On The MOON.
Log 1:
My prey bested me today. I tried to fight but somehow they out matched my superior physique, I saw through my blood filled eyes as they forced me to enter that ship which took me to the moon, they call it a "spaceship". This "spaceship" began to tremble like a bad earthquake, I saw as the fire engulfed the only round window there, as I was pushed to the ground like the gravity had increased by a ten-fold.The fire turned to look like the blue sky which became black and slowly I began to notice strange bright spots in the sky. I remember that sky from... from before.
What a strange place this is. I try to get out, I scream but i fear no one has heard me. I feel panic set in, I push it back trying to set my fragile neck in place. The ship turns, I see the down upon a bright blue marble.
"Is that... is that my home?" I thought to myself.
Thoughts come rushing to my head, I had seen this marble before, Earth, that is the name, the blue marble is called Earth. These strange thoughts of a life long lost. I felt the rage, the hunger that gripped my thoughts loosen as my thoughts began to make sense, my mind felt relieved yet petrified of this new dimension of thoughts that came to my mind. Thoughts, I could think, pictures came to my mind, sounds and voices which I understood. What was happening to me? It was as though my eyes were seeing everything for the first time, the red black rage that i saw was disappearing. And the thought of what I had become, what I had done filled my mind.
Everything went quiet. I knew who I was and what I was and what was happening to me. I had been exiled from my planet, from Earth. And I want it to happen. The people down there are safe now. Safe from me.
I look around the shuttle, I look for something to write my thoughts down on, to prove to myself that I was finally sane. I found an empty book with a pen, an empty book which seems was placed for me all along, like someone knew this would happen and what I would do. I ignore the thought and start to write.
This is Nik1989, I fear that I am a zombie and I am writing these first thoughts to record all that is happening to me. I am finally in control, I am finally exiled.
Log 1:
My prey bested me today. I tried to fight but somehow they out matched my superior physique, I saw through my blood filled eyes as they forced me to enter that ship which took me to the moon, they call it a "spaceship". This "spaceship" began to tremble like a bad earthquake, I saw as the fire engulfed the only round window there, as I was pushed to the ground like the gravity had increased by a ten-fold.The fire turned to look like the blue sky which became black and slowly I began to notice strange bright spots in the sky. I remember that sky from... from before.
What a strange place this is. I try to get out, I scream but i fear no one has heard me. I feel panic set in, I push it back trying to set my fragile neck in place. The ship turns, I see the down upon a bright blue marble.
"Is that... is that my home?" I thought to myself.
Thoughts come rushing to my head, I had seen this marble before, Earth, that is the name, the blue marble is called Earth. These strange thoughts of a life long lost. I felt the rage, the hunger that gripped my thoughts loosen as my thoughts began to make sense, my mind felt relieved yet petrified of this new dimension of thoughts that came to my mind. Thoughts, I could think, pictures came to my mind, sounds and voices which I understood. What was happening to me? It was as though my eyes were seeing everything for the first time, the red black rage that i saw was disappearing. And the thought of what I had become, what I had done filled my mind.
Everything went quiet. I knew who I was and what I was and what was happening to me. I had been exiled from my planet, from Earth. And I want it to happen. The people down there are safe now. Safe from me.
I look around the shuttle, I look for something to write my thoughts down on, to prove to myself that I was finally sane. I found an empty book with a pen, an empty book which seems was placed for me all along, like someone knew this would happen and what I would do. I ignore the thought and start to write.
This is Nik1989, I fear that I am a zombie and I am writing these first thoughts to record all that is happening to me. I am finally in control, I am finally exiled.
End log.
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