Radio Noer
The Devourer
Chapter 1: Stonewall Jackson, the Forsaken One
I have grown tired, oh so tired with this life of mine, yet I seem cursed to live it yet longer. Jackson's pen scratched on the paper. I wish only for eternal slumber at this point and fear I may not get it. Before my death though, I feel urged to write down my story, lest it be forgotten. May God be kind in his judgement of me.
It was so long ago that I had first gone out on my own, just me and a small group of settlers willing to try and make something out of the terrain that had long supported our nomadic ancestors. We wandered for many years, trying to find the perfect spot to sustain or civilization. We did not find the perfect spot, far from it in fact. However, the spot would have to do. We found to our west pigs and the southern border of our settlement was marked by a river. It was idyllic enough, yet the surrounding area seemed subpar after exploring some more. Had we only know ahead of time, we would have walked farther, but that was not in our minds or written on the soles of our aching feet. Jackson scratched his head and bit the end of his pen. In any case, we settled on that spot and founded the city of Richmond, named after our former leader, who had previously died of a lung disease.
Jackson sipped some water and paced the room a bit, trying to recall what had happened so long ago.
Then, I believe I tasked my people with devising tools to dig into the hills around us. They did this in short order, and I smiled proudly upon them, whom I regarded as family. Then, I tasked them to tame the wild boars to the west. My people happily complied and soon the boars had lost their tusks and became docile creatures.
Jackson slapped his head, he had forgotten to explain how he had come to call the shots.
My leadership in this community seemed to always exist, I had founded the settling party and hired protection for us. From the beginning I had some measure on influence. There was, however, a power struggle within our group. It was me versus Robert E. Lee, a fantastic general, yet I was able to use the fear of God to coerce the people to obey me over Lee. After that, there was no issue over succession, as it seemed as though I was blessed with immortality and invulnerability. I now realize this was not a blessing, but a curse. Why has God forsaken me? Only he knows, I have done nothing against him, yet he curses me with immortality and fails to provide a reason why. Perhaps he is dead or has simply forgotten, but I do hope that he realize that my life should have ended long ago.
Jackson's temper flared the reminder of his curse. He threw the journal against the wall, scattering many loose pages in the process. Jackson picked the pages up again and smoothed them out, then continued writing.
In any case, I had then tasked my people with building a large monument to me, yet they could not move the materials with simple sleds. My greatest engineers talked and developed the wheel, the monument was built. I look upon it as one of my vainest moments, and now is certainly one of my least proud moments, as it was a precursor to my usage of labor in the future.
Jackson put the pen down. He couldn't concentrate for too long anymore these days on account of his old age. He turned off the lights and went to bed, forgetting nearly everything he had written in the process. He had dreams that night of dying and going to heaven. However, when he arrived nobody was there, it was deserted and silent.
"God, where are you? Why have you forsaken me?"
Jackson we greeted with only silence.
Spoiler :
I have grown tired, oh so tired with this life of mine, yet I seem cursed to live it yet longer. Jackson's pen scratched on the paper. I wish only for eternal slumber at this point and fear I may not get it. Before my death though, I feel urged to write down my story, lest it be forgotten. May God be kind in his judgement of me.
It was so long ago that I had first gone out on my own, just me and a small group of settlers willing to try and make something out of the terrain that had long supported our nomadic ancestors. We wandered for many years, trying to find the perfect spot to sustain or civilization. We did not find the perfect spot, far from it in fact. However, the spot would have to do. We found to our west pigs and the southern border of our settlement was marked by a river. It was idyllic enough, yet the surrounding area seemed subpar after exploring some more. Had we only know ahead of time, we would have walked farther, but that was not in our minds or written on the soles of our aching feet. Jackson scratched his head and bit the end of his pen. In any case, we settled on that spot and founded the city of Richmond, named after our former leader, who had previously died of a lung disease.
Spoiler :
Jackson sipped some water and paced the room a bit, trying to recall what had happened so long ago.
Then, I believe I tasked my people with devising tools to dig into the hills around us. They did this in short order, and I smiled proudly upon them, whom I regarded as family. Then, I tasked them to tame the wild boars to the west. My people happily complied and soon the boars had lost their tusks and became docile creatures.
Spoiler :
Jackson slapped his head, he had forgotten to explain how he had come to call the shots.
My leadership in this community seemed to always exist, I had founded the settling party and hired protection for us. From the beginning I had some measure on influence. There was, however, a power struggle within our group. It was me versus Robert E. Lee, a fantastic general, yet I was able to use the fear of God to coerce the people to obey me over Lee. After that, there was no issue over succession, as it seemed as though I was blessed with immortality and invulnerability. I now realize this was not a blessing, but a curse. Why has God forsaken me? Only he knows, I have done nothing against him, yet he curses me with immortality and fails to provide a reason why. Perhaps he is dead or has simply forgotten, but I do hope that he realize that my life should have ended long ago.
Jackson's temper flared the reminder of his curse. He threw the journal against the wall, scattering many loose pages in the process. Jackson picked the pages up again and smoothed them out, then continued writing.
In any case, I had then tasked my people with building a large monument to me, yet they could not move the materials with simple sleds. My greatest engineers talked and developed the wheel, the monument was built. I look upon it as one of my vainest moments, and now is certainly one of my least proud moments, as it was a precursor to my usage of labor in the future.
Spoiler :
Jackson put the pen down. He couldn't concentrate for too long anymore these days on account of his old age. He turned off the lights and went to bed, forgetting nearly everything he had written in the process. He had dreams that night of dying and going to heaven. However, when he arrived nobody was there, it was deserted and silent.
"God, where are you? Why have you forsaken me?"
Jackson we greeted with only silence.