A Person You Can Read About

Eau Claire, Wisconsin, United States
Making things that you can see. Unless you're blind.


Dream Writings 2

Weird Dreams again, but this one took a special cake.

Homo sapiens familiaris

The aliens have taken a whole group of us, me and several people I don't know or only vaguely recognize, to an earth setting, although it becomes apparent when we look for a way out that there is none, that we're closed in. Like a movie set, or zoo enclosure. They're hideous aliens, inhuman, more like sea anemone or types of plants and coral and nudibrances. We try to reason with them to no avail, they don't come near us, and we don't go near them.

They leave food for us, at routine times and places, and sometimes just stand on top of the house they've given us to watch us. We couldn't reach them if we tried. One day, they approach us with food, and offer it to us. We avoid them and hide or go around them, but there's no other food. Somebody says that they won't stoop so low as to accept food from them, and finally some of us venture forth to take the food. They don't seem to react much, but let us take the food and eat. Occasionally, something in our enclosure is replaced. A tree is replaced with a massive, passively swaying feathered thing, we surmise that it's an alien plant. One day, when we wake, the grass is red and purple.

This continues. They come to feed us. Some of the group is growing resentful, though. One of them who refuses to take food nearly starves to death, and one night they take him away. Another one decides to try and attack the alien, force it to let us free. They disappear as soon as they touch. We don't see either of them again. Same for a girl who has a breakdown and refuses to move, and another man who tries to break down the walls of the enclosure. Two women get into a fierce fight out of desperation, and both of them are removed by aliens who appear abruptly and drag them off.

Finally, one day, the alien who feed what remains of our group pats me on the head when I take the food. It's hand is soft and feels like velvet, with little anemone-like palps on the fingers. I'm too stunned to react, and just take my food and go. Most of us do the same, although some duck away or grab their food and run.

In our spare time, we play games to occupy ourselves. We throw around a frisbee, play hide and seek, exercise together, it keeps us sane. There's supplies in the house to do other things, such as draw and write, and there's books to read. The television plays video games, but none of us play the strange games. We also talk a lot, and try to figure out what's happening. Some of us think that we're prisoners, or hostages, that the aliens invaded or attacked and are holding us for some reason or another. One woman claims that we're a science experiment. Like putting caterpillars in a jar. I think that we're in a zoo, with the aliens observing us somehow, getting us acclimated to their planet.

Still more of us disappear for unspoken reasons. One day the aliens come and interact with us. We can't understand their fluttering language and the way their tentacle-covered heads flicker with iridescent colors, but we try to listen anyways. The last few of our group to leave are the people who are fed up, and try to aggress our captors, fighting them or throwing things from a distance. Only me and a few others are left. Some of us are passive in nature, while others are just too stunned or scared to react to the aliens.

There's only five of us. We started with nearly twenty, and now we're at a quarter of our original numbers. The aliens come and interact with us regularly, sometimes playing games with us, or just observing us. One of them brings a large pan filled wtih blue stones. Some of them are simple stones, others are in geometric shapes or tiles, or in abstract curls and swirls, and many of them are shaped like familiar things. Like people, trees, flowers, birds, and cars. We pick out our favorites, before handing them back. It does something we cannot see, and then hands us our stones on a string, like beads.

We wear them.

One day, and alien comes and interacts with two of the remaining people, a couple. The boy and girl hold on tightly to each other, as the alien tries to speak with them. It gestures one of it's massive hands towards the girl's belly repeatedly, and we suddenly come to the conclusion that she's pregnant, after all, they've been sneaking off alone a lot. The alien takes them away, and the remaining three of us sit together and ponder why.

Suddenly, I realize why.

We are not in a zoo, or some kid's experimental jar. Our environment is entirely alien now, we have adjusted, and we have accepted the aliens as benevolent and friendly. We do what they direct us to, take food from them, and return their affection in kind.

And we wear the beads around our neck, like tags.

We are pets. Being selectively taken and bred for docility and obediance.

This realization is horrifying at first, but there's nothing to do about it.

Finally, an alien, smaller than any other I've seen, no bigger than me, comes. We play a game of Go Fish together, where we match cards with large, colorful symbols, and it pats me on the head with it's soft hand, and everything fades out. I am being taken to a new home, with a new owner.

It could be worse.

Then I wake up.


Story Seeding in the City of Angels

Except I don't want it to take place in LA because I don't know anything about LA.

Story Seed time! First, some background information on the concept; but if you want to get right to the idea, you can go down to the jump.

Between Heaven and Hell, there is Earth. And it is upon Earth that the greatest beings walk - Mortals, complete with undying, unending souls, energy that powers life itself. This energy in all things, makes Earth rife with power and thriving with those trying to get a chunk of that power for themselves. That being said, Angels and Demons, the inhabitants of Heaven and Hell, go to Earth for one of two reasons.

. To become mortals, and live. Angels and Demons are imperfect, compared to Humans, in that Humanity can truly and freely pick it's own options and make it's own destiny. Nothing controls a human if they don't want to be controlled, wheras Angels and Demons are ruled over by hierarchies of power.
2. To remains as Angels and Demons, in order to do what they do best.

For Angels, that means inspiring, loving, growing, tending, saving, blah blah blah all that fun stuff. Although Angels aren't all "good" by our terms. Angels are also present in warfare and death.Ultimately, Angels are worried about the other person. They are creatures of a greater good, and they seek to preserve life in all it's entirety. Angels are more or less locked in the amount of members there are. More Angels can be made out of love and dreams and whatever, but more often a new Angel is simply generated whenever another angel is taken out of the picture.

For Demons, that means stealing, seducing, and controlling. You get the picture, and like Angels, Demons are not all "bad" by our terms. They can also be charitable and kind, provided that there's a payout for them in the end. Demons are ultimately self-centered and a little bit pitiable in their greed. Demons breed and spawn and produce more and more of their members all the time, often using humans as breeding stock or even tricking humans into raising their spawn like cuckoo birds. Fortunately, they also have a high enough turnover rate from their violent nature that their population tends to stabilize.

Earth, though, is a middle ground. Despite what most think, Heaven and Hell cannot see everything upon Earth, far from it in fact. So Heaven and Hell's upper management have to rely upon what they know from Angels and Demons and other such things for the latest news.

Of course, "There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy" so Angels and Demons aren't the only things wandering around Earth. Earth has it's own host of creatures that don't necessarily belong to heaven or hell (although some of them can wander to one place or the other on their own, or to even stranger places) including, and not limited to, therianthropes of all sorts, vampires, monsters, ghosts, and more or less your standard Monster Squad crew.

And now, under the cut, the actual Story Seed.


Cute Ophelia Picture

I am a grumpy bear tonight. :|


Redesign the Marvel Universe, Wolverine Storytime Prep

 Wolverine is still my favorite comic book character.

Okay, actually, it's Sabretooth, but you get the point.

 On tonight's edition of Redesign the Marvel Universe, I'd like to take you back. Back to the start of the X-men. And oh god damn it, I forgot Japanese, but oh well. I'm sure I can go back and translate or bull my way through stuff later.

For those of you with short attention spans, the RtMU X-men are the result of reading far too much manga than I should, many of it involving super powered schoolchildren. But, long before the short sailor-skirt uniforms and wispy young men wearing ties while slinging energy beams at each other, there was the clan. Or group. Project? I'm not sure, but I'll find an appropriate title using Weapon for it in Japanese later.
A gathering of supernaturally powered beings that came together from all across the world, over a century ago. Their founding members were Wolverine, Sabretooth, Lady Deathstrike, Silver Fox, Fantomex, Kestrel, Kane, Mastodon, Maverick, and Deadpool.

But ignore half those guys for now because I'm still figuring out what we do with them, so, onwards we move to Wolverine, Silver Fox, and Sabretooth.

Wolverine is, of course, the one everybody wants to hear of. So guess what kids. It’s storytime.