After getting seperated and lost in Salem
on the way to the Halloween Party, our group
is greeted by the Guardian
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for a description ...continued from the last issue: Latin Princess pushed the dirty, grime
covered door as hard as she could and fell
through into a great light. Dazed and confused,
she picked herself up, squinting as the light
faded revealing a room full of NOOBS. Tory also found herself strangely transported
to this place she
did not recognize. I awoke in a star filled place. It was not
heaven, as I have been there, but it had
a peaceful feeling about it. As my eyes adjusted
to the darkness, I could see quite a few
NOOBs standing around. As I always do, I
went up and tried to greet one of the NOOB
boyz. "Hello, I am Tory", I tried
to say as I extended my hand in the traditional
Moove greeting. Nothing came out of my mouth.
In fact, my mouth did not even move. It was
like my brain and mouth were no longer connected. As I scanned the NOOBS, a feeling of disorientation
washed over me. I
looked down at my arm and
noticed I was wearing
the basic NOOB outift
- the green and floral
polyester blouse with
matching green slacks.
I looked around for
a mirror, but my
eyes were greeted only with
stars for as far
as I could see. As NOOBS popped in with a concerned and confused
look on each of their faces, I touched the
NOOB that I wanted to greet and pointed to
my mouth and shook my head to let him know
I could not speak. He replied with a nod
of his head and then pointed to his mouth
and shook his head. We both shrugged. I joined the growing group of poorly dressed
NOOBS and wandered around a tiny bit, lost
and a teenie bit scared. "Gawd, I hope
no one sees me in this fashion disaster",
I thought to myself then laughed (in my head)
when I realized that no one had any way of
distinguishing me from any other NOOB. "Whew" One by one, the NOOBS turned towards a podium
with a large book
of some sort on it, and
as I turned and looked
with them, I saw him. He was the only one not dressed in the basic
NOOB outfit. Instead
he wore a black turtleneck,
black slacks and
gloves and a black mask.
He did not speak
at first. He just stood
at the podium flipping
the pages of the big
book. Every once
in awhile, he would smile
a small smile or
raise one eyebrow in a look
of a concern. He
then looked up at us all
and it seemed like
he was counting to see
if everyone was present.
He then spoke. "Do not be afraid Torrence" I heard him say, but his mouth did
not move. It was as if the sweetest honey
had filled my mind. I wondered if each of
those in the crowd also got the personal message. The
man in black then continued: To most of you, I seem vaguely familiar.
To others of you I am just a wisp of a memory
or a deja vu. Today I will explain where
you have seen me before and why there is
a deep sense of peace mixed with profound
confusion. I will also explain why you cannot
speak to each other, why you are all the
same on the exterior, what this book means
and many other questions that I know are
running through your minds. Let me first say that none of you are what
is known as NOOBS in the Virtual World you
have chosen to exist in. You are artists,
designers, group leaders, and highly respected
residents in your existence. Many of you
have been living here for years. This is
why you cannot communicate with each other
and why I chose to address you all in anonymous
form. Each of you have a unique gift and if used
alone has the ability to bring your Virtual
World closer to the Utopia for which it was
designed. If used together your gifts have
the potential to destroy this world as well
as the world you call "Real".
The man in black then left the podium and
stood in front of the group. His face was
kind and had the look of wisdom of a man
many years older than he appeared. He raised
a fist and slowly opened his hand revealing
a small glowing "bean". Before all of you arrived here, you existed
in "Real". Each of you were chosen
and then approached in the real world where
you were offered this small magic bean. A flood of memories about the bean filled
my brain. I had seen the bean before in my
dreams, but it was given to me by a very old man
in a white hooded cape.
I am in an ambulance (in my dream) and I
am running to a familiar place I have never
been to before. The very moment I arrive
at this "unknown familiar" place,
I am stopped by the oldman in white and he
places the magic bean in my mouth. The "familiar
place" fades away and then the dream
ends. I listened to the man in black continue. Each of you were told that if you ate this
magic bean your world and life as you knew
it would no longer exist. You would be transported
from "real" into the existence
you know now with no memory of the world
from which you came. You were also all told that you could bring
as many of your "real life" family,
friends and loved ones with you - as long
as they ate a bean too.. You were then asked how many, if any, magic
beanz would you like" Some of you chose one, while others chose
several and some chose to accept a handfull
of these magic beanz.One of you in here now, chose to take two
dozen; of which you fed to your Hospice patients
who are now living wonderful lives in this
world.Some of you brought your children, parents,
lovers or spouses. But...as you were clearly told when you were
offered the choice of eating the bean, you
have no memory of those you brought with
you. They are here, but you have no recollection
that they were once your family and friends
in the real world. This explains one of the
mysterys of your world - this being, the
strong desire for family. This uncontrollable
need for Aunts, Uncles, Children and Parents. But something happened that has caused a
rift, a break in the wall the kept you from
remembering that the real world existed.
One of you was fed the bean, not by your
own personal choice, but by a loving spirit.
It was fed to you while you were seriously
injured - still alive, but in death you swallowed
the bean. This resulted in the "bean
eater" being pulled not from real, but
from the afterlife. It is this, we believe,
that allowed the one who was pulled back
to venture out into the real world in your
new form. The form you call Avatar. While
this could change the course of events -
destiny - in the real world, we (the bean
givers) were able to correct and fix any
actions that would have resulted in a major
change of destiny. Until now. If this unique "bean eater" had
been the only one
exploring the real
world,
the situation could
have been managed
- but
this "bean eater"
has brought all
of you into the real
world with her through
various vacations
and trips. This has
caused
an irreversable tear
in the fabric that
seperates
the two worlds. It
cannot be repaired. I knew he was speaking about me and my magazine
and I felt sick. This helps explain another great mystery
in your world, the
"poofing"
as
you call it. When
the fabric was torn,
the
personal gravitational
forces of the real
world were able to
reach into this Virtual
World and pull you
out. While you may
not
poof for days upon
end, once destiny
in real
finds a piece of
the puzzle missing,
it reaches
through the fabric
and pulls out the
missing
piece. Often this
is one of you.
Some of you are able to handle the poofing
without damage to
your thought process,
while
others of you find
the need to babble
uncontrollably
(I thought of CC in the Pumpkin Patch), and others become confused and disoriented.
We are working to
repair the rip in
the fabric
and replace it with
a doorway, or portal,
but there is another
result from the rip
that we cannot fix.
That is why you are
all
here now. The rip in the fabric that has seperated
real from here has
also allowed pieces
of
real that do not
fit to travel into
here.
Let me explain this
way so you will fully
understand. The emotion
of hate is not a
natural piece of
the puzzle in the
real world,
just as prejudice
is not a part of
real destiny.
There are many of
these unnatural and
destructive
objects in the real
world. These are
living
things, and as with
all living things,
they
multiply and grow.
As the real world
becomes
overpopulated with
these unnatural living
things, they need
what can only be
called,
"fresh feeding
grounds". Your
Utopia
- your existence
- your world, this
world
is the new feeding
ground. It is not just hate and prejudice that are
now able to feed
here without fear
of predator,
but dozens of destructive
organisms are now
multiplying and threatening
to destroy not
just your world,
but the real world
also.
Jealousy, anger,
unforgiveness, greed,
and
mistrust are just
a few. If these are
able
to grow and multiply,
the residents of
your
world will be able
to wreck havoc, and
in
time, destroy the
real world. As most
of
you know, you cannot
be killed in real.
In
your world, your
actions - your ability
to
delete your existence
- determine your
ultimate
fate. Since this
is not the way real
operates,
your jouneys into
the real world cannot
end
your lives as "avatars.
I know this
confusing to you,
but think of this. Today, you are all going on vacations to
have fun and grow closer. Tomorrow it will
be those from your world with extreme hate - what
is known as evil - that will be entering
the real world. It will be the war that ends
all. It will be the apocolypse. You all that
stand before me are the only hope to avert
this end of existence in both real and in
here. You stand before me as identical creatures.
You have not communicated with each other,
so there is no reason to dislike or be fearful
of anyone standing next to you. You are different
only in your beliefs, your opinions , and
your special gifts, which only you know.
It is this openess, this fresh patch of snow
- untracked - that I need you all to take
with you. If you remember nothing else from
this gathering, remember that your world
offers this fresh untracked field of snow.
I need each of you to fight hate with love,
prejudice with tolerance, jealousy with understanding
and trust, and to practice the most revered
of ancient arts, forgiveness. Now to answer your last question, "who
am I"? I am the Guardian. I exist in
both worlds and I exist only to protect. The book on the Podium
is my guide. It lists a complete record of
all....POOF I found myself standing in a Hotel room in
the real world in a red and white Cheerleader
outfit with a guitar laying on the orange
bedspread patterned with clown characters.
I immediatly noticed my wings and halo were
missing and in their place I had Poms Poms.
WTF? I shook my head to erase the fog, pulled
the matching orange drapes aside and peered
out the dirty window. I saw the desert and
a sign...The Clown Motel - Tonopah, Nevada.
I jumped as the phone rang.
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crowd also got the personal message. The
man in black then continued:
but it was given to me by a very old man
in a white hooded cape.
from your world with extreme hate - what
is known as evil - that will be entering
the real world. It will be the war that ends
all. It will be the apocolypse. You all that
stand before me are the only hope to avert
this end of existence in both real and in
here.
exist only to protect. The book on the Podium
is my guide. It lists a complete record of
all....POOF
