B.A.Z. Prologue


Benaiah Atsuko Zhen
Judge

I don't know if I am CURSED or BLESSED one like me has never been, I am god in every sense of the word. I have been gifted with being born a natural LYCAN & VAMP yet I break every rule of the narration you hear about the creatures. I am the master omega Alpha KING of both sides because I was the showtime. My talent and ability allow me to REGENERATE or { regen as I call it ), Shapechange into any fauna razzing or mammal, sacrifice someone the swearword I have been born with yet I can take whether they are vamps or lycans and whether they can perish on the curse, then I can create smaller rendering of me not with all my abilities but a vamper-lycan, I can exchange into a vaporous gas or smoking, I can call animals from the wild to come and help me for any length of meter they can hold out but they usually don't, from one taste of anything I can get its history sadly I can't do that to myself up until the second I tasted its perfume, I can sense when others of noble-minded ability is in my kingdom of existence before they are anywhere near me and not bang who that someone is till I see them, in my woodlet I can see into unity future the way that they can take the decisions that can be made to convert those paths yet is only happens at my grove it is not strong at first gear but as u change of location closer to me the clearer it becomes, I can dominate animal with a gaze or a look deep into their center and they will do my bidding for as long as I desire or until the turn a loss their usefulness and I let them go or pour down them, my dark is not my darkness any foresightful yet it is- it has a name Kensutu and he tells me he is the Jehovah of martial artistic production and he is an ever seeking noesis spirit that is like my conscience in a way- me personally I can not physically defy my own in a hand to script post I depend on my speed enduringness and cunning-Kensutu when he chooses can jump off into my body and it's a unanimous unlike scenario.
My regen is something special it is what makes me immortal, pattern wounding stand no chance the just heal right up within irregular. If I am killed that's where matter get a little more fucked up for the next soul who finds me, you see let's say I'm missing a headspring when that tool gets close enough it will lose its head and for the brief of moment his head will be on my body before it changes back to me but don't blink u could leave out it, it does happen pretty fast so if there are others they won't even notice especially when their nidus is on their companion who has just lost his header. My regen just takes what it needs, the exclusively thing it leaves behind is a burnt aroma next to the victim.
My Sacred woodlet the place where I am at repose, where I am most menial, and where my ability durability addition. This place is called Angkor Wat located in Kingdom of Cambodia, cordinance 13 degree 24'45 '' N 103 degrees 52'0 '' E, built in the twelth century created by Suryavarman II and Jayavarman VII. Angkor Wat was first a Hindu, later a Buddhist Temple complex in Cambodia and the larger religious monument in the world ( until I bought it and made it secret ). Its intent is based on a Dravidian language architecture, with key features such as Jagati, it is designed to be Mount MERU, home plate of the Devas in Hindu Mythology : within a moat and an outer wall 3.6 kilometer ( 2.2miles ) long are 3 rectangular art gallery, each raised above the next. At the nerve centre stands a quincunx of towers. Unlike about Andkorian temple, Angkor Wat is originated to the Benjamin West meaning it is modernized without taking away from its beauty.
I have 33 platoons of lycans who turn into large than normal silverback Gorilla gorilla who have a prickteaser as a platoon scout. Each platoon consists of 60 men and women who have been trained as ninja bravo and the art of guerilla warfare plus 1 for the platoon guide. A unmarried squad consists of 15 men and cleaning lady, these men and fair sex keep the footing and the upkeep of the complex body part. They live their lifetime here with their family and child. They are all loyal to the priming and will protect it and me to the death of them. They are all headmaster of the field of combat that has been showed to them and they pattern every day so that their unconditioned reflex stay sharp, of course there is a line of bidding that I am not mentioning you know cause they have to report to someone before it gets to me it's very standardised to the American war machine social system. You know navy marines air force they have their orbit. I am very well protected in my plantation and its outer linings up to a thousand mile radius.
I have been blessed with great circumstances when I came back from the destruction I don't remember, I was chosen to sustain by my face by a group of unknowns the one and only ultimate transformer, meaning she has no limit to what she can switch into as long as it's mechanical. Her epithet is Roamie. Any form she chooses is ten sentence better than the original, usually she takes the material body of one of those life-size Japanese fuck dolls or one of those terminator auto like in that movie with that one guy, so as to blend in best and make-believe to be my second gear. She also can phase or teleport unawares distances as far as she can see. The size of it of things she can wrench into is limited though yet very interesting indeed, for lesson she could turn into one of those herculean air craft carriers but would only be able to carry one fomite whether that be a tank car a bus a van 4 bike etc. etc. if you get my drift. She is amazing one of my priceless companions. she does have a helplessness won't shoot down her but will incapacitate her where she won't be able to move but still speak kinda like being temporarily paralyzed from the neck down, is an E.M.P. blast and depending on how strong the blast will ascertain how long she is paralyzed. the most passenger she is able to carry depends on the form she takes for representative a minor schoolhouse bus holds what 30 seated rider which could probably triple if there were no rump. I'm just saying. Oh yeah I might add that she is a copycat too, if she sees it she can do it. Like watch a sniper shoot a object at a mile away shed be able to do it at 3 she is a auto of line, and since I don't like grease-gun I make an elision for this one on occasion when it's necessary.

Well now, life does take in its misfortune mine of course is having amnesia from my earlier life I mean I remember some affair but its Thomas More address towards myself than what I have done or what I was going to do what my end were, life throws some very interesting bender balls. So from this compass point that I find myself i will always stay fresh a journal and some of my blood to think of from now on so this isn't to happen again.
Bahlyial Argent for the first time journal entry, first blood stain
The class is, damn I don't know, and I am not surely of who I am entirely, I awoke on a vessel and was told I was pulled aboard and as I was transferred one of their crew fell overboard the closest to me and when he was recovered he was missing an arm, a foot, and his head was caved in like mortal had beat a hole through his grimace, a very odd thing. The first affair I noticed were that these creature were not normal they couldn't even be from the planet. They called me an interesting specimen, how I understood what they were saying is beyond me, even with my doubts of what was happening and the big gaping hole in my retention about myself I knew I had no clue of their voice communication, yet I understood everything they were saying. Out of nowhere something spoke to me CONTROL YOURSELF I knew what he was saying but I was hungry very hungry I killed everything sustenance on that vessel. Then their posed a problem I didn't know where I was and I couldn't ask anyone suit there was no one left to ask. At that instant I vowed when I was able I would never kill like that again.
I searched the whole ship for something that could help me to no avail I was drifting and I knew eventually I would die again if I didn't chassis out how to alleviate myself from my current plight. There was a large crate in the cargo are, well it looked like a crate, but on close-fitting test it was very clear that it wasn't. Then I got this strange vibe like I was being watched. Yet I knew there was no life creature on this watercraft not even a spider. My exquisite mother wit tell me a lot of thing. Yet pinpointing this was posing as a problem. So I forgot about it and continued my examination of this rectangular object there doesn't seem to be any forcible way to get it open looks to be sealed really slopped. fucking noncitizen I say to myself, and I spoke back yet it wasn't me ( no need to be unmannerly after you just mutilated, eat, and got us stuck in boonfucked Egypt, I mean enlighten me, they did pull your dead ass out of the weewee and this is how you repaid them. I mean if you want u can always ask for More help, oh wait u can't, all in tool don't talking back. ) Who said that, I speak aloud ? I know I'm not crazy.
Yet there was no answer, and no one anywhere around and I knew this cause I killed them all. They were no peer for my focal ratio and durability, the raw power of me, yet why do I finger so bad I never did before. I turn into a vaporisation how I instinctively did this, I don't know and went around this box about twenty dollar bill times until I noticed a place where I could ooze in, when I got inside I was amazed, it looked like a cockpit of a very sophisticated intelligents, I mean there aero dynamic is veridical fucked up but what do I know I solidified myself and sit in the only seat in the thing and feel for some character of communication device or something that could increase my chances of finding out where I am or figuring out how to impart and survive cause dying is not fun at all u miss all kinds of things how did I know that. These things are all unknown to me there was no such thing as under piss travel but I am under weewee lawsuit I can smell it. Anyway I couldn't figure out how to rick anything on and so I drifted, I hungered, for how long I don't know and all I could think about was food, kitty-cat, and end. The fucking ocean is a vast torso of piddle and this vessel is far from the surface I can find the weight of it, to just abandon this craft or whatever it is without a plan is not an option, I'm not self-destructive.
I kept visiting that strange box and pressing all the buttons, switches, panels or whatever I could see or think that would give me something anything, and repeating the process to no avail. one day or Nox or month, whatever I couldn't tell here we were under water and I never learned movement I didn't know these matter existed ( isn't that something, you speak the Truth with no childish view behind it, genuine frustration, HA ! ) as I heard this I was beginning to feel weird, this voice and I had been having these one sided convos and I had been doing most of the talking but this Wyrd is different this is that I'm about to pass out from starvation drying up, I think oh poop as I fall forward hitting my head on that damned box I kept visiting.
When I awoke I was lying on a bed with an IV in my arm and doohickey going off blare this and beep that. Now how did I get here, and I'm lost all over again. I can tell I'm still on the vas but this is an area I had never been to and didn't know it had. There is still no sense of lifetime but I had to get here somehow. In walks this Asian woman but I know she's not real she looks rattling to the middle but she is not real. Who or what are you, I ask. I am Roamie, I will carry through you so u can save us. What year is it I ask her, she says its 1342. As time passes Kensutu speaks to me ( you need to think you have the answer to this problem we are currently in and only you can compute it out all the information is in your brain you need to tap into that immense stock of information you collected from those beings and get the answers we seek…….
Present day 2092 ... ... ... ... .... I awake from the dream of when I and Roamie first met. thing are so different now, im not certainly who my enemies are from my past or who all I have pissed off things should be really worry .
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