Circa 2300- Intro and Chapter 1. [BOOK]

[MC Anonymous]

Circa 2300; Introduction
Surrounding the zenith of life lies the oceanic pool of death, where reality flows absent minded, unknowing whether or not it will live or die. This is the yin-yang of the material world, never knowing what the next projection will bring. Could it be astral? Could it be satanic? Perhaps, it could be a projection of self... We will never know until we take that one step. Volcanic eruptions paving the streets with igneous rock, as though the features of the road were that of a dragon scale. Life has been controlled by demonic energies, and I am alone. The areas surrounding me are a barren wasteland, I breathe in nitrogen, and breathe out my life's energy. Ever so subtle do I hear the burning of trees, and the very fire used to burn the trees are the thoughts of man-kind. You see, the trees are life, life is spirit, spirit is light, and light is energy. When you add the humanistic world view, those 4 basic properties slowly diminish behind our greed and selfishness. I walk in this land, my very land I was born and raised in, and every step I take, I feel the intangible signature of death.
I remember the stories I was once told, that the Earth was a prosperous piece of genius, and the grass was a remarkable green, and the air was safe to breathe. Where is that now? At this time in Earth's life it is non-existent, and my tears are but a mere indicator of what life is. A liquid metaphor, as it splashes on the death of wounded soil, and as the tears water the broken spirit of the Earth, nothing grows. I write inside my journal so I may live in peace within myself. The pages are the parchments of my soul and the blood inside of me leaks on to the page as ink. For I may never be able to communicate with life outside of my body again, only to my soul, which is my words.
The skies are gloomy, broken fragments of glass tampered with by human intervention, appearing to the eyes as a malevolent aura of darkness. Yet, that is only the appearance that the general consensus perceives. This is what we have made, the shards of smoke-stained glass are the prefabricated abstracts of our greed, our selfishness, our pride, our lust, and our thoughts.
Lava overflows the Nile River, and ice occupies the great barrier reef. Land is blood stained with war, death and destruction, and our water is nowhere near safe to drink without filtering it. Climate change happens once every 2 months, as though the Earth itself is trying to filter out it's virus with it's own immune system, humanity. Life is a struggle for us, we try to survive by killing each other to take each others clothes from their backs, and genetic mutations of human DNA has changed many people into war monsters, due to incest. Such a pity...
-Damien Page.
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Chapter 1
“Damn, I'm hungry.” I said as I looked outside from my window. The sounds of my footsteps echoed through-out my wooden shack, with the occasional creaks from the floor boards. As I look outside, there is brimstone surrounding the mountain top that I live upon, with sharp, rigid rocks hand-carved to act as spikes like that of a fortress to keep away rabid beasts. Faintly, molding within the sounds of bullets, you can hear the screams of woman being raped, and men being killed. “Shit... I didn't even get to scratch behind my ears or stretch before I hear the agony of a woman, what the hell.” I said. “To hell with that, I'm going to mind my own business. No sense in going to be the hero and get a nice, close-ranged buckshot straight to my face! Then again, I could seemingly get myself a date... I haven't had...” I paused for a brief moment, and smacked myself in the face. “What the hell am I thinking? I got to go wash my face with cold water before I act even more stupid.” I said, bitterly. I walk out of the living room, through the rugged, disgusting excuse of a hallway and into my bathroom, which is surprisingly the freshest smelling room of the house.
“Damn it, it's so dark in this piece of garbage, where's the lamp again?” I said as I reach for the lamp. “Oh great! No more oil for my lamp! Ha ha ha ha, woah! This day couldn't get any better, huh? How about.. oh yeah! My toilet paper suddenly disappears into the crack of my ass and I can't wipe with anything but leaves! Or I drown in a pile of blood and end up getting many different diseases!“ I exclaimed coldly. “This day better be getting better and not worse otherwise somebody is going to get stripped for their oil.” I said. I walk out the bathroom fuming with anger, and grab my German Luger from inside my pocket of my jacket. “Time to get some supplies” I said, sadly. I've always hated running low on supplies, because not only do I have to kill people for it, I may have to kill little kids if they are genetically mutated... not a pretty thing to see.
The crunching of leaves as I walk are indicators that someone is coming, so I must be very quiet, and alert. Every step I take is like jumping on a bed of spikes, you can survive or die, either way it will hurt. I whisper to myself “Where in the hell are the cabins around here? All I want is some supplies so I can leave and go home.” Suddenly, a ferocious growl appears behind me, and I instantly turn around quicker then my body allowed so I fell, and hit the ground hard. “Damn it!” I yelled. “Oh my lord what in the name of hell fire is that!? Get away from me!” Pulsating booms of sound emit from the figures body, so loud that it is hard to understand what the figure is saying. The noise resembles that of a tornado, and the effects of the pulsation resembles one as well. The figure cried between screams “Kill me! I can not live like this anymore! Every time I move my flesh burns!” “What are you-” I was cut off. “Kill me!” the voice is booming now, and the ground begins shaking. “What the hell is happening here?” “Please kill me!” The voice said, morphed and deep. Suddenly the trees around me begin to burn, as if the trees themselves feel the voice's pain, and are showing their tears with the flames of sorrow. Almost in an instant, the figures body became engulfed in an aura of darkness, so magnificently dark in presence that I couldn't help but to be horrified inside. I scrambled to reach for my Luger. “If you don't kill me you will die! I can not control this anymore!” It said. I slowly aim, and at that moment, time froze, and I saw the body between pulses of black. “You're just a little girl” I said, and fired. The body of the girl screamed with a bloody fury, echoing through out the forest, and exploded with a spontaneous eruption of flames and darkness. From the distance of where she was standing came the wave of energy, coming closer...and closer... without hesitation or remorse. My heart beats quicker and quicker, and that's all I hear, is my heart beat..beating.. every beat the destructive wave becomes more frightening and dangerous. My eyes become movie projections, focusing on every moment of the day before this one, almost as though I was allowed to retrace my steps before my fate is determined by this event now, this event right now. “Oh Lord..'' The wave reaches with it's anguish at my soul, rushing quickly. ''I call to you to protect me please...I am on my knees crying for you to help me!..'' 100 feet away from me is the wave now. ''Please Lord, I never did anything wrong, why punish me like this!..'' 50 feet. ''If I die right now, then make it painless just don't allow me to suffer Lord!..'' 10 feet. ''PLEASE-'' and there was darkness.

[DMDOKURO]

That's as deep as hell can get, man. I can't wait to see what mystery lies beyond Circa now.

[Relapse.LP]

Great. Just put more spacing between paragraphs.

EDIT: Making the dialogue more mature-sounding would probably help as well. Get rid of some vernacular language...

[gutawafang]

Storybook.