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Entry #862
"This will be my final journal entry. I'm not sure if I can even finish this.
My experiments into miniature black hole simulation have been successful, much to my dismay. The equation revisions from entry #853 have proven to be effective, and a successful MBH was generated at 6:57 pm two days from now. Yes, two days from now. During the experiment, there was an unexpected energy surge that consumed the test chamber (and myself included), and I was transported to what I can only describe as a parallel universe in the future. It was much the same as the world we know, yet it was strange and many things seemed to defy all logic and physical laws we know of.
The following file contains audio transcripts of everything I witnessed during that time, as well as visual documentation I was able to bring back with me after the test chamber was repaired. I am still in a state of shock from this ordeal, and I will be abandoning this project indefinitely.
Recordings.rar
Dr. Nicholas Shaw
"This will be my final journal entry. I'm not sure if I can even finish this.
My experiments into miniature black hole simulation have been successful, much to my dismay. The equation revisions from entry #853 have proven to be effective, and a successful MBH was generated at 6:57 pm two days from now. Yes, two days from now. During the experiment, there was an unexpected energy surge that consumed the test chamber (and myself included), and I was transported to what I can only describe as a parallel universe in the future. It was much the same as the world we know, yet it was strange and many things seemed to defy all logic and physical laws we know of.
The following file contains audio transcripts of everything I witnessed during that time, as well as visual documentation I was able to bring back with me after the test chamber was repaired. I am still in a state of shock from this ordeal, and I will be abandoning this project indefinitely.
Recordings.rar
Dr. Nicholas Shaw
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In an alternate universe...
"More mead!" Lothar Bloodvomit belched as he threw an empty flagon clear across the room. It landed with a clang near the large pit fire that burned in the center of the dining room, which had begun to fill the entirety of the Great Hall with a fog of acrid smoke due to lack of proper ventilation. The walls were lined with chains, torture devices, and the skins of slain enemies. The dining hall thundered with the sounds of the latest Infant Annihilator album.
Two lowly servants briskly arrived and placed a fresh flagon and some bread on the table while the Warlord continued to feast on a meal of potatoes and raw chicken, which he ate out of a bowl made from a human skull. A grizzly bear sat chained to the floor next to the over seven-foot-tall Warlord, hungrily awaiting whatever table scraps it could get. The servants stood by nervously while Bloodvomit devoured his food with his bare hands, but the uncomfortable silence was broken as Ivar Firescourge Brainspatter intruded into the room.
"My Lord, a thousand apologies. I have urgent news for your consideration." Ivar said as he approached the table.
"Not until I have finished my meal!" Lothar snarled. "And I feel a draft coming on. Another log for the fire!"
One of the servants standing next to Lothar bowed respectfully and strode over to the pit fire, then flung himself into the flames. The screams were a symphony to Bloodvomit's ears, and he smiled as the fire roared into an inferno. The light danced brightly off of his freshly polished leather boots and glistened against his hairless and oiled chest as he sat on a throne made of baby skulls.
"Ah, much better. Now, what is this matter you speak of?" The Warlord said as he hamfistedly grabbed the last of his chicken and wolfed it down like a wild animal.
"We have word from the other Lords, my Lord." Ivar paused for a second to make sure he said that correctly. "In summation, they have announced that they have established a new regional capital on Edgeland, called Edge City. They have decreed that from this day forward, all regional affairs must take place there and under equal terms."
"WHAT?!?" Lothar Bloodvomit screamed loudly. His fists pounded the table until it splintered, then he picked up a nearby battle axe and cleaved the other servant's head in half. He continued chopping the body as if he were splitting wood, blood and bile flying everywhere.
"I'm afraid so, my Lord. They say that they are... hmm..... mmmmm....." Ivar squinted and peered closely at the communique. "They say they are, ahem... sick of your shit."
Lothar roared like an enraged beast, then drew a forty-five caliber pistol and emptied the magazine into the corpse of the mangled servant. Once it was empty, he threw the weapon across the room, balled his hands tightly into fists, and raised them towards the sky and screamed. Each scream was louder than the last, and this seemed to go on for minutes until Lothar felt his vocal cords rip and tear. He coughed and choked on fresh blood as his voice shredded, and with a scratchy whisper he called out for another servant.
"more.... mead..." He said as another nervous peasant arrived with yet another flagon of drink.
Lothar guzzled it down so quickly that he felt his stomach immediately turn. Perhaps in hindsight, it wasn't such a good idea to eat a raw chicken in its entirety. His cheeks ballooned out as he fought back to urge to retch, but it was to no avail. Bloodvomit hawked and choked as he vomited out blood and... vomit. The acidic spray doused the servant, and immediately reduced him to a quivering mass of goop.
Ivar swallowed hard and grew unsteady. "What shall I tell the Lords, my Lord?"
"tell them... I demand an audience... Lothar whispered while clawing at his burning throat.
"I'm sorry my Lord, but I didn't catch that..."
The words set Bloodvomit to rage once again, and he balled his fists once more and screamed, but nothing aside from a raspy squeak left him. He tore at his long hair and pulled handfuls of it free from his now bleeding scalp. Angrily Lothar punched his pet bear in the head, then choke slammed it through the table. As the beast snarled and thrashed about, the Warlord shoveled it up off the floor and launched it across the room and into the pit fire, snapping the chain with little resistance. The scent of burning animal hair added to the ever-expanding cloud of noxious smoke which was beginning to burn Ivar's eyes.
"tell them... I demand an AUDIENCE... Lothar Bloodvomit spat out.
"Oh yes, my apologies my Lord. I'll tell them you demand an ambulance right away." Ivar Firescourge Brainspatter bowed and took his leave.
Pissed off, Lothar Bloodvomit retired to his chambers as the dining hall became insufferable with smoke. Casually he beheaded the first man who impeded his path, then used his head to bludgeon yet another to death. Lothar's boots had become slick with blood, and he slipped and slid down the blackened stone corridor until he arrived at his quarters. When Lothar entered he noticed that his Warchiefs were there waiting, along with two more servants who quivered unsteadily.
First was Uther Hellfirespawn the Grim, a large and burly man who wore a fresh deer's head as a hat, so fresh that blood seeped down from his shoulders and onto the floor. The second was Bjorn the Decapitator, clad in antique plate armor from head to toe. Nobody actually knew what he looked like underneath it. And finally, there was Sven Gyllenstierna the Merciless, known more commonly as Plank. Plank had grown simple from repeated blows to the head in combat and was now reduced to little more than a fool. He wore a half-helm on his head for no apparent reason and stared vacuously into space.
"what are you doing here?" Lothar said in a raspy whisper.
"MY LORD!" Uther Hellfirespawn the Grim shouted and drew a two-handed claymore and dropped to one knee in a salute. "We heard the news, and we await your orders."
"did everyone know before me?!?" Bloodvomit shouted again, but his sour stomach betrayed him. He evacuated its bloody contents once more, and immediately it began to eat a hole into the stone floor. Angrily he grabbed a large two-handed maul near the door and hammered one of the servants until he was putty. The other peasant hurriedly began to scrub the filth off of Lothar's boots, for fear of his life.
Plank looked on blankly. Bjorn the Decapitator began to speak, but the plate helm muffled his words to the point where they were indistinguishable.
"No my Lord, I mean, yes my Lord. Maybe, my Lord." Hellfirespawn uttered as he flicked a piece of deer carcass off of his eyelid. Perhaps it would have been better to have a taxidermist handle the animal head first before wearing it, he thought.
"nevermind then. summon the rest of the war council." Bloodvomit struggled to say.
Plank disappeared from the room for several minutes while the others set to smashing the last servant with clubs and hammers until he expired. When Plank returned, he was accompanied by a troupe of scantily clad women. Lothar grew enraged once again.
"dammit, I said the war council... not the whore council!"
Plank looked on blankly, then disappeared once more but returned empty-handed. Lothar threw the corpse of the dead servant out of the window, and it splattered onto the courtyard and showered everyone nearby with blood. A spontaneous mosh pit broke out to the tunes of Circle of Dead Children. Ivar Firescourge Brainspatter suddenly appeared out of thin air, though nobody was surprised.
"My Lord, how should we respond to the other Lords... my... Lord?" He furrowed his brow in confusion. Clearly, he was saying Lord way too often.
"let me brood on the matter first...
Lothar Bloodvomit then wrapped a noose around his neck and jumped from the window. When the rope snapped tautly, other Warchiefs cheered and screamed savagely in approval, then drew weapons and began to murder as many peasants as they could find throughout the Great Hall. Plank looked on blankly.
"Well, I suppose he'll be needing that ambulance now. I might as well tell the other Lords that we demand an audience." Something clicked inside Ivar's head. "Ohhh... THAT'S what he said!"