Wednesday, April 16, 2262

The End of the World (And Others)

I've compiled all the invisible posts published 250 years from now. Besides making them visible and noting their dates I have left them unaltered. If any more appear I will take them down and add them to this compilation.

"The End of the World" 4/16/2262
The World ended on December 21st, 2012. But it was not by the hand of man that Earth was unmade, nor by the laws of nature. It was the Abomination; whom had taken the form of a man, who caused it. This fell power, this force from before our planet was formed, was known by many names. He is Der Ritter, Bogman, Slender Man, Níðhöggr... His name matters not... But it was him who burnt the world.

"That Which Remains" 7/26/2262
Dust and ash. That's all we have left. Our survival is nothing but a hollow victory, a hopeless succession of hours filled with misery unending. All around me are bleak, ashen faces. They groan in hunger, but the famine will not cease. They cry out in pain, but the torment will not stop. They weep from thirst, but the drought will not end.
And they curse me, for I am the one that failed.

"Hindsight" 8/5/2262
Yes, there were signs of what lay ahead, whispers of the coming doom. But did I listen to the warnings, did I heed the omens? No! If only I had been ignorant of my plight! If only someone else had been chosen... anyone but me! The weight of failure is too great, my soul tears at the burden. I cannot go on.
But like the rest, I am unable to die.

"Monotony" 9/2/2262
Every day is the same. I say  'every day' for there is no more night. Even the days are as the twilight of dusk and dawn. The world no longer moves. Most everybody has forgotten what wind was; or water for that matter. How we thirst! How precious even a cup of cold water seems in our eyes! But we cannot find water, or blood, or spit or any liquid at all. We are no more than empty husks standing beneath a sky of fire. Every day is the same. Every day they come and ask when the rain will come. Every day I tell them that tomorrow will be the same as today; Walking Beneath the Sky of fire, waiting for the storm that will never come.

"Watching" 9/30/2262
His eyes are everywhere, bloody orbs blooming from omnipresent branches that ensnare our burning world. We cannot hide from him, he is everywhere. Everyday the roots dig deeper, everyday the braches grow longer, every day the thorns turn sharper. We cannot hide from him, he is everywhere. The planet writhes under his grip, convulsing as our tormenter drains what little life remains from our once beautiful home. We cannot hide from him, he is everwhere. The brambles close in, choking us in their sharp embrace. We cannot hide from him, he is everywhere. The bleeding eyes whisper to us, mocking us for our powerlessness against him, sneering at our agony. But we cannot hide from him.
He is everywhere.

"Two Hundred Years" 12/19/2262
I can't be sure that you've received my words, if it comes to it, I'm not sure just how I'm giving them to you.
Its been two hundred and fifty years since the flames raked the sky. Two hundred and fifty years since the Abomination burned away our world. Now we have suffered enough, he is ready to move on. Now another world, another people will share our pain. He never tires, only hungers, and as I gaze into the nightmarish maw opening before me, I know it is at last the end.

"The Stellar Object" 4/16/2213
By the time we detected the stellar object as it streaked toward our world, it was too late to stop it. We fired numerous weapons at it in a vain attempt to alter its trajectory. Nothing worked. All we could do as the object drew closer was take shelter and wait. We gathered stores of food and water, reinforced the our dwellings, and spent the last hours in peace.
"Cataclysm" 4/29/2213
The star-born terror burnt through the heavens and struck Earth with an untold might. We all expected the world to shatter... but Earth held. But there was great devastation. The seas quaked, the skies burned for days, casting darkness over the land.
"Age of Anxiety" 4/29/2213
In time the roar of a wounded planet subsided. The air, though foul, was breathable. Light made its way through the dark veil over our world. Slowly, we ventured out from the shelters of our homes to see what remained of our world. What little comfort we gained by surviving was soon shattered, for when we looked outward, all we saw was devastation. Of the stellar object which struck our home, there was no sign.
"Invaders" 6/17/2213
The day came when the ground was torn asunder, and horrible swarms streaked forth, engulfing nearby creatures and multiplying at a terrible pace before retreating underground. Humanity put aside their petty disputes in the face of this new threat, and in time, we created machines to open tunnels into our enemy's nest.
"Dead Zone" 8/02/2213
Volunteer scouts went through the tunnels and found a twisted world, empty and cold... a Dead Zone. They discovered the true face of the enemy, a race we came to call "Pavor", Latin for 'Dread'. Our scouts could not survive long in the void, so cold was its air. Still, we vowed to return. We prepared for war.
"Our War Begins" 11/16/2213
We developed Bubbles that brought the heat of Earth to the Dead Zone. Using these Bubbles allowed our warriors to explore the enemy lands, to bring war to the Pavor. Sadly, the Bubbles were not enough. We needed stronger weapons, better armor. We withdrew from the Dead Zone while our greatest minds devised new engines of war.
"Core Energy" 2/08/2214
We were not prepared to fight a long war. The forces of the enemy outnumbered ours vastly. We sought a way to end the war quickly, without extended combat. We decided to build a device to increase the planetary energy from Earth's core. With this energy, the Dead Zone would burn from excess heat, while the surface would remain unscathed.