Epilogue

Inside the endless void Leigh San Deigo watched as the tiny fire burnt. The fire they had worked furiously to make from the reminants of the wooden parts of their weapons as the light faded. Boote and Holly's faces glowed in the dim orange light. The blackness that surrounded them felt cold, even if in actuality it had no temperature either way.

"The flame is dieing." Boote pointed out.
"This is the last thing we'll ever see." Leigh almost smirked. "After this, it's blackness."
"And then we starve to death." Holly muttered. "There's no escape."
"Maybe." Leigh commented. "But we saved the world, didn't we? That's got to count for something."
"That we did." Boote said happily. "That we did."

Five years had passed since that flame had died. Five years exactly. Peter Garraghan wondered to the door of his small cottage, sat out in the country. He had to move. He had to get away. He couldn't stand the city anymore, every person marching around like their life was the only one that mattered, everybody being entirely self centred. Yet these were the people so many of his friends had died for. He sighed. A small letter lay on the doormat. He opened it, and sighed, defeated. He scrunched it up in his hand and thrust it in his pocket. There was only one place he could visit when he felt like this.

Cooper stood over a specific gravestone. It was made from white stone, but carried no phrase upon it. No "Rest in Peace", no "In memory of," no "In loving memory", not even the name was full. There was just one inscription. One thing that meant more to Cooper than anything else could.

San Deigo.

It was a blessing and a curse. A memory of the sacrafice made, and the thought that nobody was left. He heard Pete's footsteps approaching.

Cooper turned, and the two faced each other.
"I got it to." Peter said to Cooper.
"I thought you would have." Cooper replied, unfolding the same scrumpled note. Written upon it was a simple reminder.

"There will always be Sam."

Peter looked away painfully.
"There deaths were in vain." Peter commented.
"Maybe. Maybe not. But at least we can remember them for who they were." Cooper scrunched up the note, and dropped it to the ground.
"Hey, you inscribed something new on the tombstone. I thought we vowed to leave it like that." Pete pointed to new words upon the top of the gravestone. He couldn't quite make them out.
"I didn't do anything. It's blank." Cooper looked down. "No it's not." He suddenly cried. New words had formed on the tombstone, combining to make a new sentance. A sentance that read simply:

"And there will always be a San Deigo."

Great Scott!

Diary of a Superhero isn't going too far at the moment. Considering dropping it for the time being and writing something else.

Been watching Back to the Future, and this, along with my general liking for time travel, has made me want to do a time travel story. Might just make it the main plot to Diary of a Superhero. Could work that way. "Superheroes across time" gives alot of potential. Especially since the concept of Silver's power was passed down through generations.

Or I might do some new time travel story. Problem is coming up with a way to trump Back to the Future, the deloreon made a pretty memorable time machine, and nothing before or since can really compete with that.

Except maybe the talking Justice Jet...

Phwoar! What's going on!?

You're probably wondering what's going on with the chapters. Blame Cooper. It stemed from a discussion about our lives as a story (partially on my blog). It sort of esculated from there, us just writing random parts of a story that doesn't exist. At least I seemed to turn out to be the main character.

Chapter Seventeen

Leigh turned to Boote and Holly.
"This is it." He stated. "Pete can't hold the portal open for long. After this, there is no turning back."
"We're with you all the way." Holly replied. "Besides, if you're right, and if we can save Cooper, then it's our duty to."
"A second thought never crossed my mind." Boote said. Leigh stared at the sword he had taken from the old attic. He lowered it inbetween the trio.
"All for one." He said with a smile.
"And one for all!" The other two cried.

"Very cute." Baird laughed, and the three span to face him. "But all the team spirit in the world can't help you now."
"Baird!" Holly spat. "You killed Cooper! You bastard!"
"Ha. Cooper had to die. He knew too much." Baird was repressing a smirk.
"Knew too much!? What could he know that was worth death!?" Leigh screamed.
"Funny you would shout that, Leigh." Baird took a step towards the trio, and they all sprang back. "After all, this all ties to you. It was your fault Cooper died."
"What!?" Leigh snapped, and the others readied their weapons, ignoring Baird's words.

The black void began to bleed with fire. It was turning into a background of flame, surrounding them.
"Ah. You see?" Baird motioned around. "Sam has nearly succeeded. I am a mere formality. One to make sure you die."
"You're going to kill all three of us?" Leigh smirked himself, confident they could win. He lifted his sword, and Boote did the same. Holly readied the crossbow she had taken from Josh's corpse. She wanted to take the shot, but had to wait. She had to find out what Baird had meant when he had blamed Leigh.
"Just you, Leigh." Baird stated. "Only you matter. Like I said, this all ties to you. It was your fault Cooper died."
"It was you who killed him!" Boote snapped, suddenly leaping forwards.
"I killed him, but Leigh was why." Leigh glanced uneasily at Baird. "You see, sixty years ago we almost succeeded. Sixty years ago we were moments from opening the portal and oblitering time itself. But we were stopped. One lone man stopped us. He left everything behind for one final crusade against us. One man felled an army, for he had destiny on his side. We were powerless to stop him." Baird was still smiling while telling this.
"What's that got to do with us?" Boote cried.
"His name." Baird smirked. "His name was Mr San Deigo."

It's Cold Outside

The Universe is big. I mean, if there was ever anything that was more deserving of being called big than the Universe, then I'm impressed. Because it is very big. Now, I was impressed because I discovered my copy of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is the same one I borrowed from a libary four years ago. The exact same book. Same marks on the cover, and it says it was withdrawn from a libary inside. Considering it's a book about coincidences (hell, their spaceship is powered by improbablity) I found this impressive. Especially in a place as big as the universe. The chances that I'd find the same book again (bar visiting the libary I got it from) must have been fairly slim, let alone end up owning it. Kind of helps emphasise the coincidences within.

In other news, our Red Dwarf Fan Film could concievably happen. We have the script, the locations, alot of the costume and the props. We just need to film and edit it. The plan is to enter it in the Red Dwarf Film Compitition, to earn a place on the DVDs. We ain't expecting to win, but it gives me an excuse to try out my fan film making skills and we get to act very stupidely, so it should be fun. Also, the script we have isn't that bad (sure, I wrote it, so I'm being big headed), I think some of the jokes are quite funny and it fits the style quite well. So even if our film making skill and lack of acting ability sucks, we can at least have some fun with a reasonable script.

Although, with my track record for trying to get things done, this will remain in limbo forever.

Mostly Harmless

You may remember a time when I blogged on our nature, how we didn't actually have things so bad, we didn't really matter that much, etc. The time when I used to this blog to sound like a smug know-it-all ass instead of writing about stupid things like 80's TV, ghosts and writing. Or you may not. Doesn't really matter.

As some may have guessed by the title, I've been reading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It starts with one of my favourite ways of starting. The description of Earth. I always love it when I read it like that because it puts everything into view. I'm not going to type it out, because I'm lazy, but instead give my own version.

We're the small blue rock (well, the rock isn't blue, but it looks it from space) orbiting the small yellow star in a solar system of nine planets. We're not the biggest planet in orbit. Nor are we the closest. We're not the furthest away either. We're not even in the middle. We're third. Three out of nine. At best that means we're the square root of the total of planets. Rather lame really. The only tiny thing that possiblity makes this planet significant in anyway is that a group of reasonably intelligent apes have evolved far enough to be aware they exist, and by convinient coincidence, have also evolved with posable thumbs and so have been able to form a civilisation based on constructed means. There are also lesser creatures inhabiting this tiny planet, ones that are too stupid to have figured out they exist yet. And dolphins. Apparently they know.

So, we're one tiny planet in the solar system on the far outstretched arm of the galaxy. What a place to be. I mean, nothing particually significant has ever happened on this arm. Hell, to be honest, the galaxy itself is rather insignificant. Who's ever heard of the Milky Way who doesn't live on that insignificant speck of a rock?

Now, the galaxy is huge. Full of thousands of stars and planets, and we're on one tiny little one, not even near the middle. We're in the unfashionable outskirts of the galaxy. But the galaxy is just a tiny part of the gigantic universe. And, if new theories are correct, our universe is just part of the mulitverse anyway. To be honest, we could be in a rather insignificant dimension.

When the universe, which is unbeliviably huge, is cast as insignificant, it makes you think. Our little blue speck is then so insignificant I don't think a word exists which isn't just the word 'very' repeated alot of times in front of the word 'insignificant'. And then you have us. Myself, for example. I am one little tiny reasonably intelligent ape sat in a tiny room on a tiny planet in an insignificant solar system on the edge of an insignificant galaxy in a possibly insignificant universe.

If anything it makes you question whether there is life out there, considering many people believe there isn't. But it made me think. What if there's not. What if in the entire universe, and the entire multiverse, the only sentient life that exists is us on this rock. What was the point? A bit of a waste of space really just so a few billion people could realise they exist and be profoundly miserable for it.

It kind of makes all my drama work seem really insignificant when put that way.

So what if there isn't a point to the universe. It's all one big coincidence. Everything out there exists by complete coincidence. And it doesn't matter because there's nothing out there to appreciate it anyway. It's just rocks flying through nothing, with the odd blazing fire in the way. And if this coincidence hadn't happened, coincidences wouldn't have existed because nothing would have. Not even time. Makes your brain hurt to think that there was the risk of nothing ever existing, and only by pure coincidence does such a thing as pure coincidence exist.

Well, I like that way of defining our existance, anyway.

Chapter Eight

The three were stood on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the void.
"Don't waste time! They'll be here any minute!" Boote yelled. Leigh knew he was right. The troopers were coming for them. Just as they always had been.
"This is our one final chance!" Leigh cried in response. Pete drew his gun.
"I'll try and hold them." He said bluntly, before turning towards the small and mysterious door that had led them to this place in the first place. The wind picked up and Boote gasped.

"I don't believe it!" He screamed above the howling wind. A form was coming together just off from the cliff. The form of Cooper.
"Ha! Told you it would work!" Leigh bellowed victoriously.
"Listen to me. Time is short." Cooper advised. "The school is just the first part of their plan. This runs deeper than us. Deeper than you can know."
"I'm talking to a ghost, Coops, it's pretty deep already." Leigh couldn't resist interjecting some humour.
"That's not even the start. The laws of physics themselves are changing. Before you know it, the entire world will belong to them." Cooper warned.
"How do we stop them?" Boote quickly asked. "What can we do?" Before the ghostly Cooper could reply, Pete screamed from the doorway.
"We have to go! Time is up!" The mysterious door exploded. The troopers poured in from the physics classroom back in Eggbuckland School. It was funny how nobody had looked in that cupboard all this time.
"Where!?" Screamed Leigh.
"Jump!" Pete cried, and the three leapt into blackness.

Us: The Story

I was thinking last night about how different people think. When I first started psychology last year, I thought the best way to get inside everybody's head was to assume they thought like I did. However, I'm clearly wrong, and we all think in our own ways. I think in a very narrative style way. That's why I can write a blog like this, and it still be structured despite the fact it's coming off the top of my head. It's also why I don't like moaning on these like a stereotypical teenager, because I want to avoid conforming. Plus I'm not technically a teenager anymore. Scary.

But I figured it out. I view everything like a story. I've said many times, I'm always expecting the main plot to kick off as well. Something exciting. Of course it never does. But it is quite funny to view us as story figures. You have me, the typical wuss who's complaints and whining put off any skills he has. I'd be a bit like Scrappy Doo really. Nobody ever liked Scrappy. Then we have Holly, who's our typical strong female lead. Cooper, who's the smart one, but at the same time friendly and non-nerdish. He's probably be the main character because he's smart enough to see everything. Baird's the quite irritating one who would pull through doing something heroic in the end. If this was a cop show, he'd be black. Sorry if that sounds racist, but blame movie makers, not me! It's true! We have Boote, the apathitic character who's attempts to sound like he doesn't care doesn't convince any of us, Marc the comic relief computer guy, Pete, the psycho who hides it under his personalities (we all know you're a psychopath really Pete!) and so on. We could be characters in a story.

But the problem is, looking at life like that doesn't work. There is no narrative. We're not going somewhere specific. We're on our own journey. But my brain doesn't like accepting that. It likes to think one day something'll kick off that's adventerous and exciting, just like every story. It's a really bizzarre outlook, because you see events as story plotlines. Like Baird's spouts of depression as the "let's make the audience sympathise with this character" moments, or mine and Cooper's hunt for a chocolate rabbit, the "let's laugh at the randomness of these guys" moment, or our Psychology revision session, the "Aw, they all pull together to work in the end" moment. See? We could be in a story.

Maybe we're just words on a page.

Scary stuff, eh?