THE TALE OF THE LEGION OF APOCALYPSE FOREST
Dec 6, 2015 7:28:31 GMT -5
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THE TALE OF THE LEGION OF APOCALYPSE FOREST
It happened.
Before us, last night, it happened. There it was, sprouting before us, like a vampir in the night, a gigantic flare of light appearing in the midst of the ancestral woodland surrounding the ancient classical village.
It happeneed in but a flash, changing everything for ever, and determining the fate of those who stood upon this earth in an undeniable manner.
I doubt whether there even is any point to telling this story, in retrospect after having just written that, but I'm going to do it anyway, even if this event will definitely become the natyure of storytelling become inherently worthless all the world over.
It all began when the suspicions about the book people began to spring uip near the village well. As I'm suyre you're aware of and will appreciate due to its integeral spirit, the village in which the forest finsd ists core is an ancestral and classical relic of ours and all times that have ever been known to the fragile bosom of man's knowledge upon this realm of the living, breathing, flesh and blood creatures that have been known to anything with a conscience that has everyt drawn a breath, fired a neuron or otherwise shown its extance in any perceptible or otherwise form.
It began, as I¿m sure you remember, with these book people who used to gather by the waterplace. They were not book people in any sense you¿'r definitely sheltered and unmi I mean mind that is alien to the true horrors of the realm of the living and beyond can possibly fathom given the present circumstances. They were known as the book people not because of their knowlesge, they r tendencies of experiencing this knowledge thorugh its absorption through their irises corneas and other instruments with swhich they could perceive the electromagnetic spectrum, but because they held the terrible, horrible, not very ghood secret of having implanted this knowledge within themselves through difretent means, namely literally, non-girugratlivel appropriating a book full of forbidden words and cyucllopeans chants into their evry physical and spiritucal not to mention mental being through a dark tirual forbidden every since the dark times when the portals of dimensions let a calamity through the black steppe that is not a mesa in any conceivable way and forced a brave, flowing green gero to battle the caped crimson monster through sheer ingenuity the likes of which has not been known among the ranks of men every since the times when odysseus hat to overcome the trials of the gods merely to return ot his homeland.
With this dark attrreibute, the book people would conducty further schemes with which to gain further power over further parts of the qwowrld, and further beyond. I suspected, as many did, that this would undoubtedly lead intro trouble for all who did not subscribe to this degenerate little practice, but like any other who shared my critical, reasonable, perfectly viable sense of intellect and mentality, I was too chickenshi I mean rteluctant to take any sort of action against them. I cuold only watch back and watch back as they continued their dark designs upon just about everyuthing that has everty beenm even slightly important to the soul of anything that possessed such a spoiritucal atrribute.
And so it was, quite inevitably, although undeoubdltly regrettably that it happened. Their demonic, secheming finally had the repercussion of opening up a portal to hell! In the middle of erverything that surrounded it, and which itserlf was further surrounded by further space and matter. The sconsequences of this terrible, horrible, not very good action was the spillage of dark darkness and destruction the likes of which has never been dreamed befvore on this mortal coil of ours which is shared by all beings of the opliving which have never had the chance to experience trhe sotre of trials which the dead and th spiritual are put through on the brink of the netherworld below as told us buy the ancient worrds, which proceeded to wreck just about evreyything.
I am telling you this now, this futile exercise as I have described it, in hopes that one day everything that I have said up nutil this pointis duscounted and there is any point to any kind of extistance in any place, an y time, wny where. And so it begins that me and my sister, armed with the knowledge that could only be bequethed upon us by the ancient, integral, classical ways of the forest of legions, set out among this wasteland with a scret desier upon ouyr hearts,m that is to say, the true calling of any who follow the classical ways of adventures: to defeat the cuircumstances of adverisyt and fight to sdsicover the truth and bring it upon any who might be responsible for having any hand in imporoving the human condition. Even though the culprits behind this can only be a certain group of people, as I have no doubt made exceedinly clear for those with the processing capacity of more than a piece of slime upon a glistening forest rock in the legion's month of hunting on a winter's day with snow upon all, there is no doubt in my mind that there is more to this sotry than can be revealed nby anything that hs been known to us or indeed the kind of person I have just described so far. Therefore, we muyst verntyure on, face all that could possibly stand before us, and fulfill. Our mision foir the good of goodness.
With this creed in mind, we set out among the barren craters of rock and magma-sorched eath that once easerved as the plains that surrounded the lush fortest of the legion and the cliasscal plains of yore and lore and konwleddge. It was not before loing that wee spotted some of the people who thorugh it quite srupidly and incosnseidearaly might I add to follow the sort of thorugh process that led to this catarstrophe happening in the first place!!!!!!! They were dressed in the same kind of black robes with blood red symbols upon their cloths which the book people, as I have no doubt made mention of, also approrpiated as their regular attire. Fearing what would come were my sister and I to encounter these degerenates hgead on, we pressed on and mourned of all the htings we saw destroyed by them wehenever we stumbled across the,m which was very sayd and insifhgtul withuih or own lives, and no doubt every one of yours as well, my fellow things.
Howver, our very own determination led us to continue inexorably, and we found some interesting things in an old photography shack in this remote classical forest village, wherein the corpses of many mice nad men lay. As I looked upon them, I thought what it would be like to dream, to shed this mortal coil and quit bearing the pains of the earthloy,m but then I recalled what klpet most if not all of us from doing so at any given time, nbanmely the feart and uncertainty which came whenver wer considered what would happen to ur immoprtal souls aftyer such a feat was performed. My sister, whose name was also Ophelia, came within my orisons, and remarked something similar to my perceptionm.
Having had these thoguhts, I recalled an old tale of which I had some fond thoughts back when tales such as the one I am tellin right now were still worth anything. It treated the story of a man finding himself alone in the world alongside a series of abominations which had once been his loyal frinds, family and neighbours. He dedicated himself to hunting them day and night, as they devoted their lives to tormwenting him otherswise and tries to hut him down to get him to ofrcibly join the ir rtaknes in the coriidoodes of darknesss. However, the man steeled himself, and took to perusing the ancient knowledge as a means of fidhinting this evil force. There was more, but my thourhgh process was interrupted as suddenly I realised that were I to remain in the sdame place as before, I would surely be assaulted by a legion of hordes of warriors from ths classicaly trained wood and advneture place who had deovted their own minds and bodies to the cause of chaos and destruction which lay whithn the core of the book people, even after their sudden demise which brought this woule calamity about.
Not knowing what else to do, I gripped my greatest weapon, my brain, with my skull an d set it to work, devising a plan as to how to deal with this situation. Within seconds I ersolfed that the wisest way of going about it would be to sequester myself and my sister in the small place we had just left, and hope to appear inconspicuous. It didn't work. The monsters which looked like men but could not possbly be anything of the stort b¿poiled up outside the door, knowing there wwas some fresh meat in there which might be worth something in this world of worthlessness, and began to howl darknesses back and forth, trying to entice me to do something terrible.
It was then that I had an epiphany. As I¿'m sure yo kno0w, just a few months back, the owner of the reaserach facility deep within the lgion's forest of classical konwledge and skills, who runs a particle physics laboratory, ahd been host to a terrible accident which involed the arrival of some horrible creatures with a vaguely human chaaracter to make the ir apparance within his abode, and lurk aorund the premises, albeit they could not easily find their way around the various objects and obstacles that lay within the laboratory. I do not know what happened afterwards, but the owner sent help, although we never received a large scaled response confirming that he was okay. Therefore, tehre was only one conclusion to be drawn from this: That the abominations outside had nothing to do with the book people at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They were their own thing, and had schemed to bring about the end of those who surrounded them not by the ways of the classical knowlesge, byt hy their own dark designs which they cpould no doubt at all merely hope to come up with in the perversions that lie outside our realms, and of which we dare not speak for fear of their fundamental difference to the way in which we know all.
The onslaught, however, was uninterrupted throughout this entire revelation brought abouyt by my exceptionally sharp and capable mind, and so I had to force myself to approach the situation in a diffrernt way. Knowing that these creatures could not possibly be human, I armed myself with a few sticks which resembled saw and scythe in equal measure, and opened the door to slowly begin to drive back the hordes of the horrors which liruked outsiede our field of vision, but of course that changed once our sacrted mission began its execution with great precision, as per our decision.
It was not veryt long, however, before I heard a cry that defintely denoted protest rather than prure reage or pain brought about by our deliverance. It was then that I realised tha creatures no doubt could speak and understand the language of the clasissical dwellers of the forest!!!!!!! The legion's tongue was swift among them, and so they protyested. Trhey revealed themeslves to have once been men,k just like us, like you and me, with feelings,m cpmnassion, benevolent ambition, and all that befalls the human condition, but had been irreversibly dchanged once they had reached the very place the book people's research had led them to. It was then that I realised my folly, for in leading that decivise, historical cahrve, I had made my own name in their legends, not as the hero I had so despertaly wished to be, Morton Koopa Jr., but as a monster to be told about only in bedtime stories meant to put little kids to bed. And there was no doubt that this would come about now that the sky roared in protest of naturtes' folly once again and legions of thes ecreatures began pouring forth from the woods.
I guess there was no point to this story after all. It shall be destroyed along with the reast of my soul, which I have partly crystallizsed in this tale. I shall now accept my fate and become one with the very things I have brough to loathe with my own ambition, as a monster ofg my own creation It is a horror come true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE END.
It happened.
Before us, last night, it happened. There it was, sprouting before us, like a vampir in the night, a gigantic flare of light appearing in the midst of the ancestral woodland surrounding the ancient classical village.
It happeneed in but a flash, changing everything for ever, and determining the fate of those who stood upon this earth in an undeniable manner.
I doubt whether there even is any point to telling this story, in retrospect after having just written that, but I'm going to do it anyway, even if this event will definitely become the natyure of storytelling become inherently worthless all the world over.
It all began when the suspicions about the book people began to spring uip near the village well. As I'm suyre you're aware of and will appreciate due to its integeral spirit, the village in which the forest finsd ists core is an ancestral and classical relic of ours and all times that have ever been known to the fragile bosom of man's knowledge upon this realm of the living, breathing, flesh and blood creatures that have been known to anything with a conscience that has everyt drawn a breath, fired a neuron or otherwise shown its extance in any perceptible or otherwise form.
It began, as I¿m sure you remember, with these book people who used to gather by the waterplace. They were not book people in any sense you¿'r definitely sheltered and unmi I mean mind that is alien to the true horrors of the realm of the living and beyond can possibly fathom given the present circumstances. They were known as the book people not because of their knowlesge, they r tendencies of experiencing this knowledge thorugh its absorption through their irises corneas and other instruments with swhich they could perceive the electromagnetic spectrum, but because they held the terrible, horrible, not very ghood secret of having implanted this knowledge within themselves through difretent means, namely literally, non-girugratlivel appropriating a book full of forbidden words and cyucllopeans chants into their evry physical and spiritucal not to mention mental being through a dark tirual forbidden every since the dark times when the portals of dimensions let a calamity through the black steppe that is not a mesa in any conceivable way and forced a brave, flowing green gero to battle the caped crimson monster through sheer ingenuity the likes of which has not been known among the ranks of men every since the times when odysseus hat to overcome the trials of the gods merely to return ot his homeland.
With this dark attrreibute, the book people would conducty further schemes with which to gain further power over further parts of the qwowrld, and further beyond. I suspected, as many did, that this would undoubtedly lead intro trouble for all who did not subscribe to this degenerate little practice, but like any other who shared my critical, reasonable, perfectly viable sense of intellect and mentality, I was too chickenshi I mean rteluctant to take any sort of action against them. I cuold only watch back and watch back as they continued their dark designs upon just about everyuthing that has everty beenm even slightly important to the soul of anything that possessed such a spoiritucal atrribute.
And so it was, quite inevitably, although undeoubdltly regrettably that it happened. Their demonic, secheming finally had the repercussion of opening up a portal to hell! In the middle of erverything that surrounded it, and which itserlf was further surrounded by further space and matter. The sconsequences of this terrible, horrible, not very good action was the spillage of dark darkness and destruction the likes of which has never been dreamed befvore on this mortal coil of ours which is shared by all beings of the opliving which have never had the chance to experience trhe sotre of trials which the dead and th spiritual are put through on the brink of the netherworld below as told us buy the ancient worrds, which proceeded to wreck just about evreyything.
I am telling you this now, this futile exercise as I have described it, in hopes that one day everything that I have said up nutil this pointis duscounted and there is any point to any kind of extistance in any place, an y time, wny where. And so it begins that me and my sister, armed with the knowledge that could only be bequethed upon us by the ancient, integral, classical ways of the forest of legions, set out among this wasteland with a scret desier upon ouyr hearts,m that is to say, the true calling of any who follow the classical ways of adventures: to defeat the cuircumstances of adverisyt and fight to sdsicover the truth and bring it upon any who might be responsible for having any hand in imporoving the human condition. Even though the culprits behind this can only be a certain group of people, as I have no doubt made exceedinly clear for those with the processing capacity of more than a piece of slime upon a glistening forest rock in the legion's month of hunting on a winter's day with snow upon all, there is no doubt in my mind that there is more to this sotry than can be revealed nby anything that hs been known to us or indeed the kind of person I have just described so far. Therefore, we muyst verntyure on, face all that could possibly stand before us, and fulfill. Our mision foir the good of goodness.
With this creed in mind, we set out among the barren craters of rock and magma-sorched eath that once easerved as the plains that surrounded the lush fortest of the legion and the cliasscal plains of yore and lore and konwleddge. It was not before loing that wee spotted some of the people who thorugh it quite srupidly and incosnseidearaly might I add to follow the sort of thorugh process that led to this catarstrophe happening in the first place!!!!!!! They were dressed in the same kind of black robes with blood red symbols upon their cloths which the book people, as I have no doubt made mention of, also approrpiated as their regular attire. Fearing what would come were my sister and I to encounter these degerenates hgead on, we pressed on and mourned of all the htings we saw destroyed by them wehenever we stumbled across the,m which was very sayd and insifhgtul withuih or own lives, and no doubt every one of yours as well, my fellow things.
Howver, our very own determination led us to continue inexorably, and we found some interesting things in an old photography shack in this remote classical forest village, wherein the corpses of many mice nad men lay. As I looked upon them, I thought what it would be like to dream, to shed this mortal coil and quit bearing the pains of the earthloy,m but then I recalled what klpet most if not all of us from doing so at any given time, nbanmely the feart and uncertainty which came whenver wer considered what would happen to ur immoprtal souls aftyer such a feat was performed. My sister, whose name was also Ophelia, came within my orisons, and remarked something similar to my perceptionm.
Having had these thoguhts, I recalled an old tale of which I had some fond thoughts back when tales such as the one I am tellin right now were still worth anything. It treated the story of a man finding himself alone in the world alongside a series of abominations which had once been his loyal frinds, family and neighbours. He dedicated himself to hunting them day and night, as they devoted their lives to tormwenting him otherswise and tries to hut him down to get him to ofrcibly join the ir rtaknes in the coriidoodes of darknesss. However, the man steeled himself, and took to perusing the ancient knowledge as a means of fidhinting this evil force. There was more, but my thourhgh process was interrupted as suddenly I realised that were I to remain in the sdame place as before, I would surely be assaulted by a legion of hordes of warriors from ths classicaly trained wood and advneture place who had deovted their own minds and bodies to the cause of chaos and destruction which lay whithn the core of the book people, even after their sudden demise which brought this woule calamity about.
Not knowing what else to do, I gripped my greatest weapon, my brain, with my skull an d set it to work, devising a plan as to how to deal with this situation. Within seconds I ersolfed that the wisest way of going about it would be to sequester myself and my sister in the small place we had just left, and hope to appear inconspicuous. It didn't work. The monsters which looked like men but could not possbly be anything of the stort b¿poiled up outside the door, knowing there wwas some fresh meat in there which might be worth something in this world of worthlessness, and began to howl darknesses back and forth, trying to entice me to do something terrible.
It was then that I had an epiphany. As I¿'m sure yo kno0w, just a few months back, the owner of the reaserach facility deep within the lgion's forest of classical konwledge and skills, who runs a particle physics laboratory, ahd been host to a terrible accident which involed the arrival of some horrible creatures with a vaguely human chaaracter to make the ir apparance within his abode, and lurk aorund the premises, albeit they could not easily find their way around the various objects and obstacles that lay within the laboratory. I do not know what happened afterwards, but the owner sent help, although we never received a large scaled response confirming that he was okay. Therefore, tehre was only one conclusion to be drawn from this: That the abominations outside had nothing to do with the book people at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They were their own thing, and had schemed to bring about the end of those who surrounded them not by the ways of the classical knowlesge, byt hy their own dark designs which they cpould no doubt at all merely hope to come up with in the perversions that lie outside our realms, and of which we dare not speak for fear of their fundamental difference to the way in which we know all.
The onslaught, however, was uninterrupted throughout this entire revelation brought abouyt by my exceptionally sharp and capable mind, and so I had to force myself to approach the situation in a diffrernt way. Knowing that these creatures could not possibly be human, I armed myself with a few sticks which resembled saw and scythe in equal measure, and opened the door to slowly begin to drive back the hordes of the horrors which liruked outsiede our field of vision, but of course that changed once our sacrted mission began its execution with great precision, as per our decision.
It was not veryt long, however, before I heard a cry that defintely denoted protest rather than prure reage or pain brought about by our deliverance. It was then that I realised tha creatures no doubt could speak and understand the language of the clasissical dwellers of the forest!!!!!!! The legion's tongue was swift among them, and so they protyested. Trhey revealed themeslves to have once been men,k just like us, like you and me, with feelings,m cpmnassion, benevolent ambition, and all that befalls the human condition, but had been irreversibly dchanged once they had reached the very place the book people's research had led them to. It was then that I realised my folly, for in leading that decivise, historical cahrve, I had made my own name in their legends, not as the hero I had so despertaly wished to be, Morton Koopa Jr., but as a monster to be told about only in bedtime stories meant to put little kids to bed. And there was no doubt that this would come about now that the sky roared in protest of naturtes' folly once again and legions of thes ecreatures began pouring forth from the woods.
I guess there was no point to this story after all. It shall be destroyed along with the reast of my soul, which I have partly crystallizsed in this tale. I shall now accept my fate and become one with the very things I have brough to loathe with my own ambition, as a monster ofg my own creation It is a horror come true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE END.