Before the beginning there was a prelude

    Been a while hasn't it. I know everyone is waiting on me to release some more of the story and rest assured I've definitely cranked up the seriousness rating over the past couple of weeks. Nothing discourages me more then to tell you that I am still dragging my feet on the final pages but for everyone's patience thus far I felt like sharing the remodeled prologue that I did sometime last year before the hard drive fiasco. Needless to say this is part of the recovered file and I very much hope you enjoy it.

     Just a foreword. This and anything I post can and will always be a work in progress no matter the state it currently resides in. That doesn't mean I will retcon anything within the blog but it does mean I will more then likely change things in the final product released on Amazon for reasons of "perceived perfection necessity". While saying all that I can't guarantee that this exact prologue will be the same one found in that upcoming "refurbished edition" as it was intended to be but rest assured changes are only made for lucidity sake. Again, enjoy and compare the two. It's quite a difference.

       -Rossini



The original Prologue in all its glory:

It is always the same. Many days apart but they always begin identical to one another. I feel the shock wave wash over my limp body like a coat of water surging past. Then the thunder abruptly hampers my sleeping corpse, beckoning me back to life.

I sit up and wipe the slumber from my pupils. The dry dirt and debris falls to ground as in the distance the repeating sight loops ever more.

Nothing.

No trees sway from the gusts. No birds squawking a pleasant song. There is only silence around me. There is only death beside me.

Seven years ago a man attempted to destroy the world. Seven times he was thwarted by righteous men. The great tyranny endowed did not last. We were free of the racism and bigotry. We the soldiers did not falter.

But every night I hear the same sounds. The bombs continue to fall. I thought that seven years ago this had ended. It appears I was wrong.




And the remodeled edition after the break.>>>

In the beginning it all relays the same exact pattern. Many days past many days apart the rift between our known and our unknown separates and begins identical to the one before. The fractional time of peace has passed.

     I feel the shock-wave wash across my limp body like a coat of water showering down and past the present location. Then abruptly and unpleasantly the crackling thunder hampers my sleeping corpse, beckoning me back to life.

     I sit up and wipe the slumber from my pupils. Dry dirt and debris slowly rolls down my taut cheeks before gradually tumbling towards the ground. In the great distance a vision of repeating sights loops ever more. Forever the record spins, squeaking at every tarnished imperfection that graced the vinyl.

     And then nothing.

     No trees sway side to side from the howling gusts. No birds squawking a happy pleasant song. There is only silence around me. There is only death beside me.

     Seven years ago a man attempted to destroy the world as we knew it. Seven times I counted his failure as his efforts were thwarted by the righteous men still alive. And like most physical representations the great tyranny endowed did not last. We were free of their bigotry. We the soldiers did not falter.

     But still; by the crack of starlight I hear the same sounds stirring from a very long time ago. The bombs continue to fall farther through the everlasting chasm.

     I thought I had succeeded those seven years ago. I thought it had ended. It appears I was wrong.