P.o.n.r.

PONR: Point Of No Return

Well, I guess I'm just posting it for the heck of it. It's a story I've been working on for about... a year now. A whole lot of writer's block, rewriting, character work, and stuff like that. Originally, it was ALL inspired by the music Video by LP, pts.of.athrty.

In fact, it's name, character names and chapter titles were all off the Reanimation Video. Than I realized it was getting to be a real rip-off, so it slowly and surely evolved into an awfully darker story with a lot of background. And I fell in love with the plot, though I keep on pausing and going on week-long hiatuses... I've only started caling it PONR, And I still have to change names, because the main character's name (Go ahead and guess) Is Shinoda. And There are various other characters from the credits of the CD, Chali, Benning, Bourdan (Some names changed, etc)

Well, what i got for you is only the first few pages, I don't know If I'll update on the story here, but I definitely will be working on it for a good long while.

Critism is accepted, as long as it is kindly CONSTRUCTIVE, no absolute flames on the work, it's my baby... and I love it so much...

I could really care less if anyone wants to see the original version, which is probably not gonna be posted wither, because it sucks bigtime.

Also, be aware, this peice is far from completed.Just making that clear again. And don't quote the first post, it is friggin' long.

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Points of Authority

Chapter 1:

Initial Remarks

The Screen flickered, interrupted by the electrical storm overhead. Hidden among vast grey clouds that didn’t rain water, but ash. The whir of machinery screamed to keep itself alive, only letting the television live from the generator over in the corner of the room as grey dust sprayed the window constantly, and the vases that once lined the walls on well strengthened shelves were torn asunder from violent quakes.

Two solemn figures sat on the couch that was now missing a peg on one leg, making it tip awkwardly to the side. Both clad in blankets, flinching at the sound of debris crunching against the window glass. The taller, a woman in her late 30’s held the smaller figure, a small girl with ratty brown hair, ash covering her face like a mask, the only peach-colored flesh left to be seen was from where multiple tears had rolled down her sobbing face.

The outlying voice started from the screen, a man wearing a white shirt, the tie loosened around his lean neck, his hands quivering to hold onto the small stack of colorless papers in front of him as he stared attentively into the camera lens.

“Uh-” he sighed shakily, “We know what is going on… ehm… The Earth’s Atmosphere has, over time in the twenty-first century, caused the earth and mantle itself to heat up… Some of you may not know this, but… government files have been opened for public few… we shall be airing them… But, uh, for now… I shall only tell you what is in front of me…

“The heating of the atmosphere threatened to heat up the core and mantle of the planet as well. So the United Nations had taken a decisive action. An attempt to cool down the planet’s over-all innards temperature, by pumping liquid nitrogen, a very freezing substance, along with other chemicals at over 700 locations world-wide. About 100 were placed within our country… the U.S.

“But, unfortunately… They underestimated the damage it would cause. The sudden expansion of freezing rock in the mantle has caused multiple earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and flood. The air is becoming overflowed with ash and has cost over 261 billion dollars worth of damage in the past 36 hours.”

The two watched the report in horror, as their minds were being filled with catastrophic scenes from cameras that had watched what happened. The woman clutched the girl’s head to her shoulder as the girl broke into a fit of tears and hardly-strangled sobs. The woman stroked the girls’ ratty hair with her work-worn fingers, glancing at the corner of the room.

An arm dangled from between a crushed doorway and table, a visible pool of blood soaked into the already dirtied carpet. The stench of rot filled the air as thick as the smoke outside the window. She had called the paramedic’s hours ago.

They wouldn’t come.

The TV lost all of it’s energy as a torrent of wind and thunder bombarded the street outside, the light bulbs in their dull casings started to die, The woman held her arms even tighter around her crying baby, who began screaming with her sobs.

In seconds…

Plunged into darkness.

“Starting on the date of June 8, 2895, the world was plunged into darkness in an apocalypse of Smoke and ash that came from the Earth. It ruined the Earth, belching carbon Dioxide into the air faster than ever, deteriorating the Ozone layer. An epidemic of Leukemia carried through the parts of Europe, Asia, and North America over a matter of mere months. Many countries had been destroyed from floods: Japan, India, the Philippines, the United Kingdom, Greenland, Iceland, and countless other areas.

God must be testing us. This upset in the trade caused the remaining populace to reroute to a life similar to the 1700’s we know of today for a period of almost 200 years. When the technology used was found, they discovered a resort, a way to leave the decaying planet. Dome colonies and underground bases were being made on Mars before the Melt-down, as the day in the arid June was known as. The Lord has brought Armageddon, and yet we survive something great must be planned for us.”

-Televangelist Kevin Seart, December 25, 3079.

The Radio tuned in and out, a small group of men were huddled around it, heads arched to listen avidly. They all wore shirts that stuck to their backs around their fatty frames, jeans worn through at the knees from use. They sat outside on broken carts and old lawn chairs. The radio itself was left out of shape, its antennae bent to an awkward angle, a speaker cracked and the dial for volume was stuck to the minimum, emphasizing why they were so keen to listen.

“… The planet Mars… been known to…” the radio announcer waned in and out of range of hearing, “extreme cold temperatures. But before the Melt-down, it was already… -tion, creating green house gas… to heat the atmosphere. About thirty-one dome colonies… set up on the surface…. Six small seas…. A clean atmosphere within the domes and underground…. Filters clean… the United Nations…. –ment has made a plan… transport ALL OF THE POPULATION… from over the world… whopping sixty-two million passengers… six-thousand, eighty shuttles that hold five thousand… a new home for all of us!”

The men’s faces let large smiles of excitement sweep over them, and they roared with triumph.

“The World is being revolutionized as civilians, soldiers, and the entire human population is being boarded upon these massive monsters of metal that will be our salvation. I, Robert Mark Anceylee, head of the United Nations, shall make sure we, the entire population of Earth, shall become one and the same in all terms. Marking a new era for our kin.”

-Robert M. Anceylee, September 16, 3087, “The Address to the Nation”.

“The planet Mars is the closest thing to Earth we have. The atmosphere has been cleaned so well that we are able to rise above our underground cities and leave our domes. Water is scarce, the seas are drying as we speak, but we shall overcome. I believe it is time to enhance our race. We cannot survive the hell that has frozen over, and we can not turn back to Earth. No. I suggest something new…”

-Ashley Rowenas, February 24, 3117, a public announcement.

“We are being split apart by this. Water had become more valuable than any currency. We cannot wait for the Nation to fix this problem. Or we shall die. I propose we fight for it.”

-Deindes Zombos, March 6, 3119, Rebellion of Water Acts

“The War cannot end this way- The Twenty factions all formed together… Anceylees, Rowenas, and the Zombas. We are facing a World War, just on a different world. Tensions have been formed over the past, but now, the killing has started.”

-Jasoniuph, April 9, 3405, Rowenas Lieutenant

“-Numbers lost for the Anceylee are 6000, Rowenas: 4300, Zombas: 2050. I think we know who has the advantage. Let’s go and Squash the Opposers!”

-Hunard, December 7, 3480, Zombas General’s speech to troops.

“I believe we have the lost the meaning of this war. Maybe Machinery has not only taken some of our flesh, but our Humanity.”

-Kardier, June 26, 3667, Public address to all Anceylee.

“Now watch this recreation, we can give our soldiers wings, and now we have the advantage of Ground and Air.”

-Framwess, September 19, 4006, Anceylee Inventor, Proclamation of Discovery.

“Why did we enter this Damned war, anyway!? No one remembers why, that was 900 years ago, wasn’t it? Mars is a snow globe, and yet we go out in this weather to fight over a losing battle? Our supplies will last for another 6 thousand years at this point, but our race will not live to see us going back to Earth.”

-Warigrose, May 20, 4010, Anceylee Soldier. Shot to death the Next day.

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That's what I have of the prologue , I got more, but it's all scattered work. So... yeah...

Reply, comment, critizice (NICELY), so whatever... Be aware, I may not be able to update this part in particular, but I have a lovely outline and old version of the story.

part of 1st chapter will be next, since the post was way too long in the first place...

Oh, dear. That is SO very LONG.