Post by Mr X on Nov 15, 2006 0:42:51 GMT -5
Hello Yeerks.
I've been debating for some time whether to bother sticking my leg in this very obvious trap, but I've finally decided that I have more to gain by doing so than I do to lose. Death doesn't worry me anymore. I've been diagnosed with myelodysplasia, a rare bone marrow disease. My clock is ticking down, so I've decided that with my remaining time on this earth, I will do whatever I can to fight the Yeerk threat.
Perhaps I should start with the night I first learned that the Earth was being invaded.
I had been working late at my office (I won't tell you what it is, though I no longer work there), and, since my truck had been towed the day before, I was forced to walk to the bus station. It was late, past midnight, and I was walking a few blocks away from the high school. I was passing the mouth of an alleyway, when a badly burnt and obviously hysterical woman came stumbling out. She collapsed to the ground in front of me, sobbing and cradling her leg, which was bleeding pretty badly.
I kneeled down beside her to try and help, but she immediatly began to yell and hit me. She kept screaming, calling me a word I'd never heard, but which I now know only too well. "Yeerk! Yeerk! Yeerk!"
Needless to say, I was profoundly confused. I asked her if she was alright, in my bast talking-to-crazies voice.
That must have gotten through to her, that, or the fact that I obviously didn't know what a yeerk was. Because suddenly, her entire demeanor changed. She stared at me, grabbed my shirt, and spoke in a low growl, every word dripping desperation. "They're coming for me." She said. "The Yeerks are coming for me. They saw me escape. On the horse...HE saw me get away."
When she said that, she shuddered and screwed her eyes shut.
I was completely baffled, and told her I didn't know what she was talking about.
She kept glancing over her shoulder as she told me her story, as fast as possible. The Earth was being invaded by aliens, she said. Parasitic aliens, like thick grey slugs that squeeze into your ear canal and wrap themselves around your brain. They had already infiltrated large parts of society. And that every day, there were more of these "Controllers" as she called them. She had been a member of a yeerk run organization called "The Sharing." She told me that she had been rescued from a place called the Yeerk Pool, where the aliens had to go to feed every three days.
Then she looked at me with the most terrified eyes I've ever seen, and said a name I'll never forget. "Visser Three."
Visser Three was an "Andalite." A different kind of alien. Not a Parasite. Not here to destroy us. Not here at all. But Visser Three had infested one of these Andalites.
She was in the middle of telling me something, something about how the Visser could change, when flashlight beams peirced the darkness of the alleyway. She looked at me in desperation and screamed "Run!"
I heard a shout and gunshots rang out. I ducked down and when I looked up she was gone. I ran from the gunshots and didnt stop till I was sitting in the bus station, trying to process what the hell had just happened.
Ever since that night, weird, weird things have been happening in my town and the surrounding forrests. "Industrial accidents", "Animal attacks", things blowing up, strange stories on the news. Just bizzar things. And at work I began to hear more and more talk of "The Sharing."
I've been investigating the Yeerks ever since. Let me assure you, they ARE real. They ARE here.
But you already know that, don't you?
If this site was anything but a yeerk trap, they would have discovered it and shut it down by now. You think they can't use a computer?
Well, for what it's worth, good luck to anyone out there fighting these bastards. I'll be doing what I can.
Mr. X
I've been debating for some time whether to bother sticking my leg in this very obvious trap, but I've finally decided that I have more to gain by doing so than I do to lose. Death doesn't worry me anymore. I've been diagnosed with myelodysplasia, a rare bone marrow disease. My clock is ticking down, so I've decided that with my remaining time on this earth, I will do whatever I can to fight the Yeerk threat.
Perhaps I should start with the night I first learned that the Earth was being invaded.
I had been working late at my office (I won't tell you what it is, though I no longer work there), and, since my truck had been towed the day before, I was forced to walk to the bus station. It was late, past midnight, and I was walking a few blocks away from the high school. I was passing the mouth of an alleyway, when a badly burnt and obviously hysterical woman came stumbling out. She collapsed to the ground in front of me, sobbing and cradling her leg, which was bleeding pretty badly.
I kneeled down beside her to try and help, but she immediatly began to yell and hit me. She kept screaming, calling me a word I'd never heard, but which I now know only too well. "Yeerk! Yeerk! Yeerk!"
Needless to say, I was profoundly confused. I asked her if she was alright, in my bast talking-to-crazies voice.
That must have gotten through to her, that, or the fact that I obviously didn't know what a yeerk was. Because suddenly, her entire demeanor changed. She stared at me, grabbed my shirt, and spoke in a low growl, every word dripping desperation. "They're coming for me." She said. "The Yeerks are coming for me. They saw me escape. On the horse...HE saw me get away."
When she said that, she shuddered and screwed her eyes shut.
I was completely baffled, and told her I didn't know what she was talking about.
She kept glancing over her shoulder as she told me her story, as fast as possible. The Earth was being invaded by aliens, she said. Parasitic aliens, like thick grey slugs that squeeze into your ear canal and wrap themselves around your brain. They had already infiltrated large parts of society. And that every day, there were more of these "Controllers" as she called them. She had been a member of a yeerk run organization called "The Sharing." She told me that she had been rescued from a place called the Yeerk Pool, where the aliens had to go to feed every three days.
Then she looked at me with the most terrified eyes I've ever seen, and said a name I'll never forget. "Visser Three."
Visser Three was an "Andalite." A different kind of alien. Not a Parasite. Not here to destroy us. Not here at all. But Visser Three had infested one of these Andalites.
She was in the middle of telling me something, something about how the Visser could change, when flashlight beams peirced the darkness of the alleyway. She looked at me in desperation and screamed "Run!"
I heard a shout and gunshots rang out. I ducked down and when I looked up she was gone. I ran from the gunshots and didnt stop till I was sitting in the bus station, trying to process what the hell had just happened.
Ever since that night, weird, weird things have been happening in my town and the surrounding forrests. "Industrial accidents", "Animal attacks", things blowing up, strange stories on the news. Just bizzar things. And at work I began to hear more and more talk of "The Sharing."
I've been investigating the Yeerks ever since. Let me assure you, they ARE real. They ARE here.
But you already know that, don't you?
If this site was anything but a yeerk trap, they would have discovered it and shut it down by now. You think they can't use a computer?
Well, for what it's worth, good luck to anyone out there fighting these bastards. I'll be doing what I can.
Mr. X
