I can attest to this fact. On Tue, Jun 16, 2015 at 1:48 PM, christian okane <[email protected]> wrote:
> You'll always find someone at night on the MKGuild IRC channel! > > > > Chris > > > > > > > > *From:* [email protected] [mailto: > [email protected]] *On Behalf Of *Jack Moore > *Sent:* Monday, June 15, 2015 9:39 PM > *To:* [email protected] > *Subject:* [Mkguild] A Day In The Life I > > > > AN: I am horribly depressed but I'm trying to send this out. I'd love to > speak to anyone out there. > > > > A Day in the Life > > > > "I hate this place." The male said. I heard him and could see him from my > place in the crowd. > > > > A falconry glove? I frowned. Why would a lizard need that? > Scales on his face said he'd be a lizard and his common gold eyes proved > it. Mine were a vibrant blue. That's the advantage of being a Sailfin > Lizard; you have beautiful sapphire eyes. > > > > My name is Janelle. I am a corporal in the Metamor Keep Watch, > one with unique gifts and decent observation skills. And this was the first > time I saw James, when he was James. > > > > But that's not the story I want to tell. Instead let's talk > about the second time and the day it happened. This story is a single day > in my life, one I hope you will find entertaining my dear listener. > > > > I ask before we proceed to pass no judgement. Our lives in > Metamor Keep are hard enough even without the judgement of others. Just > remember, everyone I tell you about is real. Their lives, their hopes and > their fears are real, but I only get to see brief glimpses of it. > > > > We must remain unbiased when we approach an event. That is the > nature of justice and of the Watch. > > > > *** > > > > This place again. > > > > I stood up. It was dark. I could see. > > > > The edges of the walls glowed a dull white. There seemed to be > nothing above me, just an eternal void. Looking up at it, I felt my feet > begin to lift up. "No! No! NO! I'm not floating! I'm on the ground!" I > closed my eyes. "This is the ground and I am not floating." I opened my > eyes. > > > > Still on the ground. I let out a sigh of relief. "This is > where I'm in control. I have control here." > > > > "Do you?" A chill ran through me. I forced myself to walk down > the hall. The air stuck to my scales and pulled each one upward. It stuck > in my nose, my lungs burned when trying to breathe. > > > > "Is anyone here?" The words fell to the ground like stones in > water. The air thickened, but I pushed myself forward. The walls were > formless, endless. Where did the floor meet them? > > > > I could feel the floor under my feet but my tail wasn't > dragging on anything. My tail is the size of a log. Why isn't it dragging? > I looked up again. The eternity had grown a little closer > > > > The air needed to be forced apart now by my body. But I could > see something. A dull glow that was gaining brightness; a light in the > distance. Every time I had this dream the light appeared now. "I need to > get to that. Got to get there." > > > > My mind returned to my early days in the Watch when I was > still on my feet after twelve hours. Little water, lots of running and > burning muscles. But the end was in sight then. > > > > The only thing in sight for me was the light. It winked in and > out, the air wanted to choke it. My muscles screamed for me to start. I > never got to where I was by being sensible. > > > > "Stop Janelle." I froze. "You can't undo this if you make it." > > > > "What are you talking about?" > > > > "Turn around Janelle. Go home." The voice came from where I > stood. Not under me but almost echoing from the same space. > > > > "I have to move." I growled. "I've got to reach the light." > > > > "Do you know what you're doing? You have to stop." I started > walking again. Like I was up to my waste in water with rocks around my > ankles. I stopped again, coughing out thick air. > > > > "This isn't right. This isn't- > > > > "No it's not." The voice returned. "Go home." I looked around. > > > > "That's not it either. The problem is what is holding me?" It > yanked on my scales, each one individually. "It's the air...but not the > air? Something...it can't..." I could see it now. > > > > Hands, hands made out of air and darkness were gripping me. > Thousands of inhuman hands trying to hold me in place. I screamed; it > didn't pierce the wall. > > > > "You can't escape us all Janelle." > > > > "You couldn't save us." Another voice. > > > > "You can save yourself." > > > > "Let go of me!" I took off into a run. Now they pulled harder > on me but my blood rushed through me. I felt them pulling on my scales, my > fin, my nostrils and my jaw. I swung my arms in a futile attempt to pull > free. > > > > "Stop yourself Janelle!" The three became one, joined by > thousands of others in a damned chorus. "Turn around." > > > > "I can't!" The pain was overwhelming. I pushed foreword. "I > have to know what's in there. What is past the light." They gripped harder > but it didn't matter. I was going foreword. > > > > Left. Thud. Right. Thud. I couldn't breathe. Could barely see. > I kept going anyway though. > > > > "We will stop you." The dammed chorus shouted. "We will turn > you back." > > > > "No you...won't." I grit my teeth and pushed. "I have to save > them!" > > > > "Why Janelle?" I fell into a pant. "You couldn't save us. You > can't save everyone." They were right. I knew it of course. > > > > "But that doesn't mean I can't try." I said. "I can fix > everything. I can change this! I swear to Eli I can change this." Change > what? What am I doing here? > > > > The hands fell away. The voices went silent. And again I was > alone. I crossed my arms around me, trying to hold on to any heat I still > had. > > > > "I don't want to be here." I looked foreword. The light glared > at me, begging me to move. "I...have to do this." the light shone brighter. > "I have to." I took off running into it. > > > > "I have too." It consumed me. "I have to save- > > > > **** > > > > -I...I..." I pulled myself up onto my knees. "I'm...alive." I > lay on my bed, as I always do, on my side. It's the only way to sleep with > a massive sail fin tail. My only bed sheet was kicked off as always. > > > > The room was silent except for the sounds of gentle snoring. > My son Kaysar, never disturbed by the nightmares of his mother. > > > > "Same nightmare." I swallowed. "Why don't I remember?" I > whispered to myself, mindful of the other sleeper. "Why don't I remember?" > > > > The stone floor is always cold but when you are a reptile it > hits you like an arrow. I brushed it off. The tiny window (the only one in > my dwelling) showed the sun beginning to rise. > > > > Time to get ready. > > > > _______________________________________________ > MKGuild mailing list > [email protected] > http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/mkguild > >
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