Welcome.
I'm Tree.
If you ask Hermes, he will tell you that I'm one of the most powerful web-host in this universe.
That's right.
I have every information. Every details about what had happened and is happening in ZANZA Universe.
But I can't read the future.
So you're asking me, why did you create this blog? Well, ZANZA Universe is coming to its end. I, a native civilian of this real universe, decided to use all my knowledges about ZANZA Universe to create a blog. Because it would be easy for common people in this universe to read, and hopefully understand about what happened in ZANZA Universe.
Every post is a little part of timeline. They are not arranged in chronological order, even though sometimes are. They will tell you everything. Even though you don't understand at first. But they will lead you, together with the project that will come upon you... project that makes graphic novel version of ZANZA Universe.
One thing is sure : whatever happen in the ZANZA Universe may decide how we live in this real universe...
Monday 22 March 2010
Saturday 20 March 2010
Elfangor's Narrative At The Dawn Of 13 July 2009
"Breffmen?"
She was staring at me. Her blue eyes were still as pure as sky. But those eyes were not alive anymore. If she was ever alive.
No. She was alive. There, with me. Together wandering on ocean of lies, searching for the island of hope. Fighting against the evil. Fighting against ourselves. Our emotions.
We were lost.
"Yes?"
"Ready for today?"
"Since that day, I'm ready for anything."
A smile appeared on her soft lips.
"Guess what," I said. "You don't have to smile."
"But isn't human supposed to smile when someone say such a brave and confident thing?"
"You're not a human."
"I want to be."
"I love you whatever you are."
"But I cannot love you in the way I am now..." she said bitterly. "Even though I want to."
This is getting out of topic. I hate it. I love her. She loves me. But I'm a human, and she's a... How could there be a more tragic love story than this?
But it's not the most important and most urgent thing now. A warrior does everything in order of importance and urgency. And when I wake up, it will begin. A new life. A new beginning. And a new task.
"How long will you stay in my dream?"
"You'll wake up in approximately a minute and half."
"Oh man, you're such a powerful creature, ain't you?"
She turns her face into grief. "Not because I wanted to be."
I tried to do a fake smile. "You don't really have to do that, you know."
"I'll do it."
For moments there we stay in silence.
At last she said, "I have to go now."
"Yeah,"
"Maybe I won't visit you again for a few months."
That surprises me for the first time since the conversation began. "What? Why?"
She smiled. "I can't tell you. Secrecy from above."
I sneered. "Yeah. For Destiny's sake. Everything will be better at the end."
"If I had become a human, we won't go through this again,"
"I know,"
"See you, Breffmen,"
I wake up.
The dawn light shines through the window. My new room. In this new city. And my new life.
My new role in the Destiny has begin.
She was staring at me. Her blue eyes were still as pure as sky. But those eyes were not alive anymore. If she was ever alive.
No. She was alive. There, with me. Together wandering on ocean of lies, searching for the island of hope. Fighting against the evil. Fighting against ourselves. Our emotions.
We were lost.
"Yes?"
"Ready for today?"
"Since that day, I'm ready for anything."
A smile appeared on her soft lips.
"Guess what," I said. "You don't have to smile."
"But isn't human supposed to smile when someone say such a brave and confident thing?"
"You're not a human."
"I want to be."
"I love you whatever you are."
"But I cannot love you in the way I am now..." she said bitterly. "Even though I want to."
This is getting out of topic. I hate it. I love her. She loves me. But I'm a human, and she's a... How could there be a more tragic love story than this?
But it's not the most important and most urgent thing now. A warrior does everything in order of importance and urgency. And when I wake up, it will begin. A new life. A new beginning. And a new task.
"How long will you stay in my dream?"
"You'll wake up in approximately a minute and half."
"Oh man, you're such a powerful creature, ain't you?"
She turns her face into grief. "Not because I wanted to be."
I tried to do a fake smile. "You don't really have to do that, you know."
"I'll do it."
For moments there we stay in silence.
At last she said, "I have to go now."
"Yeah,"
"Maybe I won't visit you again for a few months."
That surprises me for the first time since the conversation began. "What? Why?"
She smiled. "I can't tell you. Secrecy from above."
I sneered. "Yeah. For Destiny's sake. Everything will be better at the end."
"If I had become a human, we won't go through this again,"
"I know,"
"See you, Breffmen,"
I wake up.
The dawn light shines through the window. My new room. In this new city. And my new life.
My new role in the Destiny has begin.
Tuesday 16 March 2010
Ron's Narrative Two Days Before The First Day In Class 2-7, 12 July 2009
Rokka passed in front of me. At first I didn't realize. My mind was filled with the cigarettes and Heinekenn. And the video clip they're playing on MTV attacked my ears -- ruthlessly, joyfully. My senses were somewhere far away.
"Brother, will you decrease the volume please?"
She's asking me. I really didn't want to pay attention. To anything. To anyone. I just wanna drown my mind, deep in the darkness where there are no worries and doubtfulness. Only emptiness. A joyful emptiness.
What did Kurt used to take for that? Ah, yeah, LSD. Maybe I'm gonna ask Svith to share me some. I've done a well job in the robbery last week. There's no reason for him to reject my request. I've been the most loyal fighter for him.
Always.
"Brother? Mom is trying to sleep, would you please lower down the volume?"
I suddenly returned to senses.
"Why didn't you say that before, Rokka?"
"I've tried to do that, but how if you stay stoned like that?" Rokka looked angrily at me. I never saw her fell mad at me.
"I'm not stoned. Do you think I'm a junkie?"
"Well you are fucking goddamn junkie!!!" she blasted out hysterically. "What're you doing with the gangs all these times! Look at mom, she's dying! She's dying!!! Do you think she's happy now, having a mafia husband and a thug goddamn son!?"
I threw the Heinekenn can at her forehead. Moment later, when she's crying, and cold sweat running down my face, I just realize what a fiendish thing I've done.
"Oh, God...." she moaned, her tears merged with the beer. "Why did this happen to us...?"
"One thing is wrong," I said. "He's NOT her husband."
Rokka roared. "Then it's right that YOU are THUG!"
I cannot do anything. No more. If I hurt my sister then I'll be same like the bastard. Like the man who'd done this thing on us. Like the man who made me born with his shitty sperm.
Like Trevor Wazzborg, the mafia boss that they called Scarface.
It was me who made the horrible scar on his face. Four years ago, when he almost killed my sister.
And made my mom blind.
Rokka is still crying. I get up from the couch, threw the cigar away. I didn't want to be this bad. I only want to make them happy. My remaining family, the only thing I had in this goddamn world.
Even if I must make myself a rattish thug, gaining money from street crime actions. In this Jokerman City, ain't that a familiar thing? In this city that is filled with broken home punks?
I walked away from the living room. Toward my mom's room.
I stood there, watching her breathe in the sleep. Could she hear my heart that is pounding so fast? All that ever there for her was only darkness. Darkness.
What am I doing? Do I make them proud? My suffering sister, my dying mom? After the devil left this house, I did anything to continue our living. I worked anything. I strived anything. But would it make them proud if I do it in the same way like my father do?
Svith has offered me to become his ally, and I accepted. I've become the high-class Street Wyverns in Jokerman City. All crimes and mobs I've ever done gave my family life. Gave them another day of breathing and suffering. Of pain.
But now... does it make them proud?
I'm confused. All possibilities play like a movie in my head. What will happen after I take the decision. It's horrible. And if I make a wrong move, I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die with no excuse.
Rokka's trembled voice came again. And in front of me, on her bed, my mother sleeps in a painfully silence.
I have decided.
I'll go out from the Street Wyverns.
"Brother, will you decrease the volume please?"
She's asking me. I really didn't want to pay attention. To anything. To anyone. I just wanna drown my mind, deep in the darkness where there are no worries and doubtfulness. Only emptiness. A joyful emptiness.
What did Kurt used to take for that? Ah, yeah, LSD. Maybe I'm gonna ask Svith to share me some. I've done a well job in the robbery last week. There's no reason for him to reject my request. I've been the most loyal fighter for him.
Always.
"Brother? Mom is trying to sleep, would you please lower down the volume?"
I suddenly returned to senses.
"Why didn't you say that before, Rokka?"
"I've tried to do that, but how if you stay stoned like that?" Rokka looked angrily at me. I never saw her fell mad at me.
"I'm not stoned. Do you think I'm a junkie?"
"Well you are fucking goddamn junkie!!!" she blasted out hysterically. "What're you doing with the gangs all these times! Look at mom, she's dying! She's dying!!! Do you think she's happy now, having a mafia husband and a thug goddamn son!?"
I threw the Heinekenn can at her forehead. Moment later, when she's crying, and cold sweat running down my face, I just realize what a fiendish thing I've done.
"Oh, God...." she moaned, her tears merged with the beer. "Why did this happen to us...?"
"One thing is wrong," I said. "He's NOT her husband."
Rokka roared. "Then it's right that YOU are THUG!"
I cannot do anything. No more. If I hurt my sister then I'll be same like the bastard. Like the man who'd done this thing on us. Like the man who made me born with his shitty sperm.
Like Trevor Wazzborg, the mafia boss that they called Scarface.
It was me who made the horrible scar on his face. Four years ago, when he almost killed my sister.
And made my mom blind.
Rokka is still crying. I get up from the couch, threw the cigar away. I didn't want to be this bad. I only want to make them happy. My remaining family, the only thing I had in this goddamn world.
Even if I must make myself a rattish thug, gaining money from street crime actions. In this Jokerman City, ain't that a familiar thing? In this city that is filled with broken home punks?
I walked away from the living room. Toward my mom's room.
I stood there, watching her breathe in the sleep. Could she hear my heart that is pounding so fast? All that ever there for her was only darkness. Darkness.
What am I doing? Do I make them proud? My suffering sister, my dying mom? After the devil left this house, I did anything to continue our living. I worked anything. I strived anything. But would it make them proud if I do it in the same way like my father do?
Svith has offered me to become his ally, and I accepted. I've become the high-class Street Wyverns in Jokerman City. All crimes and mobs I've ever done gave my family life. Gave them another day of breathing and suffering. Of pain.
But now... does it make them proud?
I'm confused. All possibilities play like a movie in my head. What will happen after I take the decision. It's horrible. And if I make a wrong move, I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die with no excuse.
Rokka's trembled voice came again. And in front of me, on her bed, my mother sleeps in a painfully silence.
I have decided.
I'll go out from the Street Wyverns.
Mia's Narrative At The Meeting With Black Zanza, 13 July 2009
The Moon was there
watching me
And I don't know why
But her light didn't shine so brightly
All that I saw in my eyes was only you
Like a black shadow
Can be seen but somehow untouchable
And those golden eyes
My God, why did You create those eyes?
They're looking at me...
And all my weights get washed away with the wind
Night wind
My sister said it was dangerous for health
These eyes are dangerous for my health
They're eating my pride
Swallowing my confidence
And farther, throwing my senses
My goodness, tomorrow is my first day in the eleventh year
Will I ever make it home from here?
There's no more time
Thus I try to open my lips
"Who are you?"
Clouds went away, exposed the moon
The crescent moon, somehow I can see it clearly now
Because I realize that the man is standing with his back against the moon...
"Black Zanza."
The fainted thugs that scattered all around me suddenly reappeared to my senses
Flora's handbag. They stole it... and I was on my way to get it back...
"Oh!"
When I look up again, there's only the crescent moon
The temperature dropped back
watching me
And I don't know why
But her light didn't shine so brightly
All that I saw in my eyes was only you
Like a black shadow
Can be seen but somehow untouchable
And those golden eyes
My God, why did You create those eyes?
They're looking at me...
And all my weights get washed away with the wind
Night wind
My sister said it was dangerous for health
These eyes are dangerous for my health
They're eating my pride
Swallowing my confidence
And farther, throwing my senses
My goodness, tomorrow is my first day in the eleventh year
Will I ever make it home from here?
There's no more time
Thus I try to open my lips
"Who are you?"
Clouds went away, exposed the moon
The crescent moon, somehow I can see it clearly now
Because I realize that the man is standing with his back against the moon...
"Black Zanza."
The fainted thugs that scattered all around me suddenly reappeared to my senses
Flora's handbag. They stole it... and I was on my way to get it back...
"Oh!"
When I look up again, there's only the crescent moon
The temperature dropped back
Monday 15 March 2010
A Report To Scotland Yard : Class 2-7, Jokerman High School, Font Nation, Year 2009-2010 Student List
This is Mr.Box speaking. I'm here to give the ordered report about the new class student list. Their full names in state records, their homeland, and I give it not in alphabetical order, but in the "order of importance" that you ordered me to make. Here is the list.
Name / Gender / Age / Homeland
1. Elfangor Sakazu / M / 18 / Verdana, Font Nation
2. Mia Leferentia / F / 17 / London, United Kingdom
3. Ron Wazzborg / M / 18 / Jokerman, Font Nation
4. Robin Skyblue / M / 17 / Wingdings, Font Nation
5. Flora Revalline / F / 18 / Texas, United States
6. Jim Forrester / M / 18 / Jokerman, Font Nation
7. Mayumi Kamijou / F / 18 / Kyoto, Japan
8. Hermes Patonski / M / 18 / Verdana, Font Nation
9. Scarlet Will / M / 17 / Jokerman, Font Nation
10. Chelsey Amelia / F / 17 / Jokerman, Font Nation
11. Spike Bennington / M / 18 / Jokerman, Font Nation
12. Marco McCain / M / 18 / Manhattan, United States
13. Abdullah Jabbar / M / 19 / Istanbul, Turkey
14. Fillia Herbavina / F / 18 / Jokerman, Font Nation
15. Randall Groschen / M / 18 / Hamburg, Germany
16. Winston Jefferson / M / 18 / Kentucky, United States
17. Penny Baytide / F / 17 / Jokerman, Font Nation
18. Mary Fallarbor / F / 17 / Jokerman, Font Nation
19. Julius Thanatron / M / 18 / Webdings, Font Nation
20. Clea Pasifica / F / 18 / Paris, France
21. Garrett Worthington / M / 18 / Seattle, United States
22. Sri Maryati / F / 18 / Jakarta, Indonesia
23. Kaviaro Bonafacio / M / 19 / Napoli, Italy
24. Andrea Levianna / F / 18 / Vienna, Austria
25. Sieyes Richeliev / M / 18 / Lourdes, France
26. Rachel Green / F / 18 / Dublin, Ireland
27. Arlene Ecodonno / M / 18 / Jokerman, Font Nation
28. Kirlia Gardevoir / F / 18 / Paris, France
29. Verena Renata / F / 18 / Edinburgh, United Kingdom
30. Meera Jain / F / 18 / Delhi, India
31. Gaia Devischna / F / 18 / California, United States
32. Lee Wang Gi / M / 18 / Seoul, South Korea
33. Naturia Greenwood / F / 18 / Wingdings, Font Nation
34. Olivia Queen / F / 18 / Jokerman, Font Nation
35. Vino Thompson / M / 17 / Jokerman, Font Nation
The first twenty names had possibilities to be watched. Doesn't mean the other fifteen are less dangerous. These students are not fully students, most of them had other occupation which are still too early to be reported here. Well that's all for my report, and I'll be waiting for the next order to come.
Mr. Box
Name / Gender / Age / Homeland
1. Elfangor Sakazu / M / 18 / Verdana, Font Nation
2. Mia Leferentia / F / 17 / London, United Kingdom
3. Ron Wazzborg / M / 18 / Jokerman, Font Nation
4. Robin Skyblue / M / 17 / Wingdings, Font Nation
5. Flora Revalline / F / 18 / Texas, United States
6. Jim Forrester / M / 18 / Jokerman, Font Nation
7. Mayumi Kamijou / F / 18 / Kyoto, Japan
8. Hermes Patonski / M / 18 / Verdana, Font Nation
9. Scarlet Will / M / 17 / Jokerman, Font Nation
10. Chelsey Amelia / F / 17 / Jokerman, Font Nation
11. Spike Bennington / M / 18 / Jokerman, Font Nation
12. Marco McCain / M / 18 / Manhattan, United States
13. Abdullah Jabbar / M / 19 / Istanbul, Turkey
14. Fillia Herbavina / F / 18 / Jokerman, Font Nation
15. Randall Groschen / M / 18 / Hamburg, Germany
16. Winston Jefferson / M / 18 / Kentucky, United States
17. Penny Baytide / F / 17 / Jokerman, Font Nation
18. Mary Fallarbor / F / 17 / Jokerman, Font Nation
19. Julius Thanatron / M / 18 / Webdings, Font Nation
20. Clea Pasifica / F / 18 / Paris, France
21. Garrett Worthington / M / 18 / Seattle, United States
22. Sri Maryati / F / 18 / Jakarta, Indonesia
23. Kaviaro Bonafacio / M / 19 / Napoli, Italy
24. Andrea Levianna / F / 18 / Vienna, Austria
25. Sieyes Richeliev / M / 18 / Lourdes, France
26. Rachel Green / F / 18 / Dublin, Ireland
27. Arlene Ecodonno / M / 18 / Jokerman, Font Nation
28. Kirlia Gardevoir / F / 18 / Paris, France
29. Verena Renata / F / 18 / Edinburgh, United Kingdom
30. Meera Jain / F / 18 / Delhi, India
31. Gaia Devischna / F / 18 / California, United States
32. Lee Wang Gi / M / 18 / Seoul, South Korea
33. Naturia Greenwood / F / 18 / Wingdings, Font Nation
34. Olivia Queen / F / 18 / Jokerman, Font Nation
35. Vino Thompson / M / 17 / Jokerman, Font Nation
The first twenty names had possibilities to be watched. Doesn't mean the other fifteen are less dangerous. These students are not fully students, most of them had other occupation which are still too early to be reported here. Well that's all for my report, and I'll be waiting for the next order to come.
Mr. Box
Sunday 14 March 2010
Welcome To The ZANZA Universe
Are you a Believer? Well, it doesn't matter if you're one or not. This story is not only for they who believe. This story is for everyone.
Welcome to the ZANZA Universe. This is the world where conspiracies & underplots work right under our noses. But the difference with our world is that the fight against it is active and steady. Not like here, where they who speak out loud against the secrecy get killed soon by the power that ruled the world... In the ZANZA Universe, there was a Resistance that holds within the eternal battle against the almighty powers. The ZANZA Warriors.
There was.
But after the Revolution War, the Warriors vanished as their leader was informed to be deceased... And since the Warriors are gone, the only power that fight against The Eye disappeared.
Time passed. The world has become a dangerous place, even more than before. Darkness was everywhere the eyes can see...
In this black era, why don't play a black hero?
Jokerman City. The heartland of street gangsters. There was a rumour about a man who fights all alone against the kingdom of thugs. A man with black clothes... and golden eyes...
The Black Zanza has arrived in Jokerman City.
Welcome to the ZANZA Universe. This is the world where conspiracies & underplots work right under our noses. But the difference with our world is that the fight against it is active and steady. Not like here, where they who speak out loud against the secrecy get killed soon by the power that ruled the world... In the ZANZA Universe, there was a Resistance that holds within the eternal battle against the almighty powers. The ZANZA Warriors.
There was.
But after the Revolution War, the Warriors vanished as their leader was informed to be deceased... And since the Warriors are gone, the only power that fight against The Eye disappeared.
Time passed. The world has become a dangerous place, even more than before. Darkness was everywhere the eyes can see...
In this black era, why don't play a black hero?
Jokerman City. The heartland of street gangsters. There was a rumour about a man who fights all alone against the kingdom of thugs. A man with black clothes... and golden eyes...
The Black Zanza has arrived in Jokerman City.
Eria Green's Last Will
The time has come. The mystical figure has come upon me. And she said about the things I have to do for the existence of The Masterplan. Continuity of the divine plans depends on me. How could I bear the burden on my shoulders? And I have to do it soon. Or the wicked one will kill me. I can't run.
But the entity permitted me to give a last will. The thing that should be known by the person that I'm going to throw away. How could I write every feelings about what happened in my life back these years? Everything is inevitable. Everything is beautiful. As the houri told me in our first meeting : "We will make a beautiful world. But some progresses... are not going to be nice."
Well, listen, little one... this is the beginning...
But the entity permitted me to give a last will. The thing that should be known by the person that I'm going to throw away. How could I write every feelings about what happened in my life back these years? Everything is inevitable. Everything is beautiful. As the houri told me in our first meeting : "We will make a beautiful world. But some progresses... are not going to be nice."
Well, listen, little one... this is the beginning...
Exogenesis
Where am I?
The boy looked all around him. The scenery was beautiful, yet strange. He doesn't know where it was. He doesn't have any idea.
"I'm in..." he tried to make reason. "... a shadowy place... in the shadow of leaves..."
The trees were tall, with thick leaves that preventing the sunlight from seeping. The remaining light made faint ray that stab to the grasses. The boy tried to find anyone. But there's no living thing in the shadow of leaves.
Except for that white-winged butterfly that flied slowly, wandering in front of the boy, seemed like wanting him to follow the insect.
"A beautiful... white butterfly..."
The butterfly went around him, sending a message.
"Where are you going?"
Far inside the shadow. Deep in the forest. Somewhere, the butterfly had something to show.
The boy followed her.
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