posted on Oct, 11 2005 @ 04:20 PM
Background of the story- Phantom dust takes place on earth in the year 2121 a major war between two warring country's, Russia and U.S.A. two missiles
were launched from both country's. Their main purpose was to release a special kind of 'dust' that would make their enemy's forget everything
(basically memory wiping them). Both missiles collided with each other releasing the 'dust' and spreading it around the whole planet. It eveloped
the whole world in curiousity, destroying homes, cities, and even the people. Only one person was safe, his name is edgar, he is a astronaut, he comes
to earth finding by bending the dust by his own free will he could do magical things with it. The more he used it the more his memory had gone, soon
he shaped people, and towns and even cities. Though he only made two people.... his 'first' creations..... they are of his wife Freia and his best
friend Ice. Freia will stick with him but ice turns on both of them.
lost & forgotten
Sizzling air, the scent of smoldering flesh, the battle field was so burned, so broken, just like me.
a ball of fire races at my chest just as the thousands of times befor, i wish it would turn me back to the dust that i know is my future, to be one
with the mist that surounds this dead world i call my home. The dazzling light of little indescribable fairys dances around me and the fire vanishes
now it is time to do the same to its creater.
My name is...
Well i'll just tell you what i do know...
The world is torn, dust covers the whole earth and the dust takes from us that which matters most, that which you can charish even in the darkest,
lonleyest corners of this of this nothingness, our memories. The dust takes so much... i've lost so much but i've been given a gift, i can use the
dust, mold it, i can make the dust into anything i wish but do to my damaged mind i can only use skills i've seen or create objects that i see around
me i cannot retain any specifics of what i do but perhaps god took pitty on my scorched skin, maybe his mercy made it through the dust to bless those
who still beleave that this world can be reborn and i, i would gladly sholder that burden if only i knew how.
Im recording what memories i can on to this "Memorie Box" to be saved for posterity.
I've been walking for days there's nothing but broken and torn buildings, split and bent at angels that gravity shoudn't alow' let alone reality,
statues transformed into twisted monstrositys, wreaked vehicals that seem to be from both the past and future. This place makes no sence it seems to
have fallen into the rabbit hole and never made it back to the real world. "whats real how should i know i just know that its not right". speaking
of wonderland i think i met the red queen today, i know its just my imagination, it was nothing but a another torcherd spirt wantering this sandy
graveyard "she?" "he? it" attacked me, attacked ME it only took one "Fire Bullet" and it returned to the dust... "wait wonderland what" i
remembered something! damn my mind contorts more with each thought, i think maybe theres a reason i cant remember the past maybe there's somthing
terrible that happend to me back then but if my memories are only to cause me pain why can i remember..."forgotten"... the one i never should have
I've been staying in an abandoned mall, a mall? i dont why a mall of all things could have survived whatever happend to this planet. every few days
the living dead wander into the area, but i learned that i dont even need to waste my time with them i simply sit atop the tree that has grown rampant
in the center of the atrium using a skill i learned recently called levitation. 30 feet up with every use nobody can catch me. from this vantage point
i've learned all kinds of intresting moves and interesting things like if the creatures wander anywhere near this area, people or somethings called
the "visions" send out scouts to take care of them, i only know what i can hear from my perch, but there is somthing far more interesting that i
have learned. each time there is a fight in this place the area is near completely distroyed and when i wake in the morning everything is back the way
it was, just like the first day i arived. theres somthing going on i dont know what causes it, maybe who? but i really dont think god would care that
much about the 3rd street mall!
a blade like the hand of god its self, vacume slash and im not even tired after swipe down my enemy but i can never seem to remember how to use it
again untill after the battle, this dust is muking around in my head. Hey, i even managed to use It again, twice in a row, i get so tired after each
use but nobody can run from this attack, it makes me feel like im in control i heard it was called "Octolaser", but it's called damn cool by me
it's the only thing that brings a smile to my face these days, but so tired, so very...