2012 – May 4th – 2134 (EST)

So I just got home from work. Oddly enough this Bob Atwood just started working at the Vermillion Building. The cool thing is that the mechanics department took care of both vehicles; and while they were being taken care of we were chatting in the break room. I guess we’re goin’ to the bar in a bit now… I also invited Alyssa. Hopefully she can make it out.

            I had to stop back home and change out of uniform… speakin’ of which, the uniforms we’ve been issued are fucking kick ass! They gave us a choice of uniform color between vermilion, jade, cerulean, and onyx. They’re like tuxedos, but they come with a standard issue pair of goggles, a top hat, a sword cane, and a derringer. The sleeves are decorated with patches indicating rank, and the top hats are decorated with pins, if you’ve achieved certain things. They’re made out of some strange material… I dunno what exactly, but it’s comfy.

            Anyhoo, off to party for once… peace!

2012 A.D. – May 3rd – 0113 (EST)

Still haven’t left the lounge… I’ve been chatting with T, and C. Beast all night. They just left on patrol. T told me that the soldiers have their own lounge on floor 47; so that’s why I don’t see any of them around.

            T didn’t remember me from the other day, and he gave me another autographed photograph of himself again and the same stupid advice. C. Beast just told me that T’s an ego maniac and that’s how he’s been since the beginning of time… literally. When I asked, they began telling me the story. They got to the part where he joined Vermillion, and then they left.

 

1818 (EST)

 

            Just finished training. We’re going through combat and tactics training for becoming a Vermillion Dragoon. A Vermillion Dragoon is an aeronaut. We can be engineers, pilots, and/or paratroopers. Each of us were give a standard issue sniper rifle, hand gun, and a spear. We got to learn how to use the spear somewhat today. We’ll be continuing with spear fighting and hand-to-hand training for a few months before we move onto working with firearms.

            So, I introduced myself to Alyssa as Michael today. I think I’ll keep the name. I may have to come up with a last name. I signed all X’s on my Vermillion documents so I’ll have to get that changed. Michael Echs might work. My middle initial could be F… hehehe… no, that’s just tacky… D… D works. My name is Michael D. Echs. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

            Anyway, back to Alyssa… she freakin’ rocks! She’s training in the same Dragoon program to acquire her 1^st class Officer’s position. She brought up being partners in training. Oddly enough when Aaron walked by he just said “Sure, I’ll make it happen.” Nobody even asked him anything… I think he just kinda creeps around the building all day doing… whatever. It’s kind of unsettling.

            So, I suppose I should head back to my apartment. I think I may have left the lights on… damn… that’s going to come out of the paycheck…

 

2103 (EST)

 

            Well, the good news is that I did not leave the lights on… the bad news is that I hit a car on the way home and now I’ve got a $150 bill for damages to this guys car. His name’s Bob Atwood. I’m also going to have to find an extra $75-80 for my own vehicle’s damages. So all in all, had I just left my lights on instead of this, I would’ve saved money… heheh.

            Only one more night, and then I’m goin’ to the bar… Good-night!

2012 A.D. – May 2nd – 1903 (EST)

…sitting in the lounge again at work. I noticed that none of the other soldiers ever come in here. All I ever see in here are the higher ups. Do the grunts do more work than these guys? Or maybe I’m not supposed to be up here, and nobody’s told me yet…

            I suppose it’s about time to head home…? Nah… I could stay here as long as I want. The building is open 24 hours. I suppose they keep more people employed this way. There’s not a whole lot more to do at home anyway. I’d just sit on my ass and watch TV there too. At least here I have a slightly higher chance of running into someone to hang out with.

            I just remembered that was one of my complaints from the other world! I was 20, and the country was in a depression because of stupid rich people, or some shit like that. I was always saying how certain businesses should just start running 24 hours. They’d be able to employ more people that way. Although… there would be some places that would get the slow business and whoever gets the night shift would probably just end up getting paid to sit there for 8 hours.

            Hey cool, Mini-T just walked in. I’m going to chat with him for awhile.

2012 A.D.– May 1st – 0958 (EST)

I’m supposed to begin my training this morning. It doesn’t seem like there’s anyone here, however. I’ve looked on several floors and they’ve all seemed completely empty. I wouldn’t doubt that the security guard is watching his screen and telling everyone to switch floors before I arrive. It seems like something these people would do.

1100 (EST)

            So, I’ve been here for about an hour, and there’s still no sign of any life. I found the lounge, and I’ve been chillin’ on the couch with a cup of coffee for a bit.

1400 (EST)

            …I’m still waiting. At least they have cable. I’ve been watching some history from this world for awhile. It seems to be almost exactly the same as the history from my world sofar. I think I’ve drained like 4 pots of coffee too… damn. I’m beginning to think that all of the people I’ve met here already are just figments of my imagination. I mean… I’m pretty damn sure I’m already dead. Oh hey! Wouldn’t ya know it… just as I finish writing that Aaron walked in. Time for training! Woot!

2035 (EST)

            I just made it home from a pretty big day. The training exercise went well. We, the n00bs, were led to a cafeteria that had been set up as chairs and desks. I took my seat and we waited while the 5 judges took their seats up behind the bright pink playhouse table with their plastic doodling pads. They passed out a banana, a sheet of tin foil, and two sparklers (ya’ know, the fireworks kind…). As soon as everyone had their materials, one of the inner council judges, Jordan, yelled “Go!”, and started a stopwatch.

            The energy in the room was extremely tense and everyone was confused. I was a bit thrown off myself, but finally I just said “Fuck it…” and ate the banana. Then I wadded up the tin foil and stuck the sparklers in it like antennae. One guy freaked the hell out, stood up screaming, and ran out of the room while ripping out his hair. The part about this whole thing I really didn’t get was the end. They announced slowly that everyone had passed except for the guy that ran out screaming. As soon as it was confirmed everyone in the room started fainting, crying, laughing, and shaking hands. The judges didn’t even LOOK at the materials we were given a second time.

            Ah well… whatever it was, I passed it. After the whole training exercise I talked to Aaron. This is why my day was a big day! He told me that in the world I came from, I AM dead, and that my consciousness was transferred here. I guess, somehow he knew I was coming and made a body for me. He never answered when I asked how he knew what I looked like from the other world. He did however promise to take me back someday to see what happened after I had been killed. I was about to leave when he told me the name of the girl I met: Alyssa. She’s one of the 1^st class Knights in training to become an officer, and that I should say hi to her again. That stopped me and I turned back around into the office. I asked him where this world was exactly. He told me it was Earth, but in a different dimension. The earth where I came from was in a place they refer to as Poneros, and this one is Nirvana. I just nodded, turned around, and left.

            So, now I’m home… jittery as all hell from all that fucking coffee. Apparently I’m starting a new life here, seeing as my old one really is gone. I guess I’ll need a name I suppose… or maybe Aaron meant for me to use the same one? I think that may get a bit confusing. Maybe I don’t need a name. Well… how would I introduce myself to Alyssa without one? Good question… I may start coming up with a name in that case.

2012 A.D. – April 27th – 2117 (EST)

I met the most amazing girl today… or woman… or lady? I think she was surprisingly the rare combination of all three with that special twist that I’ve always looked for, but have never been able to pinpoint. Her name was… her name… I don’t remember… this could be bad. It’s certainly embarrassing.
I still have to talk to Aaron about where I came from. I hope there’s some people left in the world I came from that are looking for me. Hopefully the place really exists, however, I’m beginning to enjoy life here a lot more. Maybe there’s a way to connect the two worlds.
I could totally go for some pizza at the moment…

2127 (EST)

The next few days though are going to be devoted to remembering that girl’s name. I see her everyday at the Vermillion Building, but I finally spoke to her today at least.
Anyhoo, I should go get that pizza. I’ll talk to Aaron in a few days as well and find out about these “other worlds.

EPUB file type

Well, I’ve had a friend of mine purchase an eBook from Lulu.com that he wasn’t able to open. I did some investigation on that and found out that the file type for my eBooks is a .epub file. So, if you happen to purchase one of my ebooks, and are having trouble opening it, that might be why. Let me know if any of you are having problems accessing the files. I’ll be able to fix that on a case by case basis.

2012 A.D. – April 26th – 1115 (EST)

Upon returning to the Vermillion parking lot I have realized that I locked my keys in the car… I’m relaxing by the fountain in the lobby at the moment. It’s very strange… they have stuffed animals with headsets sitting behind a large square pavilion in the center of the room. What’s stranger is that some of the people here actually converse with them as if they were talking back.
It’s takin’ awhile for security to get down here. I wanna go home. I’m in the mood to lazy around, drink, and have sex all day, but I haven’t met anyone since I died… or… was revived? I still don’t know. Maybe I’ll just ask on of the council members whether I’m dead or alive next time I see them.
I’m havin’ a thought that this ‘apocalypse’ stuff that everyone keeps talkin’ about is gonna end up like the whole ‘Y2K’ ordeal from back home… we’ll see.