and a severe exhaustion from being at the Louvre and wandering around the odd smelling streets of paris aimlessly looking for decent food (which is damn near impossible to find apparently.) The last day was total hell on earth, we spent the whole day either on a boat or on a bus seeing the same crap over and over and over again, the whole day ended in a bar fight between me, two of my friends, and a pickpocket, which I guess could have happened the first two nights but anyways. I tire of ranting children so I will bid you farewell until next time, and remember, a little smile and high hopes can change everything!

Yours Truly,

The Doctah

I wrote a paper for my friend....and this is what it said!

In today’s time I think that kids these days listen to different kinds of rock, like heavy metal, for a reason. They form groups, and in these groups the kids of today “fit in”. Most of the kids listen to the music to escape into their own personal world, free of judgment and harassment. Many of these avid listeners form groups in which they can belong to, to be free from conforming to outer influences; but in return they, themselves are conforming to the subject they are listening to. Take the band Sum 41 for example, kids listen to that to escape forced conformant from their daily lives, and upon entering the clique of that type of music, they, in turn, are conforming. It is cause and effect, it is simple. Look at the band Rise Against, it tends to kids these days with the attitude of anti-government, the bad, rugged look of the modern teenage soul becoming a raging maniac with bombs in his sneakers, yelling incoherent slogans on a one way radio to God, freeing them from a tormented life in a conforming society to live a life inside a concrete jungle. In short, today’s kids are a wound up with freeing themselves in a carefree life style, only to be abruptly beaten by societies steel fist into submission. The pure fanaticism of the bodies of lifeless teenagers, trudging the open streets of life, is quickly shot down by the world’s burden of a reality. Kids are even driven to anger, rage, depression and even suicide by this music. The kids listen to what they want to hear, not the truth. In short, the world’s kids will never change their minds, sticking heavily with pure fantasy beliefs.

A peek inside the mind of a Genious.

Hello my friends! This is Impact and I am here to tell you a little about the man behind the keyboard. Lets start off with the usual, boring blabber; Myself, I am a young gay guy growing up in the beautiful city of Philadelphia. I have some of the most amazing friends anybody can ask for. LT3R! But enough with the softy, touchy-feely shit. I can begin to express my new found love with the great language composition. I used to be a two-wit fuck up that had no idea that life was more than a box of dildos. It all started in my senior year of High School. Picking classes was easy, until given the choice to pick English - Film or English - Drama. Film was possibly the easiest class ever and everybody and their mothers took it. Me? I took Drama, and that's when my life began to stray from the clear path. Ever since then, I took a great interest in the English language. Correcting many on their spelling, grammar, and fucking hardheadedness to change. I was known as a Grammar Nazi, but since recently; that has changed. I have been promoted to the Grammar Gestapo position.
Intriguingly, I have found new meaning in this life. No longer am I a selfless, hollowed out being of a man, trudging the streets of fate. I write my own fate. I control my fate. I live my fate. People say to me "Well, Mr. Impact. Do you not want to survive in this life." And my retort to that question is aptly answered "Sir. I don't want to survive, I want to live."
Now is a great time to let everyone know what I live for. I, myself, live for excitement. I live to better this world, and free the tormented, conformed citizens and lead their lives into happiness. I live for my long-term goal: The LT3R, The Less Than 3 Revolution. Less than 3 = <3. It has unlimited meaning. My good friends know that I spread the LT3 to everyone I can possibly get to. Except some, the some that take offense to words used a good time ago in history, the guilt people put others on because of forefathers mistakes, and people who do not care to learn. As for my writing. I love it. Some may ask why I write, is it for fame or money, they ask. Money is nothing to me, I would rather have fame, is my most renowned retort. A well-known writer is more respectable than a rich writer. My writings can sometimes be messy; but, my friends, in the end product, they are grand.
This ends my speech about moi. I hope that everyone can see through my eyes and spread the LT3R. Lead linear lives, and be forgotten. Lead nonlinear lives, and live on forever. Stand up, be your own person. Do not forget why you live!

A Glimpse Into The Rift

Hey there Kidlets!

It's your bestest pal, The Doctah, here once again! No rant for you this time chidrens, just a little glimpse at the man behind the keyboard. I am a "normal" guy despite my slight ego problems, and the fact that I'm a class 5 nerd, my favorite thing in the world is simply to run around with my group of friends and keep myself entertained. There is no better feeling than the one you get from telling the sweaty kid behind the register at Target that you just got kicked out of the zoo for making out with a giraffe and filling your pockets with prairie dogs. Excitement, my friends, that is the spark of life and yes the "WHAT THE HELL?!" response that invoked in the poor young fellow was excitement in it's purest form, for both him and for myself, as well as for the cluster of friends behind me and everyone within earshot of the young lad.

I also greatly enjoy the party scene, bring me to a bar or a house party and you can quickly lose track of me. I move from group to group, not really caring who I'm approaching just trying to make friends and brighten peoples day. I am normally joking around with the people I meet within the first few minutes of knowing them and by the end of the night have made a large entourage of new drinking buddies. For example, the first night of spring break this year, I was in Sarasota with my friend Superman (Frat-name, not real.) We immediately made friends with the bar-tending staff at one of the many great bars in Siesta Key, and were out until 5 in the morning at an after-party just down the street. I come alive when the music is blaring, the booze is flowing, and everyone is moving around, especially if I am there with a group of people im super comfortable being around anyways.

I do come across as callous and narcissistic in my posts, and as stated even a little egotistical perhaps, but it is simply a bit. I really aim to help people in life, through writing and real life situations. After graduation I'm hoping to work in a hospital in admission, and to get my master in forensics with a minor in psychology. I write here because writing has always been on e of my one true passions, however, I lack the dedication to it to major in it and spend the time learning all the proper ins-and-outs and do's-and-don't's. I plan to submit several things over the next few years and have a few "kettle's on" if you will, but those are more for my own entertainment and will most likely never see the site of day. I also write about what I write about basically because politics and the global happenings around me perk my interest as much as writing, and I've always been told to be either an investigative journalist or a politician. This is all fine and dandy but I would rather not have to deal with all the red tape in politics, that and I do not think that I could ever produce and say such amazing amounts of bullshit to the American public every day of my life. So kiddies, our first look into my mind ends, there is more to come I just wish for you to like me before I make you hate me... maybe hate me, I cannot make that call of course.

I approve this message,

Doctah Landers

Hey guys! Project A: What Is Love

Hey! My friend and I have come up with a grand idea! There is a question that has been bothering, one that does not have an answer, one that there are not truths to...only views.

What is love, my friends? What is it? What do you believe? What is your views?

I am going to be traveling to the wonderful Center City, Philadelphia and roam the streets doing small interviews with people about this delicate subject.
Being a gay guy growing up with most of my moms side of the family being Catholic, I've had it drilled into my head that love is between a man and a woman, with no sexual intercourse.
Chya? I have reached a point in my life, where new things are broadening my horizons. I have upgraded my vocabulary, started reading diverse things, and found new meaning in the world. I am not wrecking on Religion, but I myself believe that LOVE is between two people, who have unimaginable feeling between each other, even if there is sex before marriage, if you have sex before marriage you will not die, crock of shit.

BUT! Stay tuned! I will be getting a Video/Filming liscense soon! Bye for now guys <3

Spread the Less Than Three

An Apology

Dearest Reader,

It has come to our attention that one of our writers is not what he claimed to be, which is a writer... We would not have allowed that post if we had thought ahead and required that posts be proof-read. Impact and I have known each-other for close to three years and have both exhibited our skills to one another many times, being it during classes or a project we were working on for fun. We thank you for you voicing your opinions and informing us of the lack of quality, it helps a lot. To avoid any further mess-up's like the one that has just occurred, we will in fact be setting up an email that writers will send their posts to for proof-reading. Also dear reader, if you wish to join our staff please send an email to the account, which will be added in the comment section as it does not yet exist, and include how we can contact you and first and last name, as well as 2 short articles, that must be at least 5-paragraphs long each! Once again, we offer our deepest apologies for the mishap, it shan't happen again!

Thank you kindly,

The Impact Staff

A letter to the readers!

G'Day My Love,

How I miss you, dearest child. How have you been? How's the family doing? Did you get rid of that rash? This is the third time I've written and have not heard a word from you, why do you neglect me so? I give you my time and yet things progress as usual. I tell you "Keep an open mind," and you stand idly by as a new bill is forcefully thrust into action without a vote, how very democratic. Please do realize, my dear, that I do not have the capacity to hate you, but nor do I have the ability to love you at the moment. You preach change and we rally behind you and join you blindly in the same old routine. We know all the steps but the blindfolds provide infinite blunders along the side, and the beginnings of a more "1984" America. Again, and please don't forget this kiddo, I take no sides because in doing so would become bias and only see half the hilarity! Whackjobs come in all shapes and colors, they provide endless entertainment in an infinite amount of ways.

Also my beloved child, why are you allowing our interwebs to be censored, monitored, edited, and real world laws to be enforced on interweb-world based situations? The internet is our LAST FRONTIER, the one place where until the age of Bush the II we were allowed to say whatever we wanted and now Obama the Omniscient has stepped up and cracked down even harder than the man with a 29% or some shit approval rating, jeez aren't we just allowing for so much "change" dear child? Ok, I didn't really mean that there has definitely been change as was promised, but not the change that was expected. We as a people didn't ask for fucking internet police, government keystroke programs, and government run spyware to make sure that we are being good little boys and girls. Things said and done on the internet often have very little to no attachment at all to real world goings on, if the user has anything to say about... sites like 4Chan and Newgrounds are the perfect examples of websites that the internet is meant for... and ChatRoulette is, among being the most controversial, EXACTLY what the internet was meant to do.

Anyways children, your blind allegiance to the Socialist States of America/ United States of Fear, must change in order for the world to progress with little fighting and the least gnashing of teeth. Remember child, keep your mind and eyes open and listen for the pied pipers song!

I approve this message,

The Doctah

The One Eyed Man is King

Welcome back children! For those of you just tuning in, I am the Doctah and it's my job to keep you fat and happy with plenty of knowledge burgers and opinion fries. I have a new, slightly more deep, topic for you kiddies. We ABSOLUTELY have to do something about not only our retarded criminal system/prisons but the executions because these are costly and completely uninteresting. George Carlin, despite not meaning a thing he said about it, had many good ideas for new styles of execution. If we randomize the executioners then we can root out the sickos that LIKE killing these people and put them right in prison along with the people they got so much joy from killing. If we keep using the same people over and over again, they will grow to get a sick pleasure from it, which they probably do in the first place.

This is by far the most hypocritical thing that our government does, dubbing one person as fit to die and the other as fit to be the executioner, especially since the executioner is in no way tied to the crime. The excuse they use is the old "Eye for an eye and the whole world is blind, and in the land of the blind the one eyed man is king" excuse but its simply someone else taking an eye for a crime. Plus, these executioners kill way more than two people so technically they are HYPER BLIND. The way I see it chidlens, is that we must completely take the government out of these executions and implement better screening to find America's truly twisted individuals, I say you start looking at Capitol Hill, Wall Street, and the motherfucking DMV because that place is the work of Satan if I have ever experienced it. Once we find these twisted individuals we name them something badass like "The Reapers" or "Uncle Sam's Justice Crew" and we allow THESE TWISTED BASTARDS instead of the ones currently being paid to knowingly kill people, to do what they have been doing from behind a desk and a cellphone for years and allow them to do it face to face with someone.

This is only the first step, after we find these brokers, congresspeople, representatives, and DMV assholes, we inform them of their duties and allow them to savor the power they have for a while by locking them deep below the Pentagon in individual holding cells for about a year apiece, you know to get them REALLY angry and also to get the sociopath's creative juices flowing if you will. Once they're sufficiently angry, and filled with murderous rage, we take a general consensus amongst them as to which form of execution would be the first televised execution, yes they would become televised! The winner of course would be the most original and the most expensive to perform, these people may be being killed but they should be allowed to go out in style, they are human after all!

The second step is initiate a search SPONSORS! And I don't mean like Anhueser-Busch (Bud, Michelob, Bacardi etc.), and the typical fastfood or automotive sponsors, we need POLITICAL SPONSORS! Say we bring back the arena, we get diplomats from different countries to endorse a certain Gladiator for so many fights, and if he continues to impress allow him privileges. This offers an incentive for "the Damned" to work together and towards the end it will turn into a total clusterfuck of anger and blood, which will be shown live on Pay-Per-View and via webcast for the low price of 75.99. Remember my darling children, people are horrible and war driven creatures and will pay ANYTHING to see a good fight, let alone someone DIE, so really you could charge anything you wanted, I was just being humble and not wanting to exploit the mass public...

How do I plan for all this to get paid for? Children, children, please have more faith in me, I am the Doctah, and I'm the best one around. The answer to where the money comes from is so very simple that I put literally NO thought into it and it's brilliant! You make toys, and by the ton! Each offender gets toys based off them and there will playsets for the different arenas or wherever the executions are performed, and allow for good old fashion family fun! Of course when a gladiator was killed in glorious bastard his figure would go up slightly in cost, and have better accessories and maybe even spit a stereotypical, he-manesque catch phrase or two, out of respect to the convict of course. Anyways, I grow tired of feeding your knowledge starved brains so I leave you with yet another "Doctah Approved" better living advice. Do your fellow man a favor and think of the craziest shit you want to do and GO FOR IT! Please don't hurt anyone though because then you're simply a part of the problem, and you're taking my advice and ranting the wrong way. Also remember this children, whether you succeed or fail, you'll get a chuckle or two and brighten peoples days, hopefully!

I Approve of This Message,

Doctah Landers

The Ultimate Resistance

The Ultimate Resistance

The Evangelist Project

by Harry Madison






Soon after the war on the planet Zefil,(With Harry and Esterius and his men).
The Dominican Grays (Kronos) survived, only about less than 1/2 of the race survived. But the Almorionians somehow escaped the planet but only the virus that contains a sickness in which you evolve into an Almorionians. The New Colony of Xeani is populated with the humans who survived the Earths Revelation. The New Colony of Xeani has an armed forces regiment known as the New Resistance, which is lead by Commander Harry Madison’s son and Esterius's nephew, Raphael Madison. Raphael is following his father’s footsteps to lead The New Colony of Xeani into victory over the other planets inhabitants. The new enemies that threaten Xeani are known as the EverAngels. They reside on the planet right next to Xeani called Arin-Vajor. The EverAngels are very calm unless they feel in danger. The EverAngels have started a new "program" called The Evangelest Project; The EverAngels are kidnapping some of The New Resistance's men and turning them into Evangelists. An Evangelist is a creature that looks like a Human but when in danger it mutates into a large behemoth that has 3 thick legs, looking like a tripod, 2 club shaped arms and a mouth with very, very sharp teeth that can saw through metal. The New Colony of Xeani has just started another regiment called The Cleansers. The Cleansers are one step below The New Resistance. The Cleansers are skilled in effectively removing the Almoronian Virus from anything it can shelter in. They are extremely fast and they are pin-point sharpshooters when it comes to fighting. They excel in far range and medium range combat but they are horrible close combatants. In the neighboring planet of the EverAngels there is a race known as the Arragons. Little is known about this race but what we do know is that the EverAngels are very good allies with the Arragons. The Arragons just seemed to "sprout" from the planets soil. The Humans never got the chance to meet with the Arragons; they have not even been able to contact them. The Humans had to survive a mass attack on their new home. This is their story.

1


Two Velman Recon Aircrafts circled where Zefil used to be.

"Come in, come in. Do you read me Exile team, do you read me." radio'd Horror Team.
"Go ahead, Horror Team." radio'd back Exile Team
"I have readings in the area of potential threats in the area." radio'd Horror Team
"Bypass them, Horror Team. The area has already been swept." radio'd Exile Team
"I have multiple readings of hostiles in the area. Permission to search and destroy?" radio'd Horror Team
"Negative, Horror Team. Stay in position." radio'd Exile Team
"Multiple hostiles closing in, Permission to attack!" radioed Horror Team
"What the hell are they!." radio'd Exile Team

About eighteen Dominican Gray Klisen Ships closed in on Horror Team and Exile Team.
Horror Team and Exile Team fell out of position to attack the hostiles.
Alpha Team radio'd the 2 teams but failed.

Alpha Team radio'd headquarters, "Hq, Hq. Horror Team and Exile Team are in big trouble."
"What did they do now...?" Hq radio'd back. "They fell out of their recon duties and attacked 18 unidentified
gunships." Alpha Team radio'd. "How do you know, Alpha Team? You are no where near them" Hq radio'd back.
" Hq radio'd "Permission denied. Too dangerous, alright Hq. Over and out." Alpha Team radio'd

Alpha Team started their decent to Xeani.

Even though Xeani is known for its tranquility, when Alpha and Beta Team's Cruisers come in to land its a whole lotta noise.

The main city was divided into 2 sections. The Regulars and the Section B, The Regulars were the common people and the military. Section B, well little is known about section B but what the people do know is that strange things have been happening in and around Section B. Some Regulars theorize that they do experiments to humans to
make them super soldiers, they also think that new technology is being brought to life in Section B. Xeani is not yet fully colonized but they will be in a couple of years.
Alpha Team and Beta Team's Cruisers landed. Raphael stepped out of the main door and breathed in the fresh air.

Raphael: "Damn it’s good to be back home."
Kialen: "You are right sir, very right."
Raphael: "Where is Ule?"
Ule: "Oh here I am! Ha, ha."
Raphael: "You’re just like your dad."
Ule: "Raphael, what is that?"

A red ball was heading toward the Main City of Xeani, but it burst in midair.

Ule: "Wow, what was that?"
Raphael: "No clue. But the fragments look like they will fall in Harron Feild."
Kialen: "Wanna go check, check it out?"
Ule: "I'm up for it."
Raphael: "Sure, let’s go."

They got on their speed bikes and started to Harron Feild.

Ule: "What do you think it was?"
Raphael: "Maybe it was Horror or Exile Team's escape pod."
Ule: "You think so?"
Raphael: "Maybe."
Kialen: "Probably not."
Raphael: "Why don't you think so?"
Kialen: "Too small."
Raphael: "Then what would it be?"
Kialen: "One has but to guess."
Raphael: "What do you think it is then?!?"
Kialen: "Like I said, one has to but guess."
Ule: "I think he is asking you to guess."
Raphael: "Thank you, Ule."
Kialen: "Well I guess it may be just a meteor."

They reached the field.

Raphael: "There it is!"
Ule: "Ugh. What’s that smell?"
Raphael: "It stinks like the Cruisers bathroom."
Kialen: "It looks like an alien life form."
Raphael: "Stand back!"
Kialen: "What, Raphael?"
Raphael: "Shit."
Ule: "What?"
Raphael: "It's shit from a ship."
Kialen: "Nope, it is not! Fecal matter has a distinguishing odor, this odor has a bit more metallic."
Raphael: "Glad to know you are an expert on shit."
Kialen: "Shut up, Raphael. This has a number tag on it."
Raphael: "I guess I'm wrong."
(Under his breath) Ule: "Again."
Raphael: "I heard that!"

The object let out a gas and they backed up.

Raphael: "Whoa....Whoa!"
Kialen: "I captured some gas that came out of this object."
Ule: "Alright you can take it back to your lab to analyze it."
Kialen: "That I will, that I will."
Ule: "I'll stay here and study this."
Raphael: "Ha, ha! You studying? Ha. What a joke!"
Ule: "Alright fine I’m with going with you then."
Raphael: "I guess we will go to somewhere where I can kill you then."
Ule: "Ha, ha. That’s a funny joke.................not."
Raphael: "Well then, let’s get moving."
Ule: "Kialen is already gone."
Raphael: "Wow, yea. Ha, ha."

They set off to Raphael's Estate.

Raphael: "Tiane! Let me in!"
Taine: "Who is it?"
Raphael: "God dammit, Taine. It's me!"
Taine: "Who's me?"
Raphael: "It's me, Raphael!"
Taine: "Oh. Sorry. I'll tell you a story when you get in here."
Raphael: "I don't want to hear a story."
Taine: "It is important!"
Raphael: "Okay, okay."

They got inside.

Tiane: "Seall called."
Raphael: "What did he want?"
Tiane: "To wish you a happy birthday."
Raphael: "Oh shit, it's my birthday I forgot."
Tiane: "Oh, Raphael. What are we going to do with you?"
Raphael: "See ya around, Tiane."
Tiane: "Good bye."

They started to Raphael's living quarters.

Kialen: "Raphael! Ule! Over here!"
Ule: "Yes?"
Raphael: "What! I'm tired."
Kialen: "Look at the gas samples!"
(Raphael looks)
Raphael: "Holy shit! What is that?"
Kialen: "The gas is teaming with micro-organisms."
Ule: "Oooooh. Why?"
Raphael: "I'll be in my quarters."

Raphael gets into his quarters and blasts some music and falls right to sleep.

Raphael wakes up to the sound of Ule's voice.

Ule: "Wake up!"
Raphael: "Huh what?!?"
Ule: "Let’s get to Harron Feild."
Raphael: "Why?"
Ule: "Kialen is there."
Raphael: "Oh fine."

They started their way.

Raphael: "What is she doing there?"
Ule: "Well she called and said that the thing got bigger."
Raphael: "How bigger?"
Ule: "No clue. How am I supposed to know?"

They reached the field.

Raphael: "Kialen what do you got?"
Kialen: "It grew roots, but when I dug it up it ran away. It's alive."
Raphael: "Holy shit."
Ule: "Where did it go?."
Raphael: "You wanna leave now?"
Kialen: "Sounds like a plan!"

They all got their stuff and started to run, but they got cut off by a giant root.

Raphael: "Oh shit."
(Taking out his sword)
Ule: "Not good, not good."
(Taking out his axe)
Kialen: "Ugh."
(Taking out her dual pistols)

Kialen unloaded on the plant-like monster, the huge arm-like root was cut off by Ule, and Esterius took out the head.

Ule: "Well that was easy!"

The plant fell over and out crawled a creature once it took a breath of fresh air it instantly died.

Raphael: "Kialen, what is this?"
Kialen: "By the Gods, it is a Dominican Gray!"
Raphael: "How do you know?"
Kialen: "The marking on the side of it, it displays the marking of a vehicle master."
Raphael radio'd HQ
Raphael: "HQ, HQ! We have a possible Dominican Gray fatality here in Harron Feild."
HQ: "Roger that, Raphael. We are on our way."

HQ made it there.

HQ Marine: "Ok we have this under control, you can leave now."
Kialen: "No. We had the liberty to kill this thing!"
HQ Marine: "Ok well, talk to Tiane."
Raphael: "Kialen, calm down. We don't want HQ firing us for our insubordination."
Tiane: "Oh there you are Raphael! I've been looking for you!"
Raphael: "Yes, Tiane."
Tiane: "First off, why did you not report this earlier?"
Raphael: "Well....er.....I...uh.....didn't....er...have time."
Tiane: "You fool; you could have gotten yourselves killed!"
Ule: "Er.....We are going to go back to HQ ok Tiane?"
Tiane: "Very well."
Ule, Raphael and Kialen started to head off.
Tiane: "Don't do anything stupid Raphael!"
Raphael, Ule and Kialen sped off.


Raphael's mobile phone rung.

Raphael: "Yo."
Seall: "Yo Raph, its Seall. Get back to HQ I have some good news."
Raphael: "Very well."


2

Raphael: "Seall! What do you need?"
(Walking into HQ)
Seall: "It's the Board; they need you down at Section B. You, Ule and Kialen need to go."
Ule: "Wha....What?!?"
Seall: "Don't worry for I, Head of the Cleansers, will be there too."
Raphael: "Alright let’s go then."

As they entered Section B sounds of metal work and motors could be heard.

Izral, Head of Productions in Section B approached.

Izral: "Hello men!"
Raphael: "What is it that you want with us?"
Izral: "I'm here to quote, unquote, upgrade you."
Ule: "Ooooooh. Huh?"
Izral: "I am here to enhance your intelligence, strength, endurance...."
Raphael: "Ok, I get what you mean."
Izral: "Follow me."

They were led into a lab.

Izral: "Step into that chamber, Seall, Ule, Raphael and Kialen."

Hesitant first but then stepped in and strapped into the mechanism.
A gas was released and they fell right asleep. The sleep lasted about 5 days, but in those 5 days things have dramatically changed. Sightings of Dominican Gray's in Harron Feild and the formation of Klisen ships in the sky have threatened life on Xeani. The Folk have taken up arms and headed to Harron Feild, many go but some do not return. The thoughts of a another war with the Dominican Grays threaten the Folk, schools have closed, businesses have gone out of business, and some homes are left lifeless.

Raphael: "Huh where are we..."
Kialen: "Raphael, this place is dark."
Ule: "Whoa, I had the weirdest dream, which we went around killing Dominican Grays."

A single bright light turned on illuminating the room.

Over an intercom Izral came on.

Izral: "Wake up, wake up."
Raphael: "Huh who??"

A door opened and a big creature rushed in the room.

Izral: "Grab a weapon and fight"

A spotlight showed Raphael, Ule, Kialen, and Seall where the weapons were.
Raphael chose the sword, Ule the axe, Kialen the daggers and Seall the lance.

The creature disappeared.

Raphael: "What the hell?"

Izral came over the intercom.

Izral: "Good, just checking if we altered your weapon of choice, ha, ha! Move on to the next room."

They all moved on. There were three men standing in front of them.

It was Izral, a man named Jekil, and a woman named Aiel.

Izral: "You guys never looked better!"
Aiel: "Fantastic work Izral, you made them better fighters, yet you haven't altered their physical appearance."
Aiel: "Hmmm...I think we have found the right formula for some super soldiers."
Ule: "Huh what???"
Jekil: "We are creating super soldiers to fight the Dominican Gray attacks."
Raphael: "Isn't that what the god damn Resistance is for?"
Jekil: "Yes but this is a back up plan in case the Resistance fails its duties."
Raphael: "And like that will ever happen."
Jekil: "One does not know what the future will bring."
Raphael: "We're out of here, let’s go guys."

They left Section B and entered the Regular's section.

Ule: "Uhmm.....Where is everyone?”

The Current State of Things

Hello again children! The Doctor is back to help ease your worries and fill you warm crispy knowledge nuggets! I know that everyone complains "the world is going to shit," and until recently I didn't believe them to the fullest, sure I thought the world was a shitty place and kind of ignored all the goings on. But Jesus Hamburgling Christ people, the world really is becoming an absolute total cesspool, the world is simply falling apart. Earthquakes and tsunamis are destroying land masses every week it seems and they get bigger and bigger, the world hates us for helping or simply occupying their countries despite them having ask for help or funding at some point in time. War and pestilence are spreading like wild fire, and the politicians in office fight like kindergarden children over "what America wants," which is in all honesty what they think will benefit them the most and allow them to continue their plushy soft-money supported lives. The educational system in our country is slowly becoming worse and worse as our children and adolescents get fatter, lazier, dumber, and more medicated.

Frankly, and quite simply, we are fucked royally kiddies. The damage has been dealt and, as shown by the freakish weather this winter, the Earth is struggling to normalize it's rapidly changing and overly polluted climate and atmosphere. 2012 is the date cults, mayans, and general whackos have picked for the world to end and judging the state of things can possibly make sense to some but the only thing bound to happen is ultimate global cooling and a re-entry into the ice age. The only way to continue living in a comfortable situation is to reverse our consumption and begin giving back more to the environment, do this and the world will survive. Well kiddys I'm done ranting and have many more minds to ease so I leave you with this; Love your neighbor, love your planet, remain skeptical, and do your part.

Seyonara,

The Doctah

The Downside of being a nerd

Don't get me wrong, there's absolutely NOTHING wrong with being a nerd. In fact being a nerd is awesome and I would probably hate life if I were anything else. Sure I played my share of sports as a kid, you know shit like hockey, soccer, baseball and the lot, but I was in no way a jock and I certainly wasn't a drama kid although I was in the occasional play. I also fit in with the kids in the back and quickly made friends there but still had friends in just about every other "clique." I never saw and still don't see limiting yourself to a few choice friends as a downside nor do I feel people making fun of nerdiness insulting because they really wish they had the cognitive ability to do what "nerds" do daily without breaking a sweat or giving it second thought.

The one true downside of nerdiness is the weird things we get into and talk about then people stare at us as if we have something jutting out of our faces. Sure lots of people "like" Doctor Who and shows like Monty Python but if you move back to the old Doctor Who's or mention a very obscure Python sketch, people will either admit they know nothing or make wild claims to try and make it seem like they know what the hell is going on. The same thing goes if you begin to talk science, philosophy, psychology, medicine, or computers. American's as a whole have become so dumbed down that the thought of expanding ones mind with knowledge acquired from a source other than a teacher or the text book is something few people do in their spare time. Sure people browse wikipedia or google something if their in a bind or just bored but most of the time they don't absorb most of that knowledge.

Trying to carry on a semi-intelligent conversation with someone has become one of life's most frustrating tasks in this day and age. Even if who you are talking to does understand and relate to you they're probably too busy farting around with their phone or iPod Touch or whatever else worthless electronic has currently stolen every waking moment of their attention. It's sad now to see kids who are barely old enough to sit for an hour without shitting their pants with cell phones in their hands texting or talking away. Who the hell do these kids have to talk to on the phone, I understand not wanting to lose your kid but get real people, they do make cellphones with only 2 buttons, one for a preprogrammed number, sometimes they can program up to 10 or something, and another for emergency services. Kids are beginning to get carpal tunnel before the outgrow sitting in the sand box and burning ants with a magnifying glass.

I know I went into a bit of a rant but what I'm really trying to say is NERD IT UP PEOPLE, it's good for you, good for your brain, and good for the people around you who until you got some common sense and caught up with the world wanted to kick your head in with a golf cleat. But seriously people, you have the WHOLE INTERNET at your fingertips, so utilize it and go to all the news sites, science sites, or whatever nerdy shit amuses you and browse daily then spread the knowledge to your friends. Help America overcome stupidity, be a NERD!

Sincerely,

The Doctah

Rap Battle Part 2 FTW!

SPITZ: She foamin at the lips, the one between her hips...pubic hair lookin like some sour cream dip

ME: Eww man thats nasty, dont say that shit, but I bet you hopped on that shit lickety split. Sweet delicious foam all around your mouth, what more can you ask for? I bet you ate her banana split, right outta that snatch...mmm delicious cream pussy snack.

SPITZ: I got a dick of gold and balls of steel and if u aint rich you cant cop a feel. The end of time in the hands of mine just transfers energy and spits out ryhmes.

Update February 26, 2010

So, had a fucking fun day today. Left my house to my friends around 10pm, left there at 5:00. Awesome people too.

But yes, The Red Velvet Incident was put on an indefinite hold. Not many great ideas came up for that.

Looking to do a co-op piece with somebody. Not sure on what though.

NEW STORY! No name yet but many ideas! Check this in about 2 days will have pieces from the other writers tho!

YAY! New Writers.

So two of my good friends decided to help and contribute to the cause, and the cause I mean, my blog. But yea it should be pretty awesome. Un-armed Revolution is a very creative person glad to have him here at Impact Social Club. JamesRiteSizeFood is definitely a cool dude, he tends to ramble at times but the kids a funny ass motherfucker, glad to have him here at Impact Social Club. Trying to expand this but it may take a while.

So baffled......Gay Lettuce Baby Tribe

Sitting in my friends room, I said.. Oh look a GLBT something and my one friend who was there and said: What? Gay Lettuce Baby Tribe. Im so confused.... Brain is shot.

Rap battle part 1 FTW

Friend (4:54:07 AM): wavin fake gang signs like he simply wavin hi it makes me sick that all these wanabes wannna try, to testify i DENY

Me (4:55:12 AM): i pave the way for denial, scrub ass fuckers tryna say that they dien for a cause that no one sees, but i see as the clouds do move from side to side that they all died for nothin but crime

FRIEND (4:56:34 AM): i am the one who drops knowledge like an angry sage, writing confusin chapters to turn the page ,you lock me in the cage, i just bust ya gauge

ME (4:58:11 AM): I am the cause for all the disease, i drop straight knowledge to bring ya down to your knees, yea I stole that line...what you gonna do? Dont try it man, youve got nuttin to prove

FRIEND (4:59:47 AM): the streets erupt my vocals interupt your presence of mind nutting makes kids go blind

ME (5:01:27 AM): What? you like a ripped out chapter of the bible, I prescribed it, the medicnine you take is everything but private, You deny it, you think you are good just cuz you think you thrive on it, i got better shit, what you gonna do, Im like a lyrical master on the show Blues Clues

FRIEND (5:02:55 AM): i stay focused on harmony to avoid people from harm n me illusion to the optical sometimes it's had to see in reality this whole world could fall to greed

FRIEND (5:03:29 AM): idk how many more i got

ME (5:04:47 AM): Harmony aint shit if you dont got the groove, stay to the beat, and move your body to the mood, look at me now, i know youve got more shit, take it off your mind and go in for the split, dont think about it just let it flow, just think of the nubian godess in the strip club show

ME (5:09:36 AM): i study lyrical mastery like people study picaso as an artist, ill just tear your shit down until i hear your heart burst

FRIEND (5:10:07 AM): im done i rap like mark wahlberg

ME (5:11:33 AM): hey yo man, dont disrespect a big old fan, mark wahlberg may be tacky, but please man dont go and slap me. I dont know how u can hate him, you see....just when your done hatin, say hello to your mother for me

The Red Velvet Incident.......Prologue

The Red Velvet Incident

- Prologue


Earth has, the cold planet as it is known now, decayed. Trudging the ground below are hollowed vessels of life, once to be a thriving group of civilizations. But not now, not since The Red Velvet Incident, Earth has not been the same. See, Red Velvet was an atomic tanker, floating across space stowing away the United Nations’ nuclear weapons. A tiny piece of space debris, the size of about Memphis, Tennessee, struck the side of the Red Velvet, causing it to become a speeding metal hulk towards Earth. Finally, about 6 hours from imminent impact, news hit home. Various states went on lockdown, others into mass turmoil. Shots from scantily made anti-aircraft guns knocked off of the space metal, some into space, some into bystanders’, houses and vehicles and people, some even didn’t fire, backfiring on their operators in a spray of metal, fire and limbs. Then the impact came, lodging itself into a massive crater in the heart of the Midwest area, destroying many neighboring states. The impact was subtle, except for whatever was under that massive bulk of metal, but the ensuing pre-mature detonation of the precious nuclear cargo was catastrophic, rapidly spreading across the United States, towards Canada, traversing down to Mexico, contamination of the seas, spreading all through Europe and Asia, down to Africa, speeding its course to Australia. It hit everywhere, it was totally unexpected and totally devastating wiping out a lot of life everywhere. But, for some people who lived through the event, life was harder yet easier. No law, you, your gun and your willingness to kill anything that would kill you, and willingness to pull the trigger in dire situations and under severe pressure. Some groups of people started towns, some cities and some have even started new states. Some still even traverse the world, either doing justice or bringing death and violence. There are two major factions on this broken world, the first is The Retribution Assembly, a whole congregation spread across many continents. Founded by Germany’s best Autobahn Officer, Karl Von Finkinstien, these men and women come to bring justice upon this devastated earth. These are the police, the judge, jury and executioners of this new world, preserving what has happened and it people left. They are based mostly in Europe, mainly Normandy, France. The second faction is the murderous brigade named The Impact Social Club, less trained and formal than the Retribution Assembly but with much more firepower and numbers. They roam around the dead lands picking the meat of the bones off anything. They are best known for their swift in and out procedures. These men and women are centralized in the United States and Russia. The Russian chapter of The Impact Social Club was discovered by a deranged Russian scientist proclaiming purity to those who join him. The American branch was started by a fraternity located in Central Florida who were all about fun and games, as said by some, their fraternity was suspected of mass murdering many students in the rush class of their last year in a field with garden weasels, duct tape, and blow torches. These are some fucked up people. This is the story of before the impact, after the impact, during the after affects, and anything after. Welcome to the United States of Wasteland.







1


Year - 2012
Philadelphia
Thursday 12:00 Am
6 Hours before Impact
Anrui Beltovin
Male – American
27 years of age
US Army
Infantryman



Standing at the podium in a room full with important military personnel was Commander Britag of the United States army. He spoke calmly as if nothing was going to happen; he made false promises of which I knew was not true. Nothings going to happen, he repeated over and over, nothing bad will happen. Three hours passed and we were allowed to leave.
Walking outside the hot air rushed to people faces making them look to the blood red sky, cloudy with what looked like a star in the distance. We knew that that space hulk was headed towards us, Philadelphia was in mass turmoil. We, the military, swooped in to action, taking civilians to fallout shelters conveniently located 80 miles away. I was dropped off with a squad of newbies to quell the riots on the street, we were told to use any force necessary to calm the people down. Of course I was left three trigger happy fuck heads with no remorse, dark angels of destruction using the tools of warfare to suit their blood lust. I saw as a man rushed one of my squad, I reached for my taser, but before I could shoot the electric strings at my target, the man was lying on the ground face up with half of torso missing. The crowd grew angrier, civilians shot at us. We had to use necessary force to defend ourselves, the civilians measly snub nosed revolvers were no match for the raw firepower that out FN2000’s pumped out, tearing them to shreds, collapsing the streets, crying in pain, dying a martyrs death. A loud noise overcame the streets, the anti-aircraft guns began to fire. We had minutes left. I ran and cowered in the basement of a house warmly greeted by a woman strung to the ceiling fan with a belt and her husband was slanted in the corner with a gun in his hand and a hole in his head, brain matter dripping from the fresh open wound in his skull. Upstairs I could hear the booming of the cannons and the house being torn to shreds, I thought it was impact. It was not, it was the futile shots of the anti-air cannons shells deflecting off of the Red Velvets side panels. Then all had seemed to come to a stop, it was impact. I threw myself in a small closet and waited. Five hours I stayed there, trapped in the closet, debris clouding the exit. Until finally, some people removed the rubble. They escorted me outside… It was a disaster, green clouds fumed the sky, and then a second explosion came, and I blacked out.

Year – 2015

I finally awoke from the blast; I was in a tube, next to many other tubes. Connected to me were syringes. A machine scanned over me, and released the valves. I stepped swiftly on my feet and started to run. In this place, it was a steel jungle, a myriad of machines moving the tubes to other areas of this place. It was cold and it wasn’t helping that I was completely nude covered in a weird tasteless goop. A hangar door flung open and three men with assault rifles swooped in, yelling incoherently at me. “Get down on the fucking floor now!” the one yelled at me. I got on my knees, put my hands behind my head, and lied on the floor. Then I heard a recognizable voice, “Sergeant Beltovin, get up.” I got up and looked at the scruffy figure, wiping away the goo from my eyes I saw that it was Commander Britag. “Commander,” I yelled, “How great it is to see you, I was beginning to believe I was imprisoned. Ha.” He replied, “You sergeant, are a new member of this family, welcome to the Impact Social Club.” I was wondering whether or not this was an upgrade to my current status. I turned towards the Commander, “Sir, what year is it?” He looked at me puzzled, “It is 2059, Sergeant. You better suit up for a raid.”

I was confused; the year that I was stationed in Philadelphia was 2012. The year is 2059; I was in a coma for forty seven years? What the fuck! How am I still looking the same way I looked when I was twenty one? I am sixty seven years old, I am fit as can be, and I look young. This shit is unreal.

I suited in the gear that was next to my bed. The armor was heavy and the gun was light. I walked toward the elevator, and then bam! It went pitch black and red alarm lights went off. Over the speaker was Commander Britag, “Get the fuck up everybody, Retributioners have commenced an attack and have breached the outer wall. A man yelled behind me, “Aye, you. Fuckin idiot! Stop standin around, get over here!” I ran over and four men stood around, the large black man with the heavy machine gun over his shoulder said, “Ok, see that elevator? Yea, well fuckin Retributioners will be scattering out of that shit any moment get ready.”

The elevator began to open,

The silhouette of a man

Agghhh.... The days just get better and better. First I get suspended from my college. Now my parents say I need to get a job and a new place to live, unless I want to live in the attic... Ewww...Attics. But yea, Today is just an awful day. Went to a strip club, Show and Tel....real ghetto. Titties in my face, so fucking awkward. Worst bunch of people, 2 broke straight men (no pun, get away) and 1 decked gay man. Ugh, Started a story. The Red Velvet Incident. Looks good so far, just major writing block... OK PEOPLE>......SLEPPPPPP