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Corruption: Eureka's Nightmare
It all began with the stillness. It was unnerving, unnatural. No wind moved through the palms and the ocean lay stagnant. The bloated orange sun hung low in the sky, admiring its reflection in the water’s glassy surface. With no breeze to stir it, the day’s heat was heavy an oppressive. It made everything feel uncomfortably damp and sticky. The only sound to be heard was the lazy sawing of the cicadas in the distance. At the water’s edge a girl squatted, toes just dipping into the cool water. In her hand she held a long and slender twig, which created serene ripples as she dunked it into the sea. “What’s wrong, little fishy?” Eureka cooed, using the rod to gently nudge a portly silver fish hovering just beneath the brine. It looked sickly to her: there were white blotches beginning to form on its sleek scales, and its eyes were rheumy and unfocused. There was something wrong with the island; she could feel it. Fish this large had never ventured into such shallow waters before. The dorsal fin of her specimen was almost protruding from the water. To her it seemed as if the fish had come to shore to die, to make its final journey to the surface less tiresome. It was not alone in its plight. Recently an unusually high number of fish carcasses had been appearing. The entire ecosystem was feeling under the weather. Suspicious gray fungus was creeping up the roots of the trees and just yesterday she had seen a flock of birds drop out the sky for no apparent reason. Eureka had always been uniquely attuned to the moods of her island. She had been born from the sea and tossed ashore by its loving waves. She was the isle’s sole human inhabitant. If, in fact, she was human. Eureka had never seen another being quite like herself. She had seen others who walked on two legs as she did, drifting by on their lofty boats, but they were not like her. They did not have two long, cephalopodan tentacles sprouting from the back of their necks. There were no dotted lines of bioluminescent color running over their skin like veins. She had only encountered one that shared her snowy white hair, but he had looked shriveled, like a dad fern. Her pale, reflective eyes were hers alone. Eureka had watched these people from afar, but hid whenever their boats coasted too close. She would submerge herself in water, breathing through the gills under her arms, or crouch behind rocks or foliage. She was not really frightened of them – she was more curious than anything – but her bashfulness constantly won out. Even a castaway from one of these crafts could have seen that something was amiss. If one had eyes and cared to look they could see the signs. From this troubling observation stemmed a concerning question with a much more elusive answer: Why? Eureka had scoured the island, searched and hunted and dove, but all in vain. There was no tainted spring or beetle infestation, to foreign plant or overbearing volcanic ash. If there was a centralized cause to this blight, she could not find it. All was as it should be. And yet, it was not. Eureka was left consumed by a poignant feeling of helplessness. Whatever was happening was beyond her control. She was small, oh-so-small, and insignificant in the grand scheme of the universe. If it wanted to kill her island, it would. Little people like her could not fix big problems. How could she fix what didn’t appear to be broken? By the time the gradual changes compiled into a sudden cataclysm it would be too late. All she could do was try to treat the symptoms; patch holes in the dam while the tidal wave loomed overhead. “Go on, fishy. There’s nothing for you here. Go home to your friends.” She coaxed. The fish refused to budge. It stared p at her through its deadened eyes with something between indifference and contempt. She met its gaze stubbornly, pursing her lips. When even a stern tap with her stick would not persuade the finned martyr she eased back on her heels and allowed herself to fall back into a sitting position in the sand. She watched her fish grudgingly, silently feuding with it. It remained unaffected. It occurred to her that the only way to deliver this obstinate beast its rightful abode was through force. Given the creature’s willingness to do more than blink placidly, she discerned that that would not be difficult. “This is for your own good, fish.” She warned, jabbing an accusing finger in its direction. She had tried to talk reason it. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, she bade the fish stay still while she rocked onto her knees and reached forward for it. The fish hissed at her. It hissed at her. It pulled back what constituted its lips, pried its jaw open and let out an unearthly, ungodly shriek that could be heard even above the surface. And its mouth… its mouth was filled of twisted, needle like teeth. Eureka stumbled backwards in shock and horror, unable to do anything but watch as the fish began convulsing, flailing and splashing in place. All the while its tortured, now-reddened eyes remained affixed on her. She was so transfixed by the fish’s epileptic dance that she almost failed to notice the rusty brown goo that was leaking out of it. It was only when the creature finally laid still, body bobbing upwards, that she was finally able to rip her eyes away. All only to be transported to a fresh hell. Oily brown fingers were spreading out across the ocean, gripping it tightly and choking the life out of it. Whole schools of limp fish were being dragged to the surface and entrenched in the ooze. Floating gulls squawked and struggled as the muddy water snatched them and yanked them under. A gasp left Eureka’s lungs as she saw a tendril of horridly polluted water snatched a low flying bird right out of the sky. And then there was the smell: the horrible odors of death and rot wafted towards her. She gagged on the putrid scent. She was suffocating. Had it always been this hot? The air was smoldering all around her. It was so hot it was boiling the sea. Bubbles were forming out in the deep: huge, deformed swells of brown and black. As they swept outwards a cacophonous bellow erupted, so loud that Eureka could feel the vibrations in her bones. She screamed at the pain in her ears, but it could not be heard over the howls of the ocean. The leviathans of the deep were dying. Oh gods, she thought, Oh gods. But her gods were dead now. And in their place, from the foaming sea, rose a new deity. It had a human shape but it was not human. It appeared to be made of the same black smog and muck that it heralded its arrival. It was slender, fluid, and constantly changing, twisting, dripping. It turned at her and smiled a ravenous, empty smile. The way it moved made it seem to melt towards her, and at a surprising speed. It had a sickening grace to it. It made landfall before Eureka had even forced herself upright. In its wake it left a trail of death. The sand coiled and charred beneath its feet and from its footprints sprang networks of life-sucking capillaries. The plants they touched withered and died, any crustaceans unlucky enough to be caught in their path were reduced to nothing but flaking exoskeletons. Screams went up from the jungle. When Eureka looked into the hollow eyes of this monstrosity she knew that she would not live to see the stars that night. Still, some natural instinct in her body compelled her to run. It wanted her to fight for her life tooth and claw. Even as her feet carried her forward, she knew the effort would be fruitless. But her mind tantalized her with the image of safety. She could see, just behind the curtain of reality, the tranquil spring that bubbled quietly in the center of the forest. Its cool, inviting waters beckoned her, offered her refuge. If she could just make it there she would be alright. And so she darted madly through the foliage, ignoring the shooting pain of sticks that puncturing her bare feet, the sting of branches whipping in her face. She moved nimbly, but had no time to consider her route. She could feel the corruption nipping at her heels. She didn’t need to turn to know that the New God was giving a sporting chase. She could hear the moaning and crying, smell the putrefaction. She didn’t want to look, but she did, and saw nothing less than she had expected. The forest behind her was desiccated and the New God was strolling behind her at a leisurely pace. Run faster! Her primal self urged her. Already Eureka’s muscles were beginning to tire. Her throat burned and her diaphragm ached. Just a little further. The bottom of her feet were raw and bleeding, her body was bruised and scratched from the groping branches of the now claw-like trees. Almost there. She didn’t know how much longer she could run. She wanted to stop but her body wouldn’t let her. She wanted to die. She wanted to live. And finally, just when she thought that her body would give out under her, a speck of glistening blue water appeared through the trees. It gave her the energy to push just a little bit further, just a little bit harder. The tiny waterfall over the pond gurgled invitingly. The grass fed by it was still green and flowers blossomed along the ridge. So close. With a burst of will she thought she had exhausted, she leapt. And was grabbed by the ankle. “NO!!!” She cried, tears prickling around her eyes. She had been so close. So close! It wasn’t fair! She thrashed and kicked and dug into the ground with her hands, trying to drag herself those last few inches. The rot was climbing up her leg, draining all of the color from her radiant streaks. She kept writhing as if it would make a difference, but already the oily sludge had wrapped around her waist. It climbed and climbed, stripping away flesh as it went. It was crawling up her back, caressing her shoulder, tugging at her hair. The New God was standing over her now, watching with his cavernous smile. It looked like he was laughing at her. She opened her mouth to scream but was stifled by the mire as it rushed down her throat. . . .
Eureka’s eyes flew open as she awoke with a start. She jolted into a sitting position, drawing the modest white sheets up to her chest. Her whole body was damp with sweat and her legs were tight and sore. She gazed around her spartan room, blinking the last of the dream from her eyes. She sat in bed staring vacantly outwards until her heartbeat slowed and her chest stopped heaving. That dream again. Always that dream. It lurked behind her eyes and came to life whenever she closed them. It always left her feeling so dirty, so violated. As she had many times before, Eureka slid out of bed, feet falling silently to the cold white tile. In the dark, in nothing but her white patient gown, she made her way to the bathroom. The yellow, florescent lights in the lavatory had become comforting to her, and she basked in their glow as she started the sink. She laved her hands with soap as the water warmed and then began scrubbing. Her hands were already red and cracked from the many times she had performed this nightly ritual. Still the suds and hot water brought her a comfort that she could never find on her own. One of the night nurses heard the running water from down the hall and heaved a heavy sigh. Another midnight cleansing. She meandered quietly towards the bathroom and hovered in the doorway. She watched the young woman mutely as she rubbed her hands raw at the sink, humming to herself and shaking ever so slightly. This was not a new occurrence, and these days the aging nurse barely had the heart to scold her and send her back to bed. This was the only time that the sad girl with the lank brown hair and strange red lines on her skin seemed at peace. [Author's Note: Wow! I can't believe I finally finished this! This is (another) nightmare sequence for my dear friend Kozz and her role play buddy Laura! It's for their site, Institution, (http://bloodywrittenthing.wordpress.com/) which is really an awesome place. It has a tantalizing story with beautiful artwork, and if you're tired of my drivel just head on over there. You're in for a real treat. A while back Kozz posted a challenge for writers to write their own nightmare sequence to compliment the story line. I already did one, which I have yet to post on tumblr because I want to edit some of my errors, but I wasn't really happy with it. It was long and drawn out and ended up more like an acid-trip than a real nightmare. I tried to be a little loose with it, make it not as rigidly plotted as the last one. It still ended up a little more stiff than I would have liked, but overall I like it better than the last one. It hangs together more nicely. I wanted to work on a few things with this story: mainly pacing and lack of dialogue. I don't think I did very well with pacing. It started out slow then all tumbled out at the end. But my writing is a work in progress. Because I have a hard time reading body language in real life, dialogue tends to prop up most of my stories (-cough- Living High, And the Earth Shook, etc. -cough-), so I wanted to do a story with barely any talking to see if I could accurately portray emotion without the main characters blabbing all the time. I think I did better on this front than I did the other. In any case, I hope you like the story Kozz and Laura! You don't have to put it up if you don't want, but I had a lot of fun with it! As always, comments, criticisms, and critiques are always welcome!
I miss fun TV shows with ragtag friend groups getting into wacky hijinks. Like yeah fine they save the world or whatever but more importantly, they crack jokes and get into shenanigans and take care of each other. Miss the hell out of that shit.
I'M NAMING ALL THE MOTHER MOTHER SONGS!!!
Album 1: Touch Up. Dirty Town Polynesia Angry Sea Oh Ana Legs Away Love And Truth Train Of Thought Verbatim Neighbour Ball Cap Tic Toc Touch Up Little Hands Album 2: O My Heart. (Personally my favourite album) O My Heart Burning Pile Body Of Years Try To Change Wisdom Body Hayloft Wrecking Ball Arms Tonite Miles Sleep Awake Album 3: Eureka. Chasing It Down The Stand Baby Don't Dance Original Spin Born In A Flash Simply Simple Problems Aspiring Fires Getaway Far In Time Oleander Calm Me Down In The Wings Carve A Name Album 4: The Sticks. Omen The Sticks Let's Fall In Love Business Man Dread In My Heart Infinitesimal Happy Bit By Bit Latter Days Little Pistol Love It Dissipates The Cry Forum Waiting For The World To End To The Wild Cesspool Of Love All Gone Album 5: Very Good Bad Thing. Get Out The Way Monkey Tree Modern Love Reaper Man I Go Hungry Have It Out Very Good Bad Thing Kept Down Shout If You Know Alone And Sublime No One To Nothing Jump The Fence Insane Album 6: No Culture. Free Love Stuck The Drugs Back In School Letter Baby Boy Mouth Of The Devil No Culture Everything Is Happening Family Empty Hands Worry Cut The Strings Album 7: Dance And Cry. I Must Cry Out Loud Dance And Cry Get Up So Down Good at Loving You Biting On A Rose It's Alright Give Me Back The Night Back To Life Only Love Bottom Is A Rock Keep Album 8: Inside. Seven Two Sick Of The Silence Forgotten Souls Pure Love Weep I Got Love Stay Behind The Knack Girl Alone Like A Child Breathe Until It Doesn't Hurt Inside Life Hayloft II All The Dying Frying Pan Conversations Turpentine Album 9: Grief Chapter Nobody Escapes To My Heart Explode Head Shrink Days Forever Normalize Goddamn Staying Power The Matrix God's Plan End Of Me Grief Chapter
Yes. I had to.
We are saved indeed.
EUREKA!
September 6th is gonna be a big day for the gays.
It’s me. I’m the gays.
I haven’t played investigations (haven’t even finished the first 3 main games…….) but I’m super excited to get my hands on it when the remastered version comes out! Edgeworth is one of my favorite main characters so games all about him sound awesome. I’m also pretty excited to see Kay Faraday and Sebastian DeBeste :) I love those losers
Below is a Eureka-less version of the drawing.
During a rewatch of Eureka, especially the episode Clash of the Titans, I got some Demisexual Vibes from Douglas Fargo. Throughout the five seasons, Douglas had crushes on several characters and even a few romantic interests. Yet in the episode above, he is shown to want to have a deep relationship with a person before he would have sex with them.
While both the girl he was seeing at the time and the person he had gone to for advice just told him to go through with having sex, Douglas stuck to his guns and even called it off with the girl for a bit.
As he was not averse to sex but wanted a deeper connection before doing so, I think this shows he is a sexually positive Demisexual.
Adira, Gray, Paul, and Hugh would definitely watch Eureka (a TV show on Amazon Prime.) Why? Because of this:
(Wiki States "Deputy United States Marshal Jack Carter stumbles upon Eureka while transporting a fugitive prisoner (his own rebellious teenage daughter Zoe) back to her mother's home in Los Angeles. When a faulty experiment cripples the sheriff of Eureka, Carter finds himself quickly chosen to fill the vacancy. Despite not being a genius like most members of the town, Jack Carter demonstrates a remarkable ability to connect to others, keen and practical insights, and a dedication to preserving the safety of Eureka.
Eureka takes place in a high tech fictional community of the same name, located in the U.S. state of Oregon and inhabited by brilliant scientists. Camouflaged by an electromagnetic shield, the town is operated by a corporation called Global Dynamics (GD), which is overseen by the United States Department of Defense. The town's existence and location are closely guarded secrets.")
Part 2 soon
Part 2
I think Paul/Adira's favorite character would be Henry Deacon who is a "jack of all trades" and mainly a mechanic. It is stated in the show that he is a rocket engineer/town coroner/(later) Town Mayor.
Part 1 / Part 3
Part 3
Gray's favorite character would be Jack Carter who is the show's protagonist. He is Eureka's Town Sheriff, and is the kinda comic relief.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4
@weltato and @sadmushroomgoblin. I did it! It is really dumb but here we are!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58679578
I love it that Sheriff Jack Carter's job is to mainly make sure that Eureka doesn't imploded upon itself by scientists and to babysit the scientists so they work on what they need to do.
Chapter 2 of Just Another Day In Eureka. Hope you enjoy!
New fic and an update!
I finished Bizja whole storyline yesterday.
Today, I started the Eureka ones. I'm deeply regretting my choice.
So much grind in my future. This leveling bullshit for 4 areas? I'm far from done.
All for the triple triad mount. It will be well merited.
Oh where o where has my true love gone? O where o where can she be?
You'd think this is me right now, but tisnt. This is me a few days ago, when I had all my legal freedoms to come and go as I Bun well pleased.
Nows when I go outside I in small, stupid little playpen with 4 foot high walls. I hasn't seen, or smelled, me true love in days. What if she has thought be to be unalive? Or worse, that I forgot her.
Me so angry at me Lady Ma and Skin Daddy.
Frens, I need a plan. I must get to my luscious, feisty fur lady and be able to confess that I will allow her to shower me in all the loves I rightfully deserve. That she may lick the dirts from my furs and snuggle me on cold winter days, shielding my studly body from the cool breeze. For her, I'd allow these things.
Le sigh.... This was when I had my freedoms. Now I am a prince in a locked, and barred, castle.
#BunJovi #TrueLove #PrisonCantHoldMe
