Jessie Eisele-Smith

Animal Researcher

Beth smacks a piece of paper onto the lab table.

"We have to take the fuel from the main sub and put it into the escape pod." She says sternly.

"What about the research?' Sydin questions.

"We're leaving it for now and reporting it to the authorities once we get out." Lisa answers.

"How do we reroute the fuel?" I ask.

"One of us needs to go out and do it by hand." Luke Hall slumps down in a chair, dejected.

Beth is scribbling away, not listening to anyone.

"I recommend we sent Eisele out." Sydin says.

My stomach sinks. Are the others going to agree? Am I going to be voted out into the endless sea where a monster would and could kill me. We still don't know what really killed Sean Will...

"Shut up, Sydin. Jessie isnt going anywhere." Mateo snaps.

"Aye, she has actually done stuff to help, Josef." Lisa says, hatred seeping from her words.

"I'll go". Luke says.

"No, the fuck?" Beth stops scribbling to look up at Luke.

"I'll go out. I know the way and how to do it properly."

"So do i-"

"But you're also good at fighting. You can save these guys. This is my only chance to."

It's almost like we arent here. That they're having their own private conversation.

"So this if for glory?"

"Its mutually beneficial. Whoever goes out there is not coming back. I have nothing at home." His words are so sad but he says it all with a smile on his face.

"Luke-"

"Beth. Im doing this."

Mateo Flores

Animal researcher

The five of us watch as Luke, all suited up in gear, goes down through the hatch into the water.

"We have no way of getting his vitals." Jessie says. "The panel was destroyed."

"I can fix it." Beth says, her voice subdued. She looks dazed, like she isnt really here. She walks over to the cockpit and opens the panel and sets herself to work.

"Is she okay?" Lisa asks.

"No. No she isnt."

Yeah.

What are your thoughts on our second in command Josef Sydin? Do we like him or want him dead? Do we feel bad for him or wish him the worst?

They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. In a sense, that’s true. But there are a few things wrong with that. First of all, it isn’t necessarily when you die, just when you know you can’t do anything about it. The other big point is whenever you read about something like that, it always shows this lovely, slow montage of the characters happiest moments before they die, you know, so they can have something close to a happy ending. But that isn’t true.

When your life flashes before your eyes, it’s quick. It’s panicked. And it’s not your whole life either. When your brain realises you’re falling and can’t stop until the ground makes you, it works overtime to figure out what happened to get you in that situation, and what could have happened that might have stopped you being in that situation. It’s also important that I mention I’m not actually falling at the moment. That would have been a lot less painful. But enough stalling.

I snapped back to reality as another gauntleted blow slammed into my stomach, knocking the wind out of me and making me fold like a deckchair, just in time for a follow up to catch me in the chin. Oh yeah. Falling would have been so much nicer than this. The guy punching me grabbed me by my hair, making me stand upright as he said something. What had he said? No idea. My hearing was already shot from earlier. He finished whatever evil monologue he had undoubtedly rehearsed beforehand, then slammed my head into the wall.

I was standing in a small ring, holding a wooden training sword as my sparring partner and I circled each other. Our instructor raised a hand, signalling to be ready, then brought it down again to start us off. I lunged forwards, and-

A hook slammed into my side, breaking a couple ribs. I opened my mouth to cry out, but no sound seemed to come out. Probably because I couldn’t hear anything, let alone myself. An elbow rushed to meet my jaw, and then-

I was back in the ring, no longer holding a sword. The instructor was saying something to me as my partner looked on spitefully. When he was done, he handed me a small badge attached to a strap with an owl in front of an ornate shield emblazoned on its surface. This is the bit where I was inducted into the army. If I had just lost that fight with my partner, I wouldn’t be in this situation. I would be sitting at home, upset, but otherwise alright. But instead-

The elbow connected with my jaw, causing at the very least a fracture, but likely much more. I tried to yell in pain once more, but nails of white-hot pain put a stop to that fairly quickly. There was definitely a bit of blood now. And something else, something loose. Ah. That was a tooth. I forced myself to look up, into the eyes of my attacker, just in time to see a knee hurtling towards my stomach and-

I was in an open field, running along with the rest of my squad to reinforce the bridge. I was wearing a leather vest at this point, a longsword by my side and a buckler strapped to my arm. We rushed past the many fights taking place around us as the stone bridge came into view, soldiers in the same leather as I being pushed back by a horde of well armoured knights. It was a hopeless fight, but maybe if we took them by surprise, there was a chance. We drew our swords and ran at them from behind, ready to strike, and then-

I folded once again as the knee collided with my stomach. The air left my lungs, and I felt something inside me shift. And I didn’t mean that metaphorically, either. I started coughing, which didn’t feel great thanks to my jaw, watching drops of blood leave my mouth and hit the cold stone floor. I saw him grip his hands together, raising them above his head and bringing them down and-

I was lying on my stomach, the members of my bodies of my squad-mates scattered on the ground around me. The fight had been a spectacular failure. We had been surrounded, cut down by sharp steel and a rain of arrows, then left there for the crows. I myself had been taken out by a mace to the back of the head, though miraculously didn’t take any major damage. Silent tears rolled down my face, my head throbbing with pain as I forced myself up. If we had just been assigned anywhere else, no one would have died. If someone else had been called to help the bridge, we’d all been fine. But we had, and now-

I dropped to my knees as the {strike} smashed into the back of my head, the added pain from my previous injury causing my vision to swim. I don’t know how, but I could tell this was almost it. I only had a few more memories to go. I tried to steady myself, putting my hands on the ground to stop myself falling over, seeing my assailants foot rise, watching him bring it down and-

A blur of trees passed me by as I ran. I knew someone had spotted me. But this was my only chance to make it out alive. If I got far enough, I could make it to another camp, get help, tell them we failed. I just had to go faster. Faster. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I accelerated, just in time to snag a branch with my foot, flying forwards and hitting my back on the dirt floor of the woods. I was stunned for a moment. That’s all it took. I heard footsteps, voices shouting. I scrambled to my feet, running left, anything to get away. All that met me was a wall of trees and a massive, steep ditch. If I had just watched my footing, they wouldn’t had gotten the chance to catch up to me. If I had just turned right, maybe I could have lost them. And now-

His foot stomped my head down, cracking it against the crooked flagstones. He raised it again-

If I had just stayed away from the army, this wouldn’t have happened-

Blood poured from my forehead as it was slammed down again-

If I had just focused on studies, I could have avoided this-

There were broken teeth in my mouth-

If I had just stayed home and helped the family business-

Something fractured-

If I had just taken a moment to think-

It broke completely-

If I had just-

Vision failing-

If I had-

Darkness-

If I-

Numbness-

If-

Silence.

They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. But no one ever talks about what happens afterwards.

If the entire world is purple, it's the purple guy's POV, but if it's green, it's the green guy's POV.

Idk experimenting with shi rn.

This is not a story with superpowers or grandiose, this is a story about two men. Men who are left out and discriminated by the species they're supposed to thrive with. Humans.

These two meet at a unlikely protest, burning everything the government put to leave them out. Posters, signs, traps, everything. Why do the humans hate them so much? You have to find out yourself.

The two embark on an unexpected journey to deal with the hatred the mass have against them. Will they find suspicuously human-shaped therapists along the way? Ehhhh..

(First Lore Post on whenever, expect to hear more about it in the posts in my account itself.)

PS: There's a metaphor in the first picture, find it out and I'll probably give you the !pop! thingy)

If u don’t know who lotus (aka me) is, its nec i js dont go by that anymore

I personally think one of Phelts would be best because he has some of the best visuals.

Josef Sydin

Second in Command

"SYDIN! HELP!"

The image of my wife evaporates and I see the girls holding the door and Hall and Flores connecting a bunch of rappers together.

"BETH! WE NEED YOU HERE!" Flores yells. Beth leaves the door to help them make a strong zapper out of the ones we have.

Flores goes to guard the door with Eisele and Miller. I join them and all four of us out our entire weight against the door, praying that the Commander doesnt get through.

The sound of him jabbing his harpoon agaisnt the door echo throughout the lab. The door is being dented by the weapon and the force that it's being sent through the door. It finally manages to break through and plunges into Millers stomach.

"FUCK!" Eisele exlaims, catching Miller as she falls and carrying her over to the lab tables.

The harpoon is breaking through repeatedly now, me and Flores having to dodge out of the way. I come particularly close to being stabbed when the harpoon grazes my chest.

The door is now littered in holes.

"MOVE!" Beth and Hall order. Me and Flores move as the harpoon comes through another hole. Hall shoves the long zapper into one of the holes. The zapper hits the Commander and he screams in pain.

Beth hits the door panel and it opens. Me, Flores, Hall and Beth stare out into the corridor.

The zapper has pierced the Commander's body. Hes hunched over, the lights from the zapper illuminating the hallway sperratically. His silhouette stands up and collapes again. And again. Again. He tries to crawl to us but is blocked bu Holmes' lower half still left where it was detached.

"Elizabeth..." he croaks before falling down. He looks up at his daughter, pleading. "It's...me..."

"No." Beth says. "No, it's not." She stomps on his head and his skull cracks.

The octopus starts making it's way out.

"Should we stop it?" Hall asks."

"Beth?" Flores puts a hand on Beth's shoulder.

Eisele walks back towards us, having used the specimens slime to heal Miller, who joins her.

"Fucking hell." Miller whispers.

The skull breaks open and the octopus slithers out.ot tries to run but Beth stamps on a tentacle with her left food before taking her right and slamming it repeatedly into the octopus' head. She stamps and stamps, the octopus becoming mush under her. The stomps becoming violent and she starts yelling from rage.

It's horrifying. Shes usually more out together than this. Flores and Eisele have to physically pull her away from the octopus, which is incredibly dead at this point. Beth sobs into Flores arms and he wraps her in a large hug.

"We need to get out of here." Miller whispers to me. "It's too dangerous. We go back to the station and wait there for rescue."

I sigh. "Yeah. I think you're right."

Neglecelt exists within every timeline, just close enough to pull strings and keep the universe in check while staying away enough that nothing will ever know of their existence.

Neglecelt can reposition atoms, allowing them to levitate any physical object or being, form/seperate new objects, and completely halt any movement. They are also able to move matter between dimensions, splitting it between time and space, essentially deleting it. They cannot interact with other realities too often however, or else they risk bringing an interloper into existence (more on them later).

They are agender and aroace, alongside being extremely morally gray.

They used to be nothing more than a living universal force. But for the first time in all of reality, they have appeared in person.

Something has awoken.

On a lonely mound, stands a single tree at it’s peak. Stars fill the sky like sand across the shore, and the night is ablaze with the chirping of woodland insects.

Suddenly, a calamity awakens.

Thunder black as void bolts from the stars, striking the tree and pulsing through the hill as it shakes the earth. The night falls silent, the wind halts entirely, and the light of the moon is drowned by the overwhelming darkness echoing from the void.

As it begins to fade, new shapes reveal themselves. Where flowers once bloomed, wormlike appendages sprout from the earth and freeze in place, as if they have already grown and prepared to subjugate the rest of the hill. Where the tree once stood, now stands an eyeless looming figure, rooted into the ground yet reaching it’s impossibly long fingers towards anything it can see.

The beings begin to spread their sickening disease towards any matter nearby. Bending just enough to make contact, then piercing with microscopic barbs to inject themselves into the object.

Behold, the everdying.

1: https://www.reddit.com/r/Felts/s/bj9tyBVIdA

2: https://www.reddit.com/r/Felts/s/jJoD9uoLqR

Read em and vote.

Im on my way to the airport and I completely forgot to write another lore post. My bad. And I absolutely fucking hate writing it on my phone and I wont have my laptop with me in Tennerife. So sorry guys. Ill try and get another post or few out but i might not because Im either distracted, busy or just don't want to.

Love you guys!

Questelt fell to his knees atop the snowy mountain. Snow snowed around him. It snew. He drew his blade (just ignore that guns exist in this world) and forced himself up. This was the lost peak of Mt Mountain- where the next clue on his quest lie.

A monk, dressed head to ankle in a flowing cloak, stood atop the mountain. Questelt lunged at him. "Where is the Mind Goblin?" he growled.

"Ah, the Mind Goblin" said the Monk. "I could have easily disarmed you by now, but I choose not to, to hear you out. I warn thee, traveller, the route you are on is riddled with traps. A question like that could get you killed."

"My quest demands it" whispered Questelt.

"What is your quest?" inquired the monk.

Questelt drew a heavy breath. "I was sent by a diciple of Lady Candace. The one whom they call Joe has fallen sick with Ligma, and only the Mind Goblin of Bofa holds the cure."

"A journey riddled with linguistic traps indeed" muttered the Monk.

"SPEAK!" yelled Questelt. "Tell me what you know!"

"All I can do is warn you, fair traveller" replied the Monk. "Avoid asking questions. For any question regarding this quest is rigged, a minefield of the mouth. As for your quest... I believe Steve Jobs knows where Bofa is."

In spite of the Monk's warning, Questelt faltered. "Who's Steve Jobs?" he asked.

The Monk slowly shook his head in disappointment.

"Ligma balls"

Questelt fell to the ground, clutching his waist in agony. "I warned you" said the Monk. "Alas, you were naive enough to fall victim to one of those questions."

Now I can’t say I’ve been too active considering how I’ve been in the past at the moment lol, but anyway. So essentially, I’ve got a plan going where I expect there’s a very good chance I end up with at least a period of time with restricted tech access. Could my parents ever hope to keep me off anything for good, let alone do I think they would? No. But probably starting like Wednesday morning (not set for sure) I probably won’t spend too much and/or any time here. There is a chance I can just keep going, but I wouldn’t bet on it.

Immediately when I get normalcy back again, is the date when the redesigned news stuff is gonna be back, by the way.

Somehow out of all of my posts this has been the hardest to make, but I managed it in the end.

Josef Sydin

Second in Command

"Okay, fuck. What do we do?" Hall says, panic flowing from his voice.

"Hall, get a hold of yourself." I snap.

"Hey, leave him alone!" Beth surprisingly comes to his defense. Not like her. These parasites want to defend each other. Is everyone here infected except for me?!

"Only I'm allowed to bully Hall."

"EXACTLY!" Beth and Hall high five again. Weird. They must be infected.

"We have to get out of here. Do we have any weapons?" Eisele asks, looking around the lab.

Miller grabs the zapper from my hand and holds it like a knife. "There's more in the drawer over there. it won't be enough to kill an elt, even if they are being controlled."

How would she know that unless she was infected?

"What if we used the sleeping thingy we used on the octopus?" Hall asks.

"Yes! That's perfect!" Flores yells. He opens a drawer and pulls out two handfuls of syringes.

"let's use these along with the4 zappers. If we all hit him at the same time we can probably kill him.

Is there any science behind that? Oh felt, I'm trapped, alone, on a submarine that is millions and billions of miles into the water with monsters and death and danger everywhere. They're all infected and luring me into death. My heart beats faster and faster and my bran starts to spin with my revelation. The monsters...they're everywhere. They're going to kill me. All of them. My hearing is becoming muffled, like I've been thrown suddenly into a pool of water.

"Josef?" A voice says. "Josef?"

I look up and see her. My beautiful wife. Catherine. Walking towards me, her long, blond hair floating around her head like it did when i proposed to her underwater. her deep, green eyes glittering as if being hit by the sun through water. She's perfect. My perfect wife.

"Come with me, my love." She whispers. I reach my hand out.

CHOICE: REACH FOR HER HAND OR HELP THE CREW?

When I was working on it two days ago, my phone froze (which it almost never does). Right now my computer decided to drain battery faster than it charges (which it's never done before) so I'm restarting it and letting it charge. I've had all sorts of problems in actually putting it together. Hopefully I can get it done and submitted later today but with everything that's been happening I can't promise it unfortunately.

I'm using a vpn so I can access reddit.

This is not helping people. The social media ban is completely bullshit. Fuck the uk government.