Matt Knight
Time-Traveler
Main Entry: chaos theory
Part of Speech: n
Definition: the study of unpredictable and complex dynamic systems that are highly sensitive to small changes in external conditions
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(( Howdy folks, this is a RP Story idea I've been playing with for a while now. This is merely a Present-Day teaser post. Soon to come are the parallel posts that will include a Middle-Earth friendly setting as well as one taking place in the not-so-distant future. 'Sorry of this is a bit long. Enjoy! ))
Date: December 5, 2006 C.E.
Era: Present Day
Ralph had always seemed the sort of unintelligent young man who would say something as completely naive as "I hate weather." The underlying meaning of statement, of course, was that he hated the weather as it stood presently, but never the less his statement, however stupid, was as said.
He had stood there in his mom's dilapidated old shack of a Victorian-styled house watching all of his neighbors battle the inches upon inches of falling snow all day. He thought it wise not to attempt to fight such a force until the time that the precipitation had completely subsided.
"Why bother?" he had always said. There was no real point in trying to shovel any snow today. Any idiot paying attention to the weather channel would know that the snow would continue until the on-set of night, and all of those beautifully shoveled driveways were going to have to be shoveled again.
"RALPH!" an angry, older female voice calls, "Go shovel the driveway!"
"I'll shovel it once the snow lets up ma."
"It's dark out now, go do it before it gets too cold."
Unable to really attempt to reason with his mother, Ralph geared up, and trudged through the 19 inches of cold, cotton-fluffed "bliss" that awaited him. He took his tool: the shovel, the only one he was going to need, and set to work.
... An hour had gone by and not much progress could be spoken of. The snow was just too deep and thick to really make progress in any sort of efficient manner.
"This sucks!" Ralph exclaimed, chucking his shovel into the nearest bank of snow. At this point there is so much of the stuff that the shovel manages to stand mostly upright.
In exasperation Ralph took a seat in the heftiest snow bank, just to his left, and stole a glance looking upward, toward the sky. He noticed that the sky was actually mostly clear... his mother had had a point this time, the snow had been subsiding when he'd set out to begin shoveling.
At that very moment however, he noticed an unusual cloud formation. The fact that it was a formation of clouds isn't what surprised him; it was the fact that from somewhere deep within the clouds there seemed to be an eerie blue glow.
Ralph had seen some funny clouds before, but never in his life had he known them to exhibit a blue color... green perhaps, but never blue.
He also noticed something else, that this particular formation of clouds was expanding, not just blowing in a particular direction but actually spreading outward, allowing for this blueish glow to overtake the otherwise dark night.
"That's odd," he remarked to himself, having risen to a stand, as if he somehow believed that this would allow him to see the phenomenon better.
"Hey Mom!" he called, "You should come check this out!"
Only an inaudible yell was heard. It didn't matter.
He looked up at the clouds again, and this time, much to his delight, and surprise, the faint blue glow had transformed into blue flashes which seemed to be reaching down toward the ground, not all that dissimilarly from lightning strikes.
"Whoa..." he remarked to himself
"Mom, you really have to check this--"
ZAP!
The young man himself had suddenly fallen victim to the very phenomenon that captivated him so. A bolt of the blue energy strung out and touched him. However, this was not merely lightning. He was not struck down and nearly killed; in fact, he was not even there. He had completely de-materialized, and been captured by the entity above him.
...
Ralph felt faint... One moment he had been standing in his snowy driveway... and the next he felt like he was being thrown halfway across his yard by a thuggish beast. Then he noticed that his eyes were closed.
He opened them, only to find himself completely devoid of his winter garments, instead being clothed only by a single white sheet. It should have been winter, this should have caused him a great deal of distress, but it didn't, why?
Taking a moment he observed his surroundings and suddenly realized that wherever he was far, he was FAR from where he was just a moment ago. To his left was a campfire of sorts sitting in the middle of an ethereal-looking forest clearing. The whole world around him, as it seemed, was neither real nor unreal. It didn't seem like anything out of a dream, yet somehow he knew that if he wanted to experience where he was like he would have a real forest, it would only lead to disappointment, because it wasn't real at all.
"Welcome my son," stated the voice of an older man, sitting across from Ralph at the fire.
"Who the HELL are you? What the HELL is going on?" Ralph exclaimed as the shock began to dissipate.
"Relax my son, you are safe here."
"Where the hell is here? Why am I here anyway? One minute I was back at home... and... Jesus man... who gets off--"
"The Master--"
"The Master?"
"The Master has chosen you--"
"Chosen me for what? I mean what the fuck man, you'd better start explaining some of this shit."
"It's simple my son, there is no need for alarm," the man responded serenely, "You have been chosen, by the Master, to be removed from the flow of time."
Part of Speech: n
Definition: the study of unpredictable and complex dynamic systems that are highly sensitive to small changes in external conditions
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(( Howdy folks, this is a RP Story idea I've been playing with for a while now. This is merely a Present-Day teaser post. Soon to come are the parallel posts that will include a Middle-Earth friendly setting as well as one taking place in the not-so-distant future. 'Sorry of this is a bit long. Enjoy! ))
Date: December 5, 2006 C.E.
Era: Present Day
Ralph had always seemed the sort of unintelligent young man who would say something as completely naive as "I hate weather." The underlying meaning of statement, of course, was that he hated the weather as it stood presently, but never the less his statement, however stupid, was as said.
He had stood there in his mom's dilapidated old shack of a Victorian-styled house watching all of his neighbors battle the inches upon inches of falling snow all day. He thought it wise not to attempt to fight such a force until the time that the precipitation had completely subsided.
"Why bother?" he had always said. There was no real point in trying to shovel any snow today. Any idiot paying attention to the weather channel would know that the snow would continue until the on-set of night, and all of those beautifully shoveled driveways were going to have to be shoveled again.
"RALPH!" an angry, older female voice calls, "Go shovel the driveway!"
"I'll shovel it once the snow lets up ma."
"It's dark out now, go do it before it gets too cold."
Unable to really attempt to reason with his mother, Ralph geared up, and trudged through the 19 inches of cold, cotton-fluffed "bliss" that awaited him. He took his tool: the shovel, the only one he was going to need, and set to work.
... An hour had gone by and not much progress could be spoken of. The snow was just too deep and thick to really make progress in any sort of efficient manner.
"This sucks!" Ralph exclaimed, chucking his shovel into the nearest bank of snow. At this point there is so much of the stuff that the shovel manages to stand mostly upright.
In exasperation Ralph took a seat in the heftiest snow bank, just to his left, and stole a glance looking upward, toward the sky. He noticed that the sky was actually mostly clear... his mother had had a point this time, the snow had been subsiding when he'd set out to begin shoveling.
At that very moment however, he noticed an unusual cloud formation. The fact that it was a formation of clouds isn't what surprised him; it was the fact that from somewhere deep within the clouds there seemed to be an eerie blue glow.
Ralph had seen some funny clouds before, but never in his life had he known them to exhibit a blue color... green perhaps, but never blue.
He also noticed something else, that this particular formation of clouds was expanding, not just blowing in a particular direction but actually spreading outward, allowing for this blueish glow to overtake the otherwise dark night.
"That's odd," he remarked to himself, having risen to a stand, as if he somehow believed that this would allow him to see the phenomenon better.
"Hey Mom!" he called, "You should come check this out!"
Only an inaudible yell was heard. It didn't matter.
He looked up at the clouds again, and this time, much to his delight, and surprise, the faint blue glow had transformed into blue flashes which seemed to be reaching down toward the ground, not all that dissimilarly from lightning strikes.
"Whoa..." he remarked to himself
"Mom, you really have to check this--"
ZAP!
The young man himself had suddenly fallen victim to the very phenomenon that captivated him so. A bolt of the blue energy strung out and touched him. However, this was not merely lightning. He was not struck down and nearly killed; in fact, he was not even there. He had completely de-materialized, and been captured by the entity above him.
...
Ralph felt faint... One moment he had been standing in his snowy driveway... and the next he felt like he was being thrown halfway across his yard by a thuggish beast. Then he noticed that his eyes were closed.
He opened them, only to find himself completely devoid of his winter garments, instead being clothed only by a single white sheet. It should have been winter, this should have caused him a great deal of distress, but it didn't, why?
Taking a moment he observed his surroundings and suddenly realized that wherever he was far, he was FAR from where he was just a moment ago. To his left was a campfire of sorts sitting in the middle of an ethereal-looking forest clearing. The whole world around him, as it seemed, was neither real nor unreal. It didn't seem like anything out of a dream, yet somehow he knew that if he wanted to experience where he was like he would have a real forest, it would only lead to disappointment, because it wasn't real at all.
"Welcome my son," stated the voice of an older man, sitting across from Ralph at the fire.
"Who the HELL are you? What the HELL is going on?" Ralph exclaimed as the shock began to dissipate.
"Relax my son, you are safe here."
"Where the hell is here? Why am I here anyway? One minute I was back at home... and... Jesus man... who gets off--"
"The Master--"
"The Master?"
"The Master has chosen you--"
"Chosen me for what? I mean what the fuck man, you'd better start explaining some of this shit."
"It's simple my son, there is no need for alarm," the man responded serenely, "You have been chosen, by the Master, to be removed from the flow of time."
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