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this is my old info, put here for the benefit of when I print out my journal
I have taken out one paragraph I had in it earlier, already posted in this journal.
If you have read my info you can skip this entry, if not then YOU'RE MISSING OUT ON A GOOD STORY! GET TO READING IT, MAN!
The old name put for my journal: "your guide"
My old info:You find yourself in front of an aged, wooden door. It was once of those gigantic doors that seemed to reach forever, until it seems to become the ceiling because you can never tell where it ends. Immediately, your eye catches the pictures carved into the doors. On the left side, you discover a picture of a soothing beach. The water is tranquil, and for the exception of a few fluffy clouds, the sun is shinning on the picture. The lush, green forest in the background seemed to complete the picture.
On the right side, though, all you can find is complete mayhem. You have to stare at it for a few moments to tell it is the same place carved in the previous picture. The entire scene has changed though ; the forest has been demolished; the trees lay cluttered on the ground in disarray, except for the few strong trunks that simply just snapped and, although fallen, still try to remain connected to the ground. Lightning seemed to dominate the entire field. It seemed to be slowly consuming the forest with its fire, and, if you didn't know better, even looked like it was trying the same even on the sky. The ocean seemed to be at war with itself- Waves hurled themselves into each other, trying to cut themselves all asunder. Nothing seemed at peace.
After studing the carvings for a few minutes, you decide to try to open the door. The left door opened easy; all it took was a small pull and it blew up. The thing that got you was the right door. It seemed that the rust had fused the hinges together and sealed the door shut. With a few tugs, and some work on the hinges, the door slowly bent under the pressure, and gave away to the bizarre world that was inside.
Your jaw hangs open, and you rub your eyes in disbelief of what you find. But no amount of eye rubbing or blinking could erase the fact- the world was litterally split in two, even down to the different tinted air.
The side that got your interest first was the left side. What it was that did it, you weren't sure; maybe it was the overwhelming fragrance that seemed to fill every one of your pores, maybe it was the warmth of the soft rays from the sun over on that side, maybe it was the fresh breeze that quickly rushed over and enveloped you. But once you saw it, its image captivated you.
It is a lush, calm forest. Nearest to you is an entire field of thick grass, still moist from the morning dew. Although most of the grass has grown up to your waist, there is a few neatly trimmed trails, perfect for a little hike, expectially for those who love to walk barefoot in the grass. A couple of paths stayed in the "grass field", the others dove into the forest.
Even the trails there stayed free of leaves, roots, weeds, and other unwanted plants. Branches grew close enough to the trail to make it easy for the hungry wanderer to pick the fruits that grew there. The luscious, moist fruit gave the sweetest taste that any fruit could give (except the lemons and green apples, which gave a strong sour taste for those that love to taste sour food). Although there seemed to be no wildlife (including bugs, which seemed a little eerie) this place seemed to be paradise.
Then you looked at the right side. The first thing that you noticed was the dark clouds that seemed to always hang over the area. Although there was no rain, lightning frequently bombarded the landscape. Dozens of tornados devastated land, while that same darkness shadowed it all.
The next think you noticed was that there actually was no land to demolish. There was only sand- it covered the horizon and swallowed the tornadoes. Not even the lightning could manipulate it (as it would with other sand, it would just change it to glass; this seemed impossible here).
After a little more observation (later on of course, something else would reoccupy your mind for the next little bit) you ended up spotting a weird object in this weird landscape. After braving the tornadoes and lightning, you realised that it was actually a treasure chest. After digging some, you found that there were many different chests, all mimicing the color of the sand to camouflage themselves. The thing that got your interest, though, was the strange glow that came from the chests. Some had a yellow glow, others white, some brown, and even a couple that seemed to have a black glow. The black glow seemed to be the hardest to find- you always had to dig for days to find those chests, and whenever you tried to get near, the entire landscape reacted. The tornadoes raced toward you, the lightning circled all around, rain started to pour down, and the wind send it's entire army against you, threatening to send you not only miles from the chest, but right out the same doors you came from.
No matter what chest it was though, they all gave the same message- "Only those that are worthy can look in this chest- for greedy men would rob the contents, liars and gossopers would, through what they find, bring shame to this land, and the proud would be the worst- for they would laugh at the chest and the land in return, bring others to laugh, and mock the land by destroying everything that creates its beauty."
Dispite the hardest attempts, each would never open. Only repeat their same message.
After you had the time to absorb all of this world, there seemed to be a man that popped out of nowhere in the exact line of the world. Later on you decided that was the most bizarre part of the world. It was bizarre, though, not because of the man's sudden appearance, but because the man is was as diverse as the world around him. On the left side there is a 17 year old boy, although he seems possibly a year younger. On him is a simple yellow t-shirt, with a few strips running across the chest. He seemed to be wearing both jean type shorts, and a white shoe (since the man has only one foot on this side of the world). His hair was also brown, and cut short, and it curved to your right while flipped up a little in the front. His eye seemed to have a friendly look in it, and a big smile.
The other side of him, though, was completely different. The man's face suddenly changed into the face of the same man in his late 20's. He has a scar on his face, which ran down vertically just an inch from his eye. He also seemed to have scars on other parts of his body. His shirt was completely worn beyond recognition of the style it use to have, and it had both wear and tear marks. He was also wearing jeans instead of shorts, although time had worn out the sewing next to the ankle. His shoe was brown from the mud stains, and although his hair tried to keep the same look as the left side, his hair resembled a look someone would have when someone tried to shape their hair with their hands running out the door. His face was the face of a war-torn man, with that serious, narrow eyed stare, which told you it had seen too many things in too few days.
The man seemed content to allow you to absorb his image for a moment, and then started to speak, "Welcome, and Congratulations. You are one of the few that get to visit here. What is this place, you ask? I'll tell you- this is my world, what I think, what I feel, what I want, who I am. It is a place which only the few can see, and the fewer can enter. And you, my friend, have proven yourself worthy to come in here. You have the right to explore, question, and ponder to your heart's delight. At the same time though, let me give you two warnings.
The first is this- this world is open only to the welcome. Know that if you ever make yourself unwelcome, the land will rarely give you mercy. It will attack you, and throw you out those very doors behind you. And those doors will not open a second time.
The second is this- do not stay in the dark side of this world for long. It has proven itself hostile, and deadly. Many have perished in its rage, and even I do not dare to dwell in there for long."
The teen/man then paused for a small second, to let everything that was said sink in. After he was satisfied, he turned, and started to walk away. He then stopped, like he forgot something, and turned so he could look back over his shoulder. He waited for a moment, getting one last good look at you. Finally, when he seemed ready, he spoke. "Welcome." Lightning flashed around the man, and then he was gone.
For now.
I said it before, I'll say it again, just bare with me with the changes.
Any advice is welcome (and NEEDED!)
I have taken out one paragraph I had in it earlier, already posted in this journal.
If you have read my info you can skip this entry, if not then YOU'RE MISSING OUT ON A GOOD STORY! GET TO READING IT, MAN!
The old name put for my journal: "your guide"
My old info:You find yourself in front of an aged, wooden door. It was once of those gigantic doors that seemed to reach forever, until it seems to become the ceiling because you can never tell where it ends. Immediately, your eye catches the pictures carved into the doors. On the left side, you discover a picture of a soothing beach. The water is tranquil, and for the exception of a few fluffy clouds, the sun is shinning on the picture. The lush, green forest in the background seemed to complete the picture.
On the right side, though, all you can find is complete mayhem. You have to stare at it for a few moments to tell it is the same place carved in the previous picture. The entire scene has changed though ; the forest has been demolished; the trees lay cluttered on the ground in disarray, except for the few strong trunks that simply just snapped and, although fallen, still try to remain connected to the ground. Lightning seemed to dominate the entire field. It seemed to be slowly consuming the forest with its fire, and, if you didn't know better, even looked like it was trying the same even on the sky. The ocean seemed to be at war with itself- Waves hurled themselves into each other, trying to cut themselves all asunder. Nothing seemed at peace.
After studing the carvings for a few minutes, you decide to try to open the door. The left door opened easy; all it took was a small pull and it blew up. The thing that got you was the right door. It seemed that the rust had fused the hinges together and sealed the door shut. With a few tugs, and some work on the hinges, the door slowly bent under the pressure, and gave away to the bizarre world that was inside.
Your jaw hangs open, and you rub your eyes in disbelief of what you find. But no amount of eye rubbing or blinking could erase the fact- the world was litterally split in two, even down to the different tinted air.
The side that got your interest first was the left side. What it was that did it, you weren't sure; maybe it was the overwhelming fragrance that seemed to fill every one of your pores, maybe it was the warmth of the soft rays from the sun over on that side, maybe it was the fresh breeze that quickly rushed over and enveloped you. But once you saw it, its image captivated you.
It is a lush, calm forest. Nearest to you is an entire field of thick grass, still moist from the morning dew. Although most of the grass has grown up to your waist, there is a few neatly trimmed trails, perfect for a little hike, expectially for those who love to walk barefoot in the grass. A couple of paths stayed in the "grass field", the others dove into the forest.
Even the trails there stayed free of leaves, roots, weeds, and other unwanted plants. Branches grew close enough to the trail to make it easy for the hungry wanderer to pick the fruits that grew there. The luscious, moist fruit gave the sweetest taste that any fruit could give (except the lemons and green apples, which gave a strong sour taste for those that love to taste sour food). Although there seemed to be no wildlife (including bugs, which seemed a little eerie) this place seemed to be paradise.
Then you looked at the right side. The first thing that you noticed was the dark clouds that seemed to always hang over the area. Although there was no rain, lightning frequently bombarded the landscape. Dozens of tornados devastated land, while that same darkness shadowed it all.
The next think you noticed was that there actually was no land to demolish. There was only sand- it covered the horizon and swallowed the tornadoes. Not even the lightning could manipulate it (as it would with other sand, it would just change it to glass; this seemed impossible here).
After a little more observation (later on of course, something else would reoccupy your mind for the next little bit) you ended up spotting a weird object in this weird landscape. After braving the tornadoes and lightning, you realised that it was actually a treasure chest. After digging some, you found that there were many different chests, all mimicing the color of the sand to camouflage themselves. The thing that got your interest, though, was the strange glow that came from the chests. Some had a yellow glow, others white, some brown, and even a couple that seemed to have a black glow. The black glow seemed to be the hardest to find- you always had to dig for days to find those chests, and whenever you tried to get near, the entire landscape reacted. The tornadoes raced toward you, the lightning circled all around, rain started to pour down, and the wind send it's entire army against you, threatening to send you not only miles from the chest, but right out the same doors you came from.
No matter what chest it was though, they all gave the same message- "Only those that are worthy can look in this chest- for greedy men would rob the contents, liars and gossopers would, through what they find, bring shame to this land, and the proud would be the worst- for they would laugh at the chest and the land in return, bring others to laugh, and mock the land by destroying everything that creates its beauty."
Dispite the hardest attempts, each would never open. Only repeat their same message.
After you had the time to absorb all of this world, there seemed to be a man that popped out of nowhere in the exact line of the world. Later on you decided that was the most bizarre part of the world. It was bizarre, though, not because of the man's sudden appearance, but because the man is was as diverse as the world around him. On the left side there is a 17 year old boy, although he seems possibly a year younger. On him is a simple yellow t-shirt, with a few strips running across the chest. He seemed to be wearing both jean type shorts, and a white shoe (since the man has only one foot on this side of the world). His hair was also brown, and cut short, and it curved to your right while flipped up a little in the front. His eye seemed to have a friendly look in it, and a big smile.
The other side of him, though, was completely different. The man's face suddenly changed into the face of the same man in his late 20's. He has a scar on his face, which ran down vertically just an inch from his eye. He also seemed to have scars on other parts of his body. His shirt was completely worn beyond recognition of the style it use to have, and it had both wear and tear marks. He was also wearing jeans instead of shorts, although time had worn out the sewing next to the ankle. His shoe was brown from the mud stains, and although his hair tried to keep the same look as the left side, his hair resembled a look someone would have when someone tried to shape their hair with their hands running out the door. His face was the face of a war-torn man, with that serious, narrow eyed stare, which told you it had seen too many things in too few days.
The man seemed content to allow you to absorb his image for a moment, and then started to speak, "Welcome, and Congratulations. You are one of the few that get to visit here. What is this place, you ask? I'll tell you- this is my world, what I think, what I feel, what I want, who I am. It is a place which only the few can see, and the fewer can enter. And you, my friend, have proven yourself worthy to come in here. You have the right to explore, question, and ponder to your heart's delight. At the same time though, let me give you two warnings.
The first is this- this world is open only to the welcome. Know that if you ever make yourself unwelcome, the land will rarely give you mercy. It will attack you, and throw you out those very doors behind you. And those doors will not open a second time.
The second is this- do not stay in the dark side of this world for long. It has proven itself hostile, and deadly. Many have perished in its rage, and even I do not dare to dwell in there for long."
The teen/man then paused for a small second, to let everything that was said sink in. After he was satisfied, he turned, and started to walk away. He then stopped, like he forgot something, and turned so he could look back over his shoulder. He waited for a moment, getting one last good look at you. Finally, when he seemed ready, he spoke. "Welcome." Lightning flashed around the man, and then he was gone.
For now.
I said it before, I'll say it again, just bare with me with the changes.
Any advice is welcome (and NEEDED!)