Post by Halcyon on Nov 27, 2006 6:29:09 GMT -8
((well its been a long time writing. Even longer to get down and actually write this but here it is. Will eventually post it on DN1 but i can't post on those boards at the mo. ))
*screen flickers and comes to life. On the screen there is a man sitting in the centre of the screen looking very uncomfortable. His background is a typical home in Zion.*
“Hi. So…… where to begin. I have decided to record a video diary after recent events have reminded me that no one is invulnerable within the Matrix. My name is Halcyon, your typical Zion operative. So since this my first log, might as well talk about my background.
“Well as a child I grew up in England. Nothing special about that. Until my parents were killed in a car accident. With me in it I might add. Only 12 at the time but there’s nothing like watching rescuers pull the mangled corpses of your parents out of a wreaked car. After that I went to live with my aunt in mega city in America. Didn’t do well at school after that. People felt so distant and I just didn’t want to know anyone. So I flunked out and never looked back.”
*Halcyon shifts in his seat. Starting to feel a bit more comfortable now he had started.*
“My aunt kicked me out when I was about 16. No job and high school drop out. She said ‘There’s no way I’m supporting a dead beat like you.’ Real nice huh? I was down but I wasn’t out. I broke into a vacant apartment over at Sobra Shores. Stayed there for a while until I found a job on the news stands. Then I called up the land lord and rented it legit. Which was convenient because all my stuff was already there.
“That job was boring as hell but it gave me time to think, and a chance to read magazines on the stands. It also fuelled my alcohol addiction. I guess that’s what led my mind to reject the matrix. Finding it hard to separate reality from drunken delusion while reading conspiracy theories all day. It dose lead you to question everything around you.
“Which leads me to the awakening. One day at work I was confronted by an angry customer. Apparently he didn’t like what he was reading in the papers and decided to take it out on the guy selling them.
“‘What the hell is wrong with this? There putting taxes up AGAIN!’
“’So what.’ I replied ‘Its not like it matters. Life is so pointless in this world that I gave up paying taxes a while ago.’
“The man just game me a stern look. ’Well that’s all good for you, but the rest of us in the real world it’s a big problem.’
“I just laughed. ‘What makes you think this is the real world.’
“The man just walked off, probably thinking that the whole conversation was a waste of his precious time. But it had seemed that little chat had attracted a new face. A tallish man, balding, wearing sunglasses and a trench coat.
“’Do you really believe this?’ the newcomer asked. I nodded and replyed. ‘Isn’t reality more than just what we can see with our eyes?’ The new man smiled. He picked up a newspaper and then left a five dollar note on the counter. Picking it up I turned to the till to ring up some change, when some writing on the note caught my attention.
“‘The matrix has you.’
*Hal looks up at the clock before continuing.*
“Think I will leave it there for now. Give my eager viewers something to expect in the next episode of my life. Not that anyone will ever see this. End Log.”
* The screen flickers and then goes blank. In the centre green writing appears reading ‘End of file’.*
((Please send all Complaints/Rants/General Naggings to the following address. The Mongolian Embassy, Embassy Row, Wasington D.C, MA. ))
((Edit: can post on DN1 now after a little complaining ;D ))
*screen flickers and comes to life. On the screen there is a man sitting in the centre of the screen looking very uncomfortable. His background is a typical home in Zion.*
“Hi. So…… where to begin. I have decided to record a video diary after recent events have reminded me that no one is invulnerable within the Matrix. My name is Halcyon, your typical Zion operative. So since this my first log, might as well talk about my background.
“Well as a child I grew up in England. Nothing special about that. Until my parents were killed in a car accident. With me in it I might add. Only 12 at the time but there’s nothing like watching rescuers pull the mangled corpses of your parents out of a wreaked car. After that I went to live with my aunt in mega city in America. Didn’t do well at school after that. People felt so distant and I just didn’t want to know anyone. So I flunked out and never looked back.”
*Halcyon shifts in his seat. Starting to feel a bit more comfortable now he had started.*
“My aunt kicked me out when I was about 16. No job and high school drop out. She said ‘There’s no way I’m supporting a dead beat like you.’ Real nice huh? I was down but I wasn’t out. I broke into a vacant apartment over at Sobra Shores. Stayed there for a while until I found a job on the news stands. Then I called up the land lord and rented it legit. Which was convenient because all my stuff was already there.
“That job was boring as hell but it gave me time to think, and a chance to read magazines on the stands. It also fuelled my alcohol addiction. I guess that’s what led my mind to reject the matrix. Finding it hard to separate reality from drunken delusion while reading conspiracy theories all day. It dose lead you to question everything around you.
“Which leads me to the awakening. One day at work I was confronted by an angry customer. Apparently he didn’t like what he was reading in the papers and decided to take it out on the guy selling them.
“‘What the hell is wrong with this? There putting taxes up AGAIN!’
“’So what.’ I replied ‘Its not like it matters. Life is so pointless in this world that I gave up paying taxes a while ago.’
“The man just game me a stern look. ’Well that’s all good for you, but the rest of us in the real world it’s a big problem.’
“I just laughed. ‘What makes you think this is the real world.’
“The man just walked off, probably thinking that the whole conversation was a waste of his precious time. But it had seemed that little chat had attracted a new face. A tallish man, balding, wearing sunglasses and a trench coat.
“’Do you really believe this?’ the newcomer asked. I nodded and replyed. ‘Isn’t reality more than just what we can see with our eyes?’ The new man smiled. He picked up a newspaper and then left a five dollar note on the counter. Picking it up I turned to the till to ring up some change, when some writing on the note caught my attention.
“‘The matrix has you.’
*Hal looks up at the clock before continuing.*
“Think I will leave it there for now. Give my eager viewers something to expect in the next episode of my life. Not that anyone will ever see this. End Log.”
* The screen flickers and then goes blank. In the centre green writing appears reading ‘End of file’.*
((Please send all Complaints/Rants/General Naggings to the following address. The Mongolian Embassy, Embassy Row, Wasington D.C, MA. ))
((Edit: can post on DN1 now after a little complaining ;D ))