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[[!meta title="stuff on my notepad"]]

Random crap I write goes here. The name of each story is chosen at random. None
of these have anything to do with any existing work.

[[!inline pages="notepad/*"]]

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I jump into where the elevator should be. Nothing but tether now. I drop down a
bit as my eyes adjust, and notice I am cornered not only above in the third
floor but in this shaft, too.

"Let's see, one, two…" I count the demons. "And then one, two, three groups of
them. Oh *fuck*, that's 9."

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White clouds cover our sins just as we do often–

I might say that the clouds don't have to try nearly as hard.

Maybe one day we will be just as good as them,

and end up seeming just as pure.

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Dreamers dream in a small night, periling over themselves

peril never ends, unlike them does not sleep

they could try harder

they couldn't try harder, but so is thought

afraid because they won't be who they want to be

won't be the image everyone made for them

they can't live up to it,

though they feel desires, suppress it

though they feel pride, don't possess it

they forget

and so it continues

dreamers dream of no one's self

only to find them not themself

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Find it and don't fix it, and don't think of how

you find it, you feel it, it comes back around

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[[!meta title="naruto was better than I expected"]]

夢の中で三の井戸見られた。あの井戸に行きながら起きてしまったが、「命」なんてものを感じた・・・・

夢だったって思ったのだが。その井戸が命。その井戸が審理というもの、その見られた夢は現実であったもの。

命の井戸で一次の真力を思い出した。「変われ」という力。そういうものがある・・・・・

考え中で、ただ起きた。

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[[!meta title="Orion-1"]]

Year unknown. The Earth is at constant war. There is no longer peace, and
technology has forced the masses to submit.

An unknown force launches a gigantic spacecraft that engulfs the world in
flame. Very few survived this attack, and only ten thousand humans remain on
the planet.

20 years pass. Society has yet to fully rebuild. For years, they observe Mars,
now mysteriously shrouded in metal.

Year unknown. The biological mutants of the last era are found roaming the
Earth. *Hunter Team* are formed by a powerful family to exterminate the last of
them.

After a night observing the metal planet, the head of Hunter Team, Graś,
recalls a legend; the legend of ORION-1 — a cybernetic beast created to rend
the world of sin not once – but twice. Yet while a hundred years ago this may
have seemed just a folk tale, now he knows it to be real. Recalling odd
details put out online such as the estimated weight of such a creature, it
seems simply too accurate to the situation to not be true.

Year unknown. Hunter Team is mobilized to stop the legendary beast after
gargantuan ion storms rain down from Mars, obliterating cities and killing
hundreds – forcing humanity to once again retreat to the underground.

The first flame killed over 8 billion, enough to nearly wipe the earth clean.
Now Orion is trying to finish the job.

"I had an 80-round around here somewhere. Last I recall it was just sitting
in this chair, but father must have hidden it just before the first
attack." The young man sifts through various containers, looking for his
gun.

Meanwhile, his fellow hunter cracks open the floorboard, and she gleams –
"Ooh, looks like there's a bunch of stuff down here."

The boy springs to action and begins sifting through the dozens of various
broken lever-action rifles and beach towels for some reason contained within
the floor, and finds an 80-round drum magazine in the rubbish. "Here's the
spare mag I had when I went hunting. Now where's..." He wonders, while the
girl holds something infront of his face. "This it?" She questions,
holding a strange – and, in the pile of rifles – out of place sub-machine
gun.

"Yes! That's it. Thank you," he says, grabbing the gun rather hastily
from her hands. With an ugly drum round and simple, un-ergonomic front grip,
the gun is not the prettiest.

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[[!meta title="Paul"]]

The day was pretty long, but eventually we got onto the ship. The anti-gravity
chambers were always a bit odd to get used to, but it certainly wasn't the
worst part of my day. As we finally lifted off the ground sitting in the lunch
room, our instructor briefed us on the situation.

"Cadets. This discovery is perhaps mankind's strangest. We'll be touching down
in about 15 minutes, so eat quickly. It's a system not far from our own which
for decades we have somehow overlooked. In essence, it is a direct copy of our
planetary system. It appears that some few centuries ago, a giant part of the
population of the planet was replaced. Only approximately one tenth of the
planet is even inhabited by life. Much of that is not carbon based lifeforms,
but silicon based ones. It seems that artificial life forms have somehow
replaced most of the natural inhabitants of the planet, and buried them under
ground. They do not take well to us, either."

The instructor's words were bewildering, to say the least. Without any time to
dwell on the matter, the automated announcement system beeped and said, "Please
brace for impact. This ship is landing at CX-43-01-06."

After the turbulence stopped and we deshipped, we were met with the strangest
sight we'd ever seen. Earth, as we knew it centuries ago in the early 2000s,
but with no sign of life anywhere. Giant buildings still stood decrepit and
filled with green, fields for miles where perhaps there were roads and
highways. And to complete the sight, there were robotic life forms of dozens of
kinds, roaming the wild, flying high above, crawling the ground. One which
stood out to me was a towering black robot with two legs and no arms. Its body
was sort of cylindrical, horizontally. It reminded me of an ape, although
veritably huge and with no arms. Actually, I guess the analogy falls apart the
more you think about it.

Among the fields were various researchers who had set up camps, monitoring
these life forms and surveying the landscape. We were directed to one
particular research team, named "Paul."

We were designated to search a particular building, the teams all were
organized to search in a pattern across the landing city. Ours was a
restaraunt. The moment I walked in with the others I could tell it was going to
be a problem; the geometry of the room was particular and clearly altered to
suit some inhabitant which had been living in it for a while. I stopped the
team as we entered, pointing to the various traps laid about. Some of them
didn't believe me, but with enough coaxing I was permitted to search alone.

One of – no, perhaps the sole inhabitant – was running wildly about. It was an
oddly shaped, sort-of flat being. Grey, sort of beige likely due to dirt. It
flung itself through the room, avoiding every trap it had laid, almost mocking
me. I was myself a thin and acrobatic person, so I chased it, like a game we
were both having fun playing. Despite the clearly deadly traps, I had a lot of
fun running after this thing, and eventually I caught it. The robotic being was
not hostile by nature, and from that I had guessed that perhaps none of them
were.

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[[!meta title="The Cake of Reason"]]

It was midnight, and the being that had erupted from the southern volcano was
rampaging still, throwing away the lives of millions.

Millions lost to our lack of foresight. But we cannot do anything now. The
beast never sleeps. It only grows.

I saw a child, with her mother; the child looked up to me and said, "Is my
daddy doing good in the war?" So I thought, this young lady knew too well of
the sitaution. But still I replied to her, "Yes, I saw him just a few minutes
ago preparing to depart."

Her mother cried, but she stood silent.

So I said to him, my partner, "David, is this not too far gone? Is it even
possible to save merely one life at this point?"

"I can't leave this place knowing we didn't try. We must keep fighting."

"David, surely you jest—"

"Can you still walk, fire a weapon? Invoke methods?"

"Yes," I answered reluctantly.

"We will go, and we will win. If we don't…"

"I understand."

[insert things about fighting, then finally crashing back into The Place]

"It always comes back to this place."

"Doesn't it?"

"We need to use it, David."

"I have, through seeing all possibilities, failed to find any other
solution."

"This sucks."

I got up out of the rubble, wiped the dust off my coat, and walked toward the
kitchen. The cabinets were still pristine, unlike the rest of the house, now
destroyed by us crashing directly into it.

The third cabinet from the right side of the room, on the bottom shelf, lay a
small cake, not but the size of a miniature candle, round in shape and with
four candles smaller than a nail burning strong. The cake made of chocolate,
and the icing on the outside like a shell, vanilla.

"Are you ready? Look into my eyes." I said, taking the cake and shoving it into
my mouth, whole.

I chewed the cake, which must not have taken even five seconds, and swallowed
it.

"O divine cake of reason, forgive us but one treason; destroy this world, in
place another, the time to go, for last summer."

"The final sin laid out tonight, remove of us the fatal plight;"

"Conteret omnia haec, respice in hac mundi."

As the roof went crashing down, everything became a blur.

The ritual was complete.

\[insert sections]

- reuniting
- planning
- moving
- insertion
- destruction
- forgiveness
- procedure
- finish

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[[!meta title="There"]]

"There there there there there there there," there it appeared, seven times,
the word "there." It wasn't pointing to anything, there was clearly nothing in
the room worth nothing besides this wall mysteriously written upon. Like a
logical person, I used this opportunity to introduce said wall to the power of
40 millimeter explosives – though to my surprise, the wall was actually a
façade.

"Oi, konnanoka?" I shouted, wondering what language this story was being
written in. It was probably whatever the writer's stream of consciousness
pushed out, but I wasn't convinced that using foreign languages in dialogue was
a good idea. Digressions aside, Jane quickly responded through proper
communications (and language,) "Yes, that's the entrance. How did you find it?"

"There were a bunch of 'there's," I answered. She looked at me a bit funny and
scratched her eye, before walking into the blaringly red cave entrance, without
saying a word.

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[[!meta title="where's the rest"]]

Time is not flowing, but thrashing; our waking minds do not notice the
inconsistency as they have always lived within it

However, the unconscious mind can see far more than the awake...

And thus begins our story: Hacker

In a humble country ruled by three parties democratically: Anvil, Labour and
independent parties owned by corporations, often backing capitalism

Our story begins in a bank, owned by a capitalist party Ban'qi

"Yeah. Yeah. I've got it. I know." The man talks on a phone, rather archaic
looking in style. He stands tall clad in beige business garb, tuxedo and all.
Yet the smell of sweat emenates from him. In his other hand is a small blue
satchel.

"Yeah, I've got it. I'll keep the weapon--" he stops. On the outside of the
phone booth within the bank, a guard is looking straight at him. He stutters.
"Hah, hahah, yeah I'll keep our secret weapon down until we're ready for that
big stock! I've gotta go. Yeah. Bye." The phone clacks as he places it back on
the receiver, but the guard still stands tall staring at him.

Without a word, the guard forces the man's hand up to his chest and clicks a
tracker to it, and quickly hands it back to the man. He nervously chuckles and
rushes past the guard, but not soon after the tracker beeps to life and scans
the item.

"Shit." The guard sees quite literally right through him. "Fuck it." The man
swiftly rips the satchel's zippers open and pulls out the fully loaded pistol
from it. The lone guard is the first victim of this operation, and as he's shot
down, vital scanners activate the silent alarm.

The man does not hesitate. He's pulled the trigger on the gun and the op. He's
going to deal with it. He picks up the satchel and grabs the two extra
magazines and knife out of it and brings out his pager. "Op is on."


As soon as the pager beeps out the communication, in through the door bursts
another man clad in blue business attire. He's thin, but in his hands are two
guns. "Are you serious?" he asks rhetorically, wondering if he should have even
brought along this idiot. No reply. The two go straight for the elevator.

"Dan, we can't deal with starting too early," says the man in blue. "I fucking
know. I did something dumb and I'll pay for it. But right now all we need to
worry about is getting the fucking expplosives in place on the 73rd."

"Whatever." He presses the button for the 50th floor. "We'll go up to 50 first.
The elevator breakers will be offed by then. After that we'll have to walk."

"...And Dan," he continues, "fuck you."

The bad blood between them started many months ago, during their first
operation. As rebels against the ruling capitalist party, they worked in secret
to destroy vital components of their political framework. Often through more
subtle sway than terrorism, of course. Dan did not agree with these acts of
peaceful rebellion, but in their first outing, nearly got both of them killed.

The two stand silent in the elevator as it hums along to the 50th floor. When
planning, they had revealed that after the silent alarm is activated, it would
stop after approximately 70 seocnds. This was enough time, he pondered, to make
it up about 50 floors, a safe estimate.

The elevator dings as it arrives at the 50th floor. This one was rather arhcaic
and did not have any kind of announcement besides a ding, nor a elevator
operator. The man in blue and man in beige make their way out and quickly get
into trouble. Their guns burst like deadly firecrackers going off on a
holiday. Of the dozen or so guards in their path, none of them even manage to
raise their gun before being shot down by the deadly duo.

As is in the plan, they make their way to a private service elevator, one that
wouldn't be shut down so easily. In it is a woman, clad in beautiful middle
eastern garments. The man in beige barely notices, but the man in blue stares
for a moment. Thinking of the damage this could do to the civilians who get
caught up in the crossfire. Thinking of the reprecussions of their actions.

"Get the fuck in!" Dan shouts. His patience for these moments of reflection is
nil. The man in blue quickly steps in the elevator as Dan reaches for the
buttons. Just as he does, thouhg, in bursts two -- no, three, four men. They'd
been followed the whole time by spec ops. In full black kevlar suits and
balaclavas these four stood, machine pistols at the ready. They were ready to
shoot regardless of the woman.

The man in blue had enough. He could see in their eyes that they were going to
open fire at a moment's notice, fingers on their triggers. Blue had had enough.
His arm extended to the frame of the door and pulled it shut faster than the
spec ops had time to react, and pulled it completely shut with inhuman
strength.

"72nd," As he barked the command, Dan pressed the button straight away.

"What the fuck?" Dan asked, but to no reply. Their trip up was rather silent.
The elevator moved quicker than feet could, and there was no other available
due to the circumstances. As they reached the 72nd floor, Blue took a block of
plastic explosives out of his jacket. The woman, scared and panicked but
silent, stayed there without a word. The two got off and continued their
violent rampage down the hallways of the giant building. They'd reached their
final destination, an unmarked room with an unusual black door. Blue sets the
explosives and they back away from the door.

A medium sized boom crackles through the air, and the two walked right through
the now-combusted doorway. Inside was a single server rack connected through
the walls by dozens of cables. On the other side is a singular monitor, with
nothing on display. Blue handed the rest of the explosives to Dan, as he
walked over to the monitor and Dan walked over to the server. He turned on the
monitor and after a few loading screens a login prompt appears. He exploits a
security flaw in the printing dialogue for the help menu to log in as the
administrator. As he looks through the files on the server, he notices a
folder of alphabetized workers for the Ban'qi internal organization.

And on that list of folders appears "Daniel Blackside." Dan finishes setting up
the timer and wiring for the explosive and turns to see what Blue is seeing.

His automatic response is to pull his gun and aim it to Blue's head.

"I had a feeling...." remarks Blue. "I told you not to fuck around on this op,"
says Dan, bringing his gun up to Blue's temple and grabbing him by the neck
from behind. "You'll be my shield now. They want you."

Blue doesn't react, except to stand up from the chair and put his hands up to
the air. Dan moves to the window, and jumps out of it with Blue in hold. The
explosives detonate as they fall through the air.

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