this world and the afterlife, is a place called Xanu, the creatures of Xanu are much like us except, for their thirst to be apart of either world, but being shunned by both.
One day a Xannuite boy finds a worm hole leading to our world, he shares it with the others and soon all the Xanuites have came into our realm.

Looking like us, they fit in. all except for their hidden powers, it seems they can be God or Devil with all powers in tow, that's why God had them banished from Heaven, and the destroyer from hell.

they mingle with our people Men & women alike, pretending to be human and impregnating both with a Xanu seed, the seed grows into a egg wich morphs into a xanu/ human hybrid child.

All over the world mankind suddenly gives birth to a new race of giants that slaughter all that's in thier way. crushing everything and eating everyone.

My question is, even though it's your own child, thats the giant that is killing anything and anyone, would you try and stop them and by stop them I mean hunt them down in parties and slit their throats as they sleep, sending thier Xanuite soul screaming back to limbo. Or because it's your child would you still love them, even though given the chance they would smear you between thier fingers?

now keep in mind you have nurtured this child sense birth, before it grew into a tall stack terror, this is your baby boy/girl. All the memories of childhood still haunt you, because they was such perfect children. How could they turn this way you ask yourself, but they did. Now what do you do?

Man... I have GOT to where you get your ganja.

Can we have different options? Like those books where you had a choice and could turn to page 47 for option A and page 89 for option B?

nope but I use to love those books!!

Now what do you do?

just making up a story, something to have fun with

Feast upon this tale Dr.X.I feel relatively certain U can appreciate this tale also.Godspeed!CyPoet

Xanadu
Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.