Well, it seems I haven't had very many people on here. There seems no reason for me to keep writing. I have no real need of remembering most of my adventures, so I don't even need a physical journal. I will be going underground for awhile. I don't know how long. When something else major happens, or when I get more viewers, I'll come back.
So if you are one of the few who has been watching my travels, and you would like to see more again, please direct some people to my older posts. I don't want my time here to feel like a waste. I do have other things to do with my few hours here.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Woops...
I've been letting life (or lives) get to me again. I'll try to get back into posting once more, I was almost in a good rhythm.
Oh, last night I was in the Wild West. About 400 years to late it seemed though. Technology advanced a little slower there. So did empires, the entire world was filled with these little kingdoms, many of which formed into coalitions and such, but still individual states/kingdom/whatever.
Oh, last night I was in the Wild West. About 400 years to late it seemed though. Technology advanced a little slower there. So did empires, the entire world was filled with these little kingdoms, many of which formed into coalitions and such, but still individual states/kingdom/whatever.
Friday, June 3, 2011
BOOM Headshot! From a Boomstick!
I decided to have more fun last night. I appeared in a land that had recently been devastated by war, so most people (meaning tribes) lived "cave man" type of lives. Meaning, they uh... well, lived in caves. Since the tribes were usually small, they didn't have the manpower to build a lot of technology, even though just a decade before they were all using iron and steel tools of great quality. Now those tools were destroyed and buried, and they didn't have enough manpower to spare from survival to gather that iron and reforge it. Until I came along...
After uniting several tribes, I had enough extra workers to begin building technology again. We quickly got advanced metal tools again. Then I showed them gunpowder. Yep, that is why this post's title talks about "boomsticks". Why are they called boomsticks, I hope you don't ask? Well... because they're a stick, that... goes... boom. Do I have to explain everything?!
The "BOOM Headshot!" part of the title? Eh, I just wanted to add that. Though we did blow up a few heads. It was really about hunting those boomsticks were.
Okay! So we hunted slaves, prisoners of war and criminals. So what?
After uniting several tribes, I had enough extra workers to begin building technology again. We quickly got advanced metal tools again. Then I showed them gunpowder. Yep, that is why this post's title talks about "boomsticks". Why are they called boomsticks, I hope you don't ask? Well... because they're a stick, that... goes... boom. Do I have to explain everything?!
The "BOOM Headshot!" part of the title? Eh, I just wanted to add that. Though we did blow up a few heads. It was really about hunting those boomsticks were.
Okay! So we hunted slaves, prisoners of war and criminals. So what?
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Arcade Fun
I didn't actually go to an arcade last night. I just went to Post-Roman Britain. Why did I name this post that, you ask? You... didn't ask? Oh, okay then. I'll tell you anyway. I named it that because for six months, I built up a little war party and just went pillaging. I didn't bother inventing any new technology, or taking over the world, or anything special. Me and my little war party just went around having fun.
It started out with just a few adventurous young men who wanted to know what war was like. Their families were to poor to spare them, so I paid them with some money I had "acquired", enough to last each family probably 2 or 3 years, then we went on our way. At first I trained them hard, then we went after bandits and stuff. A few bandits joined, we hired a few more poor peasants, a few mercanaries later on, ect.
Eventually it got to the point where we just roamed. We had over 30 in the warparty, and all of these guys were elite or at least pretty darn close. Simple, arcade like fun these fights were. Just fun...
It started out with just a few adventurous young men who wanted to know what war was like. Their families were to poor to spare them, so I paid them with some money I had "acquired", enough to last each family probably 2 or 3 years, then we went on our way. At first I trained them hard, then we went after bandits and stuff. A few bandits joined, we hired a few more poor peasants, a few mercanaries later on, ect.
Eventually it got to the point where we just roamed. We had over 30 in the warparty, and all of these guys were elite or at least pretty darn close. Simple, arcade like fun these fights were. Just fun...
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
The Extremist
So it's been a couple days, longer than I wanted between posts, but nothing remarkable happened during my travels. I can't believe I've gotten to the point that riding elephants while using repeating crossbows isn't considered remarkable... Anyway, last night I met an interesting character.
It was around early Renaissance period, and firearms were becoming more widely used. However, many points of history were different, so there were still wondering Germanic tribes (few and far between, but similar to those during the Roman times). One particular tribe was very extreme. It was a small tribe, but that was because it was so hardcore. The basic training for everyone was similar to the Spartans, but they lived for war in a far different way. Since they were always on the move and trained so hard, they could never grow very big. The creepiest part was the fact that they were cannibals. The worst part of them was their top warrior. He is the Extrememist this post is named after. During times of war (meaning, almost always), he would only drink the fresh blood and eat the warm flesh of live victims. Be it beast or man, he acquired all of his sustenance from the living. Vampire stories were rampant in this land... mainly because of him and his tribe. He was even called a vampire in some cases.
This guy was so extreme, that when he was on the move during intense parts of war, he would ONLY sleep on a blood soaked field or on a pile of corpses (or in the warm corpse of a beast he wrestled down and ate alive). If he could not have a live victim, he would not eat or drink. If he did not have a blood soaked field or a pile or corpeses, he would not sleep. Yet he ate and drank every day, and slept every night. He became so feared that he could walk right up to the gates of Rome and they would open for him. The guards would step out of his way, and the crowd would part. He could walk right up to any king, emporer, bishop, anyone without resistance. But he did live as an assassin, so he did not kill them. He lived merely for war. His tribe was nearly as bad as him. Their small tribe (less than 30) was so feared, that NO empire or kingdom would trifle with them. If they did, the tribe would vanish and the largest cities of that empire would be burning in days.
Wanna guess who I was this whole time? The guy... assigned by the rest of the civilized world to hunt him down and kill him. That was a joke. I'm pretty sure me and all my companions (by that I mean 200 soldiers) lay dead right now, in pieces, in a burning forest. The Extremist will sleep well tonight.
That's all for now.
It was around early Renaissance period, and firearms were becoming more widely used. However, many points of history were different, so there were still wondering Germanic tribes (few and far between, but similar to those during the Roman times). One particular tribe was very extreme. It was a small tribe, but that was because it was so hardcore. The basic training for everyone was similar to the Spartans, but they lived for war in a far different way. Since they were always on the move and trained so hard, they could never grow very big. The creepiest part was the fact that they were cannibals. The worst part of them was their top warrior. He is the Extrememist this post is named after. During times of war (meaning, almost always), he would only drink the fresh blood and eat the warm flesh of live victims. Be it beast or man, he acquired all of his sustenance from the living. Vampire stories were rampant in this land... mainly because of him and his tribe. He was even called a vampire in some cases.
This guy was so extreme, that when he was on the move during intense parts of war, he would ONLY sleep on a blood soaked field or on a pile of corpses (or in the warm corpse of a beast he wrestled down and ate alive). If he could not have a live victim, he would not eat or drink. If he did not have a blood soaked field or a pile or corpeses, he would not sleep. Yet he ate and drank every day, and slept every night. He became so feared that he could walk right up to the gates of Rome and they would open for him. The guards would step out of his way, and the crowd would part. He could walk right up to any king, emporer, bishop, anyone without resistance. But he did live as an assassin, so he did not kill them. He lived merely for war. His tribe was nearly as bad as him. Their small tribe (less than 30) was so feared, that NO empire or kingdom would trifle with them. If they did, the tribe would vanish and the largest cities of that empire would be burning in days.
Wanna guess who I was this whole time? The guy... assigned by the rest of the civilized world to hunt him down and kill him. That was a joke. I'm pretty sure me and all my companions (by that I mean 200 soldiers) lay dead right now, in pieces, in a burning forest. The Extremist will sleep well tonight.
That's all for now.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
The Gang
So last night was very different. I was only gone a few minutes. Here's how it went.
I got ready for bed, finished everything I would possibly need to do for the day, then wrote a list of what I would need to do the next day as well as tomorrow's date, plans, ect. for in case I was gone several years. It helps me reorient myself from a long travel. I then lay down and closed my eyes, just like normal. I appeared on a busy street in a large city filled with skyscrapers and rushing people. It was pouring rain, and the street lights did little good with actually giving off light. I was wearing a large brown trench coat and was already drenched. I looked around at the crowd and the city to figure out what I was supposed to do. I also looked at the level of technology and such. The cars were pretty much like today's, maybe a few years ago I'd say. It was a darker part of town, and for some reason none of the buildings were lit up very well. I noticed a few suspicious figures (they were very good, anyone else wouldn't have given them a second glance. But this was not my first time on a busy street... nor less then my thousandth). The seemed to be following a worried looking girl. I followed as a shadow.
The girl knew she was being followed by the others, but they were herding her towards an alley. I could tell she did not want this, so I took a back entrance (meaning I climbed over a bunch of buildings so I could watch from above) to help in case anything happens. I was several stories above, and this gang of other figures surrounded the girl in the middle of the alley. I could tell she did not want to be here, and she thought there was no hope. I saw one fo the gang members reach for a knife (okay, I saw a slight twitch which I knew was him reaching for something in his jacket that I knew was a knife), so I dropped down. The fight was over quickly. From the feel of things, meaning an estimation from what I remember doing in the fight, there were seven dead and four severely wounded. When the fight was over, which lasted less then a minute (I could have held my breath the whole time), I looked over at the girl and asked if she was okay. She nervously nodded yes and I was about to go help her, when I heard what seemed to be cops coming. So I ran out of the alley and blended into the crowd. I was walking across the street watching the cops go into the alley when suddenly, I woke up in my bed. All the knowledge and experience from previous dreams or journeys that I always feel in others dissappeared all at once, like it always does when I come home.
So, my shortest trip yet. That was exciting.
I got ready for bed, finished everything I would possibly need to do for the day, then wrote a list of what I would need to do the next day as well as tomorrow's date, plans, ect. for in case I was gone several years. It helps me reorient myself from a long travel. I then lay down and closed my eyes, just like normal. I appeared on a busy street in a large city filled with skyscrapers and rushing people. It was pouring rain, and the street lights did little good with actually giving off light. I was wearing a large brown trench coat and was already drenched. I looked around at the crowd and the city to figure out what I was supposed to do. I also looked at the level of technology and such. The cars were pretty much like today's, maybe a few years ago I'd say. It was a darker part of town, and for some reason none of the buildings were lit up very well. I noticed a few suspicious figures (they were very good, anyone else wouldn't have given them a second glance. But this was not my first time on a busy street... nor less then my thousandth). The seemed to be following a worried looking girl. I followed as a shadow.
The girl knew she was being followed by the others, but they were herding her towards an alley. I could tell she did not want this, so I took a back entrance (meaning I climbed over a bunch of buildings so I could watch from above) to help in case anything happens. I was several stories above, and this gang of other figures surrounded the girl in the middle of the alley. I could tell she did not want to be here, and she thought there was no hope. I saw one fo the gang members reach for a knife (okay, I saw a slight twitch which I knew was him reaching for something in his jacket that I knew was a knife), so I dropped down. The fight was over quickly. From the feel of things, meaning an estimation from what I remember doing in the fight, there were seven dead and four severely wounded. When the fight was over, which lasted less then a minute (I could have held my breath the whole time), I looked over at the girl and asked if she was okay. She nervously nodded yes and I was about to go help her, when I heard what seemed to be cops coming. So I ran out of the alley and blended into the crowd. I was walking across the street watching the cops go into the alley when suddenly, I woke up in my bed. All the knowledge and experience from previous dreams or journeys that I always feel in others dissappeared all at once, like it always does when I come home.
So, my shortest trip yet. That was exciting.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Ninjas again
Heiksta, has anyone heard of a country called Heiksta, ever?! That's the country I landed in last night (first journey worth mentioning since last post), but it controlled all of eastern Asia and western America. Pretty huge. When I got back I googled it, all I got was some wierd dude on twitter. Hmm... oh well (if Googled it to, leave a comment. At least I'm not alone in apparent lack of geographic knowledge).
Anyway, the ninjas. Even though they weren't technically ninjas, they were pretty darn close. Except for one... minor detail. They were mainly used as suicide bombers. They weould tie buckets of gunpowder to themself, climb to a certain place in a building filled with top enemy figures, and blow them all up. That was about the most interesting thing that happened to me.
Anyway, the ninjas. Even though they weren't technically ninjas, they were pretty darn close. Except for one... minor detail. They were mainly used as suicide bombers. They weould tie buckets of gunpowder to themself, climb to a certain place in a building filled with top enemy figures, and blow them all up. That was about the most interesting thing that happened to me.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The Usual
So last night I helped the romans invade the "barbarians" up north. Only lasted a few months. This morning I just went after some bones and meat I had stored (hidden) in the fridge because people were getting suspicious of so many missing animals. I might have to live off fruit for awhile.
A couple months ago, if you told me this would be my new "normal", I would have told you you've been watching to many movies. I'd get a job to supply money for food... but I don't have much time in the day to reorient myself. My life would be completely full at that point. So for now, look out little animals!
A couple months ago, if you told me this would be my new "normal", I would have told you you've been watching to many movies. I'd get a job to supply money for food... but I don't have much time in the day to reorient myself. My life would be completely full at that point. So for now, look out little animals!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Away with leave
Okay, this break from posting was intentional. After more strage events happening in my travels, I decided it would be a good idea to go somewhere away from people for awhile so I wouldn't have such troubles reorienting (when you live as a vampirehunter for 11 years, then hear someone trying to wake you up while lying in bed, yeah...) But now those events have suddled down, and I have been going on more normal travels for no (if there is such a thing).
Okay, so now the updates. Yes, I did hunt vampires one night. It was in the mountains, and mountain villages, that I had to fight. Not many metal tools either. An avalance can do a lot to such a creature though...
I started a slave uprising in Egypt. While they were building the Great Pyramid. What I had not been made aware of was that they were using nucleur generators to power their larger tools (who ever heard of that?), so there was a nucleur fallout. I came back before the end of it.
Oh... and then something I just remembered about events here. There's a party for the kids from school happening in a few weeks. Remember those bullies I think I mentioned first post? They will be in for a world of hurt. I've changed a lot since the first night I left. I no longer eat normal food. When I am hungry, I go out and "gather" some... meat from nearby parks before I go to bed. Sometimes I even eat roadkill I see while wondering around. I killed a dog a few weeks ago because I was really hungry. I riled it up, it charged, I wrestled it, snapped it's neck, then broke open it's legs for marrow. I can run an entire day without stopping to take a break, eat, or even drink. I've been doing parkour and freerunning every night before I go to bed, this week even simply lying on the ground as soon as I tire since I have been sleeping away from home.
I'm waiting to see what those bullies think. I may not remember the sciences and such from my travels and can't invent an ironman suit or anything, but I can remember how to put my body in an optimum state.
And the last highlight was when I helped stop a war (haven't done that very often) and then helped the world to make technology to colonize the moon. This was in the early 1800's, because their dark age was shorter than ours.
Okay, so now the updates. Yes, I did hunt vampires one night. It was in the mountains, and mountain villages, that I had to fight. Not many metal tools either. An avalance can do a lot to such a creature though...
I started a slave uprising in Egypt. While they were building the Great Pyramid. What I had not been made aware of was that they were using nucleur generators to power their larger tools (who ever heard of that?), so there was a nucleur fallout. I came back before the end of it.
Oh... and then something I just remembered about events here. There's a party for the kids from school happening in a few weeks. Remember those bullies I think I mentioned first post? They will be in for a world of hurt. I've changed a lot since the first night I left. I no longer eat normal food. When I am hungry, I go out and "gather" some... meat from nearby parks before I go to bed. Sometimes I even eat roadkill I see while wondering around. I killed a dog a few weeks ago because I was really hungry. I riled it up, it charged, I wrestled it, snapped it's neck, then broke open it's legs for marrow. I can run an entire day without stopping to take a break, eat, or even drink. I've been doing parkour and freerunning every night before I go to bed, this week even simply lying on the ground as soon as I tire since I have been sleeping away from home.
I'm waiting to see what those bullies think. I may not remember the sciences and such from my travels and can't invent an ironman suit or anything, but I can remember how to put my body in an optimum state.
And the last highlight was when I helped stop a war (haven't done that very often) and then helped the world to make technology to colonize the moon. This was in the early 1800's, because their dark age was shorter than ours.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Fire
Okay, I didn't really do anything that involved fire, I just wanted to name the post that.
Last night I was Napoleon's aid. Until I decided to take his empire for himself. So yeah... we used firearms and all that, but not really much to do with fire directly. I did decide to mess around and invented the tazer. That was fun, until I ran out of materials for the batteries. I was a little to ethical, or maybe just lazy, to go take over more kingdoms that had easy access to the resources necessary for these. I by easy access to resources, I mean people easy to enslave. Times were different than, so it wasn't seen as evil and inhuman like it is today (by most).
Oh yes! I nearly forgot. Remember that story from Sparta awhile ago? Where I conquered the Persian Empire? Well, I took over all of Europe, most of northern Africa, and the entire western section of Asia (everything a few hundred miles west of China). I took over Great Britain, which was never Great Britain here because of me. Iceland, Greenland, most of Canada and and a large portion of where the United States is today. I was actually on campaign to Australia when I awoke. That had been my first journey. After almost literally having the whole world in your hands, suddenly waking up as a normal boy in some neighborhood is quite... strange. It was hard to recover, but I've learned since than.
Until another time!
One last thing! Sorry, I nearly forgot. If you have a Facebook account, please like the page I created so I can hopefully build up a community of followers. It would feel nice to have my travels be appreciated and known! Here is the link: http://www.facebook.com/pages/I-Dreamed-A-Reality/
And to the one person who seems to want to comment, thank you!
((W)) ((W))
JJ
Last night I was Napoleon's aid. Until I decided to take his empire for himself. So yeah... we used firearms and all that, but not really much to do with fire directly. I did decide to mess around and invented the tazer. That was fun, until I ran out of materials for the batteries. I was a little to ethical, or maybe just lazy, to go take over more kingdoms that had easy access to the resources necessary for these. I by easy access to resources, I mean people easy to enslave. Times were different than, so it wasn't seen as evil and inhuman like it is today (by most).
Oh yes! I nearly forgot. Remember that story from Sparta awhile ago? Where I conquered the Persian Empire? Well, I took over all of Europe, most of northern Africa, and the entire western section of Asia (everything a few hundred miles west of China). I took over Great Britain, which was never Great Britain here because of me. Iceland, Greenland, most of Canada and and a large portion of where the United States is today. I was actually on campaign to Australia when I awoke. That had been my first journey. After almost literally having the whole world in your hands, suddenly waking up as a normal boy in some neighborhood is quite... strange. It was hard to recover, but I've learned since than.
Until another time!
One last thing! Sorry, I nearly forgot. If you have a Facebook account, please like the page I created so I can hopefully build up a community of followers. It would feel nice to have my travels be appreciated and known! Here is the link: http://www.facebook.com/pages/I-Dreamed-A-Reality/
And to the one person who seems to want to comment, thank you!
((W)) ((W))
JJ
Monday, May 9, 2011
Yep, this is reality. Or at least pretty darn close.
Being gone so much makes it hard to remember that there are things to do here as well. Apparently I forgot about several events happing around the neighborhood, the house, with family, and with friends. Yes, this time there is a real reason I haven't been posting, not because I'm going insane anymore. By day I was caught up with my forgotten life and by night I was... elsewhere.
A few highlights on my travels.
I witnessed, in person, the very first nucluer explosion used in war. I was trying to train an underground Samurai brigade. That didn't work.
I discovered sticks can be a real pain. I also went to ancient Africa for a few months. Dancing on thorns is not fun, but it sure does make you laugh at people who complain about a papercut.
In Africa again (this was actually this last week, last time was between two other posts I did). I gained a new appreciation for cows. And their blood. When you have to protect cattle from lions with nothing but a spear and a loincloth, and you live off the milk, meat and blood of those cattle, you get pretty tough. And still laugh at people who complain about papercuts or missing a meal.
I made India the first country to hit the Industrial Revolution. What I didn't realize was that Europe was still in the Medieval Age and had many powerful "wizards". At first I thought they had some very special technology I still hadn't seen. I soon learned otherwise...
And now the strangest yet. I went someplace where people had real superpowers. It was in the future, and someone had invented these special suits. The suits increased natural abilities, and for a normal wearer they meant being faster, stronger, quicker healing, ect. But there were other wearers who... weren't so normal. They had these small abilities they had hidden for centuries, including such things as super strength (yeah, those legends are real), super speed (yep), enhanced healing (no, really?), basic telekenisis, enfluence over fire, increased toughness, and many others. That almost sounds like a list of powers you would find in a game. It really was. These suits, when wore by one of these other wearers, also increased natural abilities. But they had different natural abilities... A person who could barely extinguish a match with their mind could, with a powerful enough suit, put out a forest fire. Or make a match a forest fire in seconds. And of course, these suits also had pretty sweet tech. The worst was probably these nanobots that were stored near the palm of the suit, and could be released into the air. From there they would fly to their target (within a few hundred feet), and find microscopic ways into the suit and... for lack of a less gruesome word, kill the target. There were flamethrowers, miniguns, rocketlaunchers, armorplating, shielding, phasing (walking through stuff), teleportation, and so much more that you could attach to these suits if your suit was good enough and you had the cash. Some were very basic, just for increasing natural abilities, others were giant battle mechs the size of skyscrapers (NEVER let a telepathic get in one of those! Or anyone with freaky mind powers!)
Things have been interesting. But now to get back to all that stuff I've been forgetting since my first journey.
A few highlights on my travels.
I witnessed, in person, the very first nucluer explosion used in war. I was trying to train an underground Samurai brigade. That didn't work.
I discovered sticks can be a real pain. I also went to ancient Africa for a few months. Dancing on thorns is not fun, but it sure does make you laugh at people who complain about a papercut.
In Africa again (this was actually this last week, last time was between two other posts I did). I gained a new appreciation for cows. And their blood. When you have to protect cattle from lions with nothing but a spear and a loincloth, and you live off the milk, meat and blood of those cattle, you get pretty tough. And still laugh at people who complain about papercuts or missing a meal.
I made India the first country to hit the Industrial Revolution. What I didn't realize was that Europe was still in the Medieval Age and had many powerful "wizards". At first I thought they had some very special technology I still hadn't seen. I soon learned otherwise...
And now the strangest yet. I went someplace where people had real superpowers. It was in the future, and someone had invented these special suits. The suits increased natural abilities, and for a normal wearer they meant being faster, stronger, quicker healing, ect. But there were other wearers who... weren't so normal. They had these small abilities they had hidden for centuries, including such things as super strength (yeah, those legends are real), super speed (yep), enhanced healing (no, really?), basic telekenisis, enfluence over fire, increased toughness, and many others. That almost sounds like a list of powers you would find in a game. It really was. These suits, when wore by one of these other wearers, also increased natural abilities. But they had different natural abilities... A person who could barely extinguish a match with their mind could, with a powerful enough suit, put out a forest fire. Or make a match a forest fire in seconds. And of course, these suits also had pretty sweet tech. The worst was probably these nanobots that were stored near the palm of the suit, and could be released into the air. From there they would fly to their target (within a few hundred feet), and find microscopic ways into the suit and... for lack of a less gruesome word, kill the target. There were flamethrowers, miniguns, rocketlaunchers, armorplating, shielding, phasing (walking through stuff), teleportation, and so much more that you could attach to these suits if your suit was good enough and you had the cash. Some were very basic, just for increasing natural abilities, others were giant battle mechs the size of skyscrapers (NEVER let a telepathic get in one of those! Or anyone with freaky mind powers!)
Things have been interesting. But now to get back to all that stuff I've been forgetting since my first journey.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
New month, and new things.
So I kinda got over that whole depression thing I was going through last time. The journies have been shorter, so it feels like I have more time here.
I hope I'm remebering this right, but there was the Royal Wedding here, right? Because that also happened in one of my... travels. I don't know if it was the travel was a premonition of reality or if the wedding here was a dream after experiencing the real one. As you can tell, I'm still a little confused about which reality is real. This one is the only one I come back to, so is it real or just a fantasy I keep visiting in my mind? Anyway, that was a little strange.
A theme I've been noticing with increasing intensity is mentions of things like demons, zombies, witches, ect. I have even helped put down small bands of these "zombies" and such. They seemed like ordinary crazed, bloodthirsty barbarians to me. But I've seen more than most of those I meet on my travels. This really seemed strange though after the whole wedding thing and this one other travel I had. Just last night.
Nothing impressive about most of the story. Last night, I was in a semi-modern world (around 2001 I believe is when I arrived). Gangs and stuff. Done this before, just different times and places. But there was one thing definately different. There was this one cop who had a hobby of being a bodybuilder/strongman. Who could press over 300 lbs. I'm not talking about bench pressing, I'm talking about overhead pressing. With one hand. He could load a barbell to over 300 lbs and, with ONE HAND, press it above his head for reps. And that was when he had only been training a few years. When I met him, he had been training about twenty years. He could somehow progress steadily, without hitting plateaus in exercise. He could only add a pound or two every exercise session, but he never hit a limit. Every year he could increase every exercise by hundreds of pounds. At the time I saw him, he had progressed so far that the normal barbells weren't enough, so he had custom ones. The custom ones could each support over a ton (metric ton, 2,200 pounds). He could press so much, that he had to have a barbell in each hand FOR OVERHEAD PRESS!!! For other exercises, he needed to literally use cars. He could do a pullup with a small family car (family included) tied with a chain to his neck. Yeah... after waking up from that these strange things started to seem more noticable.
So, that's it for today. Tell people about this! I want to get more readers. And get comments. Ask questions. Stuff like that.
I have a page on facebook for this place too. Like it, share it. Come on people! I'm not writing a diary here, other people can see it!
I hope I'm remebering this right, but there was the Royal Wedding here, right? Because that also happened in one of my... travels. I don't know if it was the travel was a premonition of reality or if the wedding here was a dream after experiencing the real one. As you can tell, I'm still a little confused about which reality is real. This one is the only one I come back to, so is it real or just a fantasy I keep visiting in my mind? Anyway, that was a little strange.
A theme I've been noticing with increasing intensity is mentions of things like demons, zombies, witches, ect. I have even helped put down small bands of these "zombies" and such. They seemed like ordinary crazed, bloodthirsty barbarians to me. But I've seen more than most of those I meet on my travels. This really seemed strange though after the whole wedding thing and this one other travel I had. Just last night.
Nothing impressive about most of the story. Last night, I was in a semi-modern world (around 2001 I believe is when I arrived). Gangs and stuff. Done this before, just different times and places. But there was one thing definately different. There was this one cop who had a hobby of being a bodybuilder/strongman. Who could press over 300 lbs. I'm not talking about bench pressing, I'm talking about overhead pressing. With one hand. He could load a barbell to over 300 lbs and, with ONE HAND, press it above his head for reps. And that was when he had only been training a few years. When I met him, he had been training about twenty years. He could somehow progress steadily, without hitting plateaus in exercise. He could only add a pound or two every exercise session, but he never hit a limit. Every year he could increase every exercise by hundreds of pounds. At the time I saw him, he had progressed so far that the normal barbells weren't enough, so he had custom ones. The custom ones could each support over a ton (metric ton, 2,200 pounds). He could press so much, that he had to have a barbell in each hand FOR OVERHEAD PRESS!!! For other exercises, he needed to literally use cars. He could do a pullup with a small family car (family included) tied with a chain to his neck. Yeah... after waking up from that these strange things started to seem more noticable.
So, that's it for today. Tell people about this! I want to get more readers. And get comments. Ask questions. Stuff like that.
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Reality
Is this a dream now? Do I just come to this world for a few hours every now and then to take a break from my harsh life? According to this, I haven't posted in ten days. It's been probably over a hundred years for me. I spent a few weeks in Paris, a war on the moon, a troubling time in industrializing Peru, and so much else. I was exctited to go to sleep last time, but now I hope not to wake up. All I do is come back to this simple, noneventful life. I can get so little done before I leave again. Just three nights ago I witnessed the Chinese invade Iceland with guns and cannons. They were the first to invent gunpowder, afterall.
Oh yes, I did find one thing out (okay, a lot of things actually. But this is a big one. Well actually... nevermind). Katanas are really overrated as the "best" swords ever. I won't deny they are formidable weapons, but they are only good against and for what they were designed for. Shields is not one of those things. I lead a Viking invasion into Japan. The ONLY reason I believed it succeeded is because the Japanese (especially their Samurai) were not prepared to fight shield wielding foes. It was something that just didn't happen there. And their swords weren't the best against armor. They were designed to be used primarily against opponents with little or no armor. And against enemies like that, their swords were great! A little to good, actually. Our lessly equiped brethren were slaughtered. But chainmail really is good at stopping even the most solid of slashes... but anyway, that's all in the past. Never wear over a hundred pounds of equipment in a marsh during an earthquake and volcanic eruption. You can probably guess how the invasion ended...
Now, to spend these last few hours in this dream.
Oh yes, I did find one thing out (okay, a lot of things actually. But this is a big one. Well actually... nevermind). Katanas are really overrated as the "best" swords ever. I won't deny they are formidable weapons, but they are only good against and for what they were designed for. Shields is not one of those things. I lead a Viking invasion into Japan. The ONLY reason I believed it succeeded is because the Japanese (especially their Samurai) were not prepared to fight shield wielding foes. It was something that just didn't happen there. And their swords weren't the best against armor. They were designed to be used primarily against opponents with little or no armor. And against enemies like that, their swords were great! A little to good, actually. Our lessly equiped brethren were slaughtered. But chainmail really is good at stopping even the most solid of slashes... but anyway, that's all in the past. Never wear over a hundred pounds of equipment in a marsh during an earthquake and volcanic eruption. You can probably guess how the invasion ended...
Now, to spend these last few hours in this dream.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Games
Leaving every night has become normal to me now. When I wake up somewhere else, it's like I'm in a game. I can take over the world. Become rich. Fight an army. Then wake up, safe and sound, in my bed.
That's what last night felt like again, a game. I awoke in a small tribe. There was snow, cold, lack of resources, war, ect. It was winter, and this was a small tribe. This tribe was in the harshest land in an already tough place. This tribe was small as I said, the smallest. But it wasn't small just because of the lack of resources, harsh weather, and war. That was only a small part. The reason why this tribe was so small... was because it was a tribe of assassins. Their training was intense; only the strongest survived. As soon as I opened my eyes while laying in the snow, they heard me breathing. The whole village seemed to be upon me in moments. I would have been made a slave, if it weren't for my "superior skill" in "infiltrating" the camp. Apparently they thought I got in there intentionally.
Anyway, they trained me as one of them. The most advanced piece of technology they had was metal blades it seemed. That was the same for all the tribes in this area. I'm guessing we were either in northern Russia area or Greenland. I really don't know. But there were no flamethrowers with the ice this time. It was my job to "soften" the enemy tribes. It seemed like an arcade game. At one point, in order to get close to their chief in time, I had to allowed myself to be captured by a large tribe. I was escorted by about a dozen warriors in full combat gear, and they had taken all my weapons and armor. The only allowed me to keep my boots and basic clothes. It was cold without all my other coats and gear on! I was then brought into a tent that had at least another two dozen warriors inside and surrounding it. Once I saw the chief, game over for them. Within five minutes, over 30 warriors, and their chief, lay dead. I came back home in the garments of a king after than mission.
In case you happen to be wondering why our tribe didn't just go out and defeat all the tribes at once, it's because we were highly outnumbered. The smallest of tribes had at least a dozen families. And by family, I don't just mean a father, mother and a few kids. I mean the great grandparents, their siblings, all of their kids, and their kids kids, and their kids kids kids. A single family, at times, could be comprised of over a hundred people. Sometimes a lot more. The larger tribe, like the one I just told you of in my story, contained over thirty families. Some of these families were a lot smaller, meaning less then twenty people, but that's still a lot.
Our tribed had only three families. And these families were small. Every other tribe knew how dangerous we were, so we could never stay in one place or else all the tribes would find us and wipe us out. We were the only thing that united them. Even against the smallest of tribes were outnumbered at least ten to one. And there were dozens of tribes. It sure did make battles interesting...
That's all for today. I can't wait to go to sleep tonight...
That's what last night felt like again, a game. I awoke in a small tribe. There was snow, cold, lack of resources, war, ect. It was winter, and this was a small tribe. This tribe was in the harshest land in an already tough place. This tribe was small as I said, the smallest. But it wasn't small just because of the lack of resources, harsh weather, and war. That was only a small part. The reason why this tribe was so small... was because it was a tribe of assassins. Their training was intense; only the strongest survived. As soon as I opened my eyes while laying in the snow, they heard me breathing. The whole village seemed to be upon me in moments. I would have been made a slave, if it weren't for my "superior skill" in "infiltrating" the camp. Apparently they thought I got in there intentionally.
Anyway, they trained me as one of them. The most advanced piece of technology they had was metal blades it seemed. That was the same for all the tribes in this area. I'm guessing we were either in northern Russia area or Greenland. I really don't know. But there were no flamethrowers with the ice this time. It was my job to "soften" the enemy tribes. It seemed like an arcade game. At one point, in order to get close to their chief in time, I had to allowed myself to be captured by a large tribe. I was escorted by about a dozen warriors in full combat gear, and they had taken all my weapons and armor. The only allowed me to keep my boots and basic clothes. It was cold without all my other coats and gear on! I was then brought into a tent that had at least another two dozen warriors inside and surrounding it. Once I saw the chief, game over for them. Within five minutes, over 30 warriors, and their chief, lay dead. I came back home in the garments of a king after than mission.
In case you happen to be wondering why our tribe didn't just go out and defeat all the tribes at once, it's because we were highly outnumbered. The smallest of tribes had at least a dozen families. And by family, I don't just mean a father, mother and a few kids. I mean the great grandparents, their siblings, all of their kids, and their kids kids, and their kids kids kids. A single family, at times, could be comprised of over a hundred people. Sometimes a lot more. The larger tribe, like the one I just told you of in my story, contained over thirty families. Some of these families were a lot smaller, meaning less then twenty people, but that's still a lot.
Our tribed had only three families. And these families were small. Every other tribe knew how dangerous we were, so we could never stay in one place or else all the tribes would find us and wipe us out. We were the only thing that united them. Even against the smallest of tribes were outnumbered at least ten to one. And there were dozens of tribes. It sure did make battles interesting...
That's all for today. I can't wait to go to sleep tonight...
Friday, April 15, 2011
Light up the darkness!
Booyah! Last night I invented the flamethrower.... in the middle of the Dark Age. Well... I wouldn't say Dark Age. It was just rather dim. But still. We never quite had enough fuel to melt the stone walls, but we could still get a lot done. A sky full of arrows vs a line of flamethrowers is VERY interesting. Especially when we launch a volley of arrows then doused them while they flew. They "cannons" were something to. They were really fire spitters. Oh yeah, I nearly forgot to tell you. This was in modern Alaska, approximately. For some of it. Shooting flames while standing on ice... yeah, bad idea. The only way it could have been better is if we rode whales. Oh wait, we did.
Anyway, that's all for today. So tell people about this. I want to have my readers try and fill in the gaps on my posts. How do YOU think we rode whales?
Anyway, that's all for today. So tell people about this. I want to have my readers try and fill in the gaps on my posts. How do YOU think we rode whales?
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Gangs, Ninjas, A Moon, and Mother
So obviously I'm not posting everyday anymore. Reporting EVERY single dream in this high detail every night gets so tedious, especially when there are other things I want/need to do in my limited hours here. One of which was making a facebook page for this (Yes, I really HAD to do that). Check it out here: http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/I-Dreamed-A-Reality/
Like it, share it, all the good stuff. I want more people to be reading this. Makes all my troubles at least not seem so unnoticed...
Okay, a few highlights from the last couple of weeks. 1930's gangwars. Except... they were world wide and went into the 60's. It wasn't entirely my fault either!
Ninjas. Kansas. No rainbows. And Canadians. That one still leaves me wondering...
The Japanese came in again. They were the first ones to the moon. And they started World War III. In 2034. Technology was a little behind... at least in terms of the space race. The Americans never made it in, the Russians barely.
Imagine a Skynet called Mother. A good Skynet. Until it gets hacked. More high calibre weapons for me!
That's pretty much the good stuff so far. I'll probably be doing short posts like this more often.
Anyway, comment, share, TELL PEOPLE!
Like it, share it, all the good stuff. I want more people to be reading this. Makes all my troubles at least not seem so unnoticed...
Okay, a few highlights from the last couple of weeks. 1930's gangwars. Except... they were world wide and went into the 60's. It wasn't entirely my fault either!
Ninjas. Kansas. No rainbows. And Canadians. That one still leaves me wondering...
The Japanese came in again. They were the first ones to the moon. And they started World War III. In 2034. Technology was a little behind... at least in terms of the space race. The Americans never made it in, the Russians barely.
Imagine a Skynet called Mother. A good Skynet. Until it gets hacked. More high calibre weapons for me!
That's pretty much the good stuff so far. I'll probably be doing short posts like this more often.
Anyway, comment, share, TELL PEOPLE!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
High Calibre
I haven't been around a computer recently. I was starting to get confused between this reality and my... other realities. I traveled into the mountains for a few days (to also practice some things). As you can probably guess, I went someplace new each time. These were all more recent though. You could probably guess by the title. And maybe even from the change in style of the blog (notice the new background?)
There are to many places to tell you about, but I'll tell you about the one that had the biggest impact.
The world had been split up into two basic types of people 1) those who were very wealthy, had better technology, little land, limited resources, and a love for shiny things then 2) those who didn't have quite as much monetary wealth, lesser education on average, vast tracks of land, loads of raw resources, and a love for explosions and, um... high calibre weapons. There were two solid factions or anything, but several dozen countries of varying sizes. There was a basic divide between money/science/politics vs resources/military/power. Every country leaned towards one grouping or another, and countries of similar type lived in closer proximity to each other. For awhile they still fought each other, but as time went on, the two types became more extreme.
The former had, as I said, less land and resources but made up for it in advanced technology (plasma/laser type weapons, basic shields and cloaks, advanced flight, very energy effecient, ect.) They also had a very democratic type goverment, since most of the countries were small enough for that to work. I will simply call these the Strategists, because that is what they were called during the war.
The latter type had much, much more land (some of the smaller countries were as big as several other Stategist countries) and undeterminable amounts of raw resources. To make up for their lack of science know-how, they made guns that shot very big bullets and explosives very fast; and they made very tough armor by strapping lots of metal to things. They relied heavily on numbers and firepower to win. Most had a very fuedal type of goverment. I will call them the Warlords, as they were called during the war.
There were different alliances and minor wars between all countries at first, but as the lines between Strategist and Warlord type increased, countries similar to each other began to put aside their differences to fight countries that may have even been on the other side of the planet. Similar countries made more and more alliances; they formed large coallitions. Coallitions began allying with each other. Before long, there were only two sides. I came in during the period where the last Coallitions allied. When I came into the scene, there were seven major Alliances. Within three months, there were only two. It wasn't long before the two sides clashed.
The Warlords began impressing any abled body person to train in the military. They had five branches, known as Sea Force (essentially the Navy), Air Force (take a guess), Common Force (Army, where I was drafted into), Attack Force (Marines; are you getting tired of "Force" in every branch name too?), and the Suicide Force (was originally called the Space Force, but space technology for military purposes is so expermintal that if you join, you would likely die). We were given loads of body armor, ammo, explosives, guns, vehicles, boosters (chemical stimulants), and pretty much any other type of military equipment that spoke "Brute Force". I once even used a gun mounted to a tri-barrell tank (yes, you read that right. And each barrell was about a foot in diameter) that fired shotgun rounds filled with ARMOR PIERCING EXPLOSIVE BUCKSHOT at a rate of 2,000 rounds a minute! And this was a single barrell gun too, not even a gatlin gun type (which they had upto 27 barrells on). There were SO many large guns there I could go on about them for days. But I'll tell you about one of my favorites.
My favorite was invented to be able to take out quick, cloaked, shielded, heavily armored enemy vehicles with one shot while barey having to aim. The gun was so deadly that we had to invent an entire robotic exoskeleton just to hold and fire the thing. It was ILLEGAL to fire this gun when not inside the suit. And the suit was 12 feet tall and weighed 3 tons. If you fired it while in anything smaller, you could kill yourself and everyone around you. It wasn't even legal to fire on a normal battlefield. Andbody withen half a mile without serious ear protection would go deaf. Any one within several hundred feet of the gun barrell without major body armor would die from the shock of the blast. Any within one hundred feet of the barrel would be RIPPED APART by the blast! And anything that wasn't ripped apart would be lit on fire if within fifty feet of the barrel. The gun itself weighed over 400 pounds. Each round weighed from 10-70 pounds. The rounds were filled with the most advanced explosive powder they had. And the actual bullets were worse.
The best part is, I got to use one! Myself and two others were loaded up in the suits with about 100 shots each and dropped into enemy territory. We landed in the middle of a street, houses on each side. I fired the first shot, and every house on the entire street, even those BEHIND ME, were obliterated. In order for the suits to stand the power of holding and firing the gun we had to make them incredibably tough. So tough, in fact, the Strategists could hardly ever kill them. We heard that they were working on a secret weapon to combat ours, and my little group was sent to destroy the facility working on it. We were blasting through wave after wave of defenses when suddenly I woke up. I think we had been to late to stop them developing their secret weapon. If I'm right, we just gave them test subjects...
There are to many places to tell you about, but I'll tell you about the one that had the biggest impact.
The world had been split up into two basic types of people 1) those who were very wealthy, had better technology, little land, limited resources, and a love for shiny things then 2) those who didn't have quite as much monetary wealth, lesser education on average, vast tracks of land, loads of raw resources, and a love for explosions and, um... high calibre weapons. There were two solid factions or anything, but several dozen countries of varying sizes. There was a basic divide between money/science/politics vs resources/military/power. Every country leaned towards one grouping or another, and countries of similar type lived in closer proximity to each other. For awhile they still fought each other, but as time went on, the two types became more extreme.
The former had, as I said, less land and resources but made up for it in advanced technology (plasma/laser type weapons, basic shields and cloaks, advanced flight, very energy effecient, ect.) They also had a very democratic type goverment, since most of the countries were small enough for that to work. I will simply call these the Strategists, because that is what they were called during the war.
The latter type had much, much more land (some of the smaller countries were as big as several other Stategist countries) and undeterminable amounts of raw resources. To make up for their lack of science know-how, they made guns that shot very big bullets and explosives very fast; and they made very tough armor by strapping lots of metal to things. They relied heavily on numbers and firepower to win. Most had a very fuedal type of goverment. I will call them the Warlords, as they were called during the war.
There were different alliances and minor wars between all countries at first, but as the lines between Strategist and Warlord type increased, countries similar to each other began to put aside their differences to fight countries that may have even been on the other side of the planet. Similar countries made more and more alliances; they formed large coallitions. Coallitions began allying with each other. Before long, there were only two sides. I came in during the period where the last Coallitions allied. When I came into the scene, there were seven major Alliances. Within three months, there were only two. It wasn't long before the two sides clashed.
The Warlords began impressing any abled body person to train in the military. They had five branches, known as Sea Force (essentially the Navy), Air Force (take a guess), Common Force (Army, where I was drafted into), Attack Force (Marines; are you getting tired of "Force" in every branch name too?), and the Suicide Force (was originally called the Space Force, but space technology for military purposes is so expermintal that if you join, you would likely die). We were given loads of body armor, ammo, explosives, guns, vehicles, boosters (chemical stimulants), and pretty much any other type of military equipment that spoke "Brute Force". I once even used a gun mounted to a tri-barrell tank (yes, you read that right. And each barrell was about a foot in diameter) that fired shotgun rounds filled with ARMOR PIERCING EXPLOSIVE BUCKSHOT at a rate of 2,000 rounds a minute! And this was a single barrell gun too, not even a gatlin gun type (which they had upto 27 barrells on). There were SO many large guns there I could go on about them for days. But I'll tell you about one of my favorites.
My favorite was invented to be able to take out quick, cloaked, shielded, heavily armored enemy vehicles with one shot while barey having to aim. The gun was so deadly that we had to invent an entire robotic exoskeleton just to hold and fire the thing. It was ILLEGAL to fire this gun when not inside the suit. And the suit was 12 feet tall and weighed 3 tons. If you fired it while in anything smaller, you could kill yourself and everyone around you. It wasn't even legal to fire on a normal battlefield. Andbody withen half a mile without serious ear protection would go deaf. Any one within several hundred feet of the gun barrell without major body armor would die from the shock of the blast. Any within one hundred feet of the barrel would be RIPPED APART by the blast! And anything that wasn't ripped apart would be lit on fire if within fifty feet of the barrel. The gun itself weighed over 400 pounds. Each round weighed from 10-70 pounds. The rounds were filled with the most advanced explosive powder they had. And the actual bullets were worse.
The best part is, I got to use one! Myself and two others were loaded up in the suits with about 100 shots each and dropped into enemy territory. We landed in the middle of a street, houses on each side. I fired the first shot, and every house on the entire street, even those BEHIND ME, were obliterated. In order for the suits to stand the power of holding and firing the gun we had to make them incredibably tough. So tough, in fact, the Strategists could hardly ever kill them. We heard that they were working on a secret weapon to combat ours, and my little group was sent to destroy the facility working on it. We were blasting through wave after wave of defenses when suddenly I woke up. I think we had been to late to stop them developing their secret weapon. If I'm right, we just gave them test subjects...
Saturday, April 2, 2011
A King is Chosen
I decided to finally finish (or at least continue) my story in Sparta. I haven't been on in two days though, sorry about that. Yesterday my entire family was sick (and are still recovering). All my research and blogging time went down the drain. We almost had to bring one of them to the Emergancy Room. Yet I was fine, since I had been living different since I came back my first night.
So the night of my last blog I think I went into a Lord of the Rings type world. I helped a group of villages fend off orcs for several months. Those orcs were so easy, but there were so many. Their arrows are a pain though. They may not be accurate or go very far, but they are heavy and barbed. A large, crude arrow head attached to a thick shaft stuck in your flesh is no fun. Especially when you have seven of them in you at once (wanna take a guess as to when I left?). I helped the villagers make better weapons, but I really wish I had known how to make an English Longbow. Or at least had been able to find some elves with their bows, if I actually was in Middle Earth that is.
These villagers did not have the philosophy nor the strength and training to live up to the Spartan standards of training I had originally taught them. So I had to put more emphasis on long range combat (bows, spears, catapults, ect.) ambushes, daily drills and formations, and other stuff. I couldn't teach them to make an unbreakable shield wall, but I could teach them to get in ranks and hold for awhile. They weren't soldiers, after all; but just normal people. Had my Spartans been there, it would have seemed almost like a typical training day every time we fought the orcs. Pretty darn easy. Many would likely prefer to go out and get a few dozen orc skulls than stay at the villages training, because gatherings skulls would be so much easier. But... I didn't have my Spartans, so I had to do the best I could with the villagers.
Now, speaking of Spartans, and since I called this post "A King is Chosen", I should get to the rest of my first story now. I left off, I believe, where I became the leader of a "squad". As I said, we did training "games" with and against other squads. Also against the helots. As the years went by, I became parts of bigger groups. Became a better soldier. And fought in real battles. By the time I became a full fledged soldier (a few years after I turned 30), I was the main war leader in Sparta. Even the kings looked to me much of the time, and they were the traditional war leaders.
Since the Greek City States were almost always in a state of war, it gave us Spartans plenty of time to relax from training. One of the Kings decided to do so as well. He lead an attack on Athens, bringing me with him believing I would greatly increase their chances. Otherwise he might never had attacked Athens head on like this. And increase their chances I did... I just didn't increase the King's chances. He died in battle, on the front line, by my side. His name was Leonidas. Some of you may recongize this name.
With Athens under our control, we thought no one could beat us. However, we forgot the Persians. While we made war with our neighbors, they Persians had been making threats towards all of Greece. We overlooked and ignored them. And the last time they had attacked, at the battle of Marathon, the ATHENIANS had managed to drive them back. If the Athens could stop a Persian attack, why couldn't we Spartans? We sat back happily and conquerored city after city. Then word came of the Persians finally coming. And since we took Athens and the other King died, I was chosen to take his place. I had even killed the messenger from the Persians asking for our allegience.
We decided to hold them off at a narrow pass between the mountains and the sea; a place called Thermopylae. Yes, the same place Leonidas historically held of the Persians. But I had changed things here. There were not the estimated 200,000-800,000 Persians vs 7,000 Greeks, including Leonidas and his 300 Spartans. No. This time, There were 2,000,000 Persians. We heard of them gathering troops for years, but never cared. The more Sparta conquerored and the stronger we became, the bigger Persia made her armies. And the worst part, I had the same difficulty gathering troops that Leonidas historically had. The Persians came during the Olymic games, as well as the Spartan festival of Carneia. A war festival, pretty much. And each one of these events prevented any military action during their course. And two of them at the same time was even worse. When I said we should gather forces to stop the Persians, every Greek said it would bring upon us the curses of the gods.
I told them the gods will have no one to curse or bless if the Persians were allowed to invade. Who would offer them sacrifices if all of the the Greeks lay dead? I told them that if the gods did not want me to go with my armies, than they may stop me. I challenged the gods to stop me. And nothing happened.
I gathered over 100,000 soldiers. Including over 10,000 Spartans. The Persians stood no chance. After a week of fighting, they began to retreat. We chased them. We hunted them. We slaughtered them. It was whispered among the Persians that I was our Greek god of war, Ares. They thought the very gods of the Greeks were fighting against them. Persia was the first empire to fall to Sparta. And it was not the last.
Now after all this, you can see what I thought of some orcs. I fought them for months, and it was to easy. Then one day I simply woke up. Last night was different though. I was gone only a week. I stayed just long enough to prevent the Cold War going Hot. All I had to do was keep the Americans from assassinating whoever was in charge of the U.S.S.R. That was pretty simple.
Well, that's all for today.
So the night of my last blog I think I went into a Lord of the Rings type world. I helped a group of villages fend off orcs for several months. Those orcs were so easy, but there were so many. Their arrows are a pain though. They may not be accurate or go very far, but they are heavy and barbed. A large, crude arrow head attached to a thick shaft stuck in your flesh is no fun. Especially when you have seven of them in you at once (wanna take a guess as to when I left?). I helped the villagers make better weapons, but I really wish I had known how to make an English Longbow. Or at least had been able to find some elves with their bows, if I actually was in Middle Earth that is.
These villagers did not have the philosophy nor the strength and training to live up to the Spartan standards of training I had originally taught them. So I had to put more emphasis on long range combat (bows, spears, catapults, ect.) ambushes, daily drills and formations, and other stuff. I couldn't teach them to make an unbreakable shield wall, but I could teach them to get in ranks and hold for awhile. They weren't soldiers, after all; but just normal people. Had my Spartans been there, it would have seemed almost like a typical training day every time we fought the orcs. Pretty darn easy. Many would likely prefer to go out and get a few dozen orc skulls than stay at the villages training, because gatherings skulls would be so much easier. But... I didn't have my Spartans, so I had to do the best I could with the villagers.
Now, speaking of Spartans, and since I called this post "A King is Chosen", I should get to the rest of my first story now. I left off, I believe, where I became the leader of a "squad". As I said, we did training "games" with and against other squads. Also against the helots. As the years went by, I became parts of bigger groups. Became a better soldier. And fought in real battles. By the time I became a full fledged soldier (a few years after I turned 30), I was the main war leader in Sparta. Even the kings looked to me much of the time, and they were the traditional war leaders.
Since the Greek City States were almost always in a state of war, it gave us Spartans plenty of time to relax from training. One of the Kings decided to do so as well. He lead an attack on Athens, bringing me with him believing I would greatly increase their chances. Otherwise he might never had attacked Athens head on like this. And increase their chances I did... I just didn't increase the King's chances. He died in battle, on the front line, by my side. His name was Leonidas. Some of you may recongize this name.
With Athens under our control, we thought no one could beat us. However, we forgot the Persians. While we made war with our neighbors, they Persians had been making threats towards all of Greece. We overlooked and ignored them. And the last time they had attacked, at the battle of Marathon, the ATHENIANS had managed to drive them back. If the Athens could stop a Persian attack, why couldn't we Spartans? We sat back happily and conquerored city after city. Then word came of the Persians finally coming. And since we took Athens and the other King died, I was chosen to take his place. I had even killed the messenger from the Persians asking for our allegience.
We decided to hold them off at a narrow pass between the mountains and the sea; a place called Thermopylae. Yes, the same place Leonidas historically held of the Persians. But I had changed things here. There were not the estimated 200,000-800,000 Persians vs 7,000 Greeks, including Leonidas and his 300 Spartans. No. This time, There were 2,000,000 Persians. We heard of them gathering troops for years, but never cared. The more Sparta conquerored and the stronger we became, the bigger Persia made her armies. And the worst part, I had the same difficulty gathering troops that Leonidas historically had. The Persians came during the Olymic games, as well as the Spartan festival of Carneia. A war festival, pretty much. And each one of these events prevented any military action during their course. And two of them at the same time was even worse. When I said we should gather forces to stop the Persians, every Greek said it would bring upon us the curses of the gods.
I told them the gods will have no one to curse or bless if the Persians were allowed to invade. Who would offer them sacrifices if all of the the Greeks lay dead? I told them that if the gods did not want me to go with my armies, than they may stop me. I challenged the gods to stop me. And nothing happened.
I gathered over 100,000 soldiers. Including over 10,000 Spartans. The Persians stood no chance. After a week of fighting, they began to retreat. We chased them. We hunted them. We slaughtered them. It was whispered among the Persians that I was our Greek god of war, Ares. They thought the very gods of the Greeks were fighting against them. Persia was the first empire to fall to Sparta. And it was not the last.
Now after all this, you can see what I thought of some orcs. I fought them for months, and it was to easy. Then one day I simply woke up. Last night was different though. I was gone only a week. I stayed just long enough to prevent the Cold War going Hot. All I had to do was keep the Americans from assassinating whoever was in charge of the U.S.S.R. That was pretty simple.
Well, that's all for today.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
More and more stories
I realize I didn't tell you where I went yesterday night. Well, imagine that Renianscance scenario in 13th century Europe. Pretty much the same stuff. When I got back I realized I should study up more to make things easier.
Remember how I said I studied gunpowder and electricity? I studied all sorts of things, such as metallurgy too. Well, guess what? I come into a stoneage society of warring tribes. Knowing how to use electricity did me a lot of good there! However, it was a good refresher into the good old days where I was in Sparta. I started with a tribe though. But I trained them similarly; and equipped them best I could. I did figure out how to forge some bronze and iron, which REALLY helped. I ended up with blacksmiths by the third year. I was there a total of about five.
Things were really interesting. Most of the tribes (including mine) were hunter/gatherer. You can only imagine their fitness level! The simple society made my first year of learning the language very easy compared to others. I made it up to them by teaching them how to make better weapons, tools, houses, clothes, ect. The battles were quite something too. 30 of my guys versus well over 100 of others at times. When I left, I had complete conrol of all the land I could see when I stood on this large hill. We were all on a giant plane type area, so a big hill in the middle allows you to see far. It was great!
BUT MY STUDIES DID NO GOOD! I should learn to study in a broader area. Guerilla warfare would do good. If I ever come to a place like this again.
Remember how I said I studied gunpowder and electricity? I studied all sorts of things, such as metallurgy too. Well, guess what? I come into a stoneage society of warring tribes. Knowing how to use electricity did me a lot of good there! However, it was a good refresher into the good old days where I was in Sparta. I started with a tribe though. But I trained them similarly; and equipped them best I could. I did figure out how to forge some bronze and iron, which REALLY helped. I ended up with blacksmiths by the third year. I was there a total of about five.
Things were really interesting. Most of the tribes (including mine) were hunter/gatherer. You can only imagine their fitness level! The simple society made my first year of learning the language very easy compared to others. I made it up to them by teaching them how to make better weapons, tools, houses, clothes, ect. The battles were quite something too. 30 of my guys versus well over 100 of others at times. When I left, I had complete conrol of all the land I could see when I stood on this large hill. We were all on a giant plane type area, so a big hill in the middle allows you to see far. It was great!
BUT MY STUDIES DID NO GOOD! I should learn to study in a broader area. Guerilla warfare would do good. If I ever come to a place like this again.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
History
Sorry I haven't posted anything today. I've been studying lots of history. And some science. I want to be as far ahead tonight when I leave. I've already studied different types of gunpowder, to supplement my previous experience. I also studied electricity and different ways of making it, never know when that may come in handy.
Been studying old war strategies, different inventions, and so much other stuff. My mind is a little overwhelmed. Whatever happens tonight, wherever I go, I want to be prepared.
Now, I must continue. I will try and say more tomorrow.
Been studying old war strategies, different inventions, and so much other stuff. My mind is a little overwhelmed. Whatever happens tonight, wherever I go, I want to be prepared.
Now, I must continue. I will try and say more tomorrow.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Five score and seven years ago...
Okay, I went back farther than that. It was the American Civil War this time! Well... not quite. I actually came in about 50 years before the scene. Everything was different. Napoleon had won the war against England long ago. America had expanded into Canada because the British Empire no longer existed. And, there was no Abe Lincoln or the Gettysburg address. I just felt like giving this post that title in his honor.
This time around, the south was still fighting for slaves, but the north was actually those up in Canada. They pretty much stayed out of it. However, those in between were the ones fighting hard against slavery. And I actually came in the picture a few days before the first major fight. There was a town halfway between the South and the Middle (seriously, that's what they were called. Middlers). A slave had committed a crime and was about to be hanged for it as though he were a normal man, according to the laws of the Middlers. However, the slave's owner believed they couldn't do that to his "property". The slave was hanged, and a fight ensued. And since staying neutral meant being in the Middle... I helped fight against slavery this time (though I had taken thousands, no, probably more like tens of thousands of war prisoners in the past and made them slaves).
As you could hopefully guess, my experience with guns went really far. When the war started, the common weapon was a matchlock musket (takes a long time to reload, inaccurate beyond 50 meters or so, and unreliable), and within the first year we had something reminiscent of the M1 Gerand. Cannons took a leap... or at least the range and accuracy of their ammo did. And their explosive payload. They went from five pound cannon balls to, well, in some cases 100 pound flying bombs. I even made some body armor, could stop a pistol dead. And a rifle from longer out.
But as it turned out, the South was more usefull to the North then the Middle was (yeah, I'm confused too. Still am). So we ended up being attacked from above and below. Talk about trying to cut out the Middle man. Anyway, lots of big explosions, gunfights, trench wars; basically a combination of what I had done before. I never got to find out who won though. I was watching some troops march back into a city after a major victory when I woke up.
I'll continue on my story of my time in Sparta another time. Maybe tomorrow. When I get more people to read it...
This time around, the south was still fighting for slaves, but the north was actually those up in Canada. They pretty much stayed out of it. However, those in between were the ones fighting hard against slavery. And I actually came in the picture a few days before the first major fight. There was a town halfway between the South and the Middle (seriously, that's what they were called. Middlers). A slave had committed a crime and was about to be hanged for it as though he were a normal man, according to the laws of the Middlers. However, the slave's owner believed they couldn't do that to his "property". The slave was hanged, and a fight ensued. And since staying neutral meant being in the Middle... I helped fight against slavery this time (though I had taken thousands, no, probably more like tens of thousands of war prisoners in the past and made them slaves).
As you could hopefully guess, my experience with guns went really far. When the war started, the common weapon was a matchlock musket (takes a long time to reload, inaccurate beyond 50 meters or so, and unreliable), and within the first year we had something reminiscent of the M1 Gerand. Cannons took a leap... or at least the range and accuracy of their ammo did. And their explosive payload. They went from five pound cannon balls to, well, in some cases 100 pound flying bombs. I even made some body armor, could stop a pistol dead. And a rifle from longer out.
But as it turned out, the South was more usefull to the North then the Middle was (yeah, I'm confused too. Still am). So we ended up being attacked from above and below. Talk about trying to cut out the Middle man. Anyway, lots of big explosions, gunfights, trench wars; basically a combination of what I had done before. I never got to find out who won though. I was watching some troops march back into a city after a major victory when I woke up.
I'll continue on my story of my time in Sparta another time. Maybe tomorrow. When I get more people to read it...
Monday, March 28, 2011
Sleep...
Yeah, staying up for two days isn't as easy as I thought. As it got dark last night, I slipped. But I wasn't gone very long this time; less than a month in fact. This time I came to a modern looking city. Then was nearly trampled by a bunch of kids running from the cops. I was stunned at what happened and the kids ran past, so the police dragged me away. Once I was at the station they decided I was innocent (no one recognized me), so they let me go. Before long I realized that there was a war going on between the police and drug gangs. The city was starting to get a bad rep for it. Drug addicts and drug dealers were actually coming from across the country, and even across the world, to have easy access the drugs and money with little resistance from local authorities. At least one cop died every week. For once, I realized what I needed to do during my first day.
This is actually another great place where my very long stay as a Spartan helped out. After I finished the year of survival training, I got to come back. I was rewarded, properly, for doing so well. My reward? I was considered a real man, warrior, and Spartan. A full fledged citizen. And as such it was my duty to make war. I continued training and become the leader of a "squad" like band of other young spartans. My squad, and others like them, would conduct training missions against each other (as usual, often resulting in deaths), and even skirmishes/small wars with the local helots. Here we learned to fight as a small, cohesive group. Almost like special forces. And in the ancient world, that's what we were. Every Spartan soldier was an elite warrior, just as a special forces soldier. Imagine a city state where every male citizen was an elite Navy Seal or something. These guys were tough.
So, from my experience leading this squad, and later larger groups, I managed to start leading the police forces as well. I began intense physical training for both me and them as well. Because of my previous experience in strength, I made gains very fast. I was able to wear full body armor and equipment and still sprint... even do parkour. This made the frequent gunfights very easy. The cops would do their normal fighting while I climbed up the side of a building and landed behind the druggies ranks.
I remember one time very well (it feels like last week to me). There were tree cars on a street outside of an alley that was packed with druggies who had robbed a bank, and all of their junk the used for cover (old cars, dumpsters, ect.) They even had a concrete barricade at the entrance of the alley. When the police cars were in position, they all got out and ran for cover (me and the cops). I told them a plan I had just thought of, then ran off to do it. Charging right for the center of the alley, I leaped up on the barricade the sprang forward while actually flipping backwards. As I was in the air, I took out six gangsters hiding behind their cover. I landed and continued moving forward. When my pistols were empty, I took a shot gun off a guy as he was falling (I had just slit his throat with another gangsters knife). From there it wasn't long before I was at the end of the alley. All of the gangsters were now facing me, away from the entrance to the alley. The cops came in easily and arrested any who were still alive (there were no wounded). 13 arrested and 22 dead. This was NOT my fist fight.
On the way back to the station, I saw blood coming out of my armor. When we arrived, I took it off and found some buck shot had made it through multiple parts of my armor and was stuck under my skin. We removed all the shot promptly (or rather, I took out my knife and did so). A bullet had also peirced my arm, right through the bicep. It seemed like a fairly small hole, all things considered. That was the most exciting point yet in this travel. I awoke a few days later.
This is actually another great place where my very long stay as a Spartan helped out. After I finished the year of survival training, I got to come back. I was rewarded, properly, for doing so well. My reward? I was considered a real man, warrior, and Spartan. A full fledged citizen. And as such it was my duty to make war. I continued training and become the leader of a "squad" like band of other young spartans. My squad, and others like them, would conduct training missions against each other (as usual, often resulting in deaths), and even skirmishes/small wars with the local helots. Here we learned to fight as a small, cohesive group. Almost like special forces. And in the ancient world, that's what we were. Every Spartan soldier was an elite warrior, just as a special forces soldier. Imagine a city state where every male citizen was an elite Navy Seal or something. These guys were tough.
So, from my experience leading this squad, and later larger groups, I managed to start leading the police forces as well. I began intense physical training for both me and them as well. Because of my previous experience in strength, I made gains very fast. I was able to wear full body armor and equipment and still sprint... even do parkour. This made the frequent gunfights very easy. The cops would do their normal fighting while I climbed up the side of a building and landed behind the druggies ranks.
I remember one time very well (it feels like last week to me). There were tree cars on a street outside of an alley that was packed with druggies who had robbed a bank, and all of their junk the used for cover (old cars, dumpsters, ect.) They even had a concrete barricade at the entrance of the alley. When the police cars were in position, they all got out and ran for cover (me and the cops). I told them a plan I had just thought of, then ran off to do it. Charging right for the center of the alley, I leaped up on the barricade the sprang forward while actually flipping backwards. As I was in the air, I took out six gangsters hiding behind their cover. I landed and continued moving forward. When my pistols were empty, I took a shot gun off a guy as he was falling (I had just slit his throat with another gangsters knife). From there it wasn't long before I was at the end of the alley. All of the gangsters were now facing me, away from the entrance to the alley. The cops came in easily and arrested any who were still alive (there were no wounded). 13 arrested and 22 dead. This was NOT my fist fight.
On the way back to the station, I saw blood coming out of my armor. When we arrived, I took it off and found some buck shot had made it through multiple parts of my armor and was stuck under my skin. We removed all the shot promptly (or rather, I took out my knife and did so). A bullet had also peirced my arm, right through the bicep. It seemed like a fairly small hole, all things considered. That was the most exciting point yet in this travel. I awoke a few days later.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Success!
I managed not to fall asleep last night! I stayed here the whole time! I'm tired though, so I'll keep this post short.
So where was I? Oh yeah, that stupid wolf. That thing supplied me with food for a month and some clothes. After that fight, and the initial few days of trying to recover from the cold and exertion (I don't care if I spelled that wrong), that winter wasn't really so bad. I had a wolf skin cloak going, and I had plenty of good meat (meaning the organs as well). At one point there were even some young helots who wanted revenge or something; wanted to rebel. I was, um... scouting a nearby little village of their's and over heard them. I decided to intervene for the sake of Sparta. That wolf cloak was died red from that night onward. I was feeling the power of a warrior. I felt ready for anything.
But right now, I don't. I just want to sleep. But I'm afraid if I do, I'll go somewhere else again. I saw something on lucid dreaming (a dream where you know you're dreaming, and strange things can happen), so I'll be reading more of that. Maybe I can find an answer to this. And stop it...
So where was I? Oh yeah, that stupid wolf. That thing supplied me with food for a month and some clothes. After that fight, and the initial few days of trying to recover from the cold and exertion (I don't care if I spelled that wrong), that winter wasn't really so bad. I had a wolf skin cloak going, and I had plenty of good meat (meaning the organs as well). At one point there were even some young helots who wanted revenge or something; wanted to rebel. I was, um... scouting a nearby little village of their's and over heard them. I decided to intervene for the sake of Sparta. That wolf cloak was died red from that night onward. I was feeling the power of a warrior. I felt ready for anything.
But right now, I don't. I just want to sleep. But I'm afraid if I do, I'll go somewhere else again. I saw something on lucid dreaming (a dream where you know you're dreaming, and strange things can happen), so I'll be reading more of that. Maybe I can find an answer to this. And stop it...
Saturday, March 26, 2011
NO!
It happened again! Once again I go to sleep in my bed to wake up in some other place. AHH!! I can't take this much longer! At least it doesn't feel so bad while I'm there. It's when I wake up back here that I become upset; because everything that is "real" I will only be able to live with for a short while. I might try to not go to sleep tonight. That might fix it. Hopefully...
Anyway, have any of you heard of the game Assassins Creed? The place I went to seemed an awful lot like that. I was in the Renaissance era. But I wasn't quite an assassin per se... more of I found myself amongst a poor part of the city filled with gangs. Yeah, apparently there were gangs then too. After the first few initial months of struggling to learn the language, the local gangs began to see value in some of my knowledge. Once I had learned to use the guns of the time (which were horrible even compared to the WWI rifles I was used to, by the way), I was essentially a pro. Even showed them how to make them better. I also had some skills in survival, stealth, sabotage, and other things from my years in Sparta. They taught me a few tricks as well, tricks more reminescant of the assassins creed game.
Now, there came a point in my Spartan training where I needed to learn survival skills. So to teach me, I was sent off for a year on my own with nothing but a tunic. And a whole... included winter. It was horrible. The first initial months weren't to bad. It was summer, after all. A little warm, but I could steal lots of honey and other food from the helots. I got in... conflicts with a few though. At this point, it wasn't my first time killing. But when winter actually came, things got hard. I had already, acquired, some basic tools (including a knife). It didn't do me a lot of good though when I was bathing in the cold water and a starved wolf attacked me. I ended up wrestling that thing in the freezing cold mountain water during the winter. After that day, I never complained about wrestling again. Or even full blown pankration. You try wrestling a wolf in a freezing river during the winter, while wearing nothing.
I just realized, I've been kinda jumping around in here, haven't I? Oh well, it's how I think now. I switch between these different worlds so much in my mind. I've already had my world, ancient greece, WWI, and now the Renaissance. It's starting not to matter now. I'm always somewhere. There is always something to do. It still seems like an awful lot though.
Now, back on track. I was in Rome. These gangs wanted power. I did too. They had only ever tried to gain power by taking over the domain of other gangs. I convinced them to look up; towards the rest of the city. I wanted all my trouble to be worth it. Since I had already been living in another world for over two years, I have to get something. One month later, we rose up. All as one. The underground of the entire city came together. We wanted Rome!
The trouble came while freerunning through the city. Apparently those extra good guns I helped make got in the hands of our enemies. I was leaping across a street (50 feet in the air between to buildings), when I saw someone in a window below me pointing a rifle. Next thing I know, there is a sharp pain in my shoulder, right above my heart. I land on the other roof and roll. That hurts my shoulder more. I stay there for several seconds, trying to breathe. I hear someone cock a pistol. I look up and there are two soldiers right in front of me. I leap up and barely avoid his bullet. Tiles underneath my feet shatter. I then land on the first shoulder and stab him, then take his sword and throw it at the other soldier. It sticks him to the roof. I then stood there, watching as I bled. My heart was racing; the blood would not stop. There was a fight going on below. A fight between my men and theirs. I charged, leaping off the building. It was wrestling the wolf all over again. This time though, instead of it being in a freezing winter, it was in a street filled with blood. And instead of being naked, I was coved loosely in torn, bloody rags. The clothes I wore were filled with bullet holes and cuts from blades. So was my flesh. And as the excitement reached it's peak, I woke up again.
Anyway, have any of you heard of the game Assassins Creed? The place I went to seemed an awful lot like that. I was in the Renaissance era. But I wasn't quite an assassin per se... more of I found myself amongst a poor part of the city filled with gangs. Yeah, apparently there were gangs then too. After the first few initial months of struggling to learn the language, the local gangs began to see value in some of my knowledge. Once I had learned to use the guns of the time (which were horrible even compared to the WWI rifles I was used to, by the way), I was essentially a pro. Even showed them how to make them better. I also had some skills in survival, stealth, sabotage, and other things from my years in Sparta. They taught me a few tricks as well, tricks more reminescant of the assassins creed game.
Now, there came a point in my Spartan training where I needed to learn survival skills. So to teach me, I was sent off for a year on my own with nothing but a tunic. And a whole... included winter. It was horrible. The first initial months weren't to bad. It was summer, after all. A little warm, but I could steal lots of honey and other food from the helots. I got in... conflicts with a few though. At this point, it wasn't my first time killing. But when winter actually came, things got hard. I had already, acquired, some basic tools (including a knife). It didn't do me a lot of good though when I was bathing in the cold water and a starved wolf attacked me. I ended up wrestling that thing in the freezing cold mountain water during the winter. After that day, I never complained about wrestling again. Or even full blown pankration. You try wrestling a wolf in a freezing river during the winter, while wearing nothing.
I just realized, I've been kinda jumping around in here, haven't I? Oh well, it's how I think now. I switch between these different worlds so much in my mind. I've already had my world, ancient greece, WWI, and now the Renaissance. It's starting not to matter now. I'm always somewhere. There is always something to do. It still seems like an awful lot though.
Now, back on track. I was in Rome. These gangs wanted power. I did too. They had only ever tried to gain power by taking over the domain of other gangs. I convinced them to look up; towards the rest of the city. I wanted all my trouble to be worth it. Since I had already been living in another world for over two years, I have to get something. One month later, we rose up. All as one. The underground of the entire city came together. We wanted Rome!
The trouble came while freerunning through the city. Apparently those extra good guns I helped make got in the hands of our enemies. I was leaping across a street (50 feet in the air between to buildings), when I saw someone in a window below me pointing a rifle. Next thing I know, there is a sharp pain in my shoulder, right above my heart. I land on the other roof and roll. That hurts my shoulder more. I stay there for several seconds, trying to breathe. I hear someone cock a pistol. I look up and there are two soldiers right in front of me. I leap up and barely avoid his bullet. Tiles underneath my feet shatter. I then land on the first shoulder and stab him, then take his sword and throw it at the other soldier. It sticks him to the roof. I then stood there, watching as I bled. My heart was racing; the blood would not stop. There was a fight going on below. A fight between my men and theirs. I charged, leaping off the building. It was wrestling the wolf all over again. This time though, instead of it being in a freezing winter, it was in a street filled with blood. And instead of being naked, I was coved loosely in torn, bloody rags. The clothes I wore were filled with bullet holes and cuts from blades. So was my flesh. And as the excitement reached it's peak, I woke up again.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Not again
I've spent the last several hours becoming reoriented. Remember how I said I was in 500 BC Greece last night? Yeah, I had meant to tell you more about that. But guess what happened instead? I went SOMEWHERE ELSE last night too! This time I think I was in World War I. I stayed there for several months. But I don't know, it was all a blur. All I can remember clearly, is it was hell. Some people would stand up for a second and their head would never come back down with their body. I would wake up to maggots in my bread. And I had it good! Others would wake up with maggots IN THEIR OPEN WOUNDS they recieved from guns and grenades!
Now to tell you a bit more about living in Greece. After being dragged back to Sparta as a slave, I was put to work as a farmer. The work that a "real" man couldn't do because he was in war. Anyway, a bit of history you might not know, but for a spartan youth to become a man he has to sneak out of the city one night and with his bare hands, kill a helot (a slave). Well, remember how I said I was a slave here? Yeah. Apparently one of the strongest youths came out one night, and picked me to try and slay. I was awaken in the night by someone picking up the rock I was using as a pillow (I was sleeping out on the ground, didn't have anywhere else). I looked up and he had it raised above his head, ready to slam it down on me. I launched my legs backwards up above and behind my head, nailing him in the gut. He went tumbling back, while dropping the rock on his foot. I got up, ran over there, and managed to choke him to death. Next morning, I thought the others were going to kill me. Instead, they rewarded me! By... taking me into the city and whipping me until I fainted.
You remember how I said last night I appeared in world war I? Luckily, I appeared behind british lines, so I didn't have the language barrier like last time in greece. However, there was their strange accent. And I swear, if someone mentions tea time one more time! WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FREAKING WARZONE! And all they could focus on were the tea rations. Wow... Also luckily for me though, all my years in Sparta started coming back to me. I would exercise regularly (yes, in a four foot tall trench I managed a full body exercise everyday). And my training also allowed me to sneak out regularly to get real food. I stole food from the officers on BOTH sides quite a lot. I did not expect them to have pork. That was a surprise. And bacon }:)
Now back to my "reward". I ended up finding out later, that this stupid whipping ceremony was actually what they did to all their kids in training. They would take all the kids being trained for war periodically, whether they were good or bad, and have them stand in front of these posts and whip them. They would whip them to see how long the kids could take it without making a sound. Those who fainted (like um... me) were considered weak. At least I managed not to cry out, like many I saw. But even if I had, they would have whipped me until I stopped. That's how they got the kids to shutup. If he misbehaved, they would beat him. If he cried out or made a sound, they would keep beating him until he stopped. Even if he fainted or died.
That, and the actual training was intense. My first day they brought me for pankration (possibly the oldest martial arts, but it didn't seem like an art. There were no rules), I saw one 10 year old boy KILL an older boy while practicing. And guess what, he was REWARDED FOR IT! Not like I had been, but an actual reward! And the boy that died? When his friend shed A SINGLE TEAR, he was beat. That boy couldn't walk for a week. But he never shed another tear, ever.
I was surprised when I left WWI. I was tired of sitting in the trenches, so I spoke to the general (it was HARD getting in contact with him). I convinced him to follow this plan of attack I had thought of (more experience from Sparta). The army spent the next several days getting ready. The day of the attack, I was partially awake, waiting for the sun to rise. Then I opened my eyes and was in my bed I had fell asleep in last night. I was almost shocked from all the change. As I said, I spent several hours reorienting myself. Now to go... do something meaningful. I don't want to go to sleep tonight. If this happens again...
Now to tell you a bit more about living in Greece. After being dragged back to Sparta as a slave, I was put to work as a farmer. The work that a "real" man couldn't do because he was in war. Anyway, a bit of history you might not know, but for a spartan youth to become a man he has to sneak out of the city one night and with his bare hands, kill a helot (a slave). Well, remember how I said I was a slave here? Yeah. Apparently one of the strongest youths came out one night, and picked me to try and slay. I was awaken in the night by someone picking up the rock I was using as a pillow (I was sleeping out on the ground, didn't have anywhere else). I looked up and he had it raised above his head, ready to slam it down on me. I launched my legs backwards up above and behind my head, nailing him in the gut. He went tumbling back, while dropping the rock on his foot. I got up, ran over there, and managed to choke him to death. Next morning, I thought the others were going to kill me. Instead, they rewarded me! By... taking me into the city and whipping me until I fainted.
You remember how I said last night I appeared in world war I? Luckily, I appeared behind british lines, so I didn't have the language barrier like last time in greece. However, there was their strange accent. And I swear, if someone mentions tea time one more time! WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FREAKING WARZONE! And all they could focus on were the tea rations. Wow... Also luckily for me though, all my years in Sparta started coming back to me. I would exercise regularly (yes, in a four foot tall trench I managed a full body exercise everyday). And my training also allowed me to sneak out regularly to get real food. I stole food from the officers on BOTH sides quite a lot. I did not expect them to have pork. That was a surprise. And bacon }:)
Now back to my "reward". I ended up finding out later, that this stupid whipping ceremony was actually what they did to all their kids in training. They would take all the kids being trained for war periodically, whether they were good or bad, and have them stand in front of these posts and whip them. They would whip them to see how long the kids could take it without making a sound. Those who fainted (like um... me) were considered weak. At least I managed not to cry out, like many I saw. But even if I had, they would have whipped me until I stopped. That's how they got the kids to shutup. If he misbehaved, they would beat him. If he cried out or made a sound, they would keep beating him until he stopped. Even if he fainted or died.
That, and the actual training was intense. My first day they brought me for pankration (possibly the oldest martial arts, but it didn't seem like an art. There were no rules), I saw one 10 year old boy KILL an older boy while practicing. And guess what, he was REWARDED FOR IT! Not like I had been, but an actual reward! And the boy that died? When his friend shed A SINGLE TEAR, he was beat. That boy couldn't walk for a week. But he never shed another tear, ever.
I was surprised when I left WWI. I was tired of sitting in the trenches, so I spoke to the general (it was HARD getting in contact with him). I convinced him to follow this plan of attack I had thought of (more experience from Sparta). The army spent the next several days getting ready. The day of the attack, I was partially awake, waiting for the sun to rise. Then I opened my eyes and was in my bed I had fell asleep in last night. I was almost shocked from all the change. As I said, I spent several hours reorienting myself. Now to go... do something meaningful. I don't want to go to sleep tonight. If this happens again...
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Am I awake?
Okay, you may have a hard time believing this, but 12 hours ago I was in 500 BC Greece. Either that or I still am, and am just dreaming.
I'm getting ahead of myself here, aren't I? Alright. When I remember back far enough, about 50 years for me, but probably yesterday for you, I was living a normal life. I did school, I hung out with friends, listened to music, all that good stuff. Unfortunately, I was a little to normal. A little smaller and weaker than the neighborhood bullies, a little dumber than the average kid my age, you know, all that stuff. But then I went to sleep last night:
It feels like it was so long ago. I remember waking up on the side of the road in nothing but a tunic. This wasn't a paved road in a city like what I was used to. This was a dirt road through a grass plain in site of the mountains. And I didn't just wake up on my own. I was picked up off the ground by this man yelling at me in some language I couldn't understand. He was really tall, muscular, and lean. He had three others following him, but these were smaller and weaker than him. I soon learned they were his slaves. And he was a Spartan Warrior...
Now I'm stuck wondering whether I'm dreaming or not as I type this. I lived a whole life in this other time, other world. I was an old man, now I'm a boy again. At a computer. This must be a dream. I hardly care about what I cared for yesterday. Can hardly remember any recent events. My mind is stuck in 500 BC. Is this just me getting over what's happened the last half century? I don't know. Am I awake even? Am I?
After I was rudely awaken, I was forced to live as a slave for several days. However, I guess that since I was so different (since before being woken up I was... awake here, in this world, or time, or whatever), they decided to see if I could make a warrior out of myself. I won't get into those details AT ALL! Yes, they were the most elite soldiers in history possibly, but if I told you what they did to get that tough no one would be allowed to read this blog. It's just that intense. And, as we see it now, inhumane. But it worked. And for the next decade, I was put through that. It was not fun.
Now to go contemplate what's real and what's not. I might do more tomorrow.
I'm getting ahead of myself here, aren't I? Alright. When I remember back far enough, about 50 years for me, but probably yesterday for you, I was living a normal life. I did school, I hung out with friends, listened to music, all that good stuff. Unfortunately, I was a little to normal. A little smaller and weaker than the neighborhood bullies, a little dumber than the average kid my age, you know, all that stuff. But then I went to sleep last night:
It feels like it was so long ago. I remember waking up on the side of the road in nothing but a tunic. This wasn't a paved road in a city like what I was used to. This was a dirt road through a grass plain in site of the mountains. And I didn't just wake up on my own. I was picked up off the ground by this man yelling at me in some language I couldn't understand. He was really tall, muscular, and lean. He had three others following him, but these were smaller and weaker than him. I soon learned they were his slaves. And he was a Spartan Warrior...
Now I'm stuck wondering whether I'm dreaming or not as I type this. I lived a whole life in this other time, other world. I was an old man, now I'm a boy again. At a computer. This must be a dream. I hardly care about what I cared for yesterday. Can hardly remember any recent events. My mind is stuck in 500 BC. Is this just me getting over what's happened the last half century? I don't know. Am I awake even? Am I?
After I was rudely awaken, I was forced to live as a slave for several days. However, I guess that since I was so different (since before being woken up I was... awake here, in this world, or time, or whatever), they decided to see if I could make a warrior out of myself. I won't get into those details AT ALL! Yes, they were the most elite soldiers in history possibly, but if I told you what they did to get that tough no one would be allowed to read this blog. It's just that intense. And, as we see it now, inhumane. But it worked. And for the next decade, I was put through that. It was not fun.
Now to go contemplate what's real and what's not. I might do more tomorrow.
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