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How wonderful for you beings to observe me...go ahead.. watch me. I am a spectacle! I am meant to be seen as a product of demise, the very essence of desire! I inspire hatred as truly what we are all meant to be...amazing
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Heh, It has been a while since I updated the description of how my story is going. In the past few years since my first idea to make this over three years ago, it has made many changes. The progression of the story is going great as far as I can make sense of it all. I think far too much than I should.....
For the story in detail, I have destroyed the meaning of "beginning, middle, end... protagonist and antagonist"
Stories itself doesn't really have a beginning, or a real end. The expanding knowledge of moral lesions you get from stories is endless as well as it's creativity. Simple way to put it, it's funner to make your own sense of what the story is about; who the main character or villain is etc...
The plot in my story I'll try to make it as short as possible in the limited time I have at the moment.... forgive me if it makes no sense whomever reads this..
The story plays off of a simple little child that lived a life of meaninglessness and voiding existence. I simple living life that didn't have a reason. As if he shouldn't ever exist, maybe that was it. The child didn't have a name of his own, but just a nameless creature that wonders the world for a name, or better yet reason to live.
From that moment on, he had something he never had before, motive to move. However that single motive changed his existence forever. And surrounding his entire world he was hated by everything that saw him.
Much traits of this story showcases a lot of symbolism and deeper meaning as it may seem. This part of the story shows a selfish desire much human cecum to in their lives.
So now on his lives a hardship life filled with confusion and suffering. Every night barely alive from the people trying to kill him, he lays on the floor covered in his own blood asking why he is so hated.
Until the day a little kid that called himself Simian came up to him and tried to give him something, but the nameless being doesn't remember what until the day of his 'death'.
When that memory of that child Simian pasted and he doesn't know why, he went through more mental torture from his life that drove this character to insanity. His memories scrambled and he lost the sense who he was until the day he 'died'
On the floor in a pool of blood he believes he shall die there, without a name, or purpose, just being so very hated.
And with the grasp on his ankle that pulled him into the dirt, he stare into the eyes of death himself that grants him his slight sanity back and his memories, only when he got his memories back all he saw was pure slaughter that he has done when he was insane. then to throw himself out of the dirt and see the blood all over him was not his own, but everyone's around him,, even the child Simian.
He was given a name from that point on, from that time on he would forever be known as "The Memory Stealer".
So for character development I am going through in the story,, the primary characters are not of my own. but of my closest friends I knew on thee internet many years back when I was fresh to it. I lost contact with all of them now. It does make me sad that I have lost them all, they were such amazing people to me.. I will never forget them.. Caitlin, Marcus, Chris, and Kenneth
And this factor that I have mentioned was the first bit of the story as it goes on to a bigger sense of even one's self to be apart of the story too.
I have spent many years with these ideas all inside my head, I can only remember so much of it all. Even today my greatest fear is to forget everything, and not even remember that I forgot.
Any more sense I try to rationalize this idea, the more is doesn't.. Forgive me
Thank you for reading
And a little mere update of myself now:
I was a sad little child, filled with anguish and pain, common depression takes over; the world around you becomes darker and darker. A bottomless void that eats your very soul and makes you feel nothing, maybe I wanted that.
I always felt that pain... Even after changing so much in everything that I am years after having that pain, the images of it are still in my memories.. and they creep into my life again and again, I cannot escape that pain no matter how far I may rise I will always have that pain....
That pain... of loneliness
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