First Entry

[megafire.livejournal.com]

I guess all of this weird stuff started a few years ago. News had reached us, of course, well, if you could call it news. Rumours were rumours, after all, and by then I wasn’t aware that the most insane ones tended to be true.

Having spent the last couple of years as a cynic, I wasn’t all too quick on buying into this, although my wide variety of on-line friends was starting to get me worried even then. I chose not to believe it. It seemed to be a reasonable approach.

It turned out not to be, and when reality strikes back, it strikes back hard. This meant that, while I was writing for one of my way too many writing-projects, I heard a shocked yell from downstairs. I recognised it as my mother’s, it was alike to her seeing a large spider (which, unfortunately for her, wasn’t even nearly as uncommon as she would like).

After my brother had, apparently, killed it, I was called downstairs. What I saw lying on the ground was not what I had expected. Yeah, sure, it was black, but that’s where the common similarities with a spider ended. It had yellow eyes, or whatever had to go through for eyes, and it was of a somewhat humanoid shape.

Reality is a bitch.

Greetings

[sharagran.livejournal.com]

Hello there, new guy reporting in.
I vaguely remember shit hitting the fan a few years ago, but my memory is cloudy on the subject, so until now I had always brushed it off as a bad dream.
We never heard much about the Heartless and the Refugees here in the lowlands, apparently our government proved to be very efficient at keeping this information away from the people. Guess they didn’t want to get involved with such things.
It meant life for me continued like normal, until I found leaked footage of several seemingly unreal events on Youtube. At first I brushed this off as a bad joke as well, but then I saw the separate World Refugees section at fanfiction.net. What I found inside wasn’t pretty. All of this however, still wasn’t quite as convincing as what happened to me last night.
A Heartless, of the Shadow kind, was creeping through my garden. I believe it was after one of my cats, so it tasted my shovel.
Well, I now realize things are far more serious than I had expected, so I’ll be glad to lend you my services.