Into The Void

This is the start to my newest project. Any and all criticism accepted!

    August 4th 1962 the height of the cold war, the world on the brink of nuclear war. Life as we know it could’ve been completely, and utterly obliterated in a second. As we all know though this never happened, or did it. What if I told you every event that brought humanity closest to extinction was overseen by a guiding eye, always making sure we humans were stayed by the hand of desolation.

    And what if I told you this mysterious power wasn’t an all seeing, and all knowing god, but humans or rather a human. John H. Paterson, that’s who you owe your life to. Strange isn’t it, when the fate of humanity held on by a thread he was there to pick us back up. He sees us through thick and thin, and asks no payment in return. He boasts the potential to play god, and yet has only strived to see us prosper.

    So who is he? He’s not here nor there. He’s unknowing, and all knowing. He’s the embodiment of accomplishment, and creativity. He’s John H. Paterson. Through the analogs of history he’s all but erased himself. There is no trace, no birth date, no prior residence, and no know speakers on the matter. There’s one thing though, one thing we can depend on. If we are in need, he will be there to hold our hand, and stare into the void as it stares back.

Author's Note

Keep it clean, other then that go right ahead!