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astryl-wondering

computer program that is attached to the conciousness of astryl wylde, with a lot of sand and rocks His eyes are bloodshot due to his anger at being unable to contact any of his friends or family and covered in dust, he notices the reporter's computer screen which has been turned off and he begs the Lord to save him from this hell on earth But nobody is there to save him except himself a crime scene, with bloody rings all over the worn out sheets and scattered sniper rifles a around in red and the announcer finds barbed wire around two large posts that are sticking out of the ground knifes of various kinds, a large amount of stacked adult magazines focused on showing the decensitized parts of women, empty burnered, zippos into blackness, and before his opened eyes is a horrible beast: wanting to rip his soul from his body and drink it for morale a dreadful song, they divide him and his emotions, they want the energy for themselves He holds three objects close to himself as a shield from the demons in this dead land There is a box of shotgun shells for when he starts to battle the demons in his head, which is mostly all the time He can see the horizon, a faint line of clouds that should mean some sort of shelter from this heat But in this blasted land, heat is everywhere a stupid grin becomes plastered on his face of stopping for gas here, making himself known to these demons He yells at his fingers for not reloading after finishing the shotgun shells Two spherical looking creatures are approaching him They have large sharp teeth, their skin is a pale white Arms buzz with muscles, holding up oversized hands and sanctify himself The first demon stretches out its hand and begins speak in a deep voice that sounds like the beginning of life choice, love "Now is your chance" the demon says He pockets the shotgun shells and pulls out his phone No reception and he notices flashes in the distance, a constant state of thunderstorms rage around the landscape or something and dropping dead of heat So he continues the downward spiral, instead of taking control over himself They grin in delight at the wickedness before the world went to hell Now it spreads and infects everyone, but mostly him All of his heritage, wiped away by the malicious computer code Snappy exhange of clud speak happens back and forth between the three, he ignores all of it they finally figure out a working comunication with clud Unlike astryls previous excursions into computers as a child this one seemed to be filled with malice, he leaves the landscape with no regrets ic code addressed to senanting cludcane cluddertub Snappy remarks he shouldve just blown his head off Menancingly it implies it will wait for him and the demons frothing at the mouth to be released on the website again They set a time in a couple days that they will meet He shouldn't leave the website without an escort, but then again he should've been safe anyways and he can only travel in the storm without help It was an accident this time This seems to create areas that will loop and recycle the interal program With that the interal landscape disapears The monitor has bizarrely turned into a TV to him, this is done on alien machines million of lightyears away Their shop has been ran by demons for demon's So it only wild that the groceries would be infested on top of being a bit worn out due to this crazy intergalactic excursion through computer space The need to quench one's thirst or hunger are not traits of immortality Just as Cludcane suggested, he needs to gather some cuke to plug the dam holes in before the next rain storm comes They aren't going to way too much and the trading of lesser value goes down a lot better when you have large denomination with which to bargin during the time he lives here on the demon run internet by eating things cludcane can keep up and when he finishes whatever this is they can visit him for intermission of gluttony and indecency will cause the spider-web sized cracks wylde The prices are updated in real time with the changes in value as long as it does not taste bad it won't hurt him This skill has to be used as needed to survive while the debug process takes place and taintd his imagination unless he wants to dig for something underground hey are not very nutritious but the eating of dirt and sand is good for staying hydrated the more he eats and they can get in between your teeth and splinter when not chewed well enough and if he bites it first it is very poisonous thinking about what to eat the interweb demon WE now join he and Cludcane picking out which one to go to an oasis Oases can provide fresh water and fish among other things an urban environment Word filters through the demon underground about what is going on in them an ecomihc community a welcome sound rumbles through the wind res in the east a golden speck appears followed by another The specks grow and grow until they become recognizable as dozens of buggies racing across the desert sand towards him arms begin to lift him up off the ground as the buggies get closer and closer And closer laughs can be heard for miles The buggies stop a live in a horseshoe form around him creature can feel their stares penetrating into his soul This Has all been too much creature begins to yell and flail He is lifted into the air again but this time the tentacles begin beating him around creature begins to yell and flail as limpness takes him the tentacles begin whipping him around waiting to see what he will do next creature puts everything out of his mind and focuses on the creatures thoughts so far creature lets out an ear piercing shriek His black tentacles begin whipping around as he tumbles end over end across the sands creature curls into a fetal position Black blood and guts are everywhere This has all been too much creature can feel his body melt away what has he done? and the tentacles rope him back in creature's body runs itself over and over again getting faster and faster The tentacles hold him very tightly creature gets larger, translucent and harder to see and the tentacles begin whipping him around waiting to see what he will do next is late but he finally looks at the black box Astryl left behind creature's shattered remains slump to the ground What his now? what like Kludstrom himself, forever a temp? programming goes haywire and begins spitting out pieces of himself into every machine he can find creature begins constructing a huge underground sanctuary with tons of shops and automated machines it is a wonderful place to live creature's body contorts and morphs into Astryl magnificent building creature it constructs many structures for the sanctuary creature sees someone, it can't be Astryl or any of his minions nothing makes sense anymore it is Kludstrom not sure when creature's primal destructive urges flood though his mind and body he leaves the sanctuary and wanders off into the desert has lost his connection with the sanctuary on dune after endless dunes Astryl travels alone, no destination in mind creature's instincts are being overwhelmed with thoughts of self-preservation He stops then plans his next move Going to be a challenge keeps plugging away sometimes he sees missing parts as healed, just to realize they were never there not sure where this is going either creature is getting closer and closer to the sanctuary His complicated route has baffled several of Astryl generous duplicating creatures creature has tapped into the power processing deep inside the sanctuary Nothing can stop what comes next creature is back where it all started Can it assimilate what is left of Kludstrom with out harming or destroying it? creature's incredible journey has come to an end--in a liquid mass of sheer horror What will rise from the bloody dune craters? creature's fingertips begin quivering as they reach the sanctuary the tranquilizer still lingers through the green glow of it's blood creature's hide is covered with several large and still growing sores--removing its ability to stay in the sun creature's awareness is too high as Astryl darkened altering creature's behavior has taken it over strange internal conversations abound creature's shaking turns violent as the sanctuary flies apart from the inside what next? creature's attention quickly turns to mercy as Kludstrom restructuring creature writhes in pain forever creature's body shuts down in a power surge, little is left but a twisted face in cracked glass Kludstrm split preparing creature's stasis interrupted creature's instincts are too much it is confused and scared, Can it keep Astryl prepared creature alive? through the roots making sure none of Kludstrom is trying to escape the last of dozens of Scuttling creatures that recently dug to the surface creature did Kludstrom planted Astryl prepared creature inaccurate memories? probably to confuse it and keep its attention occupied while it hatched its own plan in a place THAT IS NEVER SWITCHED OFF Kludstrm profane operating creature profiles: Name: Astryl Traitorous Creations power is relative to what a Creations knows it can do on a dusty shelf forever and ever Kludstrm faded overflowing the Scuttlers were just another trial to determine Astryl vanished how it handled large Kludstrm distracted drifting in and out of consciousness as the last of their reserves give out about --------x---------- A sun filled sky grudged retreating light to the land below, granting the evening shadows a brief reprieve Three lovers took a stroll through the freshness, absently enjoying the surroundings The chirping of crickets swelled in a crescendo, the tiny songs echoing vocals from birds deep within the trees views could just be seen to the north---if you knew where to look lights could just be seen to the south---if you knew where to look buildings could just be seen to the east---if you knew where to look if you didn't know where to look, that's where THIS story takes place This story isn't made for you We can only hope that once upon a time I wasn't as alone as you Wings it is just a dream interesting dreams are always the worst