DaemosI'm talking about after, of course! XD I know we're just face-less nobodies right now. I'm asking because I'm just interested in hearing all the ideas you guys might have, since you are all fantastic writers. I hope to have a very diverse and fun cast that we can use to bounce ideas off each other.
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In case you were wondering, yes, I drew my profile image. Do you like it? I think it has a depressing sort of beauty.
Disclaimer: I can sometimes be a little too honest, and my standards might be too high. People don't like that. But let it stand on record that I also view myself with the same light. I would not criticize others if I am not willing to take criticism myself. Be mature. Don't hold stupid grudges. If you've come here to scope me out, to find some shameful detail or quench some personal spite because my honesty upset you in some way, -- I'm sorry but there is nothing here for your desperate attempt at self-validation. I will settle the pettiness with an apology. Sorry. Happy?
I can't do anything more than that.
In case you were wondering, yes, I drew my profile image. Do you like it? I think it has a depressing sort of beauty.
Disclaimer: I can sometimes be a little too honest, and my standards might be too high. People don't like that. But let it stand on record that I also view myself with the same light. I would not criticize others if I am not willing to take criticism myself. Be mature. Don't hold stupid grudges. If you've come here to scope me out, to find some shameful detail or quench some personal spite because my honesty upset you in some way, -- I'm sorry but there is nothing here for your desperate attempt at self-validation. I will settle the pettiness with an apology. Sorry. Happy?
I can't do anything more than that.
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Does anyone have some sort of appearance they've already pre-established in their minds for their little soul person? I'm still wondering what to do myself... :^D
Fuck. I spent all this time writing my post thinking it was too small. But now that I posted it, I think the post might be too long...
Curse you for making such an interesting concept!
Curse you for making such an interesting concept!
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It felt cold for this particular soul. Not hot or blistering, like it was supposed to be. It was just cold.
It once had a memory, a past, it could feel it. Somewhere deep inside. But there was nothing now, not even feelings. All that could pose as memories for the little soul was the emptiness it experience while trapped in the cage. But it wasn't of discomfort or pain. It was almost peaceful, if not for the occasional hand or foot being crammed into places they shouldn't ever be. It might've wanted to remain that way forever. Maybe...
But its comfortable dark world came crashing down around it, and was replaced with a new bloodier one. It plopped onto the floor and was made to bear witness to the brutality of its new 'master'. This Horned beast of sort. But still, nothing changed for the pale little soul. It still felt numb and cold. However, something slowly began to dawn upon the little soul as it stood there and watched the carnage unfold. The giant monster treated their own brethren like worthless cattle, gobbling and tossing away lives as if they meant nothing, and then they were made to suffer in a cruel game, purely for its sick and twisted enjoyment. Seeing all this made the soul realize, not how hopeless and futile their situation was, though indeed this fact was undeniable, but rather, how interesting everyone else was compared to it. Some of the white and faint souls crumbled and wept, completely broken to the torment, and others were compelled to move the thorny rocks out of fear, desperate to the point of even killing one another just to please their tormentor. No matter what, they all did something. It didn't understand this. Why? Despite them all looking the exact same, why was it unable to react like the others?
It tilted its head slightly, as if it would help it reach an answer for its question.
The question hung on its mind as they stood there in a state of perplexity, completely unresponsive to the gnashing voice above. Even when it understood the threat of the jagged yellow teeth and the bloody black mace, it was not compelled like the others were. What was death anyway? It surely wouldn't have been any worse than what life they had now. No, there was something more important and pressing to the soul. And so it continued to watch the others, trying and understand this strange dilemma it was having.
'What was the point?', it thought, gazing at all of the frantic souls scuffling all around them. Why do anything? Did they feel fear? Again, there was no point. They were powerless to these greater beings, so there was no point in feeling fear, nor was there a reason to listen to their commands. Feeling fear or doing what this beast said wouldn't change the impossible. Only death would set them free. So why fear it? Plus, such a feeling would suggest they held themselves some sort of value, or that they possessed something worth fearing. But from what it has seen, they were mere nothings.
As it searched for the answer to this puzzle of puzzles, an even more interesting developed happened.
The wispy white form watched with wide eyes as the gluttonous horned giant faltered, choking and sputtering on its unsightly snack, its claws grasping its thick and flayed neck. Perhaps it should've learned to swallow? In the chaos, the lone soul then contemplated an action.
Its eyes went first to the cliff across the bed of thorny rocks. Should they dare try to escape? The bodies impaled from earlier should be able to act as a buffer to the spikes. But that would mean risking the wrath of the horned monstrosity. It would surely end up dead if it were to get caught, eaten or smashed like the other pitiful souls. But the beast was weak now, wasn't it? This was the best chance to do so. Then again... Even if they were to succeed, what lied beyond such a dark and hopeless place? Probably nothing much better. It was all hopeless anyway. Maybe it should just lie down and just wait to die? The Horned Guard would surely answer its wish once it got back up. Truly, it wouldn't be happy after such an embarrassing display. But what exactly did death in this new world mean? Maybe death would feel like how it did within the cage; a place of peace. The corpses around them suggested as much. They no longer struggled, no longer felt the pain and suffering that once ailed them.
As the little white soul pondered these last bits for a moment, it noticed yet another new and interesting development. The released souls were now beginning to swarm the twisted mound of flesh, taking advantage of its vulnerability and laying siege upon its body. It stared with wide eyes. This was something they didn't expect to happen, not in the slightest. And as the soul watched, it could not even believe what it was seeing. These supposed 'nothings' were wounding the 'great' one, yanking out the metal staples that bound its massive gullet. They were doing the impossible.
The coldness it felt up until this point was gone now, overcome with a strange and faint glimmering.
Suddenly, the pale little soul found itself disliking the idea of death.
This new world was so, very interesting. It liked watching all the things happening, even if sometimes it did not understand. Maybe there was more to it? There had to be. Not to mention, it didn't even find an answer to its question yet.
I want to do what they do... to do interesting things too...
As these thoughts bounced around in its head, very slowly, the little white soul began to move. One foot at a time, as it followed the others towards the slowly exposed gullet. It wanted to experience more. And it was by the hands of its fellows that it was allowed such a pleasure. Maybe it was time they also did something.
The pale little soul climbed in a place between the bulbous mounds of pale flesh, maneuvering around the others and found a spot in between the white masses. It grabbed one of the large staples already being pulled with both hands, wrapping its fingers around the blood-rusted piece. With a great heave, it began yanking with all the might it could possibly muster. It wondered if it was too weak, feeling like its arms would break before the metal would come loose, shivering as it fought to tear the staple from the flesh. But soon enough, with a wet pop the metal sprung loose like a clogged nozzle, spraying it with blood as it clattered onto the stone floor.
Sheesh, doing stuff was hard work.
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It felt cold for this particular soul. Not hot or blistering, like it was supposed to be. It was just cold.
It once had a memory, a past, it could feel it. Somewhere deep inside. But there was nothing now, not even feelings. All that could pose as memories for the little soul was the emptiness it experience while trapped in the cage. But it wasn't of discomfort or pain. It was almost peaceful, if not for the occasional hand or foot being crammed into places they shouldn't ever be. It might've wanted to remain that way forever. Maybe...
But its comfortable dark world came crashing down around it, and was replaced with a new bloodier one. It plopped onto the floor and was made to bear witness to the brutality of its new 'master'. This Horned beast of sort. But still, nothing changed for the pale little soul. It still felt numb and cold. However, something slowly began to dawn upon the little soul as it stood there and watched the carnage unfold. The giant monster treated their own brethren like worthless cattle, gobbling and tossing away lives as if they meant nothing, and then they were made to suffer in a cruel game, purely for its sick and twisted enjoyment. Seeing all this made the soul realize, not how hopeless and futile their situation was, though indeed this fact was undeniable, but rather, how interesting everyone else was compared to it. Some of the white and faint souls crumbled and wept, completely broken to the torment, and others were compelled to move the thorny rocks out of fear, desperate to the point of even killing one another just to please their tormentor. No matter what, they all did something. It didn't understand this. Why? Despite them all looking the exact same, why was it unable to react like the others?
It tilted its head slightly, as if it would help it reach an answer for its question.
The question hung on its mind as they stood there in a state of perplexity, completely unresponsive to the gnashing voice above. Even when it understood the threat of the jagged yellow teeth and the bloody black mace, it was not compelled like the others were. What was death anyway? It surely wouldn't have been any worse than what life they had now. No, there was something more important and pressing to the soul. And so it continued to watch the others, trying and understand this strange dilemma it was having.
'What was the point?', it thought, gazing at all of the frantic souls scuffling all around them. Why do anything? Did they feel fear? Again, there was no point. They were powerless to these greater beings, so there was no point in feeling fear, nor was there a reason to listen to their commands. Feeling fear or doing what this beast said wouldn't change the impossible. Only death would set them free. So why fear it? Plus, such a feeling would suggest they held themselves some sort of value, or that they possessed something worth fearing. But from what it has seen, they were mere nothings.
As it searched for the answer to this puzzle of puzzles, an even more interesting developed happened.
The wispy white form watched with wide eyes as the gluttonous horned giant faltered, choking and sputtering on its unsightly snack, its claws grasping its thick and flayed neck. Perhaps it should've learned to swallow? In the chaos, the lone soul then contemplated an action.
Its eyes went first to the cliff across the bed of thorny rocks. Should they dare try to escape? The bodies impaled from earlier should be able to act as a buffer to the spikes. But that would mean risking the wrath of the horned monstrosity. It would surely end up dead if it were to get caught, eaten or smashed like the other pitiful souls. But the beast was weak now, wasn't it? This was the best chance to do so. Then again... Even if they were to succeed, what lied beyond such a dark and hopeless place? Probably nothing much better. It was all hopeless anyway. Maybe it should just lie down and just wait to die? The Horned Guard would surely answer its wish once it got back up. Truly, it wouldn't be happy after such an embarrassing display. But what exactly did death in this new world mean? Maybe death would feel like how it did within the cage; a place of peace. The corpses around them suggested as much. They no longer struggled, no longer felt the pain and suffering that once ailed them.
As the little white soul pondered these last bits for a moment, it noticed yet another new and interesting development. The released souls were now beginning to swarm the twisted mound of flesh, taking advantage of its vulnerability and laying siege upon its body. It stared with wide eyes. This was something they didn't expect to happen, not in the slightest. And as the soul watched, it could not even believe what it was seeing. These supposed 'nothings' were wounding the 'great' one, yanking out the metal staples that bound its massive gullet. They were doing the impossible.
The coldness it felt up until this point was gone now, overcome with a strange and faint glimmering.
Suddenly, the pale little soul found itself disliking the idea of death.
This new world was so, very interesting. It liked watching all the things happening, even if sometimes it did not understand. Maybe there was more to it? There had to be. Not to mention, it didn't even find an answer to its question yet.
I want to do what they do... to do interesting things too...
As these thoughts bounced around in its head, very slowly, the little white soul began to move. One foot at a time, as it followed the others towards the slowly exposed gullet. It wanted to experience more. And it was by the hands of its fellows that it was allowed such a pleasure. Maybe it was time they also did something.
The pale little soul climbed in a place between the bulbous mounds of pale flesh, maneuvering around the others and found a spot in between the white masses. It grabbed one of the large staples already being pulled with both hands, wrapping its fingers around the blood-rusted piece. With a great heave, it began yanking with all the might it could possibly muster. It wondered if it was too weak, feeling like its arms would break before the metal would come loose, shivering as it fought to tear the staple from the flesh. But soon enough, with a wet pop the metal sprung loose like a clogged nozzle, spraying it with blood as it clattered onto the stone floor.
Sheesh, doing stuff was hard work.
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After being put in a bizarre state of adoring the grimdark concept, slightly grossed out by the brutality, and all the while laughing at the crude humor... I've gotta say, I would love to be a part of this thread! I know you guys are currently full, but if someone goes missing or drops out, please let me know. :^D
Update #2
I'm still battling with this fever, which has caused me to be bed-stricken for almost a week now. This is probably because of all the terrible unhealthy habits catching up to me... I haven't been able to do anything related to the computer because I'd get the worst of migraines, so that's why my activity has diminished dramatically. I think it's finally starting going away now, maybe? I was able to breath properly for the first time this morning! Yay!
On a happier note, Happy New Years fellow rpers! Hope you all the best of luck moving forward. :^D
I'm still battling with this fever, which has caused me to be bed-stricken for almost a week now. This is probably because of all the terrible unhealthy habits catching up to me... I haven't been able to do anything related to the computer because I'd get the worst of migraines, so that's why my activity has diminished dramatically. I think it's finally starting going away now, maybe? I was able to breath properly for the first time this morning! Yay!
On a happier note, Happy New Years fellow rpers! Hope you all the best of luck moving forward. :^D
Sorry again, I've been very, very sick the last couple of days and can't get a clear head long enough to write a decent post. Hopefully it goes away soon. I never like too much downtime on my own part.
Sorry about the delay, I've been caught up in Christmas stuff. Hope you all the best of luck over the holidays. D^:
"Oh, you don't have to introduce yourself. I already know all about you, Doctor Rutherford, as I'm sure most people this day and age do. But I guess this is a better greeting than what you gave me last time." giving her a wink, "My name is Isabelle, by the way. And don't mention about shooing away those flies. I wanted to speak with you privately. Heck, I was planning to wait out here all day and night in order to catch you again. I'm sort of... a journalist too, so I know exactly how those kinds of people scheme and work. In some ways, they are more insensitive to feelings than those robots..." her eyes unconsciously shifting to one standing across the street for a split second. She had avoided looking at it the whole time she had been there. It was a well-dressed robot that was "humanized", the mechanisms covered in a layer of synthesized tissue meant to mimic flesh, stationed outside a high-brow clothing store meant for display. It shifted its pose now and then, greeting the passing people with automated responses. She felt a visceral shiver run down her spine when it suddenly turned to her and gave an overly-animated wave.
If no one in particular was paying attention to her, they wouldn't have noticed such a small thing, as Isabelle acted and spoke as though nothing happened at all. A very practiced suppression, no doubt. But perhaps Freya, a keen individual, might have noticed.
"I've got some influence in that sort of world, if you know what I mean, though not nearly as famous as you are in terms of medical science. Though I can't say I'm not any worse than them. I'm known for my more... cruel and ruthless methods of reporting, and have ruined many lives in my career. However, you are a very special case for me."
Isabelle looked down at the hand, her cheery smile waning a smidgen. Even with all the efforts to conceal its nature, she could tell it was not real. Perhaps it was just the fact that it was too perfect. It took a bit of time, but she grasped the prosthetic and gave it a light shake. It felt cold and entirely alien, the girl letting go as quickly as possible. She looked away slightly, making her best attempt at trying to be polite despite being thoroughly disturbed.
"Sorry. Like I said, I'm not exactly... into augments that much." picking up her large black bag, "Anyway, drink or not, I'd like to talk with you either way. Besides, I can't turn down an offer for freebies, can I?"
She stepped up with a happy hum, heels clicking as she stood next to Freya, "Well, after you, darling."
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He hasn't posted like since he made his character, so I assume he was out already. XD And I'll give it a little bit more time before I move things along, I think I've been fair with the wait period.
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