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.

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?

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...

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...

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.