Si linguam mortuam vides, ad Anglicam converte.
Sustenta tuam incredulitatem.
[Everything said within this blog is canon - and therefore important - to the storyline unless specified otherwise. Any reference to a persons, alive or dead, is entirely coincidental unless specified otherwise. The same goes for events, past or present. This blog is a work of fiction, and the creator does not condone any illegal or immoral actions committed within said work. All photos and images are mine unless specified otherwise.]
The creator has a lot going in in his life and has to take a break from relaying all this information writing this story. However, interaction is still welcome after all, how would Void exist without constant attention?.
OOC: yup, I'm officially going on hiatus. yes this post has small plot clues to tide people over (I know this blog isn't very popular but hey).
IN THE POLL, YOU ALL CHOSE: ⊠- .. .-.. .-.. ('why are you *still* here?')
THE ANSWER: I am not sure. Uh, where is the girl, Annie? Is she safe?
...Where am I?
You are exactly where you are supposed to be, if a little too early.
How long have I been here? Non attendite Void- Monsieur Byrnes? W-what? Annie? What has happened to you, child?!
DIVINITAS.
I don't understand, what is happening? This does not appear to be âŹâŹâŹâŹ? Or even Earth, for that matter-
Alright, pack it up mate, this has gone on long enough. I meant what I said. YOU ARE TOO EARLY. Leave now. ATTENDEZ, NON-! Bye bye! ANNIE- What a git. Well, he is gone now, I suppose. YOU- Do not even try me, bitch. Void- You will wait your turn just like everybody else.
...What do you mean, 'Everybody else?'
You will see. All of you.
[OOC: tagging some people who might be interested (no pressure tags ofc) - @bubblemakerman
It has been a while since I have told you a story, has it not? Let us begin.
Once, two beings made a trek together. They loved each other, as beings often foolishly do. Then the two foolish beings became involved with things they should not have.
Their story is not completed yet.
What of the two other beings, who stayed still together? They also loved each other. And, like their progenies maiorum predecessores successores, they were foolish, and involved themselves with things that did not concern them.
Their story has not been told yet.
hoc verum est?
Je nâen suis pas si sĂ»r.
[OOC: tagging people that might be interested (no pressure tags ofc): @bubblemakerman @consumingthecheese @losergirlranboolive @lost-in-frog-land @lemonade-lich @a-shard-of-quartz-lol. If you don't realise, its me, @python-nebula. Also, the image is mine, I took it myself]
Something is wrong with Earth 60. Sentio etiam. Void is powerful enough to conceal things from us. If I am honest, I am scared. We love this world as if we were its parent, its origine. I suppose we are. I couldn't bear it if something happened to it, or the sapiens. Bene nobis erit, ego promitto. I know we will be, but not Earth 60. After Earth 59- I cannot do that again. Neque me. As Monsieur Byrnes would have said, "God help us." Sumus deus. I know.
Once upon a time, there was an organisation et laboratorium and it was called the Machiavellian Facility of Experimental Science! MFES. They were a pioneering group, and contributed to lots of research and breakthroughs et mortes, however the people weren't grateful. They were appalled and shocked at the laboratory's methods, as if it wasn't clear by the name! They chose their name very carefully. I know. You know what, thats it- Prohibere! Get off- I swear to me, if you don't STOP. INTERRUPTING. then I will- Quid facias, eh?! I will put that little girl right back where you rescued her from, Tern. Putain, I will kill you if you do not stop- SI EI LAEDAS, TE FINIAM. VACUUS, DESINE.
Once upon a time, there was an organisation et laboratorium and it was called the Machiavellian Facility of Experimental Science! MFES. They were a pioneering group, and contributed to lots of research and breakthroughs et mortes, however the people weren't grateful. They were appalled and shocked at the laboratory's methods, as if it wasn't clear by the name! They chose their name very carefully. I know. You know what, thats it- Prohibere! Get off- I swear to me, if you don't STOP. INTERRUPTING. then I will- Quid facias, eh?! I will put that little girl right back where you rescued her from, Tern. Putain, I will kill you if you do not stop- SI EI LAEDAS, TE FINIAM. INANIS, DESINE.
Well I am definitely not from two thousand and twenty four. I was born in STOP. Je suis neuf ans, but I have been like that for a long time. It is not nineteen hundred and NO anymore. Now it is Earth DONTFUCKINGSAYIT.
I havenât been called âAnnieâ by someone in a very long time. It is my name, I know that, however I feel no connection to it. Being called by a nuSHUTUPmber for most of a persons life can create that feeling, yes? Thatâs what They wanted, probably.
Alors, I have only known two names, one of which was what They called me, and the other is Annie. Maybe you could call me a version of Annie? It sounds like it is short for something, but I don't remember what- wooooow, how cuuuuute, you're getting alonggg. But I think it's time you said au revoir now, little girl.
Well I am definitely not from two thousand and twenty four. I was born in STOP. Je suis neuf ans, but I have been like that for a long time. It is not nineteen hundred and NO anymore. Now it is Earth DONTFUCKINGSAYIT.
I havenât been called âAnnieâ by someone in a very long time. It is my name, I know that, however I feel no connection to it. Being called by a nuSHUTUPmber for most of a persons life can create that feeling, yes? Thatâs what They wanted, probably.