The Convocation is one of the deadliest Fears we have to deal with. It's found all over the country, and the world for that matter, and its influence is evident throughout the nation. It is to an extent a hivemind-type Fear; a single mind divided and diluted into individual tribes and pieces. It was one of the first Fears the Lonely Hearts targeted, and it's been one of the main Fears we've held back ever since. The Convocation is connected the ancient Native American myth of the "Thunderbird". Like the thunderbirds, the Convocation is connected to thunderstorms and electricity.
The Convocation comes in many forms, but these forms mostly manifest as types of birds. These forms have been classified into different classes by our organization. These classes follow the division of the Earth's atmosphere, to reflect upon where these forms are usually found when they are airborne (and the Convocation is usually found to be airborne when it is dormant).
The first forms are known as the tropospheres. They are the weakest link in the chain, and they are also the most common form. They watch humans, act as messengers, and are often scavengers. They seem like normal birds, but they are highly aggressive, and also have a slight electric charge attack that they will use if threatened. They channel this attack through their beaks. While they are dangerous to the average human, they are little to no threat to actual Lonely Hearts agents.
The second forms are known as the stratospheres. They are the grunts of the Convocation. If a Lonely Hearts agents is engaged with the Convocation, it is usually in this form. They take the form of larger birds, such as eagles, and they have a strong electrical charge. Their primary ability, however, is their ability to use human bodies as disguises to further their own goals. They will usually kill, or ask, a human for their body, and then pose inside of it. We call these disguises "mansuits."
The third forms are known as mesospheres. They are the pack leaders, and they are usually in charge of a gang of stratospheres. They are ever vigilant, and very calculated. They are also very careful. They are very large creatures, huge unidentified species of birds, that are quite capable of carrying away humans if they see fit. They usually do not use "mansuits', but if they do, they aren't using them as disguises, but instead as methods of communication. They have an electic charge that is quite able to kill an adult human, which usually resemble terrifying lightning strikes. When they appear, super cell thunder storms usually follow.
The fourth forms are known as thermospheres. It is very rare that a human will ever come in contact with these mythic beings. For a time, it was doubted they even existed, until recent events proved otherwise. Since there are limited reports on their location, abilities, and characteristics, they are a very mysterious creature. It is said, though, that they are very, very bad news, and if they are encountered... run. Run as fast as you can away. They are associated with violent hurricanes.
The fifth form is known as the exosphere. It is only a theoretical form. It could very well not exist. However, it has been witnessed, through eyewitness accounts of Convocation ceremonies, that this being at least used to exist. It is said to be the strongest form of the Convocation, and that it is, at the moment, in a deep slumber, and once it is woken up it will cause a horrible storm that will wipe away humanity and bring about an era of domination of the Earth for the Convocation.
The Convocation is one of the Fears that I have the most experience with. Ever since the beginning of my career as an agent, I've dealt with these fuckers. However, they always find a way of knocking me off my feet. I've never felt totally safe and confident around them.
I'm kind of wary of their recent actions. They've been on the move a lot lately, and it's hard to really determine what their goals exactly are. The Convocation, as a whole, isn't really a smart, organized Fear, but it also isn't a wild animal. I worry less of its plans for attacks against humanity, and more about its relations with other Fears.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Asphalt
The last few days have been an absolute blur of streetlights, asphalt, and motel room shadows. I've continuously been on the road, hunting down certain targets. I'm on the hunt for many individuals, from escaped convicts to turned agents, but there is one fucker that I have sworn to focus on.
His name is Maxwell, and he is very, very dangerous.
I originally captured Maxwell back in January, after a hunt that spanned three and a half months. Back then, I thought his capture was pulled off a little too effortlessly on my part; now, I see that he was actually anticipating this to happen. He may have even wanted to be captured.
In the chaos that the Exordium caused, he managed to somehow escape. We believe that he may have been the one to cause the explosion at the New Jersey branch office building. We are not sure yet, due to a curious malfunction in our surveillance tapes.
I say "curious" because I personally believe someone from my own branch let Maxwell and several other prisoners out of their cells. There is no evidence of this yet... but...
I'm following a lead on Maxwell's whereabouts. The good news is, it's a pretty conclusive lead. The bad news is, I have to deal with a dangerous Fear known as the Convocation. I could very well be walking into my own funeral if I pursue it. However, it has to be done.
His name is Maxwell, and he is very, very dangerous.
I originally captured Maxwell back in January, after a hunt that spanned three and a half months. Back then, I thought his capture was pulled off a little too effortlessly on my part; now, I see that he was actually anticipating this to happen. He may have even wanted to be captured.
In the chaos that the Exordium caused, he managed to somehow escape. We believe that he may have been the one to cause the explosion at the New Jersey branch office building. We are not sure yet, due to a curious malfunction in our surveillance tapes.
I say "curious" because I personally believe someone from my own branch let Maxwell and several other prisoners out of their cells. There is no evidence of this yet... but...
I'm following a lead on Maxwell's whereabouts. The good news is, it's a pretty conclusive lead. The bad news is, I have to deal with a dangerous Fear known as the Convocation. I could very well be walking into my own funeral if I pursue it. However, it has to be done.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Family
I haven't been completely honest. Or at least, open about something.
I'm not a normal Lonely Hearts agent. To be honest, I'm one of the more privileged agents in the organization. This is probably understandable, considering I'm the oldest grandson of the founder of the organization, Thomas Rivers. My father is the current leader of the organization.
I don't want to... misrepresent me in any way, though. I want to make it clear, I'm not some rich trust fund kid that coasts on the organization. I joined the organization on as equal footing as anyone else who joined does. And I wasn't raised in some mansion growing up. In fact, my father disowned my mother and my three brothers and we grew up in a broken home for most our lives.
I'm a bit sore about that.
I do have to stress that, though I may have earned my position in the organization fair and square, that I do recognize that overall I am more advantaged than the average agent. I wish I could do something about that. I wish I wasn't a Rivers boy, I really do.
I don't own any part of the organization currently. I am unsure of how that all legally works out, actually. And I don't really care. I have no desire to someday lead.
I only want to save people, and fight Fears. That's all.
I'm not a normal Lonely Hearts agent. To be honest, I'm one of the more privileged agents in the organization. This is probably understandable, considering I'm the oldest grandson of the founder of the organization, Thomas Rivers. My father is the current leader of the organization.
I don't want to... misrepresent me in any way, though. I want to make it clear, I'm not some rich trust fund kid that coasts on the organization. I joined the organization on as equal footing as anyone else who joined does. And I wasn't raised in some mansion growing up. In fact, my father disowned my mother and my three brothers and we grew up in a broken home for most our lives.
I'm a bit sore about that.
I do have to stress that, though I may have earned my position in the organization fair and square, that I do recognize that overall I am more advantaged than the average agent. I wish I could do something about that. I wish I wasn't a Rivers boy, I really do.
I don't own any part of the organization currently. I am unsure of how that all legally works out, actually. And I don't really care. I have no desire to someday lead.
I only want to save people, and fight Fears. That's all.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Resolve
There’s an official title given to the Monsters we battle on a daily basis. The title was given them to the founder of our company, and ever since, we’ve used it to describe and identify them.
Fears. That is the title. They were given that because of a theory the founder had of them that involved thinking that they are all empowered by humanity’s collective fear of them, or maybe even brought into this world by our fear. They used to be called Elementals before the official title became Fear.
That is the agency’s current opinion on the start of the Fears. I share the same view on the subject.
There are numerous Fears. Current estimates place around 20 of them. But with this new wave… it could increase. That’s one of our biggest concerns about this leak. If a new Fear materializes… that would be bad. Very, very bad. Not only would it be bad for the general populace, but it would be bad for us because we would have to try and contain the leak, and then try and learn as much as we can about it. Which is tough. Hell, we don’t know much about the original Fears.
These Fears can be anywhere at any time. They are not held back by petty human limitations such as time or space. They don’t play by our rules.
Fears. That is the title. They were given that because of a theory the founder had of them that involved thinking that they are all empowered by humanity’s collective fear of them, or maybe even brought into this world by our fear. They used to be called Elementals before the official title became Fear.
That is the agency’s current opinion on the start of the Fears. I share the same view on the subject.
There are numerous Fears. Current estimates place around 20 of them. But with this new wave… it could increase. That’s one of our biggest concerns about this leak. If a new Fear materializes… that would be bad. Very, very bad. Not only would it be bad for the general populace, but it would be bad for us because we would have to try and contain the leak, and then try and learn as much as we can about it. Which is tough. Hell, we don’t know much about the original Fears.
These Fears can be anywhere at any time. They are not held back by petty human limitations such as time or space. They don’t play by our rules.
Frankly, it’s amazing that humanity has lasted this long with them in the world.
They are eternal beings and their effects never fade. It’s hard to tell how much they’ve influenced humanity since the start of time. Without them, we might not even exist in our current form.
But who knows about that? All we have now is what we currently know. And with that info, we fight back. And we won’t ever stop fighting back.
Because if there’s one thing that the Fears can’t match, it’s humanity’s resolve.
My own resolve is the only reason I’m still here anyway.
They are eternal beings and their effects never fade. It’s hard to tell how much they’ve influenced humanity since the start of time. Without them, we might not even exist in our current form.
But who knows about that? All we have now is what we currently know. And with that info, we fight back. And we won’t ever stop fighting back.
Because if there’s one thing that the Fears can’t match, it’s humanity’s resolve.
My own resolve is the only reason I’m still here anyway.
Monday, February 28, 2011
The Exordium
It's been approximately 24 hours since we lost control over the continent. It was sudden and quick, but its effects will probably be felt for decades, if not centuries, now. Due to this single event, life as we know it will no longer be the same.
Let me give you a timeline of the event. At 11:41 PM (Eastern), it began. We can't give you details on how it began. We can't even tell you where it began. Mostly because... we don't know. People like me, normal agents, don't know hardly anything about this event; except for the basic fact that it, indeed, happened.
At 11:42 PM, every single captive we had in custody screamed in unison. The ones who were able to, looked up towards the ceiling, and collapsed to their knees. Most of them cried as it happened. A few of them were stricken with sudden heart attacks and died.
At 11:50 PM, several of our agents began to report suspicious events from all over the country. Random explosions, strange bursts of super cell storms, increased incidents of miscellaneous crime, a sudden snowstorm in California, disappearances all over the country... the list goes on and on.
At midnight, a central office of ours was eradicated. A sudden, unknown force decimated it, and now all that's left of it is in ashes. There were only a few casualties, if that's even a good thing to take note of.
At 1:00 AM, and this one hits a little close to home, the New Jersey branch of the Lonely Hearts organization was broken into, after a mysterious blast caused considerable damage to the interior of the building. In the ensuing chaos, an incredibly vital.... "thing" disappeared. Once this thing was gone, all bets were off, and our forces were then anticipating the worst.
At 2:00 AM, our radios went completely silent. As in, everything went silent.There wasn't even any static. At about 2:10 AM, a soft murmur could be heard on all channels. This murmur increased in volume, and morphed into the sound of many children crying. As the cries increased, their intensity did as well, and soon the voices seemed to be screaming and sobbing in horror. At 2:20, the noise was almost deafening. At 2:22, the voices ceased, and the radios became silent again.
At 3:00 AM, we received a message from one of our enemies. The message was delivered through a messenger. We were told "It's time to burn." That was all they had to tell us, just four words. And yet, these four words were enough to convince us, for a short amount of time, that we were about to experience full-on war. However, as far as we can tell a day later, this was not the case. Which worries us.
At 4:00 AM, I was involved in a shootout in southern California. I was with a team of 14. 9 were killed, 2 were greatly wounded, and 1 defected to the other side. The shootout lasted until 4:17 AM.
Until 4:44 AM, it seemed chaos had spread across the entire United States. Violence increased into a continuous crescendo of destruction and disappearance. Until 4:44 AM, it really seemed like we were on the verge of the world being overtaken, and its inner balance being forever destroyed. When the clocks struck 4:44, everything stopped.
This event has been named "The Exordium" by our organization. We are still dealing with its immediate consequences. We are on the equivalent of "DEFCON 1." Most if not all of our forces are deployed, and many of them are engaged in battle at this very minute.
The barrier between Them and You has been destroyed. I don't know if we can salvage it again. This is why I'm blogging. No more hiding behind a screen. No more of this bullshit. If I can save any of you, I'm going to just have to risk it.
Monsters are real, and they aren't hiding under beds any longer. They're out in the streets now.
And it's my job to stop them.
Let me give you a timeline of the event. At 11:41 PM (Eastern), it began. We can't give you details on how it began. We can't even tell you where it began. Mostly because... we don't know. People like me, normal agents, don't know hardly anything about this event; except for the basic fact that it, indeed, happened.
At 11:42 PM, every single captive we had in custody screamed in unison. The ones who were able to, looked up towards the ceiling, and collapsed to their knees. Most of them cried as it happened. A few of them were stricken with sudden heart attacks and died.
At 11:50 PM, several of our agents began to report suspicious events from all over the country. Random explosions, strange bursts of super cell storms, increased incidents of miscellaneous crime, a sudden snowstorm in California, disappearances all over the country... the list goes on and on.
At midnight, a central office of ours was eradicated. A sudden, unknown force decimated it, and now all that's left of it is in ashes. There were only a few casualties, if that's even a good thing to take note of.
At 1:00 AM, and this one hits a little close to home, the New Jersey branch of the Lonely Hearts organization was broken into, after a mysterious blast caused considerable damage to the interior of the building. In the ensuing chaos, an incredibly vital.... "thing" disappeared. Once this thing was gone, all bets were off, and our forces were then anticipating the worst.
At 2:00 AM, our radios went completely silent. As in, everything went silent.There wasn't even any static. At about 2:10 AM, a soft murmur could be heard on all channels. This murmur increased in volume, and morphed into the sound of many children crying. As the cries increased, their intensity did as well, and soon the voices seemed to be screaming and sobbing in horror. At 2:20, the noise was almost deafening. At 2:22, the voices ceased, and the radios became silent again.
At 3:00 AM, we received a message from one of our enemies. The message was delivered through a messenger. We were told "It's time to burn." That was all they had to tell us, just four words. And yet, these four words were enough to convince us, for a short amount of time, that we were about to experience full-on war. However, as far as we can tell a day later, this was not the case. Which worries us.
At 4:00 AM, I was involved in a shootout in southern California. I was with a team of 14. 9 were killed, 2 were greatly wounded, and 1 defected to the other side. The shootout lasted until 4:17 AM.
Until 4:44 AM, it seemed chaos had spread across the entire United States. Violence increased into a continuous crescendo of destruction and disappearance. Until 4:44 AM, it really seemed like we were on the verge of the world being overtaken, and its inner balance being forever destroyed. When the clocks struck 4:44, everything stopped.
This event has been named "The Exordium" by our organization. We are still dealing with its immediate consequences. We are on the equivalent of "DEFCON 1." Most if not all of our forces are deployed, and many of them are engaged in battle at this very minute.
The barrier between Them and You has been destroyed. I don't know if we can salvage it again. This is why I'm blogging. No more hiding behind a screen. No more of this bullshit. If I can save any of you, I'm going to just have to risk it.
Monsters are real, and they aren't hiding under beds any longer. They're out in the streets now.
And it's my job to stop them.
Purpose
This blog’s purpose is a simple one. I aim to save as many lives as possible. The method I am using to do this is a bit risky, but it’s necessary. After you read the following paragraph, without fully knowing the circumstances beforehand of it, then you are immediately put into peril.
If you feel as if you can’t handle the trut- no, if you can’t handle death, then please, do not read any forward. I will not warn you again.
If you feel as if you can’t handle the trut- no, if you can’t handle death, then please, do not read any forward. I will not warn you again.
I am not responsible for your actions, so I will not be held accountable for whatever happens to you.
Now, down to business.
A few hours ago, something happened on this planet that changed it for good. The very fabric of existence was tampered with during the event.
I wasn’t talking figuratively back there. There are monsters, and they are alive and well. And with this event, their presence in this world increased dramatically.
What I mean is this: today and late yesterday, these Monsters finally broke a certain threshold… their influence on this planet now outweighs humanity’s total influence. They have more control and presence on this entire planet than everyone everywhere, and soon, will control more portions of the Earth than all life on the planet.
Knowledge of their existence has passed a certain mark too. With their presence magnified, humans undoubtedly took notice, and alarm, to it. Now panic is spreading like a wildfire, which is exactly what they want. The more we fear them, the stronger their foothold is.
Most of these monsters have been around since the dawn of time. They are eternal, and if they can be killed, it is extremely difficult to do so; probably impossible, for a human. We have never succeeded in killing one, and we’ve been trying since the sixties.
We have tried and tried and tried to contain them, to halt them, to do anything to slow them down; but it never works. And I doubt it ever will. So we do our best to keep you all safe.
But I don’t know how we’re going to handle this upcoming wave of attacks. Surely, this changes everything. And this is why I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands.
The internet needs to be aware. This needs to get out so people know what to do when their lives come crashing down. I think secrecy is bullshit, when it comes to saving peoples’ lives.
Just like how every person needs purpose, every blog needs one as well.
Now, down to business.
A few hours ago, something happened on this planet that changed it for good. The very fabric of existence was tampered with during the event.
I wasn’t talking figuratively back there. There are monsters, and they are alive and well. And with this event, their presence in this world increased dramatically.
What I mean is this: today and late yesterday, these Monsters finally broke a certain threshold… their influence on this planet now outweighs humanity’s total influence. They have more control and presence on this entire planet than everyone everywhere, and soon, will control more portions of the Earth than all life on the planet.
Knowledge of their existence has passed a certain mark too. With their presence magnified, humans undoubtedly took notice, and alarm, to it. Now panic is spreading like a wildfire, which is exactly what they want. The more we fear them, the stronger their foothold is.
Most of these monsters have been around since the dawn of time. They are eternal, and if they can be killed, it is extremely difficult to do so; probably impossible, for a human. We have never succeeded in killing one, and we’ve been trying since the sixties.
We have tried and tried and tried to contain them, to halt them, to do anything to slow them down; but it never works. And I doubt it ever will. So we do our best to keep you all safe.
But I don’t know how we’re going to handle this upcoming wave of attacks. Surely, this changes everything. And this is why I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands.
The internet needs to be aware. This needs to get out so people know what to do when their lives come crashing down. I think secrecy is bullshit, when it comes to saving peoples’ lives.
Just like how every person needs purpose, every blog needs one as well.
Haunted
Are you ever afraid of the dark? What haunts you the most? Are you scared of the eternal, yawning chasm of time? Are you scared of the dwindling seconds of your life? What are you scared of.
Are you afraid of God? Are you afraid of drowning? Are you afraid of being torn to shreds? What are you afraid of.
Are you afraid of the shadows outside your vision? Are you afraid of miscommunication? Are you afraid of being alone? Tell me all your worst Fears.
Are you afraid of the sickness? Are you afraid of fate? Are you afraid of the clouds above? Tell me what you run away from.
Do you run away at all?
These are questions every human has encountered in some form. Life tests everyone with hardship to find our failings and use them at our disadvantage. We are nothing and yet our feelings define our entire world. Split second decisions have changed the landscape more drastically than what a human can ever hope to achieve in their entire life, even if they devoted themselves to demolition. In some cases, we’ve defined our environment more than natural disasters.
We’re defined by Fear, and in that relationship, we’ve given life to them.
Every human in the world comes at one point to suffering. Everyone is put through pain. It’s just matter of time until you are. Whether it be because of your relationship to your own fears is to be determined by the course of your life. Tragedies befall many because of their attachments to their phobias.
You can be defined by your tragedy, or you can forget and let go.
My entire life has been defined by those two choices. And soon, your life will come to that too. Everyone experiences tragedy one day. Everyone comes to suffering.
It’s just that the suffering I experienced was a bit unusual compared to normal pain.
Are you afraid of God? Are you afraid of drowning? Are you afraid of being torn to shreds? What are you afraid of.
Are you afraid of the shadows outside your vision? Are you afraid of miscommunication? Are you afraid of being alone? Tell me all your worst Fears.
Are you afraid of the sickness? Are you afraid of fate? Are you afraid of the clouds above? Tell me what you run away from.
Do you run away at all?
These are questions every human has encountered in some form. Life tests everyone with hardship to find our failings and use them at our disadvantage. We are nothing and yet our feelings define our entire world. Split second decisions have changed the landscape more drastically than what a human can ever hope to achieve in their entire life, even if they devoted themselves to demolition. In some cases, we’ve defined our environment more than natural disasters.
We’re defined by Fear, and in that relationship, we’ve given life to them.
Every human in the world comes at one point to suffering. Everyone is put through pain. It’s just matter of time until you are. Whether it be because of your relationship to your own fears is to be determined by the course of your life. Tragedies befall many because of their attachments to their phobias.
You can be defined by your tragedy, or you can forget and let go.
My entire life has been defined by those two choices. And soon, your life will come to that too. Everyone experiences tragedy one day. Everyone comes to suffering.
It’s just that the suffering I experienced was a bit unusual compared to normal pain.
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