Part one...wow that's original.  My chess club will be impressed. 

 

All right...I am kinda freaking out because the boss has never asked me to do anything but fix the soul computer or work in the server room in order to maintain the ability to transport  Soulers to the dimension.....and now...I am being asked to chronicle 
"Souler" journeys!!!  Aaaaahhh!  I do say this with an inner smile because I am the one guy who actually understands the beauty of technology and it's usefullness.  I am happy the boss sees this.  Okay, sorry, you don't know the boss or the Soulers or.....breathe Steve....breathe.

 

Let us start with me.  I am computer hacker and journalist.  I love MMO and would love to spend my life playing WOW and the new WARHAMMER looks great too.  I am single...currently looking ...and I live in a "closed" down library with many other "Soulers"  My soul is made up of shyness and listening and truth.  It breathes Sherlock Holmes and innocence.  I configure strategies and poetry, love and life, pain and suffering.  Enough about me at the moment...more later.

 

The Soul dimension (SD) is the area where the soul lives.  The area where choices are made and played out. Where the soul breathes and dies.  Where the soul is rewarded and tortured.  This area is parallel to the earth dimension (ED) and directly affects everything.  Torture a soul in the SD and the pain will be reflected in the ED.  Depending on the skill of the Souler is the reflection.  

 

I'll sometimes be able to write as a blogger and sometimes as an objective observer....we'll see.

 

I first found my Souler ability one day as I was pulling up to a Wendy's Drive-through and the people in front of me emptied their overflowing cancer holder of an ashtray onto the pavement and looked back at me and laughed.  My grandparents both died from cancer and I was just getting over a funeral I could not even attend.  I was livid.  Beyond disgusted. 

 

Then....

 

everything got blurry and I was walking towards the car....I grabbed the gentleman from inside the car and pulled his tongue out til it was 3 feet long and dripping in sweat and blood....he was screaming.....

 

Surprised at what was going on I loooked behind me at my car as I got scared and saw me....sitting in the car, almost as if on pause.  I smiled and took his tongue and wiped it on the disgarded cigarettes and sat him back in the car.  "SNAP".  I was back in my car and I was watching the people in front of me and....he was coughing...the cigaretetes were all in his mouth and the Wendy's Cashier said,

 

"Here's your #5 meal sir" and she started laughing.  He drove off trying to scream but the cigarette butts kept it sounding like a bunch of garbling.  Too bad...I'm sure it was really intelligent and important. ;-)

 

I smiled and drove up to get my meal with an already satisfied look on my face.

 

Well that's a bit about me.  The homebase rundown library, the boss, the Dark Karmics and the so-called hero of our "Soulers" (who has not shown up yet) will be later. 

 

Right now I've got to help transport St. Johnny.  Long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, a black hoody covering half his face....man....his Soul is pain, pain, and more pain......but never kills.  He takes on the worst of the worst.  I'll tell you about this journey later.

 

Stephen St. Mike OFF