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Girls‘ Last Tour

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At that time, the earth’s surface is not suitable for living anymore, so people built new cities on top of old cities and they kept stacking higher and higher. Two girls left their family and started a journey on their German half-track motorcycle, with the goal of survival and trying to reach “the top”. But they travel up to higher levels, they only found war machines and other leftovers of human activities.

Even though their findings were depressing, they did not hold the girls back. They kept looking for resources and moving forward. They even gave up their most valuable things such as the dairy and books to keep themselves alive. The girls’ desire for survival in a world full of despair is admirable.

Lastly, this is a poem by Hermann Hesse that was cited in this manga.

Out Wandering

Don’t be sad, soon comes the night,
When we watch over the faint countryside,
As the cool moon secretly laughs
And we rest hand in hand.

Don’t be sad, soon comes the time,
When we rest. Our small crosses will stand
On the bright roadside together,
And it rains and snows,
And the winds come and go.

Auf Wanderung

Sei nicht traurig, bald ist es Nacht,
Da sehn wir über dem bleichen Land
Den kühlen Mond, wie er heimlich lacht,
Und ruhen Hand in Hand.

Sei night trauig, bald kommt die Zeit,
Da haben wir Ruh. Unsre Kreuzlein stehen
Am hellen Strassenrande zu zweit,
Und es regnet un schneit,
Und die Winde kommen und gehen.

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Part 5

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The world could feel it, Act III of Humanity coming to a close. A fresh piece of paper poised and ready to go into the typewriter if Act IV of Humanity were to commence. In that moment all of the surviving humans all around the world, somehow all of them were listening waiting; their path had led them here. Their future rested in the sounds of a few keyboard clicks.

The boy closed his eyes, blocking out the swirling depths of the girl’s eyes, the inevitability of time. The boy was struck by how satirical it was that after the humans had put the world through the wringer, dragged it to hell and back, God or something else, had left the earth in the hands of one innocent and naïve human.

He opened his eyes at long last and looked into the warm and luminescent gold eyes of the girl; perhaps I am the messiah, the boy thought, but if I am the messiah then she, she is my prophet. His fingers hovered above the keyboard and he finally began to type,

<command> terminate existence </command>

His fingers where shaking uncontrollably as he typed the last symbol, he could smell the salty air drift into the cave on a slow and melodious evening breeze. Once he pressed enter the world would be just this simple breeze.

But all of a sudden his heart clenched, he curled his hand into a tight fist: but don’t all the people still alive deserve to live? Don’t they deserve to feel this sea breeze as well, he thought. A selfish need to live had reared its ugly head in him. The girl just looked at him, the fire in her eyes just warm coals, the ice in her eyes just a cool pond, the cosmos and history had swirled to a stop, waiting at this moment: you know I cannot make this decision for you. I have done for you what I can.

The world held its breath as the boy’s hand slid to the enter button and when the world could hold its breath no longer he whispered: God you are one cruel creature.

After:

Night fell on what was left of humanity for the last time that night; the next morning not one human soul stirred. The tawny eyed prophet sat at the front of the cave leaning against the entrance her feet sitting in the water, next to her the young and unlikely messiah; both sat there, life snuffed out of them the two most important people in the human chapter of history. Side by side casually leaning against rock staring into the wide and endless ocean, as if only resting in the middle of a teenage-angst-filled-adventure.

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Huh, I guess I am on cruel creature.

Part 1

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It was not long after the nuclear wipe out took place, a monumental event known as The Great Purge. All that was left were just scraps of the human race, the vagabonds, the cowards, the rats from the very darkest corners of grime.

How ironic, only the people too afraid to live were the last one’s left on the earth. The meek shall inherit the earth – it was foretold eons ago, well it seems that prophecy had finally come to pass, and the world had gone to spiraling out of control for it.

In the days before Act III of Humanity came to pass, the people left to breathe in the ashes of their loved ones sank to their knees.

Religion had long since faded from the lips of those whose God was so seemingly absent; it had turned into a simple words used to describe The Great Purge. But even so, with lungs clouded with ash, the people looked to hazy orange skies, with blood-shot eyes and veins bulging painfully from beneath sickly and wan skin.

They looked up at the unmerciful smog and smoke-filled sky as oil slicked tears fell from shattered souls, the meek prayed for the absent, so-called, messiah.

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The last of humankind had gathered in small groups of tired and hopeless people, scattered throughout the world; but, the only ones that matter were gathered in the center of what had once been called the city of the future.

It was on that day, one day till night officially fell, that a scruffy teenager barely sixteen dragged himself through the streets of the burnt city.

He had the eyes of days past; clear and pale green; offsetting, in a face caked with death and heartache; hopeful and optimistic, set into the face of someone forced to grow up to quickly.

He had the tooth of a long starved animal buried in his abdomen and he was quickly running out of blood to spare.

The surviving meek where huddled at the very tip of the city near the, now poison, ocean; as the boy stumbled down the road toward them, his eyes met with the eyes of a girl standing at the front of all the survivors.

The girl stared at the boy who was slowly making his way toward her. She was short with even shorter hair, it was cut into a choppy bob that fell midway down her neck. She was distinctly Asian in heritage, Singapore, this city had once been Singapore.

She was pale, powdery, with dark jet black hair and they eyes of a bird of prey. Her eyes though, that is what truly set her apart from the rest of the meek.

They were tawny and gold like a lion, rimmed in a thick layer of dark lashes. Although warm in color, her eyes had the cold, impersonal, precision of a microscope, they were like ice and fire in one person.

She did not strike one, outright as meek, but what had grouped her in with the cowards and vagrants was not that she was cowardly, but she had never tried to live.

Observation

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Power lies not with those who rule intellectuals, but who rule the fools. An Intellectual knows when his rights are being taken away, they fight and resist to no end. Fools can easily be owned. Their faith can be bought with the simplest of things. They will believe anything they hear, which is exactly hat makes them dangerous.

-Unknown author 21st century.

In the second half of the 22nd Century a computer virus spread that wiped the data from millions of servers across the country. This outage caused The U.S. to be sent back to the dark ages. There was no way to contact the military overseas, the internet was the only way to control a military that was entirely robotic. Although when you think about it, the enemy’s army was entirely robotic as well. I always thought it was a ridiculous thing, to make machines just to break each other, piling millions of dollars into robots that served the express purpose of destroying other robots. A huge waste of money.

Back to the revolution. The people grew increasingly angry with the government. Martial Law was in effect in most states, and people were starving. The programs that ran the farming equipment had been shut down, and most towns had no ability to provide for their populations. Villages began to fight over food and water. We became barbarians over night. Thousands of years of morality lost in an instant.

Hunger changes a man, his instincts take over. Food becomes one’s only thought, and those who had it had the power. The smart ones like myself read books from museums to learn how to farm and grow food for ourselves. We had a garden with a few vegetables growing, and life was good. Well, at least until the town got word of our little establishment.

When people get angry they riot, when people riot they destroy, and when people destroy, nothing can be saved. They devoured what little food we had and burnt our home to the ground. An incredibly foolish gesture considering that the books they burnt were far more valuable than the vegetables, but alas, fools have no time for critical thinking in a riot. They think only for themselves.

A Journey Through the Woods.

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I grabbed my machete and sprinted into the woods. I had no time left. My camp had been overrun by those… things. It was no use staying and fighting at this point we had already lost. I had a compass, machete, the clothes on my back, and the wilderness at my disposal.

It was time to run. I needed to work my way into the valley near camp. The terrain was marshy and wet after the rain. My boots sunk deeper into the ground after every step.

The monsters dwelled in the shadows and never tired, but they operated and navigated by smell so in the rain it was hard for them to find me.

A flash of movement appeared to my left and I struck with my machete. It left a splash of silvery blood on my blade. Where had these things come from and why did they want us. Their regenerative abilities make them the perfect hunter.

We weren’t prepared. If there is an apocalypse this is it.

I don’t know what we did wrong. I am the last one left and I am stuck in a cave in the middle of nowhere running from the unknown, sharpening my machete.

starwars apocalypse 2012

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My god, George Lucas just won’t stop messing with Star Wars will he. Apparently it has come to my attention that a 3-d re-release of the Star Wars saga beginning with episode 1 is set to debut in 2012, date TBA. They are starting with The Phantom Menace which came out in 1999 for those of us who remember. It was the one where Darth Maul has that cool double saber, and a more awesome look than Darth Vader, and is frankly, a more badass villain. It also included Jar Jar Binks, the annoying alien thing that looks like a rejected Pokemon character who many despise and some even consider racist. Now I usually enjoy stupid characters in movies, when they’re funny.

Now this may be a welcome change when it comes to logic seeing as how they are opening with part one rather than part four, even though A New Hope was an awesome movie. They are going to start with part 1 and base the re-makes on ticket sales. Speaking of said sales, I for one am not too thrilled about the jacked up ticket prices when a movie just happens to be in 3-d. Tickets at my local theater go for  $10 for an adult ticket. When I saw Pirhanna,  My Bloody Valentine, Beowulf, ticket sales were all $15. Plus with that being said, I wasn’t a fan of episode 1 in the first place. Not to mention 2 or 3 before the good ones start.

So I’m a little apprehensive about this, especially since Lucas can’t seem to stop upgrading his movies in re-releases. Him and Spielberg‘s parody episode in SouthPark was 100% fact, and not to mention hilarious. So $15 to see an inferior Star Wars? No thank you.

And if the reason for this was to once and for all settle the debate about Han or Greedo shooting first, then that’s just sad.