Garb darb, updates too slow. Time to make up mah own thing.
Approximately 600,000,000,000 years ago. Earth.
My name is Alan, and I am alone.
So, so alone.
Have you ever done something, seen something, and wished more than anything you could change what you have done?
Of course not. You wouldn't be here if you had.
But I did. Not for me. For someone else. Someone who's gone now. But then, that's not special.
Everyone is gone.
It only took two months.
Two months ago I did it. I made a device that could change things. One that traveled through time. And, proud of my creation, I looked forward 6 months to see the fruits of my labor.
The second I got back to the present, I destroyed the machine.
I was horrified by what I saw! No one was satisfied! They changed things rapidly and for trivial reasons, the existence was unstable. The entire universe fluctuated between two options for years at a time over a simple football game. A
football game!!
So I redesigned the device. If one person drags the entire universe through when they change something, there will never be any peace. Ever.
The new design only changed things for the user. One person could leave the current world and go where they wanted. An alternate world with whatever they wanted. But I did not have the ability to look ahead anymore. I could not see the fruits of my labor before hand. I was young. I was excited. I was foolish.
The second people could, they left. They went to a better world to live in, a happier world, a utopia. One that was not here.
And they never came back.
Not one.
So I am alone. They have all gone somewhere "better", somewhere that is different for all of them, and until I can be in more places at once, it is somewhere I cannot go. I cannot find all of them. I cannot wander forever. I cannot retrieve what is gone.
I will write again in this journal when I have made progress, but for now?
I am alone.
So... so alone.
"Gl1tch you can't do that blah!!!!!!!!"
"This is a collaborative writing thing. I'll do what I want D=<"
I've decided to write a backstory to Annihilus. Right now Annihilius is just some mysterious person who's been imprisoned for millennia. Here's why. Like all my writing, this story will be told in peaces, snippets of emotion instead of a chronology of plot. And, most importantly, no one is inherently evil. No one is born evil, no one considers themselves evil. Everyone honestly believes they are fighting for the forces of good. Everyone.
So I'm sorry if you think I'm overstepping my bounds here, but it has no impact on the story whatsoever and makes the main bad-guy less cliché, and I've seen no evidence to the contrary that this cannot be done. So ignore it if you will, I won't argue with you if you say this shouldn't be done, because, well, I don't care. It shall be written, and in my opinion, it's written pretty damn well. And, if you give it time, it'll explain some things.