Gen 64: The Beginning

The year is 60 XC, The world is still recovering from the Great War of 4856. During the war many people went and stayed in underground cities, which for the most part are now abandoned since several factions have began to recolonize the Earth. Spreading out from europe as we had back in the 1400s, so many years ago. We have set up colonies and small cities using the technology we managed to salvage from the underground. Most everything these days is run by steam or electricity as a result of the wars and problems caused by fossil fuels.

I was once a normal kid, trying to get through life through everyone else. I never wanted to be a hero, a savior, a guardian. All of that changed the day the Empire began their assault on the newfound world. Having Kept the lost art of flight to themselves, they recreated war machines. The war had not reached the 757, not yet. This is the story of how i went from a simple boy, to become the hero i never thought i could be....

Its the middle of the night, Electric torches blaze along a city road, people watch from their windows as i walk along, almost as if they know me, but i do not recognize any of them. Following the road it leads me out of the town to a small glade, i feel drawn to it. The moonlight reflects off the small lake, the trees around it are white as snow and emit an eerie blue glow. Wading into the water uncontrollably, i hear something call my name from below. Closing my eyes, i move toward the center of the water till i am about waist deep. The water begins to ripple in front of me, i am neither afraid nor do I move. A girl comes up out of the water, and my eyes open, locking with hers. Taking my left wrist, she presses her palm to it. "You Have been Chosen..." I hear her say, but her lips do not move.

I wake up, sitting up quickly, gasping for air, my palms sweaty, and my hands shaking worse than normal. "What....was that..." Shaking my head I trying to clear my thoughts, but all i keep hearing in my head is those four words she put in my mind. "I have been chosen..." I look at my hands, which arent clammy, but a little... "wet?" I wipe them off on my blanket and shake my head again. "Im just seeing things."

Hopping out of my bed i look around my room, Its a small apartment, one room with a bathroom. The kitchen and living area are near the door. The Decor is done in a black and white metal theme. The sun is shinning in through the window that overlooks the street outside. I'm Thirteen levels above the ground. Grabbing my clothes off the floor, I get dressed. Throwing on a white t-shirt, a back unbuttoned dress shirt, rolling the sleeves up to my elbows, pull on my worn out jeans, and then slip on my white converse over some ankle socks. Walking over to my desk, which is adjacent to my bed. While logging onto my laptop i grab my keys and wallet off the desk. I get on my Email, to see if i have any new messages.
"A new message from... Kaia? I dont know a Kaia." I hit delete before grabbing my itouch and heading out the door of my apartment. Taking the stairs down to the lobby, i wave to the landlady as i head out to the bustling street. Stopping on the front steps, I look at all the people rushing by me, everyone in a hurry to get somewhere. Everything is made out of metal and painted in interesting colors; the street, the buildings, and the sidewalk. Despite all the metal, there were still many trees, bushes, and flowers growing in spots around the houses and buildings. The city glistened and shone under the sunlight. It seemed to look more magnificent every day. I hear the theme song "Phendrana Drifts", it's my ringtone and a classic song. I have a text. It says it from the number 426-5242. The text is just garbled numbers and words and i just delete it. Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I walk down the sidewalk to the nearby corner where the coffee shop is. Opening the door, I hear a bell ding. The place is made to resemble the diners of the 1950's, as we remember from our historical tapes. The barista, Amelia, smiles at me and starts preparing my usual french vanilla cappuccino. Handing it to me she looks at my forearm funny.
"When did you get the tattoo?"
"What?" I look down at my wrist to see an odd marking.

The Barista started looking at me like i was looney. Quickly i think of an excuse to give her. "Oh, I got that last night with the guys, long story" Rolling down my sleeves, i grab my drink, and head out the door. The bell rings again. Avoiding the people on the street, i run back to my apartment. I rush up the stairs, into my apartment, and into the bathroom. Throwing the drink in the trash, I take off the dress shirt, and try and scrub off the marking. No surprise, its still there when i wash off the soap. Splashing my face with cold water, trying to calm down, i stare into the mirror. "This is all too weird...." I hear a ping from my laptop in the other room. Walking over to the desk, an im screen appears on the display. There is no screen name, only text.

Unknown : You have been Chosen

Pungo: Chosen for what? What are you doing to me?

Unknown : I did nothing to you. You found me 64, you can find me again. You'll find your path to me my love. Actually youll fall right into it.

Pungo: 64? what do you mean? DO I KNOW YOU?

There was no reply. No more messages came after that. All I was left with were unanswered questions, a strange tattoo, and a haunting dream.
I look down at the tattoo on my wrist.
"Sixty-four......" as i spoke the words the tattoo began to.... glow? It was emiting an eerie blue light around its edges, almost like the trees from the dream. Then as i went to touch it, i felt like i was about to fall. But how? There was a floor below me. The it happened, I fell, right through the floor, and not just my floor. I watched as i fell through all the floors of my apartment complex. The girl in the room 4 floors below me screams as she sees me pass through. Suddenly I stop falling. My body halfway in the floor, halfway in the main lobby. A kid sitting on a bench looks at me wide-eyed.
"Are you shadow cat? the x-man?" he asks
Ignoring him, because shadow cat was a girl, i try and pull myself out of the ground. I manage to pull my leg out and go to step onto the marble floor, only to start falling again. Right through the basement, the subway, the sewers, the steam pipes. I close my eyes not wanting to see anymore and I land on a hard rock floor.
"Ow, Damn"
Opening my eyes i look around. I find myself in an underground water reservoir. Rock walls all around me and a blue lake. It's all lit up somehow, looking up i see the roof is covered in glowing crystal.
"I...just..." I hear a tapping on the rock behind me, like footsteps, then the world went white.



END CHAPTER 1

[[Work In Progress, if you think it could use some more detail, let me know. i just quickly jotted this down]]

For I Have Not Seen....

...That dream which I dreamt,
Of living before I was born, 
For then we played, and loved, and then.... slept, 
Only to awake as something alive and torn,
Torn in two but what we did, yet didn't know.
So then we lived, dreaming of dying, hoping to live again,
Hoping to see each other,
We danced in the snow,
And laughed in the rain of spring,
We played in the leaves of a summer smothered'
Hoping to see each other while we still lived.

Sad Realization

At some point in your life you've wished something imaginary was real right? It could have been care bears, digimon, your favorite super hero, or something else along those lines. Well for me it was the things from my videogames, like the characters from Zelda or Pokemon. So just the other day i was talking to my brother about things we had wished we real when we were younger and we both agreed  the pokemon were high on our list. But when we started to think about it, what if that did happen? The Earth would be screwed. Of Course we would have pokemon to help us do certain job and it would be great to have companions like them, but there are way too many drawbacks. The world in pokemon was a utopia, no one but team rocket used Pokemon for evil and pokemon didnt go on wild rampages destroying everything. Seriously, If something like Dialga and Palkia were Real, earth would be a place of utter chaos, because no one would be able to catch them/ tame them and they would just rampage across the earth destroying everything in their way as they fought. But they wouldnt even be the worst, they dont have much sentience other than fighting each other for control, the real problem would be Mewtwo. A Pokemon with intellect far beyond that of a human, would easily decimate all of us and we wouldnt be able to control him. We would have to Hope that something like Mew, Lugia, or some other kindhearted Pokemon would stop him from wiping us out because they had some kind of hope for Humankind. Another flaw is the fact that not only normal, good people would have Pokemon, but so would the terrorists and warmongers of the world. Everything would be thrown into chaos because people would use Pokemon to fuel their wars. And what about PETA, they would go crazy. They would start somethng like PETP [people for the ethical treatment of pokemon] and would try and tell us not to catch them and make them partners...blah blah blah. And thus it came to my sad realization that wishing for something imaginary like this, is just that, wishing. Because if it would become real our world, as corrupt and chaotic as it is, would just crumble into disrepair.

The First Of Many

Welcome to Generation 64! This illustrious post is just as the title says, the first of many. Now you may be wondering why this is called Generation 64, well that's because I, like many of my friends, was basicaly raised around an N64. When I was little it was the first thing I did when I came home, play my N64, and what I learned from unconciously. I learned the difference betwen good and evil, how to solve puzzles, memorize events/names/codes, learn mathematics, expand my vocabulary, and inhance my hand/eye coordination. You're probably thinking that's not possible, but it is and it helped me to be as observant and open minded as I am today. But it's not just the 64 that I learned from; we, my friends and I, are who we are because of what we do, what we have done, and what we have experienced.

Now this blog isn't about videogames though I may talk about them every once in a while. It's about what my friends and I see, hear, and read here in the 757, and what I, a child from Generation 64, think about it. It's how life is percieved through the eyes of an average kid born in the 90's. So hang on and keep reading, there are always more adventures to be had.

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