Still no sign of the parachute even from this rooftop position, *sigh*. And what about that Viney obsessed fellow, huh? Turns out it wasn’t hate in his eyes as he approached me again, just fiery, passionate interest. Investigator of the paranormal. Just like…
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0044, 0208, GTA
I was almost halfway through my tour of the vineyard when I spotted it crazily dangling above an attached plant.
Then less than a minute later the plane crashed, BOOOM!
I rushed to the scene…
… only to find an empty cockpit bent up like an old tin can. But where was the pilot? I scanned the grounds from my position for signs of a parachute. None spotted.
Then I went back to the main house and found this tile thingy and knew one was somehow related to the other. Channeling, I realized later. Because I wasn’t the only one who’d made the association. More on that soon.
Despite the oddities, I decided to finished exploring the vineyard to complete my video. “How about that plane crash, huh?” I asked a passing worker in an upper field.
“Happens all the time,” he responded in a Hispanic accent without stopping, surprising me. Initially. Then I followed this up with, “And the vine!” as he was walking away, halting him in his tracks.
He reversed course, venom in his eyes. “What — do you know — about *Viney*?”
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“Have you two ever thought about getting married yourself? I mean, in real life?”
—–
“You don’t understand, honey. I’m — already — here.”
“No matter how many times—”
“Here. Let me lift you up so that you can see better over these vines.”
“Th-there’s a man standing up there, Keith. On *our* roof. Staring directly at me — us.”
“Yeah. I know.”
He turns.
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They got the green light for the project even thought the base plans were still a bit up in the air.
Fern Stalin, playing the role of Dr. Kelp at least in section 02 of this here photo-novel, cussed because she couldn’t get inside to take a better look-see. Restricted. In fact about all the interiors of the Krypton sim seem to be that way, except for the naval hospital. So she decided to break a leg.
“Ow ow ow,” she acted for the night doctor. Idontknow I believe, which is perhaps Turkish. “Fix it fix it *Fix it*!”
They tried to take an x-ray but she squirmed around in so much fake pain that they couldn’t get a clear image. “Dr. Kelp — *please*, Idontknow pleaded, having to enter the scene again after retreating to his office to let the techs take over. “If you could just hold steady for a moment. I know it hurts.”
“You don’t *know* the pain,” she barked through a grimace. “No, just get me a wheelchair. I’ll come back later when a different doctor is on the clock. I don’t like your attitude.” She grimaced again, yelped in pretend pain a bit once more.
“Dr. Kelp, if you’d just–”
“Do it!” she commanded at the top of her lungs. The techs working on floors 1 and 3 turned their eyes upward and downward respectively, wondering about the noise. Dr. Idontknow thought he had no choice.
“Get her a wheelchair,” he said to his 2nd floor techies who were staring straight on. Let her circle around the hospital a couple of times with that leg, he thinks. She’ll be back soon enough.
“I’ll need a pass to get back in,” she said as they slid her into the seat.
“Well, actually–,”
“Do it!”
And so they gave her a pass even though she didn’t actually need one to return. They were trying to quiet her down in any way possible, her plan all along. Once she got in the wheelchair, she took the elevator down to the first floor…
… and was out of there, putting its little electric motor on full throttle on the way back to the room with the up-in-the-air military personnel about 200 yards away. Her plan to get to those plans worked (!). She was so pleased with herself. Dr. Idontknow, pheh, she thought. 3rd shift indeed.
“What???” more competent Dr. Who screamed in the morning when he arrived upon learning about the missing patient and wheelchair. “Yes sir?” answered 2nd shift Dr. What standing not far behind him, having to come in early for a personnel meeting. Dr. Idontknow also decided to stick around from 3rd to attempt an explanation for the situation. And then non-shift Dr. Why showed up out of left field to join the discussion, surprising everyone. And then the whole thing ended with all of them actually not caring, go figure.
Fern, base plans stolen before the military personnel’s eyes with more trickery, was home free.
What a convoluted joke! But it worked.
Now to build this aerial thing, she thought back in her own hanger.
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He and Slop sat there for the longest time. He kept the truck running in the cool Autumn morning, almost completely rusted over from the Blue Feather Sea salt and brine. The heat was set to medium high. The radio was tuned to the local KLXC station and its blend of medium rock and high jazz. Even the worn seat of his truck was set to same (medium high) so he could sit up and see the road better in his older age. Slouching more, he recognized. Uncle Barnacles, so named for his crusty attitude, also perhaps brought on by his own proximity to the same salty, upper central Maebaeleia continent body of water named before, had his back turned on the “creature” on purpose. He had a crate to deliver, per his new job, but he didn’t want to go over there, get any closer. “Slop,” he said to his riding companion, a droopy hound with almost as complex of personality, “I can feel it. Even if I can’t see it. You hear that hum? That’s it. Some say, Slop, it’s *comforting*. Imagine that,” he spat out with bile. Slop slopped an agreeing bark in his face, pelting it lightly with saliva, which Uncle Barnacles was use to. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
2 hours later, he’d managed to turn the truck around and face it on the upper lot of the same parking deck, but on the opposite side of where he could get a direct look. He was trying to get use to the idea of being here, of working for the people who decided to create this whole megalopolis centered around it. Or working on it, super city creation in progress. “1st crate and I’ve already got cold feet,” he complained to Slop again. “Might as well turn in my badge and get paid for my 1/2 day’s work. Maybe, hmm, maybe I’ll just leave the crate here, in the parking deck, and tell them where it’s at. Whaddaya say, Slop?” Another light splatter of spit. The crate was unloaded and they were outta here, returned to the sea of which they were so much a part of now.
“Another one lost,” human resources director and more A. Pond lamented later back at the office, staring at the still moist security badge. “Well, if the locals are spooked by the thing then we’ll just have to hire more outside workers, preferably ones desperate for a job. Her thoughts turned southward, beyond the continent’s old Neutral Zone. Slums of Hatton, as she derogatorily called it in her Northern way, might do for a start.
(to be continued)
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https://www.reddit.com/r/Voicesofthevoid/comments/1en5q2b/wha_the_hell_is_this/?rdt=43388
Question: what the hell is this?
Best answer (right answer): that’s where the voices of the void come from
And here is where Our Second Lyfe begins outstripping this more modern game in importance. Because this hole… actually comes from that. A whole super city in the upper right central part of the Maebaleia continent of that virtual world is being built around the phenomenon. Lab coat wearing Dr. Kelp and her companion A. Pond look on.
(to be continued)
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All was right with the Earth…
… until Day 27 when its cube was transferred into the Sun where it didn’t belong. Atall. Trees began to wilt, skin began to welk; our protagonist ran indoors and locked the doors and shut all the windows from the evil black shine, desperate for survival.
I theorize the malignant event has something to do with this pond, seen from the north at 0:14 in the same video…
… and then from the other direction in a more aerial view precisely 1 minute later.
And in-between — 30 seconds from each of these images — a blood spurt producing STAB…
… which happens to be connected with SLAB in another “minute earlier” video synchronicity (see top screen capture).
Where have we seen the second one from the left before? Oh yeah, in section one of this here photo-novel where our protagonist Dr. Kelp dug it up from under a green bush with a spade gathered from a red bush and gave it to the aliens in the triangle ships so that they could leave our planet of Earth after understanding its shape was a cube and not a sphere as previously assumed, flight calculations altered accordingly. Which brings us back to the top of this here post. What can *we* assume about its round and round nature? Let’s try to put ourselves in the shoes of the visiting aliens, hmm?
And what about the sister who fell into the void with all those voices? What happened to her? So let’s get back to that pond.
(to be continued)
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“My treehouse! Not… real. Sinking. Sink-ing. “No. No no no no…
“… NOOooooooooo!”
Aeriel woke up in a cold sweat on the very spot she just fell into the void in her dream, voices all around and not in a good way. This would not do. She needed to make contact with the Mother(ship) hovering far above to make all this more, well, solid. Time for her weekly bi-meeting anyway. Two birds with one stone, a bird in the bush, so on.
—–
“You will not stay long enough to make it worthwhile,” the almost torso-less but still lab coat wearing Mother said bluntly of the treehouse she had constructed, along with… her sister? And where was?… oh no. Oh NO. The dream was *real*. The *sister* who remained in the fantastical world had fallen into the void; they’d drawn straws over who would stay there before the Earth trip. She’d forgotten which is which, and that, in the end, it all goes round and round, dreams merging with reality and visa versa. Just like Oz.
(to be continued)
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“Holey moley. What’s this?? A spaceship? No. *Two* spaceships. Back to back with each other. I’ve got to go investigate this for sure.
“Hallo?
“Looks like they just had a picnic. Or are having one, given that the food lays there uneaten. Maybe even… no. Can’t be. Nooo.”
But then he got slapped on the cheek when he picked up one of the picnic baskets for further examination — enough for it to turn red — and knew it to be true. The aliens are still here. The aliens are… invisible!
“Keep it coming!” he yelled into the thin air all around him as he picked up other items from the table cloth, provoking more slaps. “I want to wake up!”
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He returned to Clobber to try and find a proper mate in which to fight the aberrant planetary forces together, under one roof. Poison Ivy came to mind.
He can’t see what’s staring at him right in front of his face, Sandy Beech thinks in his upper central Maebaleia continent psychiatrist office, viewing the terminal depicting where his brainwashed, abstracted superhero was now. Looking for an Eve to his Adam; tired of inept subordinates picked basically at random from the scum that represents humanity polluting its perfect, cubic surfaces. No, it would have to be another superhero, another planetary force to reckon with, Sandy Beech thought in tandem with the Captain. And there’s no more deadly planetary force to deal with than Poison. Ivy, that is. Only the Mother calls it Poison, as she should.
So many choices await him. There are many more options than Poison. Could go with a more wholesome mate. Like Kudzu, like Weedwoman, *different* from Flowerwoman, although the latter is an option too, he supposes. I wonder if the Incredible Bulk has a female green counterpart? he wonders. But how about *Wonderwoman*, hmm. No, too ordinary, too mundane, he decides. Like picking Superman or Batman if he was instead a woman. Same with Batgirl or Supergirl of course in his shoes. And better it be a so called “villain” — in the villain category — instead of on the positive side. *He’s* on the positive side. He needs a balance. Maybe Poison is the way to go after all. But he better get to looking through all the aisles before the morning is gone from him and he has to start preparing for his afternoon walk. 12 noon now. 12:06 actually.
Tired of watching and having chores to do himself, Sandy logs off, letting Captain Planetary have a look around unaccompanied by observing eyes. For now. He decides to start from the back, probably more the place to find the villians over the heroes, he thinks. His mind quickly turns to aliens.
Sandy already knew this would happen.
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Sunklands 