October 24, 2006
The Chronicles Of Chrachonia
Well. There you have it. That's what I have so far. It's shabby, half-written, without any known intention to finish it. I stopped writing because I came to a point and I don't know where to turn with the story. Too often is that the case with my ideas. I have the end of the story, and the start, but that's it. The end is this; the Chrachonians end up building their massive teleportation device, and the first planet they travel to is earth. The device works, but with a glitch. After traveling through the device, their heads are hideously disfigured. Read: ugly. So, on earth they do one of two things, 1) they go around eating the heads off of humans thinking that'll fix their own heads, or 2) they retreat in silence to Chrachonia never to venture out of their galaxy again out of embarrasment. So there you have it. Any thoughts would be welcomed. Props to Tolkienist for posting such extensive comments on Chapter 1. Thanks man. :)
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October 23, 2006
The Chronicles of Chrachonia Chapter 2
Chapter 2 (High Council)
In High Council, all routine attendees are seated behind large, ornate desks that look up to the platform, where the actual Council is seated at a half circle table at the center of which is seated the Kodem, who facilitates the proceedings. The High Council is broadcast all over the planet so that nothing is decided without 100% knowledge of the people. All the routine attendees rise in unison with their leader who announces, “I will now the address High Council of Chrachonia”. The members and the High Council in unified response shout, “Kodem Haman now speaks!” Haman raises his hand and the routine attendees and the High Council are seared. Haman begins. “People of Chrachonia, High Council of Chrachonia, I come before you with a plan for Chrachonia. To long our people have been suffering from laziness and boredom. To long they have spend their days doing mindless tasks that were created to occupy them. The vast Chrachonian knowledge of the universe and its intricacies is put to waste of by this drab lifestyle. Our people are brilliant and they have the knowledge of the universe, each one of them. They were given the gift of all knowledge and intelligence many years ago, as well all know. It must not be squandered by this generation.” The Council and the routine attendees murmur their agreement. Haman continues “As you know, there are other worlds and galaxies in our universe and the gods only know if there are other universes. It is time to enlighten the entire universe with Chrachonian knowledge. To long have Chrachonians done nothing to bestow intelligence to the other worlds. In this, Chrachonians have damned the universe to stupidity in our unwillingness to share this great knowledge.” Rafan, the oldest member to hold a seat on the High Council speaks. “Kodem Haman is right! What legacy do we leave our children? The legacy of a cruel society? Our first generation fathers swore an oath never to oppress a society by the cruelty of an authoritarian government that we have not violated in 200,000 years of Chrachonian greatness. We have learned of amazing things in that time. We have built amazing things in that time. But now, at the end of all knowledge and intelligence while it is in every Chrachonian man, woman and child’s own mind, will we curse our father’s oath, and even the universe itself as a result of not imparting this great gift to the known universe? Well!?!?!” “No,” the crowd shouts in disapproval. Quietly at first, then louder and bolder the crowd beckons as the High Council looks on. “What shall we do?” “We have all intelligence, what is left to do?” As the volume in the great hall elevates, Haman raises his hand slowly, silencing all pleas. “The High Council ahs pondered this question for years now. We have reached the conclusion that Chrachonia must act. Chrachonia shall begin the construction of a teleportation portal.” At this announcement, the crowd begins to vibrate disgust. “We already have teleportation all over our world, why build more?” Kodem Haman quickly answers. “Yes, single teleports that transfer from one end of the planet to the other. However, we plan to design a teleportation system so advanced, it would allow us to send great quantities of our society to distances far, far away. This portal will also be able to port us to different dimensions of time as well. As a result, Chrachonians will occupy uninhabited worlds, and inhabited worlds will be given the everlasting gift of all knowledge and intelligence, as we Chrachonians know it. We Chrachonians will rise as the saviors of the universe!” The thundering applause and shouting of the Chrachonians shakes the assembly. At this point, all of Chrachonia is engulfed in shouting and applause. The High Council has spent some time conducting research into the teleportation project. Over the next several years, the data is taught to all of Chrachonia as they prepare to undergo the construction of the device.
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October 22, 2006
The Chronicles of Chrachonia Chapter 1
Foreword
The story of Chrachonia is a long one. It is one that is sad, happy, and has many characters. It was asked of me to tell it, hence, it is being put into print for the first time that I know of. It is the story of a planet that is far away, in another galaxy even. That planet is Chrachonia (Kra – Sho – Ney – Uh). To properly understand the story of the Chrachonians, one must have a brief introduction of their culture and the main characters in this story. Hence, chapter 1.
Chapter 1 (Chrachonia)
The planet of Chrachonia is far away in another galaxy. Here is a brief overview of it’s history. It has been in existence far before earth’s mere six thousand years. And, by any intelligent man’s estimation, it will be in existence far longer than earth could ever exist. The start of Crachonia differs depending on which story you hear, but the main facts are the same. Chrachonia once only consisted of four individuals. They were the sole survivors of a catastrophic event on another planet. What planet and what events are different based on who tells the story. There were two women, and two men. They crash-landed on the Chrachonia, that, at that time, was abundant in plant and animal life, but there was no intelligent life on the planet. They recognized the planet’s unprecedented ability to sustain life. They decided to make their homes there, and start the world of Chrachonia. They did this by consulting their gods, and swearing an oath to one another. They swore that neither they, nor their descendents would ever allow an authoritarian form of government. For a thousand years, they labored to build the ultimate society. After a thousand years, the gods saw the good that the Chrachonians had done, they decided to do something they had never done for any other planet. They imparted to them all knowledge and intelligence. The Chrachonians were now the most advanced civilization to ever have lived. They were still primitive, but they had the means to do almost anything. For another twenty five hundred years, the Chrachonians united and accomplished such great works in all areas. Architecture, literature, science, technology, religion, and even arts and media were all conquered to the height of their ability, which was the pinnacle of all intelligence. The things they accomplished cannot be written here for they could not be explained, neither would there be room if they could. The Chrachonian government is vastly different than any you or I have ever known. It is not absolute, as a result of the oath, but there is one man who holds a central position. He is known as the Kodem. He acts as a chairman of the High Council, which decides all major decisions. The public has a two-thirds deciding vote for who sits on the High Council, and all may attend the high Council meetings. The Chrachonian military is of a singular peculiarity. Many years ago, it was discovered the Chrachonia is the only planet in the universe that is home to the Groken. (Gra – kin) The Groken is a peculiar animal to say the least. I shall do my best to describe them in sufficient detail here. They have the skin of an elephant, but differ from the elephant in weight. The Elephant is very heavy, while these beasts are very light. It has an eagle-shaped head with a beak to match, and wings like a hawk. It is very agile, can fly very fast, and is able to carry many times it’s own weight. For these reasons, as well as it’s ability to go months without eating, make it the single most valuable resource to the Chrachonians. Their military uses them almost exclusively for locomotion, and the civilians use them as well. They are abundant on Chrachonia; however, no one knows why Chrachonia is their only home in the universe.
The royal family, at the time of our story consists of three members. The current Kodem, Haman, and his wife, Kesorates, (kes – or – ot – tees) and their daughter, Kianna. Haman is the only Kodem in Chrachonian history to be elected unanimously. As a result, he has been the most benevolent and gracious leader they had ever had. His oversight and direction in all the planet’s undertakings have led Chrachonia to the height of her cultural development. Kianna, Haman’s daughter, is very beautiful. She is the very definition of beauty. Dark hair, caring blue eyes, and soft, lightly tanned skin. All Chrachonians had lightly tanned skin, for the star that provided light to Chrachonia was able to penetrate through all substances with ease. Being of an entirely different construct than our own sun, it did not bear harmful rays, it only provided light, and kept everyone nicely tan year-round. She was a member of the royal family, therefore, by right and position she could marry any one of age on the planet that she wished. However, although she was of age, and her father needed a successor to nominate, and there were many charming and rugged lieutenants in her father’s military, she was as of yet, unfettered. She knew the man that she wanted to marry. One would assume that he was a well-paid lieutenant in her father’s military. Regardless, that is not the case. The man she intended was not even known by her family. She in fact had only seen him once, and had not even been formally introduced. All Chrachonians, after learning all knowledge and intelligence in the first 100 years of their education, then spend a subsequent 50 years gaining knowledge of Chrachonian life. In the last of high study, on the last day, All students visit the airstrips and learn of the military and the Grokens. It was on this day that Kianna saw the man she wanted to marry. She caught her first glance of him as he climbed aboard his Groken. Yes, he was a Groken pilot. He was handsome with a caring face and a winning smile. His hair was a dark, near-black color. And his eyes; Ah! Those eyes! She loved his deep set, sensitive brown eyes. He was not a quiet man, but he wasn’t rash in his words either. She stared at him for what seems like an eternity, before realizing that he was staring back at her. Slowly, regretfully, she pulled her gaze back to the master. She has never seen him since, and, although it has been nigh ten years, she still loves him.
Now that a thorough background has been given on Chrachonian life and culture, I shall spend the next paragraphs detailing the present situation. At present, the Chrachonians are at a standstill so to speak. They are still developing, still learning, making love and making war, but the majority of society are transients, that have next to nothing to do. They have their daily duties, but their time is squandered in unmentionable evils. They have reached the meridian of their society and have developed virtually everything there is to develop. They waste away as a result of reaching the top. Apparently, once one has reached the top, there is nowhere else to go. Haman has seen this, and has drawn a meeting of High Council to discuss this growing problem. It is feared, at least by Haman, that, as a result of reaching this height, in the next thousand years, they are doomed to, as a result of their wasting away, to return to little or no knowledge and intelligence. Here is where our story begins. High Council has been in session for a week while other business has been discussed. Now, Haman addresses the Council on this dangerous path that Chrachonia is on.
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October 21, 2006
The Chronicles of Chrachonia
I think it's time I share this with my loyal readers. Perhaps they'll reel in disgust, or perhaps they'll think quite highly of it. Some time ago, I had an idea and went about putting it to page. However, after diligently working on it, I lost my sense of direction for the story. I have many ideas of where to take it from here, but I can't seem to nail down which one to use. I only wrote two full chapters, and the very beginning of chapter 3. I'll post them over the next couple of days. Feel free to post your comments on the story, I should love to hear them. At the end, I'll write a conclusionary post to explain some of my ideas for the rest of the story, and give you an opurtunity to voice your opinion on that as well.
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October 06, 2006
The Love I Have Yet To Have
I want to love.
Deeper, broader, fuller than I've ever known.
This love is a full, sweet, satisfying love.
This love is not selfish in any way.
It continually thinks of others, and never itself.
This love is pulchritudinous, long, never-ending.
This love is not bought, neither is it sold.
All who see this love desire it, or at least it's qualities.
This love, is the love I have yet to have.
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June 06, 2006
The Mirror
The mirror is large. Tall. Rounded at the top. Full bodied. Able to display reality and Truth to all those who cast there eye upon it. A beacon of Truth. Never to tell a lie. When looked upon; the image is always reality. It was clean. Shiny. Beautiful. Now; it is covered. In fact, it is no longer visible. It is disgusting. Filthy. From the center is a gaping hole that oozes a dark-green, verminous, putrid slime. Around the slime is raw, black filth seeping around the center to the floor. All around it is the smell of foul sewage. All those who come around it notice the disgusting quality of it. Some sooner. Some later. All at one time or another.
I am The Mirror.
Oh! That the Christ Himself would walk by, and; with an outstreched hand, absterge the mirror.
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May 18, 2006
The Machine
What is it about The Machine that draws us into itself? Some deny it, some don’t get drawn, still others admit it, dismissing it as a necessary evil, but is it? True, at first glance the things we do with it, or rather; the things it does for us are works of wonder. But is the wonder worth the being drawn away? It pulls much like a magnet, or even like the pull of attraction. We lose sight of other things, and other people. Why? Is it because it offers new worlds to conquer? Something different to do? That is the answer partially. In and of itself, it is not inherently bad. It’s a tool. In that; it is the Great Blessing. It is a toy. In that; it is the Great Curse. Does one need another toy? Something else to dabble in? Something else to try and get the best of, only to say that one has it? If it is used, then it is good, abused, and it destroys and eats alive, like the disastrous crash-course of an infection. It offers massive games that take years to conquer and it offers simple games for an afternoon time-waster. It offers wholesome and good stimuli, and it offers evil, disgusting, degrading stimuli as well. All from The Machine. Many times in the name of amusement, which is really a waste of time. Why spend time enriching one’s game, when one can spend time enriching life with our fellow man, who all to often gets the position of back burner to The Machine. The Machine takes on many different forms. Many times it caters to the aural. Many times, the visual. Always stimulating, always a distraction to the true meaning of life; relationships. Cursed we are; as a result of The Machine.
CURSE THE MACHINE!
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