Published Mar 23rd, 2012, 3/23/12 5:07 am
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DRAFT
One stormy day, someone by the name of Mael was manufacturing electronic circuit boards. He made all his designs himself, and hand built each and every component. Mind you, he was quite good at what he did.
As the night drew on, he worked hard during late hours. In his mind, there was no substitute for perfection. The storm grew in mass and disaster was amidst. Mael was just about finished with his latest work. As he sifted through his shelves of parts, he realized he didno t have any batteries or cells. His face became stern and upset, as he soon remembered that the wiring of the wall outlets were faulty and often did not work.
He made his way over to the outlet, with creation in hand, hoping he might have the slightest luck that the outlet might work. He adapted his cell connections so that they were able to be plunged in the wall outlet. No luck, the outlet wouldn't provide any source of energy.
Now, overcome with concern that he may not be able to power his great creation, he turned to the only power source available--the old back room generator. Before acquiring his workroom Mael was told by the previous owner that the generator always acted up, even seemed to have a mind of its own. Some would say that the generator was imported from overseas from a mad scientisto s lab. But Mael wouldno t believe such nonsense.
So off Mael went, with a flashlight held firmly in his left hand and project in the other delving into the dark a cluttered generator room. As he made his way to the back where the generator stood he tripped over the mess that covered the floor. The room hadn't been cleaned in years.
Outside the storm was raging and roared ever so violently; lightning was flashing in the skies and thunder shook the ground.
Mael stood there, in front of the massive and rustic generator almost three times his size. Listening carefully, Mael could hear the whirling and buzzing sounds coming from deep inside the generator. For a glint of a second he pondered, "Just how does this mysterious contraption tick?" And then on he went to connect his dear project to the monstrous machine.
As Mael attached his project to the generator, a magnificent and huge bolt of lightning came down from the sky, like a spear thrown down from the heavens in war. The bolt of lightning pierced the rod on the roof of Maels workshop and down it went, through the circuitry of the building and into the generator. The electricity surged into Maels body, however, he felt no pain, and all he could feel was immense power running through his veins.
Darkness, only contrasted by a hint of light zipping in and out of existence through the virtual world. This is Mael. No one can quite explain how he had transformed into what he is today. He no longer goes by the name Mael. He was heartbroken that he could not finish his project, he believed his project could change the world and make him rich. Now he is stuck as an ethereal being only seeking to cause havoc and to be an annoyance to all inventors and those who wish to invent great things. He believes that this is only right, if he couldn't be great, no one else should be either. He is Zealichite the menacing being. No one stop him, as you cannot stop pure surging energy.
One stormy day, someone by the name of Mael was manufacturing electronic circuit boards. He made all his designs himself, and hand built each and every component. Mind you, he was quite good at what he did.
As the night drew on, he worked hard during late hours. In his mind, there was no substitute for perfection. The storm grew in mass and disaster was amidst. Mael was just about finished with his latest work. As he sifted through his shelves of parts, he realized he didno t have any batteries or cells. His face became stern and upset, as he soon remembered that the wiring of the wall outlets were faulty and often did not work.
He made his way over to the outlet, with creation in hand, hoping he might have the slightest luck that the outlet might work. He adapted his cell connections so that they were able to be plunged in the wall outlet. No luck, the outlet wouldn't provide any source of energy.
Now, overcome with concern that he may not be able to power his great creation, he turned to the only power source available--the old back room generator. Before acquiring his workroom Mael was told by the previous owner that the generator always acted up, even seemed to have a mind of its own. Some would say that the generator was imported from overseas from a mad scientisto s lab. But Mael wouldno t believe such nonsense.
So off Mael went, with a flashlight held firmly in his left hand and project in the other delving into the dark a cluttered generator room. As he made his way to the back where the generator stood he tripped over the mess that covered the floor. The room hadn't been cleaned in years.
Outside the storm was raging and roared ever so violently; lightning was flashing in the skies and thunder shook the ground.
Mael stood there, in front of the massive and rustic generator almost three times his size. Listening carefully, Mael could hear the whirling and buzzing sounds coming from deep inside the generator. For a glint of a second he pondered, "Just how does this mysterious contraption tick?" And then on he went to connect his dear project to the monstrous machine.
As Mael attached his project to the generator, a magnificent and huge bolt of lightning came down from the sky, like a spear thrown down from the heavens in war. The bolt of lightning pierced the rod on the roof of Maels workshop and down it went, through the circuitry of the building and into the generator. The electricity surged into Maels body, however, he felt no pain, and all he could feel was immense power running through his veins.
Darkness, only contrasted by a hint of light zipping in and out of existence through the virtual world. This is Mael. No one can quite explain how he had transformed into what he is today. He no longer goes by the name Mael. He was heartbroken that he could not finish his project, he believed his project could change the world and make him rich. Now he is stuck as an ethereal being only seeking to cause havoc and to be an annoyance to all inventors and those who wish to invent great things. He believes that this is only right, if he couldn't be great, no one else should be either. He is Zealichite the menacing being. No one stop him, as you cannot stop pure surging energy.
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