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Tuesday, December 21, 2010

When an unstoppable force meets an immovable object

Batman is like, totally the most awesome fictional character ever conceived…plus he has some of the best villains in comicdom to deal with. However for a moment, imagine a far more terrible and hideous version of batman.

Sort of like this...

vampire + batman = total epic awesomeness! Although this is like a more awesome version of batman, there could be something far more terrible out there….something that would send a chill down your spine and make
you scream like a pansy lil girl.

Like in real life (coz real life is stranger than fiction)

So what could possibly be worse, eh?

Imagine peering down from the brink of an abyss.Under the faint glimmer of the gibbous moon, you gaze upon a diseased world. A world that is torn with strife and suffering wherein there are those that are eternally damned lie and their deafening cries of help are all but unheeded to.

A world where the joker was not only batman’s arch nemesis but also his mother!

(It's okay to scream now)

Such a creature cannot possibly be bargained with, cannot be reasoned with and most importantly cannot be dealt with in any possible fashion…..Yea my mom is a raving lunatic and a potential sociopath.

My poor dog was so petrified of this really queer woman that she just ran away, never to be seen again….I am glad that she did though and it’s a small mercy, really.Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned even if it's by a lil puppy.

She’s like a total wacko and loves calling up my friends, girlfriends , my boss and thinks it’s extremely hilarious or something… You cannot even ask her to fucking stop being so annoying, coz she would either happen to lock herself in her room or refuse to part with my laundry.

I really fail to understand this bizarre woman coz she has this really loud obnoxious voice and she actually believes that she’s a great singer. Should you happen to piss her off in any possible manner,then she would mumble all day long and it’s really impossible to not hear her loud and horrible voice even if you were to lock yourself in the confines of your little room. Living with her is worse than being in a bloody nazi concentration camp coz even if you were to say ignore her, then she would find a way to screw your sense of optimism by banging or kicking your door…..Much akin to that of a relentless, bloodthirsty predator .

As you can well fathom my childhood was spent in a state of continual trauma...It’s just a few months now but it seems to be an eternity and I must get away, now!

Please do forgive me that I brought you into of all of this, but there is nothing you can do about it now. All I needed was for someone to accompany me in my perennial solitude and the
screaming insanity
that has become my very existence....

Sunday, December 12, 2010


This was my first attempt at writing fiction (Have written a few more since then as my writing has improved considerably but this I believe is always going to be something special)

As I gaze out of my bedroom window, at this rather peculiar unearthly hour, a million thoughts, (like a tempest), penetrate my consciousness. Perhaps our primitive minds understand too little, and there are secrets that mankind must never behold, or we is dark outside. There is a blackout and the room is enveloped in a sinister Cimmerian shade. Yet, the world is not asleep as I can see distant silhouettes that move in the faint glimmer of the gibbous moon. Civilization, it seems, ceases to exist for a moment, and there are no rules that hold us anymore! We are free, like the spectres in the everlasting and ethereal night, to explore all the astral mysteries that behold us in space and beyond. Perhaps our primitive minds understand too little, and there are secrets that mankind must never behold, or we will lose all semblance of sanity. For the sake of being sanguine, I will not pursue this stream of thought any further, for all my dreams are nightmares, and that is something I do not wish to reveal. These I will concede to no one.

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Epilogue(The end)

There was a vague feeling of dread as I looked at the distant figure in the darkness. Something about the way it moved seemed to be queer and almost unnatural. The cold and damp midnight air had heightened my senses so much so that I felt a forlorn sense of impending doom.It was a blood moon and the moonlight shone like scarlet.

The Beginning/Prologue

It had all begun with the discovery of the primordial fossilized specimen in the Antarctic continent. The fossil, despite being perhaps millions of years old, was well preserved in the cold of the Antarctic iceberg. It was a fossil of a hitherto unknown species of a race of peculiar reptelloid beings that had existed eons ago when the earth was still young. The discovery had excited Dr. Henri Schmidt and he considered it as the perfect catalyst for our experiment.

The ancient colonial building, where we housed our research, was filled with an eerie glow in the incandescent flicker of the twilight. The somewhat dilapidated structure was a state run research facility, and a front for the most clandestine form of research. The inhuman screams and nocturnal ululations that echoed in the night kept the general populace away as they believed it to be haunted.

Our endeavor, and unholy quest, was known only to an esoteric few high ranking state officials. The experiment had reached its final stage and would have very serious implications if it were successful. It had the potential to turn the tide of war in Germany’s favor again which was precisely what the Fuhrer desired. Our somewhat macabre enterprise would perhaps take us into realms of understanding the human anatomy that had scarcely been explored before. We, as a research team, had uncovered secrets that we termed as genetic research, which any other relevant department concerned with mere eugenics and experimental research had failed to accomplish in the past.

Our objective was to create the ultimate form of super soldier that would stand as a testament to Germany’s greatness and superiority which would cause the rest of the world to bow down in subservience. I could scarcely contain my excitement after our breakthrough last night. We were manipulating nature at its core and the results could prove to be nothing short of disastrous.

The inchoate mass appeared to be stable although its grotesqueness clearly insinuated the abhorrent nature of it origins. There was a curious gleam in Dr Henri Schmidt eyes as he considered the ramifications of the cells fusing together and a new being coming into existence. I shared his excitement, but Dr eminent colleague-head researcher-and one of the founding members of the Thule society, had an uncanny hint of madness in his faded blue eyes. His mawkish appearance was betrayed by the fervor in his voice as he stated “This is most exciting. The Reich will be pleased with the results."

Chapter 1 :The Remnant

There were bodies strewn everywhere. The corpses appeared to be unnaturally twisted, and the most frightening aspect was the peculiar and inexplicably contorted grimace on their usually quaint faces. My memory was a nebulous haze, and I could scarcely recall the horror that had led to the catastrophe in the lab. It was most unsettling. The lab resembled a black citadel of the dead and there were no visible signs of life anywhere. I wondered about the nature of the thing that could strike such deep fear among these intrepid men of science.

It was like being trapped in some otherworldly hellish quagmire for all the people I had known, and worked with, were dead...murdered in the most gruesome fashion by some nightmarish abomination let loose. Their eyes had an expression of stark naked fear and their jaws lay open in a most unusual manner as if they were trying to mouth a voiceless scream….. It is a wonder that I was not driven insane by these events, and had something to do with perhaps my morbid fascination to discover the hideous nature of the thing.

Much I pondered as to the nature of the peril we had unleashed in our zeal and frenzy to uncover the forbidden vistas of the unknown ….. Somehow I laboriously made my way out of what was now an ossuary and clambered on prodigiously on to the multitudinous stone steps in the never- ending darkness of the night to find my way out of the dank cellar where we ran our horrendous experiments. Due to my emaciated state I had frequent blackouts whence I could not recall certain events and I cannot piece them together even now. It was perhaps only my paranoid mind playing tricks on me in my state of decadence but I had a strange and poignant sensation of being watched….why was I the only one who survived the massacre? Did this being perhaps have some semblance of rational thought and was I chosen specifically for some sinister purpose?

Eventually I made my escape and I could see that an uneasy calm had permeated through the quaint township; Remarkable for a place so used to the drums of war, the silence was unnerving but welcome. I soon became cognizant that all of Germany was now vacant and some manner of fantastic plague had ravaged it far more than any war ever could. An old hatred gnawed through my veins, and almost suddenly I could feel a smile creep up on my visage… For I realized now that the very last shroud of humanity that I despised so much was being torn asunder….

  Chapter 2:The Awakening

 Throughout the countless millennia it has always been the same, the aspect of war that never changes.I.It's all so familiar; the tempestous ocean , the creaking ship, the howling wind and the sound of steel being buried in flesh and the sweet smell of death amidst the glowing embers of war

 How I wish that I was far more than a mere man, that I was born a storm or gale or perhaps a miracle that left a trail of destruction in its wake. If I cannot be that miracle than I shall be the instrument that leads to that miracle.

(To be continued...I still need to work on this a little and alter the flow as well.)

Also posted by me on ATS (using the alias: Leonardo01)

Monday, November 15, 2010

Batsh*T Insane

“Look at you, hacker. A pathetic creature of meat and bone. Panting and sweating as you run through my corridors. How can you challenge a perfect immortal machine?" - Shodan (System Shock 2)

So says Shodan , in a chillingly seductive voice that sends shivers up the player’s spine as your fingers quiver and you amble feverishly through the nightmare filled corridors of dread, only to realize the absolute futility of your quest.This is only the beginning of your descent into the stark depths of screaming insanity...and love.

Pictured below:Love

Some more love


Now...gaze into the face of madness:

For a ruthless A..I who fancies herself to be a goddess, Shodan, is perhaps the most memorable and best conceived of fictional antagonists. System Shock 2 only serves to accentuate the legendary status of looking glass studios .LSG was the auteur of such fantastically atmospheric works such as thief 1 & 2,Terra Nova and Ultima Underworld.

Ah, if only Shodan wasn’t such a bitch.

Consisting of a creepy ambivalent atmosphere,dimly lit corridors, believable A.I, as well as fantastic design that oozed style, system shock 2 was a game that had it all. Such was the trenchant pathos of realizing humanity’s fate, that this game left a lasting impression upon all those who played it .Not only was it unique but it was way ahead of its time and even by today's standards it's extremely playable. Strongly recommended for those who love video games(After all bitches make for awesome video game characters).

While you stay distracted, I must get back to kidnapping Megan Fox in a cleaning van,whilst dressed in a nurse's outfit.

F&%*K Y*&( Brian Austin Greene!

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Bigotry and Prejudice

Since the inception of civilization, there have been certain allusions that the human race willingly ascribes to with a fanatical fervor. Such is the nature of the bigot’s devotion to its ideals that no rhyme and reason would appeal to it. Strange indeed is a creature that is the bigot, for it has remained unchanged despite eons of evolution.

For although evolution may have succeeded in changing the genetic makeup of the human race but has evidently failed to extricate certain ideals and notions that are deeply embedded in its psyche. Thus bias and prejudice are perennial companions of the human persona and individuals are afflicted in varying degrees.

Throughout early and modern history events can be cited wherein this affliction has been widespread. It is nothing but prejudice that has fanned the charnel flames of war and piqued the blood-lust of the angry mob. Foul is the nature of this pestilence and too hideous have been its consequences!

History is a poignant reminder of the savagery that we are entirely capable of. It is remarkable as to why we are still ignorant of this growing scourge. Perhaps it is merely a reflection of the true nature of human kind.

It confounds me a great deal to see such belligerent jingoism on the part of my countrymen, when it comes to racial attacks on Indians abroad. However a hushed silence permeates the country whilst contemporary India blatantly approves of an atrocious caste based census. (The caste system is an institutionalized form of discrimination which India so willingly espouses- horrendous!)

I understand that it may well be pretentious of me to judge an all too partisan world based on sanctimonious virtues alone or the misplaced ideals of justice. Often one is judged merely for one's outer appearance and it is the look of absolutely incriminating disgust in people’s eyes that has made me shun the world today. It is exceedingly difficult to convince people of your attributes whence you are looked upon as a sort of abomination …. Nevertheless it’s far too early too give up and I shall thrust myself into whatever little life has to offer and find a way to break my curse.