Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Darrel's October 2013 Entry

My space suit failed last week when the oxygen recyclers and pressure suit systems got struck by lightning( or maybe was it plasma?) fired by… one of those freaks. And before you ask, I did die… for a few minutes. I got better. Yes, divine intervention happened. And yes, it was Luna. My suit did not survive the encounter, but thankfully, I no longer need it… Again, likely Luna's doing.

Yes, I am talking about walking around on Luna's physical surface without protection or aid on my part. My body still thinks I am breathing and yet I neither inhale nor exhale air here anymore. I can speak in the vacuum and my words are heard without air to carry it. I can stand in the dark side of the moon and not feel a slightest bit cold. And I am not the only one... Pretty much every werewolf at this point on the moon's surface is now walking on it buck naked. I thought being a werewolf was weird. I thought being a werewolf on the moon is weird. Needless to say, this is pretty much normal for me at this point. Yes Christian, werewolves on the moon is pretty silly. Werewolves on the moon howling without space suits is just plain ridiculous. But when your enemies are the freaking forces of madness and insanity, might as well try and challenge it with your own deluded and insane plans. If the end comes for us, we must simply laugh at it.

If it's anything, I did kinda chew out Mother Luna the day before it happened by stating that her lack of involvement only made things worse by starting a Cold War that never ended. I think she took those words to heart. Or maybe it was the offerings. I don't think anyone saw the altar we built using that destroyed rocket or the ritual we performed… but I think those that paid attention to the little Civil War did notice it. I just don't know if they care about it or not. The ESA and NASA have permission now to build a Lunar city if they build enough shrines on Earth, though I don't think that helps us win the war with the Outsiders.

Oh and we just kicked off the lizards off the moon. Unfortunately they escaped, but well, our business here is relatively concluded. We'll be back in time for a little Trick or Treating on Earth.

Ricky, let us hope that there is a future for your child to be in. Children at least deserve that. Whatever the means, we must ensure that there is a world for her. Even if it means being a little crazy.

(4 points)

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Rick's Entry for October 2013

(( 4 points. On time, subplot, plot, others. Awesome soup. ))

Hello every not-people,

Last month has been a rather good one... kind of. Maybe I should have listened to you guys' advices... but nope, so I've learned through experience. We had quite...  a few... problem cases, so to say. People who weren't quite made for being ferals and have caused some harm around them. We were forced to let them go, somewhere where they won't hurt anyone. Or hurt less people, in any case. I've tightened the selection process to limit the incidence of such things in the future. I've got things under control, really!

I can't say the same about some of you guys. Lizzie, specifically. You died in the place where people die? That's like, exploding twice! I didn't think it was possible. Ok, you probably don't know who I am. I'm your boyfriend, yup! Ok, not really, but I used to be! But then we both became monster weirdos and things got a little messy. Good times. I've heard you're got an eye on Chris these days. Or used to. You better remember and get together with him, otherwise you will ruin my shipping list! I mean... you didn't see that. I don't have no silly shipping list.

Get better. Yeah. Oh, and hi Undine!

Oooook, other people, looks like you did more 'normal' things. Fighting lizards, making spells, saving the world, the regular, ya know? Chris, if you're getting closer to the answer, that means we're close to putting all of this behind us, right? I've got some video games I want to play and can't really do that while monitoring a large group of ferals. I wonder if being a feral makes me better or worse at them. I feel like I tested that before, but I can't remember... it's been almost two years now, feels like an entire lifetime... or two.

In a slightly less important news, but on a more personal note, Amelia is 7 months pregnant now, and she can't really do as much around here as before.So, I've been planning to step down from combat operation and day-to-day training starting this month and focus on spending time with her, unless absolutely I'm absolutely needed in a non-administrative role. The decision comes at a time where all of our current operations have stabilized and much of everything is basically just training, growing as a group and waiting for a call for action. I've chosen a few trusted ferals to act as commanders in my steed for when combat is needed.

PS: To be honest, I'm much better at planning and thinking than fighting anyway. And I'm totally not a coward!

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Christian's Entry for October 2013

I have it. A spell. It might not be much, but it's something. Too tired to write long, but I want to write.

All Hallows Eve is a very important day for the creatures of earth, the ones that aren't human. Very difficult here leading up to it. More and more Ousiders. People have started turning a blind eye. Monster, don't look at it. Just keep going. They kill the ones who notice them. Well not in my town!

Rare, true. But when they come, they come with so much power there's little we could do. Until now. Hallows Eve, lots of death here. Lots of monsters. There was nothing for it but to try. Thought I might die fighting. So many. Then I did it. The Master's magic, and mine. Together, it made a spell. A rote; the first I've ever invented. It's a grounding rod of sorts. Strengthens the fabric of local reality, and thus banishes anything from outside. At least... I think it does. Not sure how well it would work against the really big, god-like ones. Probably not at all. But their foot-soldiers just got much easier.

Only downside is the energy cost. It's /technically/ beyond the perview of the Master level, and as such requires unique quintesense each time, much rarer than manna. But it also can apply on a much wider scale. My city doesn't have anymore outsiders. None. It's amazing how much nicer people are now.

Rick, I echo Darrel's words. Be careful what a change like that can do to the mind. I've been an animal several times now and each time was more difficult than the time before. Making a batch of insane ferals won't help with anything.

Darrel, I don't even know how to process what you're telling us. It's hard to imagine that you're up on the moon when I look at it. There are werewolves on the moon. That's the silliest thing that has ever happeed in the history of ever.

Finally some freakin' good news.

Lizzie! Oh thank God you're still alive! Lizzie... this is Christian! I can't tell how much you've lost, but... we were close. Best friends, even! More. Even that ghost of yours eventually accepted me... though that was probably just because I stopped being so old-fashioned. Whatever... don't die again! I'm not sure what's happened to you, but don't die again! We've talked about this before; you helped me understand. The more times you die, the more your ghost takes over. It sounds like you died again... If you die much more, she'll be able to take you whenever she wants. I don't want that, Lizzie. I don't want to lose you.

There is magic that can help. When this is all over, my Master can help you. Or even better, we can help you by helping your ghost. What you've done for so many others, you can do for her. Just don't die anymore. I don't know about any underground oceans... but I'm amazed that thing is getting a message through from the underworld as it is, so I suppose I'm in no place to judge. For all I know, it could be dilating time somehow...

Please, don't die. I don't know how I would face reality without you. I wonder if Undine remembers more of who you are than you do. She might be able to help.