The Unknown,

Thirsty he drank, hungry he ate, tired he slept.  None could satisfy.  He craved the feeling of cold water on his tongue and his throat, craved the feeling of his teeth sinking into juicy meat, craved the feeling of waking up from a night's sleep.  These were the three things that any human needed most.

     Steve woke up with the urge to run.  His head was throbbing and his adrenaline high.  As he picked himself up off the hard ground he had a hard time seeing through the fog - through the smoke.  'What happened?' he thought while kneeling over to try to calm down and think clearly.
'A meteor!  There was a meteor!....HAYDEN!' he yelled in his head.

"Hayden!" As it slipped from Steve's mouth he noticed how he could feel it coming out but could not hear him saying it.  In fact, he couldn't hear anything.  He then started to cough with the thick smoke collecting in his lungs.  He decided to run in any direction and hope for the best.  'The police are surely on there way here as the field is likely in ruins,' he thought to himself.  But Steve was confused on how the impact did not wipe out and kill anyone within a few mile radius.  Steve saw the meteor and knew how big it was.  'It couldn't have burned up that quickly in the atmosphere...'  He knew something was wrong.
However,he did not realize what laid ahead of him.  The inevitable danger to come.  The hellish creature blocking his way.

A proxy does not eat, drink, or sleep.  The Operator takes them and makes them first give in mentally - then physically.  It is feed with rage and a wanting to kill; a wanting to serve.  Quickly the soul of the victim is burnt out.  Many do not live to know what it is like after being a proxy.  Emotions and feelings only last so long before they give out.  The mask must come off...but it doesn't mean it's the same person on the inside.

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The Unknown,

We/I cannot tell how many times this cycle was done.  We/I do know that this was the workings to the beginning of an end.  No one will stand for it, especially not...it.  It hides, it crawls, it has seen and it will make its mark - draw its line.  Not even the Operator will dare step over that line.

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This is not the end...not yet.

It would seem that we will see our next player very soon.

An old friend will be there to stop or start the beginning of an End. 

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The Unknown,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRGi5Z0FNXA&feature=youtu.be                     
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The Unknown

It has started its way into his brain as it squirms and searches.  A piece of himself will be removed permanently for safe keeping.

When everything appears to be narrowing in its wake
The World will come silent and rest in its place
Choices will come that he must make
And Remnants found, it will erase

The beasts will lurk closely behind in the midst
Shadows will fall and cover any trace
He will find Death tempting but must Resist
An old friend will come that he must face

An old friend will be there to stop or start the beginning of an End. 

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The Unknown,

     Dreams are real.  Dreams are dangerous.  Dreams can leave you as harmless as an insect or as powerful as a god.  If someone could control dreams, someone could control you.  There are no more lessons to give.  No more advice.  I/We will post form time to time as you may be curious to who I/We am/are.  YOU WILL NEVER KNOW.

The sand has been running and the clock will not give up, as our hope turns to one man in a continuous string.  Errors have broke into this new world, much has been forgotten, but tOwNoE will not stop to let the same mistakes happen again.

Romans 13:11

Besides this you know the time, that the hour has come for you to wake from sleep. For salvation is 
nearer to us now than when we first believed.   ___ ___ ____ _______.

The Unknown

       There is always an origin to a story.  Stories can be simple or hard to follow.  But this story wasn't meant to be told.  It simply wasn't created to be a story and therefor should not be thought of as a story.  The serpent in this story is unclear and vague.  It is one who keeps away from the camera.  But for every serpent there must be a hero.  But this is not a story and there may never be a hero, so don't look for one.

Lesson 7: Life is being alive.  Fighting in life is wanting to stay alive.  Life may be the enemy, to keep you alive only for you to fight to stay alive...but there is no hero, just hope.

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The Unknown

I/We found it.  Did you?  The lessons don't seem to be working as well as I/we hoped.  When life pasts by at the speed of light, it's a bit more difficult to take in the details.  Why should I/we run when I/we can walk?  Why move at all?  I, not we, they're in m╒┬╖├─┴─┴─

Lesson 6: Pay attention, never forget...

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