|I doubt anyone else but one will get this reference
||[Nov. 4th, 2007|05:48 pm]
My name is Raziel.|
I can't tell you my real name, even moreso my last name. I forgot what it was. Okay, that wasn't true but it's easier to believe that. You see,there's a parasitic alien race after us called the Yeerks. They're these slugs that could crawl into your ear, wrap around your mind, and take control. From that point, they decide everything you do. Where you go, who you talk to, and even how you tie your shoes. They can also tap into your mind and read through your thoughts and memories as if they were in a book, so they could casually continue your life, and no one will notice. You'll still be concious of what is happening, but all you can do is helplessly watch, in most cases. The Yeerks can be anyone. Your neighbor, the mailman, the police, the compasm teacher, even that overly cheery McDonalds cashier that keeps spilling your coke all over your change. So we can't just give away our identities, because we are the only resistance against this hidden threat. Me, Tob- ...or maybe just me, in this country. I'm not part or even known by the main team led by Jake.
It all started on halloween a few days ago. After spending time in classes with a halloween mask on and experiencing failure after failure on Trick or Treat attempts, I decided to give a late visit to a group of old friends. To increase my chances to getting to the gathering before everyone leaves, I took a shortcut through the abandoned construction site I have no memory of seeing before that moment. It was there where I saw a crashing ship and the pilot, an Andalite soldier completely unrelated to Elfangor, called Alfangor. It reminded too much of what I used to read in a pocketbook series I collected with bookgeekish passion, except this alien wasn't injured or being pursued by anyone. Alfangor told me everything I needed to know while I was safely hidden behind a rock. About the Yeerks, the Andalites, the invasion, and Visser 3... who was too preoccupied by some other part of the world to bother with such a low-profile 3rd world country.
During the discussion in thought-speak, my cellphone rang several times. sometimes text messages, sometimes calls; all which were to find out of my current whereabouts or if I was going. To buy some time to help this andalite and his stranded predicament, I lied and said I was still on either one of the trains while being vague about it. Somehow, the Yeerks were able to pick up one of the cellphone's signals and found are position. Out of nowhere, bug like ships appeared and landed. Out of them came tall lizards with blades covering their bodies and giant yellow centepedes. Of course I knew what they were, I didn't read over 40 books about them without storing info in the geek-related trivia portion of my brain. As I watched him being brutally mutilated in a hard to describe way, he told me... that he was not my father. The guy didn't bother trying to give me the blue cube at all! I pilfered it from his ship while he was being beaten and escaped under the cover of a rock. I was powerless to help you now, Alfangor, but I will avenge you one day. This gift you have given me with your dying breath will not go to waste.
Suprisingly, I arrived at the gathering with plenty of time left before anyone started leaving. It was also the perfect time to test the cube. I morphed one of the dogs around the house which I shall randomly call Homer for no reason at all until I find it's true name and took a nap by the door as my friends chatted away without noticing my prescence. It was a complete success.
On the following days, I would discover weak Yeerk activity. Stolen statues from a provincial cemetery, increased annoying motorcycle activity on the roads, people claiming to be from a group called the Sharing offering these... strange bands with foul smelling flowers on them, slow progress on the construction of a disappointingly small Yeerk pool in the bombed part of the Glorietta mall explaining why access to the are is restricted. ...Seems like our country has nothing to worry about.
However, there is some evidence that people change after failing the Calculus class I am currently taking. After some investigation, it seems like they are now part of the Sharing... I better not fail this next test.
Tobias' Advice Corner!
Tobias: Keep the introduction part short next time. It'll give more space for the progressing story.