Today was my first and last performance with the Drama Club. With everything that's going on in my life right now, I needed to leave to get my shit in order and sort out my own personal matters. It's only been a few hours since I officially ended my tenure with them and I already miss them so dearly. I saw juniors crying cuz their beloved seniors leaving. (not me, the juniors weren't all that close to me, but they did start crying a little harder when I said I was leaving too.)
The performance was great, and no matter what anyone says, I say we did a bang up job. After the performance, I went down to the studio to see people crying and hugging. I finally revealed to those that didn't know (a lot of people didn't know) and got my fair share of hugs and goodbyes too. It really broke my heart to see just how badly leaving affected them.
Needless to say, tonight (the night of the performance) was filled with tweets and posts about how much we love the club and how we were gonna be reciting lines and quotes from the shows for the next few like weeks or so. I can honestly say I can't listen to my Halo 2 soundtrack without thinking of the performance and how much I miss the drama club. I was so proud of the juniors, they proved me oh-so-right when they showed just how talented and amazing they were. And the seniors, well what can I say? They performed with all the grace and commitment to character that one would expect from such seasoned and talented performers.
I hope the shit in my life blows over soon, cuz till it does I can't return. I don't know how I'll get through the week without all the craziness and oddities of drama that I've become so accustomed to in the past few months. Not being able to see them, to get my customary hugs that always make me that little bit better when I had a crap day. It's gonna be a long and hard ride to the day I get back, but I just hope when I do, there's still a spot with my name on it in the club. Cuz even though I'm no actor, I can't act at all, I've found a little bit of a home within this big bunch of nutty actors and actresses. And now that I've left, I count the days till I can come back.
It's not goodbye,
It's not even farewell,
It's just a "see you later" is all.
(Quoted by a friend who, sadly, had to leave as well.)
And I will see you all later, hopefully real soon.
I'll always be there for all of you if you guys need anything. So even when I'm gone, a small part of me will be there with you all. And the second you all need help, I'll be right there to lend a hand.
To any of you from drama that may read my blog in future, I love you guys so so much and I await that fateful day when this big teddy bear comes home.
Thursday, 16 August 2012
Saturday, 11 August 2012
City of Sin
I like songs like this in my darker moods, I've plenty more that are way heavier for when someone really pisses me off or I have a seriously shit week, but right now I'm in just a bad mood for no real reason, so here's something that isn't as heavy and in your face as some of my other music. It helped inspire my newest addition, Demonspawn (Check out the previous post)
Can't wait to continue that one. But I really gotta be in a dark mood to write it :/
Demonspawn
Ever heard of evil incarnate?
Ever thought it could exist in reality?
Guess what, sweetheart. It does exist. And I’m it.
Yeah, I’m a demon. Don’t sound so surprised, we’re everywhere. You poor mortals just don’t know it. That hot girl on the street? Yeah, a succubus. She’ll gladly do all the things you thought of doing to her in your head. But you won’t make it through the night alive, I’ll tell you that. Maybe those punks that stole your bike last week? Yeah, minions. They’re cheeky and hard to keep in one place at a time, but harmless most of the time. These few are the lesser demons. They’re no big deal. Most mortals don’t ever get the chance to worry about any of the bigger demons.
Well, that’s about to change a whole lot in a really short time…
My name’s Drakonika, well I was created with that name. Most people in the daylight call me Drake. Despite being only several hundred years old, I’m still schooling. No, I didn’t redo high school again and again for the fun of it, that’s just plain stupid. I could have done something more productive with my time. I spent the last three centuries in Hell, fighting and surviving. Finally, I got out. Yeah, I escaped Hell. Seriously, it’s not that hard. The gatekeeper’s a tough nut, but a good sword arm and three centuries of nothing but constant battle in the lowest levels of Hell do make for a good training regimen.
This mortal world is gonna take some getting used to, you can’t stab anyone and everyone here. There are “social conventions” and “laws” that don’t let you do the sort of stuff that is common practice in that Hellhole. Killing, maiming, stealing, all illegal. Stupid mortals. But I don’t want to call any attention to myself. If I get dragged back to Hell, I’ll be in for an eternity of the most miserable and torturous existence imaginable. In fact, not even something imaginable. Demons down there, especially the Painmasters, don’t have the mortal inhibitions of the mind. They are twisted, sick and sadistic beyond mortal comprehension. And I’m in for some of the worst of it if I was caught.
Imagine my horror when I find out a new Demon Lord has ascended. And he’s looking at some new property placement. MY property. Here, on Earth. By the time the Angels get down here to reclaim their “precious land” made for the race that was “flawed by choice but perfect in practice”, millions would be dead. Not to mention I’d not only lose my new home, but I’d get dragged back to Hell if his troops found my horns.
Not an option.
If you think this is gonna be a tale of how a demon finds the good inside him and sheds his horns for good to live happily ever after, I’d like to stop you right here and direct you over to another book. One with a happy ending and a nice, wholesome story. This is gonna be anything but wholesome. Shit is gonna hit the fan more than once. Blood and guts everywhere. Things are gonna go down in the worst ways. So if you made it this far and you’re ready for a story that is more realistic, as far as realistic goes with angels and demons for your mortal minds, then here you go boys and girls.
Demonspawn.
I sat on the ledge of the skyscraper, dressed in my customary full black, sword slung over my shoulder and throwing knives tucked away underneath my hoody. Being a demon, I only needed to eat and sleep once every few months, so that’s twelve hours of darkness to kill. What better way than to make use of the restless nature I was created with?
I hunt demons, other than myself. It’s like a strange sport that has developed within the earthbound demons’ community. With demons escaping left, right and centre from the Gates of Hell, we gotta keep the numbers down. If a demon deserves to live here on Earth, he’ll keep his head low and out of trouble’s way. But there’s always a numbskull or two that think their demonic strength, speed and powers make them gods. And if they attract attention to themselves, it’s not long before angels crack down on the city. Or worse, if hellknights do it. So we police ourselves. As soon as night falls, we hunt. Crime lords, petty criminals, terrorist cells, crooked businessman, paid-off politicians, all ripe for the picking. Sounds like I’m a goddamn saint for doing it right?
Well if getting paid in money and powers still counts for it, then yeah I’m a bonafide Mother Teresa.
Demons of desire often pay for the destruction or capture of souls. Some pay in mortal cash. A lot of it. Some pay in soul shards, a more… demonic form of currency. And some pay in demon essence. Rare essences extracted from a demon before death, only powerful demons are given powers and extracting the essence of one is no small feat. But absorbing it means all new abilities. Imagine that?
But those always come with a catch. You don’t hunt little snatch thieves or cripple a con-man for those. Hell no. Those contracts are usually put out on greater demons. Demons have multiple horn sets according to their caste.
No horns are pathetic weak demons like minions and grunts.
Two horns are ordinary, the bulk of the population of Hell, like myself.
Four horns are usually powerful warriors or hunters, accomplished in the art of killing.
Six usually denotes greater demons, they’ve been around for millennia.
Eight horns are Archdemons. Generals of the Demon lords. They could crush an army in the blink of an eye.
Ten horns are only reserved for Demon lords. Only three live. Four, now that there’s a newly ascended one. They have been clawing their way through Hell since the dawn of time.
Contracts with powers usually mean killing a greater demon. Not an easy task for a two-horn like myself.
My cell phone rang through my black jeans as the sounds of the ever-bustling city surrounded me.
“Drake, got a contract for you. Big pay off.”
“You’ve got my attention, as always. What’s the pay-off, Phil?”
“An essence. Pyrokinesis.”
“Woah woah woah, hold on. What’s the catch?”
“Six-horns. Before you say no, just hear me out alright?”
“You better be sending a small company along with me. Or maybe a couple of tanks.”
“The contract was put out ten minutes ago. Every Hunter within a five mile radius is gonna be running for this one.”
“So? If they’re tired of living, let em screw themselves over. I’m perfectly at ease not getting myself ripped limb from limb.”
“Or you could use this as your chance to take him whiles he’s weak.”
“Phil, that four-horn nearly ripped my head clean off my neck two weeks ago. You want me to risk a six-horn like him? He’ll erase my sorry ass from existence.”
“Alright, your choice. I’m not the hunter here. But its pyrokinesis, rare ability.”
I bit my lip, it would be worth it. Really worth it. It was a rare and powerful ability. Control of fire.
“I’ll do it. Upload the contract.”
“That’s my boy! The go-getter, the hunter, the eye of the tiger, the-“
“Dude, please shut up. I swear, say one more thing and the first thing I burn down is your house.”
Silence pervaded the call before the receiver on the other end clicked and the call ended.
Heh. Phil was always such a goof.
Ever thought it could exist in reality?
Guess what, sweetheart. It does exist. And I’m it.
Yeah, I’m a demon. Don’t sound so surprised, we’re everywhere. You poor mortals just don’t know it. That hot girl on the street? Yeah, a succubus. She’ll gladly do all the things you thought of doing to her in your head. But you won’t make it through the night alive, I’ll tell you that. Maybe those punks that stole your bike last week? Yeah, minions. They’re cheeky and hard to keep in one place at a time, but harmless most of the time. These few are the lesser demons. They’re no big deal. Most mortals don’t ever get the chance to worry about any of the bigger demons.
Well, that’s about to change a whole lot in a really short time…
My name’s Drakonika, well I was created with that name. Most people in the daylight call me Drake. Despite being only several hundred years old, I’m still schooling. No, I didn’t redo high school again and again for the fun of it, that’s just plain stupid. I could have done something more productive with my time. I spent the last three centuries in Hell, fighting and surviving. Finally, I got out. Yeah, I escaped Hell. Seriously, it’s not that hard. The gatekeeper’s a tough nut, but a good sword arm and three centuries of nothing but constant battle in the lowest levels of Hell do make for a good training regimen.
This mortal world is gonna take some getting used to, you can’t stab anyone and everyone here. There are “social conventions” and “laws” that don’t let you do the sort of stuff that is common practice in that Hellhole. Killing, maiming, stealing, all illegal. Stupid mortals. But I don’t want to call any attention to myself. If I get dragged back to Hell, I’ll be in for an eternity of the most miserable and torturous existence imaginable. In fact, not even something imaginable. Demons down there, especially the Painmasters, don’t have the mortal inhibitions of the mind. They are twisted, sick and sadistic beyond mortal comprehension. And I’m in for some of the worst of it if I was caught.
Imagine my horror when I find out a new Demon Lord has ascended. And he’s looking at some new property placement. MY property. Here, on Earth. By the time the Angels get down here to reclaim their “precious land” made for the race that was “flawed by choice but perfect in practice”, millions would be dead. Not to mention I’d not only lose my new home, but I’d get dragged back to Hell if his troops found my horns.
Not an option.
If you think this is gonna be a tale of how a demon finds the good inside him and sheds his horns for good to live happily ever after, I’d like to stop you right here and direct you over to another book. One with a happy ending and a nice, wholesome story. This is gonna be anything but wholesome. Shit is gonna hit the fan more than once. Blood and guts everywhere. Things are gonna go down in the worst ways. So if you made it this far and you’re ready for a story that is more realistic, as far as realistic goes with angels and demons for your mortal minds, then here you go boys and girls.
Demonspawn.
I sat on the ledge of the skyscraper, dressed in my customary full black, sword slung over my shoulder and throwing knives tucked away underneath my hoody. Being a demon, I only needed to eat and sleep once every few months, so that’s twelve hours of darkness to kill. What better way than to make use of the restless nature I was created with?
I hunt demons, other than myself. It’s like a strange sport that has developed within the earthbound demons’ community. With demons escaping left, right and centre from the Gates of Hell, we gotta keep the numbers down. If a demon deserves to live here on Earth, he’ll keep his head low and out of trouble’s way. But there’s always a numbskull or two that think their demonic strength, speed and powers make them gods. And if they attract attention to themselves, it’s not long before angels crack down on the city. Or worse, if hellknights do it. So we police ourselves. As soon as night falls, we hunt. Crime lords, petty criminals, terrorist cells, crooked businessman, paid-off politicians, all ripe for the picking. Sounds like I’m a goddamn saint for doing it right?
Well if getting paid in money and powers still counts for it, then yeah I’m a bonafide Mother Teresa.
Demons of desire often pay for the destruction or capture of souls. Some pay in mortal cash. A lot of it. Some pay in soul shards, a more… demonic form of currency. And some pay in demon essence. Rare essences extracted from a demon before death, only powerful demons are given powers and extracting the essence of one is no small feat. But absorbing it means all new abilities. Imagine that?
But those always come with a catch. You don’t hunt little snatch thieves or cripple a con-man for those. Hell no. Those contracts are usually put out on greater demons. Demons have multiple horn sets according to their caste.
No horns are pathetic weak demons like minions and grunts.
Two horns are ordinary, the bulk of the population of Hell, like myself.
Four horns are usually powerful warriors or hunters, accomplished in the art of killing.
Six usually denotes greater demons, they’ve been around for millennia.
Eight horns are Archdemons. Generals of the Demon lords. They could crush an army in the blink of an eye.
Ten horns are only reserved for Demon lords. Only three live. Four, now that there’s a newly ascended one. They have been clawing their way through Hell since the dawn of time.
Contracts with powers usually mean killing a greater demon. Not an easy task for a two-horn like myself.
My cell phone rang through my black jeans as the sounds of the ever-bustling city surrounded me.
“Drake, got a contract for you. Big pay off.”
“You’ve got my attention, as always. What’s the pay-off, Phil?”
“An essence. Pyrokinesis.”
“Woah woah woah, hold on. What’s the catch?”
“Six-horns. Before you say no, just hear me out alright?”
“You better be sending a small company along with me. Or maybe a couple of tanks.”
“The contract was put out ten minutes ago. Every Hunter within a five mile radius is gonna be running for this one.”
“So? If they’re tired of living, let em screw themselves over. I’m perfectly at ease not getting myself ripped limb from limb.”
“Or you could use this as your chance to take him whiles he’s weak.”
“Phil, that four-horn nearly ripped my head clean off my neck two weeks ago. You want me to risk a six-horn like him? He’ll erase my sorry ass from existence.”
“Alright, your choice. I’m not the hunter here. But its pyrokinesis, rare ability.”
I bit my lip, it would be worth it. Really worth it. It was a rare and powerful ability. Control of fire.
“I’ll do it. Upload the contract.”
“That’s my boy! The go-getter, the hunter, the eye of the tiger, the-“
“Dude, please shut up. I swear, say one more thing and the first thing I burn down is your house.”
Silence pervaded the call before the receiver on the other end clicked and the call ended.
Heh. Phil was always such a goof.
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
2.20am and I'm still awake...
Jesus, Mary and Joseph. It's 2.20am, I have a quiz at 8 and a presentation at noon. And I'm wide awake. And I am not even studying. Genius, aren't I?
Anyways, I have some story developments I should probably change. Because of these developments in Green Lantern lore that I wasn't aware of, I'll have to drastically change my Lantern story.
(Red Lantern's cannot love because their hearts are replaced by their rings, therefore falling in love while bonded to the ring = death) and (Red Lanterns cannot remove their rings on their own because their rings replace their hearts, the only way to safely remove a Red Power Ring is to have a Blue Lantern negate it, then it can be removed.)
God damn, right? Yeah, well looks like I have even more work ahead of me. FML.
On a side note, comment some nice names I can use in my stories would ya? Seriously any names will do, I just need ideas to name characters. Thanks, faithful readers!
If anyone reads this at all. Seriously guys, just comment would you? It feels like I'm writing to a wall, no one responds or anything. Just a little feedback or something to let me know PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ ALL THIS. Even a "hey, yeah we read this" would be appreciated. I mean if someone were to comment "this blog sucks" then, that's a different story ofcourse. If that's the case, fuck the hell off right now and don't come back =) BUT if you genuinely like this blog, let me know please? Seriously, a little positive feedback and encouragement from his dear readers goes a long way for a writer in terms of motivation to write.
Or ill just keep blogging and writing to no one in particular... :/
Anyways, I have some story developments I should probably change. Because of these developments in Green Lantern lore that I wasn't aware of, I'll have to drastically change my Lantern story.
(Red Lantern's cannot love because their hearts are replaced by their rings, therefore falling in love while bonded to the ring = death) and (Red Lanterns cannot remove their rings on their own because their rings replace their hearts, the only way to safely remove a Red Power Ring is to have a Blue Lantern negate it, then it can be removed.)
God damn, right? Yeah, well looks like I have even more work ahead of me. FML.
On a side note, comment some nice names I can use in my stories would ya? Seriously any names will do, I just need ideas to name characters. Thanks, faithful readers!
If anyone reads this at all. Seriously guys, just comment would you? It feels like I'm writing to a wall, no one responds or anything. Just a little feedback or something to let me know PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ ALL THIS. Even a "hey, yeah we read this" would be appreciated. I mean if someone were to comment "this blog sucks" then, that's a different story ofcourse. If that's the case, fuck the hell off right now and don't come back =) BUT if you genuinely like this blog, let me know please? Seriously, a little positive feedback and encouragement from his dear readers goes a long way for a writer in terms of motivation to write.
Or ill just keep blogging and writing to no one in particular... :/
Friday, 20 July 2012
A New Blog
Sorry about this long hiatus I'm gonna be going on, dear readers. But things in my personal life are really building up, a lot of which has to do with my parents. And without anyone I can really talk to now, well for now at least, I really find it hard to write or do anything productive. So I apologize to anyone who checks back often. I've put most of my writing into a new blog, it's private though. Anyone that wants to read it will have to get permission from me. Cuz the thoughts and feelings there are really personal and I can't have just anyone read them. It's just my one and only place to really vent cuz I really have no one to talk to now. Or at least for the time being, it's a long story there. So once again, to my faithful readers, I apologize. The Fragmented Storyteller will be back, no doubt about that. How long before he is, though... That's an entirely different story. Hehehe, different story, get it? Fragmented Storyteller?
Oh, shut up, I thought it was funny.
Oh, shut up, I thought it was funny.
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
Hey readers
I know nearly no one reads this blog, but to whoever does, I'll not be posting for a long while. School and other problems are coming up and I'm having trouble keeping up with them and writing as well. As such, I won't be posting for a long time. So to any of my regular readers, I'm sorry. Check back soon for more :) but not too soon, or you will be sadly disappointed...
Friday, 13 July 2012
A Lantern's Story
Hey there, faithful readers!
Yeah I know, no one reads this freaking blog. But on the off chance a random wanderer of the interwebs drops in to take a look, here's a little something for you.
I mentioned before in my intro that I loved the Green Lantern and the Blackest Night and Brightest Day stories. The idea of what could be millions or even billions of beings that have access to such a power by using a certain emotion always appealed to me. So much so that I wrote a story set way in the future of the DC Universe, where Lanterns like Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Guy Gardner and Kyle Rayner and idols of legend, heroes of a time long past. Perhaps I should elaborate more for my readers that do not read comics. In the beginning of time, there was only one light. The White Light of Creation. As sentient beings began populating the universe, they each discovered the ability to harness a particular part of the light spectrum with an emotion. Altogether, there are seven colours, just like the rainbow. Each Lantern's power is garnered by their emotions. The greater the emotion, the more powerful their constructs and powers are. Each colour represents a different emotion.
Red Lanterns are fuelled by their anger and rage.
Blue Lanterns are find strength in hope.
Green Lanterns draw their power from strength of will.
Violet Lanterns, or Star Sapphires, use love to power their abilities.
Indigo Lanterns utilize their compassion.
Yellow Lanterns draw strength from fear.
Finally, an Orange Lantern (there's only one) takes his power from avarice (greed).
Only two colours do not use emotions.
Black, which represents death.
And white, which represents life, naturally.
Each Lantern Corps has a different story to tell, but I won't get into that. If you want, you can go read the comics. You're here to read my story, right? So, here is the synopsis of my story so far. I'll be writing into a full story sometime in the future, so look out for that =)
Trouble once again brews in the universe and the Lantern Corps turn to the humans, the race of beings that produced said legends, in the hopes that they could once again save the universe from destroying itself. However, the four newly anointed Lanterns knew not of a fifth. A Red Lantern. Trouble ensues and this young Lantern's Power Ring is damaged in the battle. After watching his parents die and having his Power Ring damaged so badly that he could not maintain constructs or even flight for long without it shorting out, he turns his back on the other Lanterns, his friends.
Time goes by and this Red Lantern is forgotten. The Four become heroes, just like their predecessors. But this Red Lantern, left with no family or friends, wanders aimlessly. With a broken Power Ring and a broken spirit, he could not even create a construct with his Ring even if he wanted to. But his spirits perked up when he found a new Ring. One he had never seen before.
A Black Power Ring.
As soon as he wore the Ring, he felt the power coursing through him, different than his Red Power Ring, but it was power all the same. With his newly found power and a sinister force taking over his senses, all he wanted to do was to destroy. To annihilate. To bring the entire world that spurned him and broke him crumbling down around him. And with his new ring, he found new allies, raising an army of the dead. Each body risen was a new Black Lantern added to the ranks of his legion of the walking dead. The greatest perversion of his power was committed when he raised four new generals to match his former team mates.
Kyle Rayner
Guy Gardner
John Stewart
Hal Jordan
He raised four of the greatest Green Lanterns to ever live as his undead generals. And so begun the Second Black Lantern Crisis.
The Second Black Lantern Crisis ravaged entire galaxies. But the Four finally managed to confront the problem at it's source: by battling their former team mate. The battle was fierce, the Lantern that was once their friend was immensely more powerful with his new ring. But they managed to shatter the Black Power Ring and return him to his senses. Wracked with guilt over the use of the Black Power Ring and his part in bringing about the Second Black Lantern Crisis, he went into seclusion. He lived his days out now fearing the power of the Rings while his former friends went about battling the hordes of undead Lanterns, trying to take the universe back from their cold, dead grasp. For a long time, he helped a small group of survivors. But it wasn't to last, as soon the need to use his old, damaged Power Ring came.
That was the story so far, but I haven't written it all out yet. I do have some of it written out already. The names of places and people are slightly different from the original version. Note that it's still in a sort of beta stage, a lot of work is yet to be done.
Yeah I know, no one reads this freaking blog. But on the off chance a random wanderer of the interwebs drops in to take a look, here's a little something for you.
I mentioned before in my intro that I loved the Green Lantern and the Blackest Night and Brightest Day stories. The idea of what could be millions or even billions of beings that have access to such a power by using a certain emotion always appealed to me. So much so that I wrote a story set way in the future of the DC Universe, where Lanterns like Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Guy Gardner and Kyle Rayner and idols of legend, heroes of a time long past. Perhaps I should elaborate more for my readers that do not read comics. In the beginning of time, there was only one light. The White Light of Creation. As sentient beings began populating the universe, they each discovered the ability to harness a particular part of the light spectrum with an emotion. Altogether, there are seven colours, just like the rainbow. Each Lantern's power is garnered by their emotions. The greater the emotion, the more powerful their constructs and powers are. Each colour represents a different emotion.
Red Lanterns are fuelled by their anger and rage.
Blue Lanterns are find strength in hope.
Green Lanterns draw their power from strength of will.
Violet Lanterns, or Star Sapphires, use love to power their abilities.
Indigo Lanterns utilize their compassion.
Yellow Lanterns draw strength from fear.
Finally, an Orange Lantern (there's only one) takes his power from avarice (greed).
Only two colours do not use emotions.
Black, which represents death.
And white, which represents life, naturally.
Each Lantern Corps has a different story to tell, but I won't get into that. If you want, you can go read the comics. You're here to read my story, right? So, here is the synopsis of my story so far. I'll be writing into a full story sometime in the future, so look out for that =)
Trouble once again brews in the universe and the Lantern Corps turn to the humans, the race of beings that produced said legends, in the hopes that they could once again save the universe from destroying itself. However, the four newly anointed Lanterns knew not of a fifth. A Red Lantern. Trouble ensues and this young Lantern's Power Ring is damaged in the battle. After watching his parents die and having his Power Ring damaged so badly that he could not maintain constructs or even flight for long without it shorting out, he turns his back on the other Lanterns, his friends.
Time goes by and this Red Lantern is forgotten. The Four become heroes, just like their predecessors. But this Red Lantern, left with no family or friends, wanders aimlessly. With a broken Power Ring and a broken spirit, he could not even create a construct with his Ring even if he wanted to. But his spirits perked up when he found a new Ring. One he had never seen before.
A Black Power Ring.
As soon as he wore the Ring, he felt the power coursing through him, different than his Red Power Ring, but it was power all the same. With his newly found power and a sinister force taking over his senses, all he wanted to do was to destroy. To annihilate. To bring the entire world that spurned him and broke him crumbling down around him. And with his new ring, he found new allies, raising an army of the dead. Each body risen was a new Black Lantern added to the ranks of his legion of the walking dead. The greatest perversion of his power was committed when he raised four new generals to match his former team mates.
Kyle Rayner
Guy Gardner
John Stewart
Hal Jordan
He raised four of the greatest Green Lanterns to ever live as his undead generals. And so begun the Second Black Lantern Crisis.
The Second Black Lantern Crisis ravaged entire galaxies. But the Four finally managed to confront the problem at it's source: by battling their former team mate. The battle was fierce, the Lantern that was once their friend was immensely more powerful with his new ring. But they managed to shatter the Black Power Ring and return him to his senses. Wracked with guilt over the use of the Black Power Ring and his part in bringing about the Second Black Lantern Crisis, he went into seclusion. He lived his days out now fearing the power of the Rings while his former friends went about battling the hordes of undead Lanterns, trying to take the universe back from their cold, dead grasp. For a long time, he helped a small group of survivors. But it wasn't to last, as soon the need to use his old, damaged Power Ring came.
That was the story so far, but I haven't written it all out yet. I do have some of it written out already. The names of places and people are slightly different from the original version. Note that it's still in a sort of beta stage, a lot of work is yet to be done.
Invasion Journal
Day 34
All Saint’s Secondary School
The Black Lantern Invasion has gone on for a little more than a month. Already they have overrun the more populated countries of the world. China, India, America… Gone.
The Lanterns are stretched as thinly as possible. Even reinforcements do nothing but delay the Black Lanterns.
They raise the bodies of the dead, thickening their ranks as they pass through town and city. Even the human Lanterns, so fabled are they after their predecessors but so very helpless. There are just too many…
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“Caleb, we need help with the wounded.” Mason spoke as he bandaged a bloodied arm of a young boy they found nearby. His parents… didn’t make it. They were claimed like all the other dead. None but him knew of Caleb’s secret.
Mason pulled him aside, away from the ears of the rest.
“Caleb, use that Ring to help us. Look at these people. They need hope.”
“Then get them a Blue Lantern, not some washed up Red Lantern with a broken Power Ring.” Caleb snapped back.
“They need a Lantern. Look at him,” he said, gesturing to the young boy who now sobbed into the crook of his arm with a picture of his parents in hand.
“His parents were claimed. Doesn’t that make you angry? Doesn’t that give you any feeling at all?”
“It does! How could you even ask me that? I lost lots of good friends just like he lost my parents. Do you remember how Jon died?”
“Caleb, that wasn’t you, that was the Black-“
“That was me! I picked up that Ring! I never should have, but I did. Now Jon is dead. Now Sam is dead. Now, about a billion people all around the world are dead. Because, of, me. If I hadn’t touched that Ring, I wouldn’t have become a Black Lantern, this entire invasion wouldn’t be happening, so don’t you dare tell me I’m not at fault here!” Caleb ended his tirade with his finger buried in Mason’s chest. But the aspiring young pilot looked emotionless.
“You could put that anger and guilt to good use. If you’re not gonna accept that it’s not your fault, the least you could do is try and make something right by using those emotions to save people.”
“Look I’m not a Red Lantern anymore. I left that part of my life behind me. The Ring is damaged, I couldn’t keep a construct going for very long even if I wanted to.”
“You still keep that ring with you. You haven’t left it all behind.”
“Look, the other Lanterns not only have fully functional Rings, but they have reinforcements too. They can fight this war. I can’t.”
“The least you can do is help these people. With or without the Ring’s help.”
“I plan on doing just that.” With that, the two clasped arms and began moving supplies. It wasn’t long before a sentry came running in, out of breath and wild-eyed.
“Guys, the Black Lanterns are here!”
“Mason, gather the people. Go buy the underground passageways. Seal them behind you and blow the charges.”
“Dude I’m not leaving you behind!”
“Someone has to hold em off, now go!”
But before Mason could leave, the Black Lanterns descended upon them. Hordes of these undead Lanterns swarmed the area. They had them cornered.
“Caleb, your Ring!”
“No!”
“For their sake, do it!”
A Black Lantern charged, ready to claim his first victim.
He never made it.
A glowing ruby wall blocked him from his target. And standing right behind it, was a young man dressed in the scarlet suit of a Red Lantern. Gasps of surprise and awe filled the corner of the ruined school as they watched the famous Red Lantern cut down scores of the undead Lanterns. As the last of the Black Lanterns fell beneath the powerful Lantern, his powers wavered. His suit flickered and faded, replaced by his hoody and jeans. His contructs lost form and faded as well. But even so, those under his protection saw him in a much different light.
“He’s a Lantern!”
“The Red Lantern!”
“The Last of the human Lanterns has returned! We’re saved!”
Caleb stood before the crowd and addressed them, in a much different manner this time. This time, he had their unwavering attention and silence.
“I’m not a Red Lantern. Not anymore. I’m just a guy with a broken Power Ring. Look I can’t fight any war, especially not like this.”
Mason pulled him aside once again as the crowd grew angry at him, with shouts of “What do you mean ‘not a Red Lantern anymore’?” and “You can end this invasion and you’re not gonna used your powers?”
“Caleb, these people need a hero. The other Lanterns are doing what they can. But you have a Ring too. You’re a Lantern, like it or not. These people need hope, and sometimes it doesn’t need to come in blue. A Lantern, no matter what colour the it shines, lights up the darkness. So will you finally man up and be a Lantern? Make a goddamn difference with that Ring?”
“It’s not as simple as that. Look, I used my Ring this once to protect them. But I can’t fight a war. I’m not Hal Jordan. I’m no hero.” With that, Caleb gave Mason a look of finality and they began evacuating the area and blew the charges to stop any Black Lanterns from sneaking up behind them.
That night, Mason was doing his rounds when he saw a familiar figure staring out at the moon, a ruby red ring in his palm.
He simply let Caleb have his time alone, no doubt this was a big deal to him.
As Caleb stared at the moon, he felt his name being called.
Caleb…
Day 34
All Saint’s Secondary School
The Black Lantern Invasion has gone on for a little more than a month. Already they have overrun the more populated countries of the world. China, India, America… Gone.
The Lanterns are stretched as thinly as possible. Even reinforcements do nothing but delay the Black Lanterns.
They raise the bodies of the dead, thickening their ranks as they pass through town and city. Even the human Lanterns, so fabled are they after their predecessors but so very helpless. There are just too many…
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“Caleb, we need help with the wounded.” Mason spoke as he bandaged a bloodied arm of a young boy they found nearby. His parents… didn’t make it. They were claimed like all the other dead. None but him knew of Caleb’s secret.
Mason pulled him aside, away from the ears of the rest.
“Caleb, use that Ring to help us. Look at these people. They need hope.”
“Then get them a Blue Lantern, not some washed up Red Lantern with a broken Power Ring.” Caleb snapped back.
“They need a Lantern. Look at him,” he said, gesturing to the young boy who now sobbed into the crook of his arm with a picture of his parents in hand.
“His parents were claimed. Doesn’t that make you angry? Doesn’t that give you any feeling at all?”
“It does! How could you even ask me that? I lost lots of good friends just like he lost my parents. Do you remember how Jon died?”
“Caleb, that wasn’t you, that was the Black-“
“That was me! I picked up that Ring! I never should have, but I did. Now Jon is dead. Now Sam is dead. Now, about a billion people all around the world are dead. Because, of, me. If I hadn’t touched that Ring, I wouldn’t have become a Black Lantern, this entire invasion wouldn’t be happening, so don’t you dare tell me I’m not at fault here!” Caleb ended his tirade with his finger buried in Mason’s chest. But the aspiring young pilot looked emotionless.
“You could put that anger and guilt to good use. If you’re not gonna accept that it’s not your fault, the least you could do is try and make something right by using those emotions to save people.”
“Look I’m not a Red Lantern anymore. I left that part of my life behind me. The Ring is damaged, I couldn’t keep a construct going for very long even if I wanted to.”
“You still keep that ring with you. You haven’t left it all behind.”
“Look, the other Lanterns not only have fully functional Rings, but they have reinforcements too. They can fight this war. I can’t.”
“The least you can do is help these people. With or without the Ring’s help.”
“I plan on doing just that.” With that, the two clasped arms and began moving supplies. It wasn’t long before a sentry came running in, out of breath and wild-eyed.
“Guys, the Black Lanterns are here!”
“Mason, gather the people. Go buy the underground passageways. Seal them behind you and blow the charges.”
“Dude I’m not leaving you behind!”
“Someone has to hold em off, now go!”
But before Mason could leave, the Black Lanterns descended upon them. Hordes of these undead Lanterns swarmed the area. They had them cornered.
“Caleb, your Ring!”
“No!”
“For their sake, do it!”
A Black Lantern charged, ready to claim his first victim.
He never made it.
A glowing ruby wall blocked him from his target. And standing right behind it, was a young man dressed in the scarlet suit of a Red Lantern. Gasps of surprise and awe filled the corner of the ruined school as they watched the famous Red Lantern cut down scores of the undead Lanterns. As the last of the Black Lanterns fell beneath the powerful Lantern, his powers wavered. His suit flickered and faded, replaced by his hoody and jeans. His contructs lost form and faded as well. But even so, those under his protection saw him in a much different light.
“He’s a Lantern!”
“The Red Lantern!”
“The Last of the human Lanterns has returned! We’re saved!”
Caleb stood before the crowd and addressed them, in a much different manner this time. This time, he had their unwavering attention and silence.
“I’m not a Red Lantern. Not anymore. I’m just a guy with a broken Power Ring. Look I can’t fight any war, especially not like this.”
Mason pulled him aside once again as the crowd grew angry at him, with shouts of “What do you mean ‘not a Red Lantern anymore’?” and “You can end this invasion and you’re not gonna used your powers?”
“Caleb, these people need a hero. The other Lanterns are doing what they can. But you have a Ring too. You’re a Lantern, like it or not. These people need hope, and sometimes it doesn’t need to come in blue. A Lantern, no matter what colour the it shines, lights up the darkness. So will you finally man up and be a Lantern? Make a goddamn difference with that Ring?”
“It’s not as simple as that. Look, I used my Ring this once to protect them. But I can’t fight a war. I’m not Hal Jordan. I’m no hero.” With that, Caleb gave Mason a look of finality and they began evacuating the area and blew the charges to stop any Black Lanterns from sneaking up behind them.
That night, Mason was doing his rounds when he saw a familiar figure staring out at the moon, a ruby red ring in his palm.
He simply let Caleb have his time alone, no doubt this was a big deal to him.
As Caleb stared at the moon, he felt his name being called.
Caleb…
Caleb…
The moon wavered before a blinding light struck him square between the eyes.
When he came to, he could see nothing but white.
“Am I dead?”
“No, not quite yet. You most certainly wouldn’t be here if you were.”
“Who are you?”
“My name is Sabba. I am the Guardian of one of the Twelve Rings.”
“Woah, hold the fuck up. The twelve rings? As in the Twelve White Rings of Power.”
“Yes, particularly speaking, your Ring.”
“I don’t know if you’re colour blind or something, but my ring is not only broken, but it’s red. And it has never spoken to me before either.”
“After the First Black Lantern crisis, the Twelve Rings were kept safely, in a pocket dimension similar to the way a Lantern keeps his Power Battery. Each ring had a Guardian made, to advise the next generation of White Lanterns. After Deadman was killed and the Ring Alec Holland had under his possession was returned, the Light of Creation spawned twelve Guardians to watch over the Rings and to prepare the new heralds of the Creation's Light.”
“So what do you want me for? I’m just a failed Red Lantern and former Black Lantern that started this entire shitstorm.”
“Do you feel remorse? For every drop of innocent blood spilt because of your folly with the Black Power Ring?”
“Of course, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t feel the weight of their deaths on me. You done rubbing salt into that old wound?”
“That makes you the perfect candidate to bear the White Light of Creation.”
“How does being indirectly responsible for the deaths of millions mean that I’m a good candidate?”
“Because you now know the true value of a life.”
“I really don’t think I’m the best choice for this, you have the wrong guy…”
“The time will come when you are called upon to bring light to a world of darkness. I offer you a lantern of white to bear that light. . You will not stand alone, but you will stand tallest, I assure you. All you have to do first, is stand up.”
With that, another flash of light hit him and he woke up in the makeshift infirmary they erected not three hours ago. Well, three hours plus however long he was out. He patted his pockets for his Ring but rather found a second ring in his pocket.
The moon wavered before a blinding light struck him square between the eyes.
When he came to, he could see nothing but white.
“Am I dead?”
“No, not quite yet. You most certainly wouldn’t be here if you were.”
“Who are you?”
“My name is Sabba. I am the Guardian of one of the Twelve Rings.”
“Woah, hold the fuck up. The twelve rings? As in the Twelve White Rings of Power.”
“Yes, particularly speaking, your Ring.”
“I don’t know if you’re colour blind or something, but my ring is not only broken, but it’s red. And it has never spoken to me before either.”
“After the First Black Lantern crisis, the Twelve Rings were kept safely, in a pocket dimension similar to the way a Lantern keeps his Power Battery. Each ring had a Guardian made, to advise the next generation of White Lanterns. After Deadman was killed and the Ring Alec Holland had under his possession was returned, the Light of Creation spawned twelve Guardians to watch over the Rings and to prepare the new heralds of the Creation's Light.”
“So what do you want me for? I’m just a failed Red Lantern and former Black Lantern that started this entire shitstorm.”
“Do you feel remorse? For every drop of innocent blood spilt because of your folly with the Black Power Ring?”
“Of course, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t feel the weight of their deaths on me. You done rubbing salt into that old wound?”
“That makes you the perfect candidate to bear the White Light of Creation.”
“How does being indirectly responsible for the deaths of millions mean that I’m a good candidate?”
“Because you now know the true value of a life.”
“I really don’t think I’m the best choice for this, you have the wrong guy…”
“The time will come when you are called upon to bring light to a world of darkness. I offer you a lantern of white to bear that light. . You will not stand alone, but you will stand tallest, I assure you. All you have to do first, is stand up.”
With that, another flash of light hit him and he woke up in the makeshift infirmary they erected not three hours ago. Well, three hours plus however long he was out. He patted his pockets for his Ring but rather found a second ring in his pocket.
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