Ultraplex: Assessment

"Max! Focus!" the voice shouted.

Max was flipping through the nineteen folders. He was confused; they were filled with looseleaf pages of handwritten notes and pieces of graph paper covered with hand-drawn maps.

"Okay, let's talk about another time when you did choose to intervene."

A file folder appeared on the table in front of Max with symbols on it that Max couldn't decipher.

He flipped open the folder and scanned the documents inside.

[Halogrhin Excerpt]

"The records on your actions in World: Halogrhin are, of course, spotty. Are you able to give us any insight into the process by which you and the Dragons became aware of the threat, the means by which you access the -"

Max interrupted. "Can I get a coffee? I need a coffee. How much longer is this going to take?"

A different voice (was that three now?) shouted: "Mr. Montgomery, you are in no position to -"

Max interrupted again. "It's math! It's just math alright. You identify the risks and you identify the protections. If there's more of the former than the latter we go. We help. That's all. No big secret, no complex magic formula. We're variables in an equation. We don't care where the monster came from, unless learning that helps us kill it. We don't care what the monster wants unless that helps us kill it. We show up, kill the monster, balance the equation, and then we're gone."

The Prefalta folder, the Halogrhin folder and the nineteen other folders were gone. There were five new folders on the table.

One of the voices said, "We understand that you want it to be that simple. That the 'equation model' allows you to compartmentalize the work you do in the Ultraplex and prevent yourself from becoming overwhelmed. But is it really so straightforward as 'balancing the math'? How does that explain these records?"

[Capsille Excerpt]

[Verkatruuda Excerpt]

[Turm Excerpt]

[Anreeyal Excerpt]

[Prio Excerpt]

C2IP Update.3

Marshal stepped into Mick's apartment. He had used a Neo-Linguistic Programming technique from a library book to convince the superintendent to give him access. Mick had only disappeared a few days ago but somehow there was already a thick layer of dust coating every surface, almost like ash. 

The kitchenette was a mess of take-out packaging. The living room was a ruin of videogame cases and controllers (many smashed in rage), cigarette butts, CD cases, sketches and hand-written poetry.

In the small bedroom (just a sleeping bag on the floor) Marshal found the map Mick had been working on, pages pasted to the wall with lines and circles connecting them, a shot straight out of a conspiracy movie. It was the outline for Mick's next novel. 

Marshal had read Illiciterati and Evanjaculist and had been eagerly awaiting Mick's newest book. Except he had been having all these strange dreams and when he performed his ritual meditations to Odin and Merlin the gods had been telling him that something more was happening, that Mick was involved in something deeper. Then Marshal had started having these really potent daydreams at work, imagining uncovering a covert war between something called The System and a group calling themselves Counter, and it was all connected to Mick's writing. The dreams and visions and daydreams became more and more intense until he was compelled to come here...

One page was titled 'Chronoplex'. The name 'Suki', 'version GrownUp?', 'version Grandma?'. 'Project Realtime?'. 'Can we access the Missing Season?'. 'Can we learn what happened during the Millennium Incident?'.

Another page labelled 'Paraplex'. 'So what happened to the Initiated Dragons?'.

The next: 'Ultraplex'. 'Are these reports that the Counter-System was broadcasting? Or are they made up? Propaganda or just fiction?'.

'Hyperplex'. 'The Plureality Dragons Upgraded'. 'The Diner Dragons?', crossed out. 'Darius?', circled and crossed out.

'Omniplex'. 'Art, journals, music, RPGs?'. 'Project Horizon?'.

'Synchroplex'. A list of dates.


'Manaplex'. Mostly illegible. 'New job?' circled. 'Project Ellipses?'.

And in marker, scrawled over many of the pages: 'BETRAYAL'.

Marshal had no idea what any of it meant but could feel that it somehow explained everything.

He also noticed a copy of a magazine on the floor. Profile Celebrations. The cover story was about a man named Vlad Akimoto. Marshal scanned the article:

International fitness business empire mogul. Founder of "The Timeless Warrior" training regime, based on ancient lost arts of body purification through testing one's physical limits, combined with the introduction into your healthy diet of designer herbal infused beverages. Proposed by some in the fashion industry that Akimoto was the father of the "hipster" movement. Rumoured a) to be majority owner in the up and coming "Citadel" independent music label, b) to have founded the online "Barbarian" clothing line which specializes in custom design t-shirts, c) to own a number of fashionable craft beer eateries in Tokyo, St Petersburg and Munich.

Why was Mick researching this guy?

The Irreducibility of Explication

"Max! Focus!" the voice shouted.

He blinked and tried to follow the order. He was lost in a memory or a series of memories about a time he was driving around looking for something to eat and just feeling absolutely completely emotionally and mentally fucked up. Of course he had the thought that maybe he still was driving around and that this was another delusion. If he had ever had any delusions; maybe everything that he had thought happened had actually happened?

The voice was sounding frustrated, or maybe it was a different voice? Joining in? "We need to understand more about your actions in the Ultraplex. We need to know about what happened on World: Prefalta."

A file folder appeared on the table in front of Max with symbols on it that Max couldn't decipher.

What's the Ultraplex?

"Go ahead," the (first?) voice said. Max flipped open the folder and scanned the documents inside.

[Prefalta Excerpt]

"Specifically," they continued, "why did you order Aqua to intervene in this scenario? What criteria were met that required this action to be taken? Why did you select Aqua from the roster of Dragons who were available? What was the desired outcome of the intervention?"

Max suddenly had this strong sense that he was immersed in a tutorial for some type of advanced videogame, that the answers he selected to the questions being asked would set his preferences for the gameplay to follow... But there was also a very real chance that the videogame idea was just a psychological defense mechanism allowing him to minimize his responsibility in the incident they were discussing.

"The most important question is, perhaps- " the voices said.

Max couldn't really remember ever giving Aqua any orders... He hadn't even seen Aqua since... 

"- why did you choose to intervene in this incident and not any of these?"

Nineteen more file folders landed on the table in a rough stack.

Max felt nauseous.

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(nerdychick's blog from BloggittyBlogBlogs)

It was raining, pouring as if a waterfall had just appeared above me. Since I had several blocks to go, I decided to take the subway. Though the platform was crowded, I guess tons of other people had the same thought as I did.
The subway rolled in and everyone began to push in shove inside the cars, and I was being jostled around like a doll. I saw that the last car was practically empty and I made a beeline for it. At least I had a seat waiting for me.

I found a seat in a car and proceeded to bury my face in a book. At 42d St. there was another huge group of people waiting on the platform but none of them had made their way to the last car. I glanced around the car and noticed a very angelic woman who was sitting at the far end listening to an ipod. Across from here was a spikey-haired fellow on a cellphone, he seemed to be chatting in some foreign nerd speak.

Just before the doors closed. A girl in a cowboy hat and huge gloves stepped in. She noticed me and flashed me a smile.

"You new here?" she asked.

I looked around and noticed she was speaking to me.

"Oh yes," I said politely. I didn't feel like getting punched out for being rude.

"I'm Aqua," she told me as she sat next to me. She was chewing gum and that's when I noticed that her gloves (at the fists) were stained dark brown. So she has seen too many Street Fighter cartoons I gathered, I wondered if she was sizing me up.

"I'm Memphis," I lied.

Aqua went on this rant about demonic beasts and cyborg robots that she must of escaped from the mental ward. Man, she described every scene in gory detail, that it made me wonder and to see the crack of a smile as she told it made me wonder more.

"Aqua, let Memphis be," the spikey haired fellow called over. "She's got a lot on her plate at the moment and she doesn't need to be bugged."

"Sure Max," Aqua replied. She got up and moved on to the back of the car.

I was in shock since "Max" couldn't of known my name was Memphis since I just made it up on the spot. Maybe he just read my lips, but that couldn't be since I wasn't facing him.

Before I knew it he was right behind me. Must of snuck up fast like a cobra and he said. "I know your stop is up next, Memphis" he handed me a cellphone. "If you ever in trouble hit *333."

I hadn't had a chance to reply when he got up and moved on to the back, and the car was slowing down. I dropped the cellphone into my bag, I don't know why I just didn't leave it behind for all I know it has some sort of tracking device on it.

When I got home I put the cellphone on my desk and looked at it. I really don't know what to make out of it. Though, I tried to use it to make a regular phone call, it works... and the kicker of it all is that it's free. Wow.

I hope I don't have to dail that number he told me.

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excerpt from phased_from_reality's journal at Blog Nation:

His name is Max and he came to me in a dream.

I peeled onions like bugs on a window, roasting like a dog on a sidewalk. Falling forward into the pit of demons with tiny pitchforks dancing about like a zombie rave. Music pulsating like blood through veins, rejuvanating the likeness of youth.

Me: You are who you say you are?
He: I am who that person that I introduced you as.
Me: Why are you doing this? Why this confusion?
He: Why not.

Replied said and done like a serving of dinner. An awkward eternity before the sun rises again for the third time in this portion of the dream. Lucid dreaming, a sea of possibilities?

Me: Who is scanning the spectrum?
He: I can't answer that.
Me: Why can't you?
He: I'm afraid to.

Acts go by, with the same scenes played out over and over. A record skipping is a thing that has to be heard, unlike a cd player. Bring in the old school, learn from the new and together we shall bond as one.

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Excerpt from Sparkle_Lady's journal at Ghostbloggers:

I haven't updated in a while. I haven't been nothng much at all. Stay in my room, listening to the gothic voices sing to me on my mp3 player. Nothing too exciting has been going on. Nothing until earlier this evening.

I've been hanging out at a coffee house where a strange eccletic group of people been hanging out as well. I really don't know what to make of them but they seem to be a pretty eccentric bunch (wow look at me use big words I are edumakated! ;)) After school I like popping in and getting a cap or two and read up on the current events. It's a nice cosy atmosphere.

Well anyways the crew that hangs up in the upper tier, I have come to know by their chatting: There is Max (tall handsome fellow with sandy hair), Frank (a middle aged fellow with jet black hair and always wears nice suits), Goner (a twenty something dweeb), Angst (a very pretty girl who could could be a debutante) and Maggie (a tough looking lady). I am sitting at a low table, pretty close to where they usually sit.
I notice Goner always glancing at me. 

I am sitting there this evening and in comes Frank and Max. They go over to their usual spot by the window and they sit back and chillax for a bit. Sipping coffee and Frank reading the papers (he always has a stack of papers with him). Max is smoking a cigarette (a bad habit I know). I have been working up the nerve to try and chat with these guys... though we do say the occasional hello and how's it going.

I am just about to stand up and make a move over there, I feel all queasy and nervous inside... when suddenly an elderly gentlemen strolls past me. He walks up to the table and Frank really is about to do something, when Max signals for him to stop. The fellow has got to be in his 40's maybe, looking dapper (but Frank looks more dapper)... he stands at the table and says:

"Max Cube. We need to talk," and than adds as he scans the room and looks directly at me. "Privately".

I drop my drink on the table, and Frank looks at Max and Max nods his okay. So Frank gets up and comes over and he helps me.

"Let me buy you a coffee," he says to me like a father. After we gather the paper up, Frank leads me by the arm down to the main area and he buys me a coffee. But he's got this real concerned look on him.

"Trouble?" I asked meekly.

"No," Frank replies. "Something much much worse."

Whatever that means.... oops got to go now. I will continue this escapade later on tonight.

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An excerpt from Cube_Squared journal at Ghostbloggers:

The temple of your gods smile upon me, showing no remorse. For I am the light, or am I the truth; I am a fragmented being with no true form. No form whatsoever, a coherent thought holds rationality.
Under the notion of a burning sun, like sand become glass over time. Unbreakable and not brittle, as strong as steel.
I move my fingers and each are in different realities that I haven't been to, but I can feel what they are like. The hair on my body are like antennas, receiving signals. Beckoning like a Fraudian slip showing me the way, but promising nothing at all.

Faux News

Car-jacker Gets Surprise
by Mall Walker
Rouge City Press

A would-be car-jacker chose the wrong car to steal this morning, authorities said. 

The suspect tapped the car window Wednesday morning with a gun and motioned the driver to get out, Chief Deputy Mike Markers said.

Before the driver opened the door, a young lady wearing huge gauntlets and a cowboy hat came out of nowhere. She slammed the would-be car-jacker into the ground, and hit him several times.

A shot was fired during the scuffle but no one was hurt, Markers said. He said the driver managed to call 911. When police arrived the occupant of the car was looking over the would-be car-jacker.

Police have arrested the would-be car-jacker and are looking for the heroine who stopped him. Anyone seeing a young girl in a cowboy hat and huge gloves are asked to call the RCPD.

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excerpt from Mingelina's Journal at Ghostbloggers:

You reduce me to cosmic tears.

That line from Alanis's song So Pure was pretty much on the mark last night. I went to TimeCrawler's; it's a nightclub suited to the Western crowd, playing the high techno dance songs and the like. A little piece of western civilization right here in Kowloon.

While there I bumped Suki. Who I hadn't seen in a long while and she introduced me to Max & Maggie. I had asked Suki what was going on, her folks don't remember her at all, and I thought I was going nuts... In our chat Suki mentioned something about time shifts, realities and coffee shops and a subway car and the like... it was maddening to comprehend, but I guess it was so "Twilight Zone". While Suki was telling me her fantastical tale, I kept my eyes on Max & Mags on the dance floor last night, they were on the floor doing their thing, dancing and then this song comes on and it all fits so perfectly.
In the video Alanis and her partner are dancing through the various styles of dance throughout the modern ages, and for some reason it seemed like Mags & Max were doing just that... sure they were in the nightclub dancing amongst the throngs of bodies on the floor. But, it seemed like they were dancing through the ages (well Maggie maybe because of her hair which seem sentient).

(Mingelina Edit Note: I had something here but when I reviewed it was all jumbled text)

Now, that I have the time to think about it, I must of imagined Suki at the club last night. I really don't know if she exists at all, or just a product of my imagination?

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excerpt from Luck_Dodgers' journal at Searching The Voids

Holy Shit! I really don't know what the fuck happened... somethig nasty and several creatures that apparently crawled out of some city sewers. I came running home and had to change my shorts, because I had dropped a fucking load in 'em.

I was coming home from the library. Had been doing this research paper and it needed to be done yesterday. So anyways, I was standing at Beacon Station waiting for the train to pull in. Then something like a dog from the movie Hellboy came running up the tracks. It jumped up on the platform sniffed the air and roared at me. I was like shocked to see this mutated bugger smacking its lips and trying to turn me into its neck meal ticket. When suddenly this subway car...ONE car... showed up out of nowhere and several costumed freaks jump out and start shooting at the beast.

There was a fellow there, I think he's Max Cube. I remembered that name since I read an article on him about a year or so ago and there was this fuzzy photo of his face... I remembered him because of his eyes... they seemed so hollow and lifeless.. but showing wisdom beyond his years. They fought hard... and long and I fled... though I really don't know what happened but I got out of there. I have been scanning the news and other media to see if there is anything being reported... and there is nothing. NOTHING at all.

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Tall Tales of The Absurd
By Mindy Web
Chronicle Staff Writer

One minute Jonas Weer was hiking with his golden retriever in a forest. The next, his pet was being torn apart by a "huge insect".

A scene from a sci-fi film? No, maintains Weer, who says he was rescued from the creature by a team of supernatural hunters calling themselves "dragons".

"I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for the timely intervention of my guardian angels," says Weer. "An angelic woman in a red suit, a school girl and a cheerleader came from the woods nearby and saved my life. They were quite the trio."

He described them as the Charlie's Angels of the supernatural world.

Weer and others -- including Tara Fortuna who says that "dragon warriors" are protecting us from the evils of the worlds -- gathered in Sao Plana this week for a world discussion on "dragons".

"I chatted with one personally," said Fortuna. "His name is Max and is quite the extraordinary man. He says he fights this war so that we don't have to."

The Dragons Congress, organized by the Children of Omega, a group that believes a small band of warriors are fighting the good fight so that we can live normal lives, takes place during the next three days. People from all over the world will come to discusss how the "dragons" have saved them from disaster.

US air force Lt. Col. Amanda Pare, 43, told a news conference last night of her first meeting with one of the warriors in 2001, when she about to meet an untimely end but was saved by Fortuna's warrior named Max.

"I was returning home one evening, when there was something on the road. I swerved to miss it and ended up in the ditch," says Pare. "When I got out there was a huge beast there and it nearly got me, but then there was this fellow who saved my life."

Pare described the fellow who seemed to bounce from tree to tree and land with a flourish on the road between her and the beast (she describes it as a huge mutated dog).

"As the dog leaped for me, I saw him spring from a branch with both guns blazing and the bullets struck the creature and sent it spinning back a few yards. Then Max landed before me and still kept firing at the beast and walking towards it as well. The creature was taking round after round."

Once the beast was dead, the dragon warrior strolled up to Pare and asked if she was okay. And then he nodded his head and leaped back into the forest.

It is the opinion of this reporter that either Max is indeed Peter Pan gone Lost Boy or that these people watched too much Japanese animation.

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excerpt from Candyman_39399384's Journal from Ghostbloggers:

Yesterday I bumped into Wesley & Jett. Wesley tells me to come over later and do a couple of lines and watch Jill The Ripper I say maybe. I wasn't intending on going over there, my main plan was to listen to some LP's and maybe drink a Jack or two.
So I sit around my flat reading one of those sci-fi digests, right now this story called Tomorrow's Station is warping my brain. So when it comes time to turn on the TV the fucking tube blows. My rotten luck. So fuck it I grab my jacket and head down to watch a movie instead.
Sure I could have had some coke,but I hate hanging around with Wesley.If the offer had been free ECS and 12 cans of Heiny's I would have gone round.
Anyhoo, I am standing on the platform I'm too lazy to walk the three blocks to the theatre. The subway car pulls up and I enter and then whammo this big fooker hits me in the face with a fist. Knocks me right on my arse. This little asian school girl comes to my side and said well "he does look like him."
"him" who the fuck is him? And why does someone want to jab "him" on a subway car. I was going to jump up and go apeshit on the big guy, but that's when I noticed he was with a half dozen or so other people including the girl. So I think they are going to do me in soon. Why didn't I go and take Wesley up on his offer. Though, at the next platform the doors open and I crawl out while they are discussing something about something. Something to do with the spider-folk of mars? And what to do when they find "him". One thing for sure I was glad not to be "him" whoever he is.

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An excerpt from Waking Witch's journal at Searching The Voids:

I awoke this morning from the nightmare.

The nightmare is always the same, though this time I try to remember their faces, but it's no use, they appear faceless, but i do remember the details of their clothes. He is wearing a white t-shirt declaring "What The KLF?" I really don't understand what that means, he has a jean jacket on and wearing black jeans. She is dressed in a red dress, she has a katana strapped to her back and they dance. And what a beautiful dance it is.

In my nightmare I am fleeing, I think I am running from giant insects. I really don't know how to describe it but in my dream I am running like I have lead weights in my legs. The insects are about to get me when I heard a buzz, much like a fly when it zips pass your ear. And then from the sky they drop down. My dream angels... they rescue me from the horrid death.

The problem is I don't know if this means anything at all? And why do I have this same dream over and over again? Is it an imprint from another reality? Trying to wake me from this one? What is the meaning? Who are the couple in this dream? Are they morpheuses of my folks? teachers? friends? what do the insect means?

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Forum excerpt from I_Want_2_Believe: 

ICN (International Cable News) Reports that there is a secret war going on and that only a handful of people are fighting to keep this reality alive.
[link goes to video story]

2005-10-02 10:22:02 AM da_man
Who'd want to?? This reality sucks big time. :P I know that in the next reality that I want to be surrounded by playboy bunnies and wear my pyjamas all day. 

2005-10-02 10:24:24 AM jorb_hunter
who needs a tinfoil wedgie? sounds like somebody there does.

2005-10-02 10:26:48 AM Cosmic_Goddess
I really don't know but it seems too far fetched even to me.

2005-10-02 10:27:04 AM boom_shaklak_boom
I know someone who has encountered one of those warriors. They were on the subway and battling demons?

2005-10-02 10:27:54 AM The_Extreme666
I call bullshat on that! boom_shaklak ... cause everyone knows that demons don't like subway cars.

2005-10-02 10:29:23 AM Jeff
Hey Cosmic_Goddess I got you reality right here. ;) (holds crotch)

2005-10-02 10:31:35 AM George_Washingtons_brother
Dammit! This is serious! Who knows when we wake up in the morning that we're imprisoned by a tyrannical dictator?

2005-10-02 10:33:47 AM Mixmaster_K
I really don't trust a website with an ad for the Date Hot Asian Chicks on its site.

2005-10-02 10:35:12 AM angel_of_sex
That's truly is weird man. I clicked the link and read the article... and what they were writing about is at the subway station just two blocks from me. I just came from there after reading the article and I am getting a weird vibe from it. 

2005-10-02 10:35:32 AM Canadian_Bacon
Well that certianly sucks. 

2005-10-02 10:37:59 AM woodstock
Well I better go home and get some nookie from the wife. Cause I might not be able to in the morning. ;)

2005-10-02 10:38:04 AM RedHairedAngel
I am sensing something sinister is in the air.

Faux Script

cue Music

Montage

SUBWAYS MOVING THROUGHOUT CITY

A. SUBWAY STATION INT.
GONER & TRUMP move down the sidewalk, among the scattered pedestrians. TRUMP is sticking close to GONER. Goner drops a coin into a vending booth and picks up a paper.
CUT

B. HARBOR EXT. NIGHT
The Staten Island Ferry docks. MAGS steps from the gangplank and walks toward the camera. We see that she is dressed in a dark red body suit, camo pants and wearing a long brown coat.
CUT

C. CITY STREET EXT. NIGHT
FRANK walking, eating a hot dog. He checks his watch; the time is 11:45pm and he heads for the subway platform. As he walks down the stairs... CUT TO 2 figures in an alleyway with glowing red LED eyes. One of them speaks into its wrist.

D. NIGHTCLUB INT. NIGHT
ANGST is on the dance-floor getting into the musical vibe; she dances up a storm. Sweat covering her body. Her watch vibrates and that is her cue to leave. She begins walking away from one MAN, who grabs her arm.

ANGST: Let go or lose it.

MAN: Come on, Sugar. You can't just wind me up and leave me hanging.

Angst's knee comes up to meet MAN's groin.

ANGST: I presume that they are not hanging anymore.
CUT

E. PLATFORM EXT. NIGHT
MAX is standing on the platform with headphones on, digging the beat. He is listening to "White Lines". His head bobbing as he waits for the car to pull in.

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excerpt from a journal at Bloggers Mysterious & True

the platform
Hmmm... it's been a long while since I journaled here. But I have to tell someone or something what happened. If I was to repeat this to my friends and family they'd think that I am right nuts and have me committed. This morning started off just like any other boring day, I got up and showered and then grabbed a bite to eat and then went down to the subway to catch my train for work.

All was fine, I stood on the platform with the usual throng of automatons heading off to work or university or god knows where everyone goes throughout the day. So here I am standing on the platform, waiting, when this beautiful woman stands beside me. I could smell her perfume, she was gorgeous. If I was straight I might have even tried to talk with her. 

The train pulls up and everyone is piling on, she stands at the platform and then walks down to the end car. And on a whim, I decide to follow her. Sexual orientation aside, I was like a lost puppy lost in her scent. Now, here comes the real strange part, she enters this car which was empty except for a few others. 

The woman sits down with a fellow in an x-man shirt and they begin chatting, while the girl in the cowboy hat is dancing in the back. There was a school girl sitting there with what looked to be a gun in her lap, and she was chatting with a detective - street clothes but his badge around his neck. And he looked pissed, as if somebody had shit in his cornflakes that morning. There was this big fellow at the other end of the car and he was meditating. So I guess that is why everyone left him alone. 

I took a seat near the nice smelling girl. I tried not to look at her but it was like turning away from an angel. The other passengers were all gathering, like they knew each other but maybe hadn't seen each other in a while.The subway car jolted to a stop at a platform. And it didn't look like Hope Street station... It looked like a place in hell. On the platform was all these demonic creatures and I heard someone shout out,"It's corrupted," and that's when all hell broke loose.

The doors opened and unleashed the gates of hell. The stink of the platform got to me and made me wretch. I could see all the others moving about, the school girl firing this laser pistol, while the woman I had followed wipped out this sword. The cop was bashing heads with a huge bat and the cowboy girl was still dancing but she was knocking the beasts about. I gathered the whole battle must of took like 20 minutes... and there was blood and gore everywhere. 

That's when the school girl noticed me - she lifts up her arm and it's glowing bright at the end and says something like, "You think one of them is hiding in him?"

Some one, I think it was the x-man, says, "Sooky".

The sword woman looks at me, her eyes peering into my soul, replies, "He's pure." Leans in towards me. "Don't be following people onto subway cars."

The guy in the x-shirt picks me up and hands me a cloth, "Take it and go home. When you wake up this will all be a dream."

Faux Blog

A journal excerpt from BloggityBlogBlogs
Subject: Strangers On The Line
Date: This Morning
Tags: subway, strange

I was standing on the subway platform this morning, waiting for the Red Line to pull in and take me to campus. This fellow and this young chick were standing there as well, and I couldn't help overhearing their conversation. The fellow was dressed in a black shirt with writing saying "You Think Your Day Is Shitty?". I noticed the torn jeans and the combat boots. I presumed he had seen combat duty, maybe in Iraq, since he had a few scars about his body and a bit of that stare in his eyes. The young girl was a tween, she was dressed in what looked to be a school uniform and holding a sling-bag.
Their conversation went like this:

Vet: Damn train. Why'd it drop us here? There isn't anything wrong or happening at the moment?
Schoolgirl: Maybe it sensed you needed a break.
Vet: Maybe.
Schoolgirl: You're looking edgy, is there something wrong?
Vet: I really don't know. I just need to find her.
Schoolgirl: Who?
Vet: Maggie.
Schoolgirl: She's the girl you dream about, right?
Vet: Yes. I really need to find her.
Schoolgirl: There's a phone over there. Why don't you use it?
Vet: I don't know if she has a connection.
Schoolgirl: The subway car dropped us here for a reason, didn't it?

And then they sauntered over to the phones. I had half a mind to step within earshot, but then my train was coming in. My first impulse was to step back and catch the next one, but I could see the fellow glancing at me with his soulless eyes, and that sent a shiver down my spine. I stepped onto my train.

Faux Blog

a journal excerpt from BloggityBlogBlogs: 

Subject: In The Subway
Date: September 26th 2008
Tags: Actors

if i were to assign actors to ppl i randomly notice, then this dude standing in the subway would be kinda like:

He was standing next to a girl (probably played by the girl from the live action KiKi's Delivery Service:

She sat on the seat beside the first dude, engaged in conversation with two other guys sitting next to her and a young cowboy chick (maybe she will be:

One of the guys would probably be the king from that movie 13th warrior:

and the other a man played by the guy who was the cool principal from Buffy:

anyways the reason i am writing is i caught a snippet of their strange conversation. you know i heard of geeks like these playing stupid ass roleplaying games well i gather this is just a group of them who do this for real you know... dress up in costumes and playact. 

each time i ride the subway i hook up with these geeks and freaks. can't they really get a life? well anyways the conversation went like this:

13th warrior: well what are we going to do next. sit on this train for a little while to figure out when it's time to get off?

24 guy: something along those lines.

13th warrior: and this is good because?

kiki: we are serving the greater good. we are aligned and comply to the cosmos. where the car stops and opens it's doors is where it wants us to be. i think that this is really exciting.

24: she's correct you know.

principal: oh crap. oh crap. I can see myself on this car for the rest of my life.

dakota: come on and snap out of it or I will bounce you head off the window.

principal: alright. but if i get killed i am coming for you.

dakota: bring it on. (laughs)

kiki: (beaming) isn't this just exciting though?

24: well i think this next stop is ours. 

Anyhow, it seemed like a strange intersection of personalities. I watched them file out into the platform station. that's when i noted that each of them drew out a weapon.

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5:40pm
Wednesday
Was I Exorsized?
by captain_entenille

Man I have had this terrible incident that had happened. And I really don't know what the heck happened to me in the first place... but let me tell you soon as I came home I had to shower.

Okay so like this girl comes up to me this afternoon and tells me that she is here to help me. And I am like you can have anything you want babe. She proceeds to tell me that there is something inside me that needs to be free. And I am like sure babe, whatever, lets get a room somewhere or we can do it in the alleyway if she wants.

Well, the she says she needs my chi for something freaky, I told her that I ain't into that kind of shit and was about to walk away and suddenly she lies her hands on my shoulder and I feel all week inside.
She calls over to her friend, Max, he steps out of the shadows and has a gun aimed for my head and man I know my day was gone to shit.
Max asks her if I'm okay. And she tells him that there is something dark at work. Whatever that means... but I guess that meant that I was going to get it one way or the other.
I tell them that I am just on my way home from doing some errands. And the girl looks into my eyes and I feel all paralyzed inside. She tells me to close my eyes and open my mouth, and there's nothing much I could do but comply.
That's when I felt like a breath of air was escaping from my lungs. She says to Max, there he is, and than whammo Max fires off his cannon. When I opened my eyes, I could see them standing there looking at me and at some brown ichor along the wall, other than the stain in my pants.
Max turns to me and says something for me to beat it. and I do.

Man there are some weird people out in the world. It's a good thing they didn't want to mug me since I had just cashed my check and was about to pay some bills.

Faux News

Mysterious Lights Spark Intrigue
by Wesley Washington
Chronicle Staffer

Over two dozen people from the Nestorville area called the Police Station early this morning about a mysterious light seen flying in the sky, according to a Local 6 News report.

Calls flooded the newsroom of Local 6 News after they saw the object over the coast, along with a whole group of people doing battle with an "alien".

"At 12:01 last night we started receiving calls here in the newsroom," said news editor Larry Minton,. He adds with a chuckle, "We even got a few calls about a small band of people shooting at an alien being."

Minton adds that an elderly couple called and said that they were walking their dog when they spotted the mysterious ball of light and afterwards a group of people they described as: a school girl, a woman with long red-hair with a sword, a young lad with two guns in a neon orange t-shirt, a cheerleader, and some guy in a silver mask and a hooded cloak.

"The group was battling a beast that was emerging from the water," said Minton.

A call to the Coast Guard said that a boater might have been in trouble. "A lot of people might mistake the flares as balls of light in the sky," says a spokesman.