The Emails

The emails we have been receiving from Cpl. Becker (WindHammer), are posted at projectsapphire.org

they will continue to be posted as they arrive.

Phosphorescent desert buttons

I recently began communicating with an individual known only by his codename "WindHammer" he claims to live in the year 2009 in Virginia. he mentions things like "the rift" "the fountain" a "plague" and he claims to be battling who he describes as "gods". right now, we are talking via email. he is inside some kind of armored expeditionary vehicle with a jerry-rigged computer that's broadcasting via satellite through the "rift".
This suggests to me that there is in fact a parallel timeline here... that he is experiencing a history alternate to ours. The "gods" definitely sound like what someone would describe the injectees as...

What do you guys think?

That’s the price we pay

God, I’ve gotta stop posting these so God Damn late. So I hung out with my “Crew” today, it was fun. We were talking about these flashes, and how they fuck with electronics and everything, and it got me thinking, what if they’re from the sun? Like solar flares or something? I heard those could royally fuck up electronics and what now. I mean it doesn’t answer the whole light thing 100%, but its close fits everything else enough.
Also, they seem to be happening more frequently.. we got hit by one at 8:00PM and then again at 8:33PM. The media isn’t touching the subject… its kinda weird, you’d think that they’d at least mention it. but they’re not saying anything.

Violently it changes.

Forgot to post this here

Did you just see that?

There was just a flash outside, much brighter then anything i've seen before.

-Update-
Didn't put enough detail so here we go--the way it flashed was kinda like... well the only way i can really describe it is a light-bulb blowing out, it got really bright. the way my rooms organized i'm sitting right in front of a window--before hand it was dark, then it was bright as fuck, now its back to dark again.

Somniferous almond-- Nevermind.

Apparently, the PCS are talking about mandatory door-to-door checks. Jesus Fucking Christ do they not have enough power already? I hope for everyone’s sake that they don’t pass the bill on that.
And in other news—I was approached—and when I say approached I mean sent an email to—by the TR Legal Department. I’ll post the Email between us here in a little bit, I’m a smidge tired right now and just writing this to meet some kinda quota set up by myself.
And finally, I’m thinking about switching this Blog over to a Vlog. I’m not certain if I will though, cause I’d have to make enough money for a decent camera, and all that good stuff. But if I do it, I’ll do it soon.
(Note: If I made any grammar mistakes in this… fuck off, I’m tired.)
(Follow up note: No offense…)

Simply Perfect

So, apparently the Populace Control Squads now have permission to... break up people? End relationships? I don't fuckin now how to phrase it. Its fucktarded i swear to God. you can't even leave the house with out getting asked "Where are you going?" "Who will be there?" "How long will you be there?" and fucking getting frisked by one of the PCS members. its like being a teenager all over again.

Quiting my job

I had to quit my job today because I'm no longer able to get back before the curfew expires. I'm starting up my own computer repair shop... i should be able to get a lot of money from that.

Technology Resolute

So the company I’m working at—TechRes—released this new product today. Selling it under the slogan “It will make you smarter than Einstein!!”
Bullshit
My personal advice to anyone reading this is to NOT to get these injections. Injections that we oh-so-passionately called ‘Satan’s Sperm’ around the office; You see before the Human trials, we had Animals trails and I would say 90% of the original “Test Subjects” died within the first 48 hours.
One of the first animals to survive the testing was a Pit-bull named “Thor.” This poor pooch last a good two weeks into the trials—I think the actual number of days was 13—couldn’t walk, he developed cataracts in his eyes, and he began to howl at nothing. And the weirdest fucking part of this whole thing came on day 13. One of the Lab Assistance found the pooch split down the middle in-between a God Damn wall.
And the fucking things don’t even how they say they do, you have a 1 in 30 chance of either becoming smart as Albert or as dumb as a fucking post—or bursting into a ball of flames, or getting split in two, or just disappearing off the face of the earth.
So once again, I will advice all of you to NOT get these injections, ever. Even if your life deepened on getting them Don’t!