I'll update this random thing when i want. It's about my OC i have on my blog and it'll talk about another one later. And I'm also listening to IHE while writing which gives me the inspiration of life cause good shit. Also to Reading Rainbow: Yes BN is cancelled for now, so is all my other stories. So all of this shit you'll be reading? It's my original work and ideas. Yay?

March 28th, 2046. The research on Subject 5072 have started. She is now being isolated in quarantine. Only specialists and the scientist from Class 5 can visit her cell. In any case of panic from her;

Cancel her.

August 20th, 2031

It was a quiet day in Paige's neighborhood. She was playing around with kids from the playground while her parents watched over her. Soon after, men in black attires and weapons arrived at their house. Her parents knew what was coming. So they did not fight and thus she was sealed away.

March 27th, 2046

They had found it. They had found everything. The End Force. Universal Ragnarok. Paige Dyron, now twenty years old, was a ticking bomb for humanity. Her caretaker were aware of her temper. The mood swings from her teenage years had been the hardest, but an isolation room and some pills had fixed it. The pressure was always high around her nowadays, even with Paige learning to be extremely calm. Since her childhood, she was taught to be calm and collected. Everyone had doubts about what she was, but since the beginning, signs were shown. When she began to throw a fit, people would soon realize some catastrophes would appear. Some thunderstorms or anything Mother Nature would throw at Earth's population to eliminate them. And so, Morrison Mental Industries were responsible for all lives on Earth.

First Entry

Month Of April

Today, they decided to inject me some soporifics to calm me down again. I usually got those once a week, but they have started to inject them everyday. When I asked them why, they did not answer. My room now looked boring. When I was little, I had some bear posters and cute pink plushs. Nowadays, my room has a small window on the bigger wall and the wall are white. Everything is white, including my bed sheets, my pillows, my shelves. I have some clothes stocked, but they are all dull. The only thing my caretakers let me do is singing and playing some guitar every once and then. Apart from that, my life is filled with needles and tests, usually mental ones. Once, a doctor had angered me with the tests and all of them panicked. They kept running around and instantly, dozens of nurses came to me to calm me down. I never knew why, but they shouted something about tornados. I am not sure why, but the people here like to talk about natural disasters around me. They are strange. Apparently I am too, according to some guests I have seen.

"Paige?"

I looked up from my notepad and looked at Ms. Jones, my favorite caretaker. She looked out the window and cringed. I looked outside as well, and saw it was raining very hard. Ms. Jones took me out of my room for the needles again. This was the only interesting thing that happened in March.

Um? Yeah im not sure if i was clear, you can search up for "Apocalyptic Force Manipulation" for some more infos on the subject. I hope you enjoy this? I enjoyed writing (which is like,,,wowowo) so I hope you enjoyed reading