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I know, and I know it will probably never change. Still, might as well throw some form of anti-media stuff out :P

lol \ that's the first time somebody's agreed with me in ages. In under 200 words, I mean. :lol: But yeah, I mean just look at porn...well, no, don't ACTUALLY go look at it, but the idea. It was created for guys, after all...

Actually, yes. Science may be technically agnostic, but all of nihilism (which is actually destruction, meaning we have no purpose) has all of its root in science. Henceforth, it must be science! One cannot have oak roots grow into a cherry tree. The tree may be different from the roots, but without the roots the tree is nothing. Same ideals. And as for the self justification purpose thing, if we cannot bend our own reality and nothing is controlling us, then we do not have a purpose. But we control ourselves, and therefore must have a purpose. :-k

No, I think you misunderstand me (Or I misunderstand myself,) if we can bend our own reality's into different realizations, then we must have purpose to ourselves. Which is purpose at a very basic level. We may still not matter in the universe, admittedly, but to ourselves we have purpose. (Ourselves meaning I have a purpose to Myself)

Yeah...maybe I was wrong to call Nihilism science, but it defenitely comes from science. All of the justifications, ideas, and sources come from scientific fact, theory, evidence, and lack of evidence. It's a relatively close-minded view, but so is religion I suppose.

True. Men certainly add wood to the fire, but the media certainly is the match...so to speak. That analogy might not work, but meh.

Media really affects all girls, and those whom succumb set bad examples. I thought I made that clear, but apparantly not. I also never said that all women are bad like that, and I also never said that the vultures successfully harvest those scraps. But damned if they don't try.

Nihilism doesn't need to be scientific, but largely it is justified by science. Quantum Physics Theory appeals towards a different form of a higher being, seeing as it's laws are proven correct, and they bend physics, time and space. Nihilism is destruction, while Quantum Physics Theory is destruction. Nihilism is claimed towards individual, separate, and freakish existence. Quantum Physics Theory, on a basic level, introduces a unity and a sense of togetherness with a purpose. Just the idea that we can alter our reality by the way we think creates at least the idea that man matters in the universe. Nihilism claims that we do not, that man is useless, and that man has no purpose. Surely, if we bend reality, then we must have a purpose. At least to ourselves. And Zonorhc, just get lost. I never said Wikipedia as a credible source, I just said it was a source. You can discount it if you want; I only used it for definition of terms anyway. No matter what I do, you'll always hate my work.

Twenty years ago the world was tranquil. No peasant who would ever grow into something brilliant was ever noticed, particularly not Krimm. The world was green for the young child; the mind was pure and the field was blooming. He was a gap toothed child with little care beyond his own acre of property that he and his mom lived on. Sandy, curly hear adorned his head and his face was jovial and freckled. Brilliant blue shining eyes filled his head and gave him the most innocent and pure look any child could pull off. His body was thin and a burlap tunic always adorned his frame, except when he washed the dirt off his skin. Nobody would have guessed where he was going. As he matured into his teens, nobody questioned him when he said that he would be out the night. They never asked where, and they never asked why. He was such a good boy, whom had never done anything wrong...there was no reason. It was where it all ended. _____________________________________________________________ Twenty years later, Krimm walked through the same fields. The sun was hot, and his armor weighed heavily on his limbs. An army marched behind him, all clad in armor and bearing his own personal standard. 'They will not like me back here.' Krimm thought grimly. 'Sad.' He raise an ebony-clad hand and the army immediately stopped marching. Yelling with a sharp 'hut!' as they came to a stand-still, the demon soldiers were well trained. Their ugly faced leered under their helmets, and their tongues licked their lips in anticipation of blood. He looked behind his back, and drew out his sword. There was no pity or remorse as he heard the archers knock back arrows into their cruel bows. Giving the demons a moment to prepare, Krimm took a moment to admire the sun and the green fields he played in when he was a boy. Even his mother's house was still there. Under his helmet there was no twitch of emotion as he unleashed a volley and a demonic horde upon his home-village. "Do not kill any women, bring them to me!" Krimm yelled over the whistling of arrows and the flurry of demon feet. "If I find a single woman's body I'll have twenty of your heads!" Standing in place as the battle between the poorly armed peasants and the demons, Krimm actually picked out people who knew as they died upon the spear and the sword. Yet it was not more than twenty minutes when the battle ended, and the road through the village was stained with blood. The demon soldiers laughed as they brought the women to Krimm. There couldn't have been more than twenty of them, yet they all kicked and fought against the demons that held them. Krimm cocked his head. Why would they fight? Even if they did escape, hundreds if not thousands of demons would instantly fall upon them and feast on their entrails. "Which one of you mothered the child Krimm?" He asked cruelly, not a hint of emotion in his voice. Luckily, he was hidden behind six inches of demon-forged black armor, and the [bleep]es of animal horn, ivory and gold that adorned his dread armor made him unrecognizable. His helmet, too, covered all but his eyes and they were but black sockets behind the small slits. A dark green cape fluttered about his back as the wind blew against his figure. None of the women spoke. "Fine." Krimm said. "I will examine all of you up close, and kill you one by one until I find her." He said this curtly as he drew his finely heat-tempered ranseur. One of the women yelped and immediately fell down before his feet. "I am, I am!" She said incoherently as she bowed her head down. Her hair was white and her face had grown wrinkled as the years ravaged her. "Sir, what've the other prisoners?" A greasy demon captain said, his voice deep and guttural. Krimm turned to him without a single creak in his armor. "You know what to do, you worthless piece of filth." He said coldly. Smiling, the demon captain nodded. "I understand sir...I understand perfectly." With that, he raised a hand and snapped a finger. Immediately, nineteen swords were held to nineteen necks. With another snap, nineteen blades were bathed in blood. The remaining women held her hand to her mouth. "What will become of me?" She said, whimpering. Krimm began to walk away. "Oh, I have something special for you."

It's funny; when I amend my essay entirely nobody comes back and reads it. Meh, maybe so called 'perfection' (which my essay is not, at least by my standards) isn't such a good thing.

Christmas Dinner. Mmmm... There's no point in just not reading the argument and posting. If you're going to do that, then you're just a troll. I am most certainly not spamming random essay's, as they're all just built up literature from Christmas Break. I'll be putting in the bibliography in a second...most unfortunately, I don't usually keep track of where I get my information. Bad habit of mine... EDIT: Bibliography posted, for all you naysayers out there.

Meh. I don't want to get in an argument about this, so I'll say that you're right and leave it at that. But nihilism has all of it's basis in science, so I call it a scientific ideology...but that's me.

But Nihilism is only declared over and containing already proven scientific theory. It has no basis in any form of ethic, it's sole core is scientific evidence, and lack of it. And the Quantum Physics Theory has an idea that without an observer there are limitless possibilities, but as they are directly observed the possibilities diminish and collapse upon themselves, even. If you're intrigued greatly, I suggest seeing 'What the BLEEP!? Down the Rabbit Hole' the first half is based entirely on Quantum Physics Theory. (The second half is a little annoying, and is both uninteresting and disgusting.) It's a good movie with plenty of professional commentary.

Well, at least it wasn't just attacking me. At any rate, I'll take your idea of posting something to begin discussion...I suppose it is a better idea than posting news, but this is personal opinion and I thought that it would be enough. Apparently I was wrong. Also, I vote we stop attacking each other. It's counter-productive and you're probably right

You know, if you actually read half of the stuff I was posting, or maybe even understood an eight of it, you wouldn't be so 'bleh' towards me. Besides, I haven't posted for a week, so I'm letting it all out (so to speak.) I write scientific or religious essays in my spare time because it is actually helpful and mentally stimulating. I just thought I'd post it and actually get feedback on my ideas. 'Plz' isn't a real word, and I am writing stuff. It just takes.......thought! :-$

Nihilism in Accordance to Quantum Physics Theory Ultimately, nihilism is a very opposite idealism than any form of Religion. Nihilism claims that there is no point in life, that we are a random genetic mutation, and a mistake in the universe, which also has no purpose. It is a quite dull and largely apathetic ideology that contradicts thousands of years of human belief. Religion aside, Nihilism can be contradicted and proved incorrect via another scientific theory called the Quantum Physics Theory. To break down the scientific parts of nihilism, nihilism is the idea that humans came about from evolution as a completely awkward splicing of genetic mutation, which morphed us in an uncontrollable and unpredictable way. It claims that humans are machines, and that no matter what we do on earth, we will still die and inevitable wipe us clean. We the human machines may be destroyed and disposed with consequence in the long run. At large, it is the most apathetic view one human can take on life. Perhaps the mind was simply too lazy to think about the idea of why are we here? Maybe the being didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t want to come to terms with any of the truths presented. The Quantum Physics Theory is much more complicated. It claims that many theories of physics are incorrect, and it is also largely in accordance, or at least hand-in-hand, with many religions such as Christianity and Buddhism. The Quantum Physics Theory is a many-part ideology that includes such thing as ultimate conscious thought that creates and perhaps even controls the universe, that space is time are an invention of our minds and are, in fact, an illusion, and that observing something can greatly change or perhaps even control the outcome of a specific event. It also claims that the future can have an impact on the present, just as much as the past can change the present. Time and space are an outcome of human consciousness in an ultimate idea that demands the greatest and deepest most unfathomable confines of our minds to strain themselves to grasp. They are both scientific views of human life on earth. One of them is a simple idea that is largely accepted in atheist, anti-theist and agnostic culture. The other one demands thought on a higher scale, which boggles the mind and goes against the laws of physics that we have accepted as true. For example, scientists have found that sometimes, one piece of matter can be in up to three thousand different places at once. Clearly going against all that we have accepted as true, many of these aspects of the Quantum Physics Theory have demanded a higher scale of thinking. An interesting experiment played out by scientists involved the usage of wave theory and projected mass theory. Take a marble, and shoot it through a slot in a piece of metal, and a number of marbles will go through the slot and onto the board behind the slot (assuming it sticks.) That is projected mass theory, and at this point, is has gone past theory into truth. Now, if you put two slots in the metal sheet, there will be two lines of marbles stuck to the board behind the slotted metal sheet. Wave theory states the same thing about one slot. If one drops the marble into the water, the resulting ripples will spread out. If there is a metal sheet with a slot, the ripple will go through and re-state itself, and result in one very broad line on a pressure board behind the metal, (used to detect varying amounts of force used on it. As the wave gets stronger at one point (the middle of the wave that lines up with the slot) the line on the board gets brighter or more noticeable.) which indicates to the one slot. But if you put two slots on the sheet, the two resulting ripples that go through the slots collide, and at the points of collision when they hit the pressure board results in higher pressure. This is also true and accepted as a law. So what were atoms? What is matter? They tested it. Scientists launched atoms at a sheet with one slot, and just as predicted with marbles, there was one distinct streak on the board behind, which indicated to the result that atoms are mass. The scientists then tested the idea with two different slots, and amazingly, the pressure board came out the same way that the wave theory did when it was put through two slots! Concluding that the rapid firing of atoms resulted in the collision and bouncing, they retried the experiment, but launching only one atom at a time. After hours of this, they came back and observed that the results were still wave theory two-slot results. The atom somehow had to collide with itself and bounce off in a completely different and unpredicted tangent. Scientists were baffled, and so decided to put an eye witness observer there. When the results came inÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæthe atoms had acted like the mass theory two-slots rule, and two distinct bands were found on the board behind. The camera witness had observed that the atoms followed the exact same trajectory and followed the exact same rules that mass did. How could this be? How is it that the atoms reacted differently when put under observation? This test contributed greatly to the idea that the mind and perceive reality in many different ways, and that the human conscious holds unfathomable power. Science has governed the seen since philosopher and mathematicians walked the earth, while Religion governed the unseen. So how is it that we can contradict and claim that life has no real purpose if we have real, provided evidence that life is erratic, different, and ultimately comes down to us? Death, maybe, does not have a point. But life does. Quantum Physics Theory declares that the most important new rule of the theory is Entanglement. It is saying that all beings has a counterpart and that they co-exist and respond instantaneously to one another. Let us say that there are two different pieces of the same manner, completely identical to each other, on different and opposite sides of the universe. If, say, one is hit with electricity, the other will also be hit with the X amount of joules in that electricity immediately. It is declared that either information is traveling at an infinite speed, or that these two pieces of matter are intertwined. This Entanglement turns the nihilistic ideal of separation and loneliness away. We cannot be alone if there is at least one other being completely tied to us. The scientific idea of nihilism and the new Quantum Physics Theory will always be divided amongst two scientific populations. Those whom are meek, feeble, and apathetic, and those whom are great thinkers who believe in greatness at least in this life if not in the possible next. One is very easy to grasp, and the other is about as easy to grasp as a buttered up piece of perfectly round smooth marble covered in oil. -Dustfinger EDIT: Both nihilism and Quantum Physics Theory are contradictory, and most of the ideas of Quantum Physics Theory are still theory and can be proven quite incorrect. (For example, when there is one thing in 3K places, how do you know it couldn't be just your mind playing tricks on you?) Which is a better theory regarding human purpose on earth? Bibliography: What the Bleep!? Down the Rabbit Hole (20th Century Fox, copyright 2004, http://www.whatthebleep.com) http://www.atheists.org (Blog, Atheism) http://Wikipedia.org (Albeit not the best source, but the article was credited by a 'professional') http://physicsworld.com (Quantum Theory: weird and wonderful, 1999, Tony Leggett, University of Illinois Physics Department) http://library.thinkquest.org (Contains citations from other books, such as Rae, Alastair. Quantum Physics: Illusion or Reality? Cambridge University Press, London: 1986, I did NOT personally read these sources)

The Media is comparable only by a pack of ravenous vultures, circling in, ready to devour the scraps of whatever they can find. In the recent past up to the present, those scraps have consisted of innocent, young girls. Perhaps some women would sell their morales for a cheap buck and a quick shot, but by no means does this mean that all women are like this. Let me say that, not all women are lawless! There are no less or more lawless women than men (Well...maybe less, but in different ways.) An insanely large amount of pornographic content is teenager porn. The prime ages of pornographic material is between 18 and 21; it would be younger but that would be illegal. Of course, that hasn't stopped people from trying. Pop culture isn't helping either. Actresses such as Lindsey Lohan, Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, all of them are setting a very negative setting for young girls. My sister, who is in 6th grade, has very low self esteem because boys from other grades don't call her 'sexy' or 'hot'. These negative sex icons are only destroying us, by setting poor standards and pretty much saying that a girl isn't worth very much if she isn't sexy. Even in commercials, younger girls are beginning to behave like much older woman, simply because the perversion of their view, turning them more into objects than people. Our culture is demanding the wrong things from our society's woman. People need to look past the curves and into the heart (And no, I'm not saying to stare at her breasts trying to get a look at her literal heart) start treating girls past their sex appeal and begin to treat them as people with cultured talents and ideals, instead of screw-once and leave them hanging. I pray to you, speculate the great morales this nation was founded upon, that all people are equal. Just because you may not be as hot as some famous actress does not mean that you're ugly. You can be just as beautiful (maybe even more beautiful, seeing as your not a drug addicted sex-a-holic) as they are. EDIT: This is largely for American culture, but lightly the Europeans have some similiar problems.

Let me begin with a preamble; I will state that I do not intend to convert any religious man. I do not intend to turn an Atheist into a christian. I do not intend to turn an agnostic into a christian. This is merely informational, and my own views. Now, let us examine the evidence to see that the lord Jesus in fact existed. I am not arguing right now that he is the Son of God. For now, we just observe that he once existed of flesh and bone. You see, the bible is a history book to his works and to his life. In this context, the bible is the history of Jesus on earth (or at least, parts of it reveal to his human existence.) Choosing to believe that history, however, is completely up to you. But let us say that you don't. Well, it is written down in a book, right? You respond, 'not all things written are true.' OK, Let us accept that argument. Not all things written are true. Not even in history books, apparantly. Yes, that is very possible. So...why believe that the Civil War ever happened? Why believe there was every slavery in the history of the world? History books say so? Well, the bible said that Jesus exists but, you don't accept that. Why accept that the Crusades ever occured? Prove it. How can you? One cannot go back into time. (Do not give me a quantum physics lecture on how an end justifies a mean in the past if there is no observer of the particular phenomenon in question, please.) I rest my argument. If you don't believe Jesus existed, don't believe that the world even existed before the date of your birth, because you can't prove it at all. Now I will argue that Jesus was in fact the Son of God. Here, we see that the bible once again, points up the miracles that Jesus made. OK, let us dis-regard that, assume that it was lying. How can we be sure that it existed? Simple...it takes two things. Faith, for one, and a logical mind. Here, we examine a history of man. The world was calm and polytheistic before God (not Jesus! Farther back than 0 AD!) revealed his gloriful presence to the human race. However, at the exact time that Jesus Christ was born, the world was turned upside down. We have already assumed he existed of flesh and bone. But why would the world become a kicked anthill for a mere human? Because he was much more than a mere human! He was the messiah! From his very birth that was concieved! Why would men, for 2000 years, lay down their lives for a mere human? A mere human, whom, according to his mortal status, was little more than a wandering beggar and healer? Yet he had apostales, and most of them were martyred! Only ONE of the original apostales died a natural cause. He performed miracles, yes. Of course, not even I have any argument to say whether this happened or not, but I can only observe that other humans whom have followed and carried their legacy with their tongues would risk their lives for a great miracle worker like Jesus. Here, I argue that Jesus saved us all. This takes a large amount of faith. Jesus saved us all when he died upon the cross becaus he willingly gave himself up as a human sacrafice, the most mighty and holy sacrafice possible to save us worthless humans. He was the unblemished lamb. But he wiped us of our original sin that the angel Satan had blemished upon us! We were saved. How can we prove this? Man gained a morale sense from that day on. Men became better men, and heros become true heros. Humanity as a whole became better than the animal kingdom that day and forever after. But there is no logic, truly. There is only faith. God created the earth, down to the very last atom. Everything his created was beautiful. This is a mere question, but do you really believe that our world fell together so well without any help? To the very last neutron? If even one was faulty, almost ninety-trillion jeoules of pure energy would have obliterated our entire galaxy. Last, one would ask...Raven, are you not going to argue that God exists? Are you not going to throw out evidence, as many other philosophers have tried to do and failed? Are you going to prove it? My brothers, my sisters...yes, I would like to give you evidence that God exists. I would like to destroy any doubt in your mind. It is true. But...I cannot. Even if I did have evidence, I would not. If we knew God existed in our minds and not our hearts, then we have defeated God's purpose. We have wandered from his loving gaze.

Raven_Gaurd0 Atheist v. God (Real Life Essay) - Declaration of wrong-doings by students and teenagers in shootings and murders across the country, then links back to Atheism in a logical but very tolerant essay. Impulse (Sci-Fi, Original) - Aliens, guns, and faceless masked men. Need I say more? Saga of Athir (Scrapped Novel) Misc. works I did when I was 10. Scrapped because it too closely resembled other works and stories. But hey, I was 10. I would write more, but my hand is cramped!

Dear __________, Many among us have at least heard of the Iraq war and it's causes. We Americans thrive upon our own freedom, and we are blinded by circumstances across the world. Small boys cry here because they must do homework; while small boys cry in Uganda because they haven't eaten in almost a week. Because their mother died of AIDS. Perhaps it was this blind indifference that has led to such violence across the history of the world. Yet even of late, in the 80s, there were peaceful movements and polite patterns. Nowadays, 'tis anarchy that rules the public. In return, perhaps we give the government what it wants. Plenty of idle room, as our world becomes as small as the computer I type this upon now. The hypocracy of the American youth is astounding. But above it's own hypocracy, it's own disgusting ideal's of 'cool' there lay another thing. Something that our world has failed to touch for over two-thousand years. Many, maybe, have heard of recent shootings. Maybe of the tale of a teenage boy and his girlfriend drop-kicking a small 7 year old girl to death. They, of course, had something in common with the same man that rampaged at Virginia Tech, and also with the 11 year-old boy that pulled a fire-alarm and attempted to shoot his classmates as they ran out of the building. To put it lightly, we will say that it was a matter of religion. Or lack, so to speak, thereof. For you see, all of these people were Atheists above other similiarities, that included being caucasian and male. Is it so that we have slipped into a state of pure arrogance and anarchy, nihilism and otherwise unsavory amounts of apathy. We American's have become apathetic in our culture. Many have heard of the infamous 'emo' subculture, and ye, many hate them. I would hope to consider myself...indifferent and...unbiased. It is hard, though. I am not as apathetic as they. As many have seen it, the 8 billion people on Earth is a strangling idea. Many wonder what will people care when they die? Such ideas were the spawning pool of emo's and nihilism, for they, indeed, must, simply must find a way to be different. Many men and woman have distuingished themselves forever in Human history for being famous and morale beyong recognition. However, it is clearly easier to sink. Why climb up the mountain, when you can simply slide down it? 'Emo' people dunk themselves into as many unsavory, horrible, unholy and unclean acts as they can manage. In a desperate scramble for fame, they open windows into their own lives, hoping that other will see some shred of glory in the form of unholy torment of their own souls. Pain and suffering are their allies, and brutal, cold perversion, their brother. Glory and honor have passed far beyond their reach, and they now try to sink lower than any other has other gone before. Bitter and ironic, the 'emo' group are sadly merely masking themselves with the masks that hundreds of millions of other humans are wearing. Desperately they sought their own individual place in history, but ironically, they were only digging themselves deeper into one of the largest and most similiar groups in the world. Such is what apathy has done to us. And what, of course, do 'emo' people have to do with these raving lunatics that take life with not so much as a blink? Simple. That they are atheist. All emo's must be atheist. Atheists seem to have acquired the highest level of apathy than any other group of humans on earth across any period of time, ever. Exercising their freedoms to a ridiculous extent, they have become more anti-theistic than atheists. Nihilism spreads bitterly amongst their population, and soon they become wild, rabid, and like emo's, desperate for attention. But unlike emo's, they acquire it in an even more unholy way. By desecrating the LORD's fifth commandment, 'Thou Shalt Not Kill,' even the most hardy of media groups will come flocking to the scene. It just has to be big enough...ridiculous enough. Cruel enough. To take ones life without cause or reason, surely, must be the most black-hearted thing any human being could ever accomplish. As so, they proceed to turn their hearts as black as night. Taking arms against those who have none for no reason, they slay and kill indiscriminantly, taking an unholy inkwell of blood and carving their names into the hellish tomes of Inhumane Human History. The more life is taken, the deeper the etch, and the brighter the ink. Yet why does this happen? How does it all start? Is their sense of nihilism so poor that they, indeed, would take life for no reason? Atheists are taught against Theists their entire lives. From their conception to their death, they are taught that the LORD is fake. that the TEN COMMANDMENT's are lies, and that you, as a real human, have priority over both of them. Such waggling tongues destroy the fragile morale laws and barriers set down by both humanity and the LORD. For the LORD, it is true, is the reason for morality in humanity. If they are taught that he does not exist, then why should his laws? Simply disgusting. No morales, no care, just pure apathetic nihilistic rage is locked up. And so, when they release it, we all suffer. All humans suffer. Many of us die. Hundreds of us unarmed, lawful civilians have been shot in cold blood with no reason other than personal satisfaction. Atheists are the common factor of all these attacks. Atheism, breeding nihilism and apathy has caused more problems for mankind than any theistic war ever fought. The Crusades, even had a point. The Iraq war, even, has a point. But the senseless school shootings, beating a small girl to death without even blinking, that is not a theistic war with the goal of conversion. No, that is cold, brutal, and disgusting blood that should lower you to a standard that makes you inhuman. Makes you unfit to live. All atheists, aye, are not like this, but all ideas are the same, whether they choose to ignore them or not. It has no purpose, it has no idea, it is merely death, and death it should be. I do not know, personally, what atheists should do. I, of all people, understand the importance of individuality, of being yourself. But not at the cost of others. Not individuality at the cost of being yourself and at the cost of others. But somethings needs to happen. I believe that we can change much, if we were all religious. If we all believe in the LORD, maybe these things would not happen. Certainly, they would not. So much hatred is wrought, and it is all from apathetic nihilistic beings. No religion teaches to give suffering unto others. I personally, have read all major religion holy documents, and none preach to inflict pain, especially not without reason. I pray that we may all come together, and that atheists will either see the light or at least become who they really say they are, as oppose to anti-theists. Because for now, all of your anit-LORD hatred, and anti-religion isn't atheism, it's pure Satan-worship coming out. Instead of taking the LORD's hand, you spit in HIS face rather than admit that he, at least, has dominance over you. God Bless America. Dustfinger _____________________________________________________________ Written by my alias on Gather.

Um. Woooooooow. I've played some hard stuff, but I've never heard of anybody getting that pissed off. When I played WoW (Quit about 8 months ago in favor of GW) somebody hacked and deleted my first 60. I was pissed, but I re-rolled. Addiction never got that bad for me. Still, enlighteningly brilliantly horrible. Blown out of prespection, but still.

Bump (Part 2 Added) And good to see you. It has been a while...

'Secure it. Now.' Came a quiet voice over static in Jackson's ear. 'Yessir.' He mumbled carefully into his mic, positioned cleverly over his balaclava. Raising his gun, a finely crafted HK12 rifle, Jackson carefully swept around the corner. Nothing more than a shadow revealed his presence, and it was a dim one at that. Ordinary routine. Some [wagon] civilian had called in about 'aliens' in her apartment. She said that she coulda sworn that a black, slithery thing with huge teeth about the size of her leg crawled up her furnace and into her ventilation system. Jackson belonged to ACT, or Alien Counter-Resistance Team. Poor title at that, seeing as they were always dealing with countless Nevada people calling in about so called 'aliens.' What a joke. All he knew is that it paid well, and he didn't actually have to fight anybody. 'Jackson, give me stat on floor one. Anything in the elevator?' The static COM channel whispered in his ear. 'No, sir.' Jackson replied. This, of course, was a lie. He hadn't checked. For all he knew, the entire damn Swiss hockey team could be in that elevator. All he knew is that if it didn't open up, it wasn't on the first floor. 'Give me updates and report in every two minutes,' the COM cackled in. 'Stay sharp!' The sergeant said a little loudly. Their leader, Maj. Sgt. Brian S. Shepherd was into this stuff. Rumor was that he actually kept 'alien' samples from missions for his own personal studying. Joke. Funny. Real riot. Jackson gave a look at his watch. Brilliant. It read midnight on January 8th, 2107. He was damned sick of this, and tired to boot. Giving a casual glance over his shoulder, he saw his buddy Peter scoping out the clear-metal door to the apartment. It was relatively fancy; those kinds of doors cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. At least the caller wasn't a redneck for a change. Alpha team was way on the ninth floor, where the caller was. There were only ten floors. Beta was on Ten. Charlie took seventh, and Delta was on fifth. Omega team, on the other hand, was on first. This was Peter and Jackson. They figured it very peculiar indeed if a civilian walked by and saw two soldiers decked out in combat gear and carrying HK12's, highest-grade weapons in the world. 'Conta - Never mind.' Came a hiss from Delta. Two minutes later, all teams checked in. Everybody looked fine. Peter's biosigns looked fine on Jackson's Team Relay device fitted over his goggles. Just another walk in the park. Pulling out his knife, Jackson tested the edge on an unfortunate secretary's desk. It left a deep gash with little pressure. Good. It was just habit to check; it didn't really have much of a practical purpose anymore. Nowadays, they were a last defense. All of the sudden a sharp shot came from above. It didn't sound HK12, which was concerning. It sounded like a 9mm, which was a popular civilian handgun. Certainly not ACT grade weaponry. 'Delta, requesting backup! Rogue civilian, rog - HeahhahrRAAAARGH!' A hideous scream and gurgling came from across the COM. Jackson looked up involuntarily. "Holy...what did that to them?" Jackson thought. Peters biosign [bleep]ed, but quickly went to normal. Jackson swore loudly to himself (and Peter) and switched to Delta HUD. Both biosigns winked off. 'Charlie, Omega, get your sorry [wagon] up their NOW!' Shepherd yelled over the COM. 'You aren't getting paid by the hour!' Peter legged it up the stairs with Jackson in tow. Switching their HK12's off their safety, they proceeded with caution. From the third floor up, they moved as quietly as men in combat gear could. As they moved to the top of the fourth story staircase, Jackson nearly wretched. A foul smell befouled the air. It smelled like salty blood washed over onions. Putting his eye to the scope of his rifle, Peter quickly scanned the area. 'Delta team found, KIA, sir.' Jackson said calmly. It took great control. Delta team wasn't a team anymore, nor did they even look human. Their corpses were found in a corner near the elevators, and both of their bodies were completed shred. Blood pooled beneath them. 'Charlie team reporting in. I've got nothing...sir, it looks like - Oh my - Damn, the little rogue jumped out the window!' Charlie came in. Peter and Jackson rushed to the apartment (reported to be E707) and looked over the balcony with Charlie team. Sure enough, there lay a mangled and destroyed body on the sidewalk. Whatever was left of it was spattered within a twelve foot radius. 'Looks like the bastard went head-first...' Charlie said with an air of pure disgust. 'Rappel down there, ASAP. This women is another crazy, we'll be down soon. And use your ropes, soldiers, we don't want some civilians to be calling in this mess.' Shepherd barked. Jackson turned around and really did wretch, but held the bile down. What a crappy night. First, a bad job, then two of his buddies die, then some kind of sheer idiot goes and splats himself all across the sidewalk. Straightening his grey helmet, Jackson coolly turned back to the scene and attached his rope between the metal bars of the balcony. The team then proceeded to rappel down to the site, keeping HK12's in hand and well armed. Jackson and Charlie 1 and 2 secured the area while Peter checked the body. It was night out. There was no moon, nor stars, and the faintest of cold breath blew against their faces. Charlie 2 shivered. Their gear, while it could stop all manner of attacks, provided no insulation of warmth. Kevlar wasn't exactly warm in the first place, either. 'yeah, sir...this body is messed up.' Peter said over COM. 'it looks like he's still twitching...Oh wait is that -?' Jackson turned around just in time to see a slimy black snake, covered in ichor, wrap around Peter's armored head. _____________________________________________________________ Jackson stood from his kneeling position, pointing the HK12 straight at Peter's head. 'Get it off me, get it off me!' Shouted Peter as he frantically tried to get the slimy beast off his head. Charlie 1 and 2 looked at each other. Even though they could blast this thing here and now, too many civilians were nearby and Peter's head, too, was annoyingly in the way. 'Status report!' Shepherd barked into COM. 'What the hell is going on down there?' 'We've got contact!' Replied Jackson. Tapping his helmet once, Jackson switched back over to Omega HUD. Peter's biosigns were doubled; like there were two heartrates inside of him. 'Peter's snared by this, this thing, sir! We can't shoot, too many civilians, and there is NO way in hell we can shoot that thing off of Peter's face.' 'Requesting permission, sir.' Charlie 1 said coolly. Jackson turned to him and shouted (not over COM) 'Are you daft, soldier? Are you going to shoot Peter in the head just to kill that slime?' Charlie 1 and 2 rounded on him. 'We need to do something, Omega 1! We can't let that thing escape!' Jackson opened his mouth to argue when Shepherd barked in, 'Denied, just keep him under wraps.' Jackson flipped COM on again. 'Yes, sir.' And quickly shut it back off. Giving a rude gesture to Charlie Team, he rushed to Peter's side as he collapsed on the ground. Charlie 1 and 2 secured perimeter again as Jackson pulled his nylon bungie rope from his belt and an injection of morphine. 'Hold still, hold still!' Jackson said frantically as he cleaned the needle. Nonetheless, Peter writhed in pain. Moments later, Alpha and Beta teams came rushing out of the building. Shepherd rushed towards the scene, slinging his own HK12 over his shoulder. 'Morphine!' Shepherd yelled. It was becoming awkward; civilians were stopping and staring. Jackson rushed to follow Shepherds orders, and rain began to fall. The rain pattered onto the scene, running the streets with red as it washed the blood from the concrete. Both of Peter's biosigns (the new one and the old one) were changing. Peter's was declining as the other grew stronger. Morphine barely even slowed the affect, and soon Peter stopped writhing. As he lay there, his breath came in rattled gasps. Occasionally, his leg twitched. 'Come on, Peter...don't die on me.' Jackson muttered. There was nothing he could do though, and Shepherd raised a hand and called over Charlie 1. 'Yes, sir?' Charlie 1 said casually, switching the safety off his HK12. At least he had guessed. 'Omega 2 isn't going anywhere. At least get this thing off his face before he dies.' Shepherd said grimly. Jackson was dumbfounded. He had nothing else to say, no other defense. It had to be done. 'Of course, si-ir.' Stumbled Charlie 1. He was still shooting one of his buddies. Taking a perfect firing stance, Charlie 1 aimed squarely down at Peter's face, right at the suckling thing's skull. 'Do it.' Shepherd muttered. Jackson flipped to Charlie biosigns. Charlie 1 was [bleep]ing. 'Dammit, solder, that was an order.' Shepherd said again as Charlie hesitated. Charlie 1 breathed heavily and his finger twitched... 'DO IT!' Shepherd screamed into COM and out loud. The round rang off and there was a sudden spatter of blood and black flesh as the alien exploded off of (and with) Peter's face. Biosigns for Charlie 1 began to calm down, and his ammunition count was one less. Shepherd clapped Charlie 1 on the back. 'I'm sorry, soldier, but it had to be done.' Despite this saying, Charlie 1 still looked at his feet, his gun held limply at his side. 'Move out, get these bodies to HQ, stat! Closest one, call an ACT-LRV, Stat, Omega 1!' They followed orders. Shepherd brought up roster and listed Delta 1 and 2 KIA, along with Omega 2. Shrewdly, he located the ID tag of the splattered civilian and marked him down as KIA too. 'Marcus Rodriguez, ID40578 KIA.' Shepherd remarked dryly. 'What a bastard, too.' As the cars arrived, ACT took turns spitting on the civilian's corpse before loading up. Body detail was for police, not for trained professionals. They took the HK12, along with the GM Knife that Peter had once been so proud of, and his 'Deagle' pistol. Last thing they needed were teen rebels getting guns off the poor man's corpse. Jackson was in back with Beta team. Beta 1 and 2 offered condolences, said they were sorry to see Omega 2 go. Said he was a good man. But they were all faceless, their real expression hidden behind masks, balaclava's, and COM channels. And it didn't do anything to help settle his uneasy mind. Of course, they would soon learn that Peter, and Delta 1, and Delta 2, they all got off easy. They were the lucky ones. And in the end, the few survivors would be the unluckiest bastards left on Earth. __________________________________________ The LRV jostled the men inside as they rode along the roads. All of them held their heads between their knees and their minds between their ears. The COM was dead silent, not even Shephard spoke. The rain came down heavily, and the streets seemed disturbingly empty. Jackson was the only person who was looking out the window of the LRV as they rolled across the street. The water dribbled erratically across the bulletproof glass, leaving trails and patterns that other drops followed. Jackson let his mind wander, numb as it was from the loss of Peter. "Shi-!" Came a sharp yell over the COM as the driver almost wrecked the car. In a moment, five HK12's were steadied in the air towards all windows. There was a solid metal plating between the drivers compartment were Shephard and the driver were, dividing the soldiers from their leader. It was an unnerving Prospekt, but the soldiers were as steady as stone as the driver recovered control. "Oh, damn. Sorry, guys. Nearly hit a pothole the size of hell." HK12 safety was clicked back on, and only Alpha 2 acknowledged this by sending a 'good to go' green light over HUD display. Despite the long drive, the rain still poured at headquarters. Through his green-tinted visor, visibility was becoming a problem. The seven men in the ACT-LRV hopped out, unloaded gear, and quickly went inside. Jackson padlocked the doors on the way in. ACT Headquarters was a government funded building. It was well lit with bullet proof glass instead of normal 'civie glass'. Inside there were a number of other ACT units. All of them were just as mysterious as the masked men. Many of them were in only boxers and wife beater shorts, but they all had some form of combat gear on them. From a knife to a cocked and locked USP, all of them were wary. Not a word was said as the returning team went to the armory. None of them spoke in private either as they changed and cleaned in the wash room. An unnatural quiet seized the fortress of a structure. All the men went to sleep early. All of them were perturbed by the death of Delta squad and Peter. They were suppose to be the best of the best; how could a civilian manage to kill three ACT's and then commit suicide? Why didn't the ACT's win, like they ALWAYS do? As Jackson lay down to rest, these questions ran through his mind like so many bees. He lay down to his side and punched the pillow and tried to drift off into sleep, but that night he found it troubling and difficult to fall asleep. Closer to dawnbreak than to nightfall, he finally slipped into a comatose state of restless slumber. A rattling sound of shells and bullets going off roused Jackson from his slumber. Barely even registering his surrounding, Jackson clumsily tumbled from bed. As he lay there, two ACT men ran by the room. "Holy [cabbage], this guy ain't dead!" One of them exclaimed. The other one eyed Jackson warily, but slung his HK12 over his shoulder. The first one rushed to Jackson and helped him to his feet. "Whadefushapp'n?" Jackson mumbled as he wiped an eye with the back of his hand. "How could you have slept through it? Early in the morning these, these things came from the sky? Oh man it was horrible, the pods were huge; and if they didn't kill people simply by landing on them, they exploded and these, these THINGS just popped out! We got to get out of here, one of the sections of the building has already been hit!" The man tossed him a pistol. "Here, you might need it. Try to get down the armory, it's where everybody is holding out. It's underground and those...those little bastards can't get down there. Just, just GO!" Pushing Jackson at the last word, Jackson recognized the voice. It was Charlie 1, the same man whom had blasted Peter. Jackson proceeded hastily down to the basement. When he reached the main hall, he realized that a huge black pod had descended through the five-foot concrete ceiling into the ground. The pod was also open; but no motion was seen. Remembering the phrase, 'curiosity killed the cat' Jackson turned away and began down the stairs. Around every corner he shouted out, so his own buddies wouldn't shoot on impulse. Those HK12 rounds could go straight through him. When he finally reached the bottom, he was greeted by no less than twenty other men. All dressed up in their ACT gear, with HK12's and others with heavy weapons, they all looked ready to fight a damn war. "Welcome, Omega to Ground Zero." Shephard said grimly. "Put on a gas mask, get in your gear, and we'll talk about what to do next." "Sir? What's goi -" Jackson began, but Shephard cut him off. "Dammit, soldier, haven't you guessed? Some God forsaken beast fell from the sky and they've been killing every single thing they've been able to get their hands on. Whatever got Omega 2 yesterday is now all over the entire damn city! The ENTIRE CITY, Omega. I don't know if you have any idea how large Metroville is, but it's a whole lot bigger than twenty men could comb in twenty years!" Shephard's face turned red. "The civilians eventually go insane, we've got mass homicide in the streets! Do you know what the government is going to do? They're going to quarantine the city and bomb the [cabbage] out of us till not one thing is left? Do you understand, Omega? We're all going to DIE! So lock in, don't cry, and we'll see if we can't get out of this with a little bit of honor." Jackson swallowed the hardening lump in his throat. "Of course sir. Of course."

Look, I have nothing against your sources, nor your story, but this is plaigerism. (Or however the hell you spell it) I personally would feel better if you cited that you got the idea from Mitch Albom's 'The Five people you meet in Heaven' (Hyperion, New York), because frankly it was the same thing in different (and fewer) words.

It's interesting that we still have macroing complaints even after the updates. Which is true; RWT and macroers will always find a way. Always. They're a thorn in the side of all, but Jagex, in attempt to remove the thorn, only made the wound worse on us players.