Dear reader,
if you have ever studied greek mithology, you'd probably know that gods can have a really great influence on people's events.
But there's a source greater than the others, called Fate or destiny, against which even the gods have no power. For example, if the destiny of a hero is to die, neither Zeus nor Athena nor any other god could change it. They simply have to let things go as they have to go, as it's written by the destiny, as the oracles say.
But, maybe, in modern adaptations of ancient mythology, things can be
a little different. Maybe.
The war between Greece and the City of Troy was just started and Agamemnon, the head of the greek army, was ready to sail with his navy.
But, before sailing, the oracle said that a virgin should have been sacrified. Agamemnon had committed an injury against Artemis, having killed one of her sacred sags, so the virgin chosen by Fate to be sacrified was Agamemnon's daugher, Iphigenia. If the oracle woudn't have been listened, the storms wouldn't stop and they wouldn't let his ships sail for Troy.
Agamemnon was disperate, but you can't escape from destiny, so after a while he took the terrible decision to call the daughter with a trickery and do what had to be done.
Iphigenia was in her bed sleeping when her mother, Clitemnestra, entered the room full of joy.
"Iphigenia, wake up! Your time is come! A herald has just delivered the message that your future husband is waiting for you near the sea! Your father want to see you married before his departure for Troy, so the marriage will be this morning."
"This morning?!?" said Iphigenia, who didn't expect this sort of message.
"And you haven't heard the best part of the message: you'll marry Achilles!" said Clitemnestra, who was so enthusiast to see the marriage of her first daughter.
Iphigenia was so happy to hear this: Achilles was the strongest man in Greece, a very good husband for her, the princess of Mycenae.
Her old nurse help her to wear her most beautiful white dress and to prepare everything for the event.
But when Iphigenia arrived near the sea with her mother, she saw something strange. The whole army was around her father, who was near an altar. Everything was ready not for a marriage, but for a human sacrifice!
While Clitemnestra, who didn't knew anything about this story before, was taking away from there by a warrior, Agamemnon started to cry: "Forgive me, daughter, it has been a terrible decision for me, but the oracle asked me what wouldn't never be asked to a father: to kill his first daughter."
Iphigenia was paralyzed by fear and she was soon encircled by the army. But suddenly, Apollo heard her crying and decided to help her. He arrived from the sky surrounded by sunlight and started to hit all that glorius warriors with his arrows, which immediatly spread plague.
The seaside was now full of dying men, Iphigenia at first thought it was just a terrible nightmare, but then she realized that she had escaped from the death. Agamemnon wasn't killed by the plague, but he was hit by an arrow and he was on the floor suffering and crying for what had just happened because of him.
Apollo gave an axe to Iphigenia and said to her: "You know how important is war for greek army, if you won't kill your father you'll be in danger for the rest of your life".
Iphigenia couldn't believe at those words, but something strange happened in her mind and she realized that that man, her own father, would have killed her favourite daughter just for a ridicolous war (that's how it seemed to her), he tricked her with a fabolous marriage, he betrayed her.
Full of rage, she took the axe and hit Agamemnon so much times that even his mother woudn't recognize his corpse at the end; then she started to hit the other warriors (it was a useless effort, most of them were dying or were already dead for the plague, but she was crazy for desperation now).
As the oracle said, Agamemnon's navy didn't sail that day, and neither the following days, because he didn't kill his own daughter.
Iphigenia lived protected by Apollo and Artemis in Olympus, while a new army sailed for Troy some days before, without killing any virgin, just a poor goat (but it seems that Artemis doesn't care about goats).
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English is not my mother tongue, please remember this before judging my grammar! :PStar Dust
I found myself, once again, face down in a mess of my own making. My left arm was sore and stiff; Trying to raise my arm was met with what felt like a considerable amount of weight. As if I was trying to lift gallons of water when if anything I felt fragile and like I could float away in this cool Autumn breeze. Gravel was embedded in my now red palms and my glasses broken on the asphalt. I laid in a pool of gasoline that was pouring from my four wheeler, cold to the touch and slipping in and out of consciousness. I had managed to scoot my body down so that my head wouldn’t dangle from the side of the road, but I felt just as hopeless.
I did not think much of survival or life without me in it, instead I caved into a deep sleep over and over - waking up to the realization something had happened. I couldn’t tell you what day it was, where I happened to be, or what I was doing - and there was a comfort in that confusion. What fight I would have normally given was suppressed by a lowered ego and what would turn out to be a bump on the back of my head the size of a football. Soon, I heard the howling and whines of dogs at a nearby house - close enough to imagine knocking on the front door but too far away to walk when your arms won’t support you.
Apparently, the barking had signaled the people that lived there and they found me. I do remember being covered with a blanket, they must have seen my chills - and when an ambulance arrived with a police car. They decided to send me to a hospital farther into the city, knowing the severity of my injuries, but I would not make it there in spirit. No, I was much too tired for the journey and right when I thought I saw my world fading to nothing - I expected a chorus of angels or polaroids from the past to appear as I relive my time on this planet we call Earth. Instead, I awoke in an unfamiliar white bed that looked straight from a sterile hospital but was surrounded by stars and unthinkable flashes of colors.
“I hate that this happened to you.”, said a whisper that felt so close to my ear. I moved my arm that once was fractured, I saw without my glasses, and the feeling of peace was so unfamiliar that I panicked and tore myself from the blankets.
“Who are you? Where am I?”, I asked as my eyes shot in every direction.
“A friend, honestly I am. The world couldn’t fix you and death couldn’t hold you down. You’re a strange case, one of only a few. Unfinished work perhaps, maybe you’re too stubborn. Either way, you’re in the inbetween.”
Afraid to fully leave bed, not knowing if I was going to float or sink, I ran my fingers through constellations as if they were nothing but sand.
“Don’t be doing that! What you do here, affects everything for them down there. One star misplacement and suddenly their history changes itself, and they are not used to change, my dear.”
“What? I- I have the ability to change events? Like t-time travel?”, I stuttered.
“Essentially - imagine the world as a large story, already written and well known. To us, it’s more like alphabet soup - fluid and easily changed. Some of us mess with it out of spite or for entertainment - some of us are far more careful.”
Suddenly a blinding bright light appears and transforms into a man with long salt and pepper colored hair and he holds a tall staff that looks like a thin tube with galaxies encased inside of it, topped with a smaller ray of light that flickers like a candle. I rub my eyes in disbelief, thinking any moment I will wake up from this strange dream.
“This is yours, we all have one - think of it as a walking cane to help you navigate your new existence here. It’ll help you while you master your ability to manifest as light and be able to travel across space easier. The longer you’re here, the less you’ll need it and eventually you won’t need to be light at all to get around.”, he says as he throws the item onto my lap.
As soon as I take hold of the staff, I start to hover. I feel like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time. When I find myself stable, I look up to find a grin on his face.
“It won’t be easy, as you can see - it’ll take practice. Just don’t wander too far for now, you can meet the others near the northern star once you find your footing - don’t rush. I’ll be near you, watching to see your progress and in case you need me. Think of me as a friendly guide. Everyone’s journey starts like this here, once you’re northbound - you’ll see it’s not so bad.”
“I can barely keep myself from being a lackluster meteor shower, and you’re saying it’s not so bad? It’s bad! I just want to wake up, help me wake up.”, I felt my lip quiver and my voice crack.
“Here’s a thought, maybe you should have died. What ties you to what’s below? Meditate on that for a moment. You can’t move forward without addressing the past.”
“I-I you know what? I don’t need your sass, starboy. This is quite literally the weirdest thing to ever happen to me, you have to understand why I’m not adjusting as quickly as you want.”
“As quickly as I want? I told you to take your time. You’re free from restrictions, and you’re still in a hurry.”
My anger starts to affect my levitation, and I gasp before taking a deep breath. Running my hands through my hair with pure agitation, I find myself stress laughing.
“Maybe I do have some stuff to work through, you have me there. But why should I be focusing on what’s over? I have a whole new mountain to climb, I’m already behind everyone else. You expect me to adjust - I can’t.”
“Because you’re not going to take a step forward if you don’t. How do you cross a mountain when you learned nothing from the last one? This isn’t a race, nothing on Earth was and nothing is here. That’s an expectation you hold onto yourself to heal and persevere without any effort. You understand that’s a delusion?”
In time, he left me alone to do just what he said - meditate. I thought of my family below mourning someone they didn’t truly appreciate in life. I thought of my job and how quickly I’ll be replaced. I thought of my cat, Nugget, who expected me to feed him again even when he already ate. I thought of a boy I loved just an hour ago and knowing he and I will never be able to nurture possible feelings. I thought of songs I’ll never listen to, movies I’ll never watch. It hurt to the point my chest felt like it was caving in and my stomach was full of vultures tearing away at me.
Time moves quickly when you dwell on things, I watched as the moon and sun rotated to change shifts. Sometimes in anger, I’d flick stars like they were nothing but pesky flies and other times in pain I’d apologize. The more I reflected, the more I knew where I went wrong and what went right. What friends were snakes or what ones took venom for me. Chances I didn’t take, the plentiful mistakes I made. Each thought was being tended to, memories and missed opportunities were slowly being accepted. Each day I moved farther from my bed and trusted myself not to fall.
On the day I reached the northern star, I felt myself become nothing but light and shoot downward to find myself at rest in a hospital bed attached to tubes and wires. My eyes fluttered awake as I met the boy I had loved, the family I had resented, and the feeling of pain I had somehow missed. My body was fragile again and sore, but I knew that was part of the healing process. If I can do it once, I can do it again. Better yet, it was all because of a friend.
I read the first part and was like: Yes.Dear reader,
if you have ever studied greek mithology, you'd probably know that gods can have a really great influence on people's events.
But there's a source greater than the others, called Fate or destiny, against which even the gods have no power. For example, if the destiny of a hero is to die, neither Zeus nor Athena nor any other god could change it. They simply have to let things go as they have to go, as it's written by the destiny, as the oracles say.
But, maybe, in modern adaptations of ancient mythology, things can be a little different. Maybe.
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Life in the wasteland
The one thing they don’t tell you about near death experiences is nightmares. They never tell you about that feeling that settles into your chest as your mind tells you you’re in your final moments. The utter defeat you feel, knowing nothing can change your fate. You feel anything but at rest, but you know there’s nothing you can do to stop it. But you don’t die, you live. Still, you’ll have dreams about it and will have to replay those feelings going through your mind. Maybe in your dreams you’ll nearly die a different way, maybe not. Either way, you wake up in a cold sweat with your heart racing, having only yourself around to talk you down.
Jean had those dreams a lot.
He’d been in his car, driving home to his girlfriend when the aftershocks of the bomb broke his windows and rolled his car over. His car’s radio hadn’t been working so he never got news of what was happening. He hadn’t seen the impact, all he knew was that everyone was driving like a maniac, it was hectic.
This was the day after his first shift at work. He’d just become a pharmacy technician. He’d graduated just a little before that and was damn proud of his accomplishment. He lived with his partner of a little over a year, whom he loved dearly. In fact, he was planning to propose to her.
When his car rolled over, he was able to crawl out of it, but slowly felt the light drain from his vision. He didn’t die, just was rendered unconscious. You’d think after something like that, he’d be wide awake. His body, however, was unsure how to process it all.
And that’s how his world ended.
Finally, when he woke up, he had a migraine and bruises from his seatbelt. His body ached, and he really wasn’t sure what to make of things. He was able to limp to his house, only to find his beloved gone. Not dead, just gone. Maybe she evacuated, maybe she died. He never was able to find out but always hoped it was the prior.
There seemed to be nobody around. His neighbors wouldn’t answer the doors, no matter how desperately he knocked. Their cars were gone and their lights were off. For some time, he holed up in his house, eating all the canned goods he had. Maybe this was something that would blow over. Maybe his girlfriend would come back. Maybe the neighbors would answer when he knocked.
Jean’s next stage was breaking into his neighbor’s homes. Well, was it really breaking and entering? They weren’t there, after all. Running short on food, he’d take whatever they’d been stocked with and would make mental notes to repay them when they returned. But they never did.
The man lived in denial for the longest time, even after he’d been able to piece together what happened.
The third stage he went through was drinking. The booze he had made his mind fuzzy. When he drank, he forgot he was alone. The world hadn’t crumbled away and his partner was on her way home. He’d drink, sleep, then wake up and drink again. This went on for over a year, to which point there was no more alcohol to be found in his neighborhood. Finally, he had to explore the rest of his town which was just as empty as he’d feared it might be. He spent some time living in the nearest Costco, which seemed to have all the necessities he needed— and booze to spare.
He wasn’t sure when the ghoulification started. Whether it started a few months into his isolation or a few weeks. All he knew was his skin seemed to begin to melt and droop and his nose started to fall off. He turned into a monster, both inside and out.
One year turned to two turned to a decade. He spent a long time simply thriving in his small town until finally, all the food seemed to be gone. He knew he had to go somewhere to do Something about it all. So he went to the neighboring town.
It was quite the surprise when he found a family that had taken refuge in the Walmart out far. At first they feared him, terrified by his appearance. Some company was better than none, however. They learned to respect each other and together both he and the family thrived. Jean even sobered up, a feat in itself.
The worst part of being a ghoul was seeing people die around him. Not just of wasteland accidents, but due to age. After he saw the final generation of the family greying and begin to have trouble foraging with him, he simply left.
Jean would come to find descendants of survivors here and there. Occasionally, he’d come across another ghoul, however they didn’t have any conscience that he knew of, they would just blankly stare into space, occasionally twitching like a rabid animal.
It wasn’t until about a century after the war he met another ghoul. Her name was Anne. At this point, Jean found a small settlement of people attempting to rebuild the wastes, and they happily took him in in exchange for labor.
Anne and Jean bonded over their seemingly immortal status. Anne taught Jean the word ‘ghoul,’ and explained everything she knew about their condition. She made him feel like less of a monster, and more like a human. The two even had a brief romance, though that was cut short when Anne slowly turned feral, she would no longer respond to him after a while, and sometimes even attacked him. He had to put her out of her misery, that brought a new fear in Jean; one day he might become feral and lose all of his humanity.
More and more people began to spring up in the wastes. There came to be factions, teams of people vying to create a new system for everyone to come together under. At first, Jean was invested in supporting different factions. After a few decades, it stopped seeming worthwhile. There was no change, never.
Often, Jean would lament over the loss of his world. He’d mourn those he loved. He’d mourn his home, he’d mourn all and everything he’d had. He’d mope about himself, wishing he had died instead of becoming a monster, an immortal monster.
Jean never really settled down. He’d float from one town to the next selling whatever he could, like bottles and the least irradiated food he could savenge. He found himself in Bravo more often than not. It was a town between Nevada and California, or what remained of the states. They had a small bar that drew in quite the crowd. Thanks to its prime location, many travelers would stop there. Jean saw most of his sales happen at places like this, people who stayed there often had no place to go, as the owner let people stay in for very cheap, though they had to get their own food and clothes, and everything inbetween. Jean would sell his things for a bargain, and because of that he became well known in the area.
It had been a long time since the bombs dropped, a long time since his world was shattered. And yet, Jean would still have the dreams. He’d had guns pointed at him, been beaten, stabbed, and choked by wastelanders. Yet the dreams always took place back then, when he was in his car.
What is Ximbo land ?
The Internet republic of Ximbo lands is the worlds first Internet republic.
What is its mission?
To unite the world.
Where is MissBimbo.com? Miss Bimbo was much better than this site.
The Internet republic of Ximbo land was created by Miss Bimbo herself and is its more
intelligent successor. The old site was for junior bimbos. This site is for intelligent Ximbos.
What is the national flag of Ximbo land?
When was the Internet republic of Ximbo land
founded
2007
What is the capital city of the Internet republic of
Ximbo land?
Bimbo City
How many states make up the internet republic of
Ximbo land?
There are 6 states that make up the internet republic of Ximbo lands. They are
Atheistia, Freethinkerland, Reasonopia, Agnostica, Secville, and Antitheocra. Bimbo City is the neutral administrative
capital and is its own city zone. Boob Island is the home of the President of the Internet republic of Ximbo land
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How can I become a Ximbo citizen?
In order to become a citizen of Ximboland you must first pass the Ximbolands citizens
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Who is the Prime Ximbo?
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Where does the Prime Ximbo live?
The Prime Ximbo lives in the Pink House for the 4 month term they are in office.
I want to become Prime Ximbo. How do I do
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What's the national colour of Ximbo land?
Pink
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Anyone over the age of 18 are welcome to become a Ximbo citizen.
When are the national holidays of Ximbo
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Jan 1st New years day
Feb 12th Darwin day
Feb 14th Lovers day
March 8th Womens day
March 21st Spring solstice
April 13th The Hitchslap Day (Christopher Hitchens birthday)
May 3rd National day of reason
June 21st World Humanist Day
Aug 2nd The Internet republic of Ximbo land national day
Sep 21st Peace one day
Dec 25th Newtons birthday
What is the currency of Ximbo land?
The Ximbo Dollar (B$). Currently it is pegged in value to the US$
Who is the President of Ximbo land?
Miss Bimbo is the president of Ximbo land. She founded the bimbo nation in 2007 after
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