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From 8,259,679,760 power systems, I got Tower Defence.

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Everyone in the world got unique power systems because of uhh something something ether something something states of matter. I don’t really care much about that, all I know is this damn hole in my front yard won’t stop spewing out monsters! Author Note: This is a Joke story, I’m writing this to refine my writing skills before I release my planned novel. I’m not expecting much from this story so you probably shouldn’t either. FAQ: Q1: How many chapters will this story go on for? A1: No clue, limited planning was done before I started writing so I do not know at what chapter will the story be concluded. I’ll keep writing until I’ve reached a satisfactory level of skill and discipline to start writing my planned novel. Q2: What’s with the structure of this story? The first chapter went from Journal then suddenly dialogues in a first person POV. Why is it so inconsistent? A2: I have limited writing experience so this story will serve as a way for me to experiment with my style and structure of the story. Very often will there be abrupt changes in structure, even more so in the first few chapters. If it negatively effects your reading experience, I sincerely apologise.
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Chapter 1 - The Great Grand Super Duper Strongy Wongy Tower Defence Game

Hey!

I'm Jean D. Choppafella. You dont need to know much about me but get this, last knight something crazy happened. This hole about a meter in diameter showed up out of nowhere on my 20 acre yard.

I couldn't judge how deep it went nor how it was dug, like you gotta see this to believe how unreal it looks. It's perfectly circular and the inside is made of clay so smooth I can see my reflection on it!

Something that precise doesn't seem like a landslide or an underground pocket collapsing, it had to be man made I'm telling you!

I'll dig more on this matter (pun intended) and write again!

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It's the next day, the hole is still there, ofcourse it is. It would be stranger if it just disappeared overnight. Anyways I'm calling in a professional, a geologist, a friend of my late father. His ranch isn't too far so he should arrive by tommorow.

I also did some of my own research and… there are no previous reports on this phenomenon ever. Infact all I got were conspiracy theories about 1 meter thick pillars appearing in random parts of the world… yea I closed the tab soon after, I don't want my video recommendations to be clogged with conspiracy channels.

Additionally I also personally checked the housekeeping staff dorms and the tool shed to check for any thing they could have dug the hole with.

The only thing suitable to digging was the manure shovel at the stable hand's shed. It was far too small and rugged to be able to dig a hole that deep and precise.

I'll go to sleep now and check in with the geologist tommorow

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Couldn't investigate much today, the weekend is over and so I was stuck on a digital meeting the whole day.

I saw a roach in my room today, was sure to scold the maids about it. They killed it and sweeped it away, not fast enough.

The geologist did arrive today! At 9pm too, the old fool got lost on his way here. During the welcome greetings he reminded me his name; Mr Stewie Plates. He had he attire of a handyman, loose and airy likely meant for work in the sun, apparently it's all he ever wore in his ranch too.

His boots were also muddy… how? All paths in my estate are cobbled.

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Day 4

Mr Plates went to investigate right at sunrise. Apparently he doesn't like to be bothered, he shoo'd me away when I questioned about the hole. Is he always so miserable when working? Or maybe it's something about this hole in particular that demanded he have such a tense expression?

Well I'll leave him to his tools.

Today was yet again busy with work, I spent the whole day huddled in my room. Work is not easy when you're at my level, it's no longer about assignments or micromanaging everything instead it's convincing the shareholders that every that every bumscratch an employee makes somehow makes more profit for them. It's tough work really.

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Day 5

Roaches, Roaches and more ROACHES!!

Why are there so many god damn roaches in my room! I spotted 3 of those pests crawling around at the same time! Are the maids daft?! If this keeps up the maids will find out how deep the hole is.

Right about the hole, Mr Plates has been examining the hole for the past 2 days. I don't think he has gotten any sleep, he has been muttering some nonsense to himself for hours while scurrying around the yard. I think I should check up on him soon.

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Today's meeting was cut short so I found myself leisurely roaming around. I first visted the stables then rode upon my steed Man Of Bounty.

We first visted the flower garden, since it was the off season the garden was rather bare, still I enjoyed the view. Bouty had a fun time poking around the hedges. We had to leave on the gardener's request after Bounty had a nibble of bush.

Then we went off to the orchard, I had some fruit wine while Bounty had a fruit platter. He didn't seem in the mood to be ridden after a meal so our fun adventure ended and I walked back to my residence.

On the way there I was reminded about the hole when I saw Mr Plates lying on the grass near it. So I approached him.

"Mr Plates, are you awake?" I asked standing over him

"Ah yes, forgive me for laying on your lawn Miss Jean. You see I was…"

Interrupting his excuses I spoke.

"Let that be, I'm sure you have been working hard. Have you found out how this hole formed in my yard?"

"About that, you see, I…" Mr Plates exhaled "I'm sorry but I haven't got the slightest clue"

"I ran various tests and they have the strangest results. There weren't any similar situations from the past which I could rely on either."

Mr Plates showed a clump of dirt held within a sealed plastic container.

"For example see this, I took this specimen from the walls of the hole. Clearly it looks like earthen soil right?"

I nodded

"And it is! It has all the components of earthen soil; the mulch, organic matter, gravel, insects and microbes. But the way that it is, it's just not natural. I've made a culture from this soil here and what grew were microbes from all over the world, 98% of the microbes aren't native to this continent. Heck so many of the cultures that grew here are only found deep in the ocean, how could they have ever reached, let alone survive in this soil which is most unlike their suited environments!!"

Mr Plates took a moment to catch his breath.

"I'm most sorry for my outburst Miss Jean, but this … this is far to unconventional. The soil proportions too are very concerning, 70% of the soil is mineral iron, neither the strange microbes nor the grass on the soil should be able to survive in this soil."

"The soil is also far too moist and airy to maintain the shape that it has and neither the strange concentration of metals or the high moistures explains how the hole walls maintain such uniform smoothness throughout or why this soil has the same texture as the other normal soil in your yard."

After Mr Plates finished, I asked

"So what you are trying to say is, that the hole isn't normal?"

Mr Plates nodded No.

" What I'm trying to say is that this is most certainly not natural, far too complex to be manmade, what you have here Miss Jean is an Alien Hole."

I nodded, I knew the hole was strange but not so much.

Mr Plates asked " Are you religious, Miss Jean?"

I nodded no.

" I'm not either. In my 73 years of life, I've always been a man of science."

"But"

"After what I've seen within these past 2 days, I might consider the notion of a creator now. I suggest you do the same, you'll need the god's favour to protect yourself from whatever deviants come out of this… this terrible alien hole."

"Wait, there are things coming out of this hole?" I asked

"Yea, this morning about a 100 roaches crawled out of it." He replied

"Oh."