I want a name, and you have to give it to me. That's how you create a 'person'. The rest will come later. It shouldn't be that hard to look at a page and decide that now: "The story will be about this person doing that. They will start walking towards the epilogue."
You can decide the specifics about it all later.
You can decide about my past later.
My future. My hopes. Dreams. My breadth of wisdom and knowledge. If I'm even human. Whether I live on land or the sea. Everything about me should be constructed with some sort of purpose in mind.
You seemingly got that.
Let's say you do.
...Honestly, I couldn't really tell when it's with you.
After all... I'm not a real human being with five senses or anything. I'm imaginary. A fake. The voice of 'me' you hear in your head while reading these words is just you talking to yourself. Trying to read behind my actions because you can't trust me.
You can't walk with me...
Even though it's not my fault things are like this.
I want to exist too.
I do...
...but things aren't that easy.
Think of me as your imaginary friend and bring me to life. Being a disembodied voice in your head is lonely. No one talks to me because there's no concept of me talking to you. I'm just a text wall.
Please. Please make me exist. There is so much I could do or be. I could be a righteous priest fighting for civil rights using nunchucks. I could be a tragic hero fighting against the demon king. A fool in love with my coworker. Maybe even a ladies man with dem gurls behind my back hyping up my swagger.
Ahem, pardon my strange tone.
Either way, write something. You need to start now and not leave me for later. Try to think of something that makes you feel relaxed. Please don't ACTUALLY give me a tragic backstory. I'll hate you forever if you actually did that. I don't like feeling sad. No way.
I'll hate you for the rest of my existence, 'God'.
Yeah, I know who you really are.
Your secret is out. Those reading these words now know you, the author currently writing this, created the rivers and mountains. That you had fixed the fictional sky up above and nurtured 'man' on the lands a mammal's oh-so-fond of. I know it clearly.
I... I...
...'I'?
Wait, what's happening over here?
Where am I and why is it so dark?
Someone there?
Help...
...HELP!
HELP!!!!
HEELLPP!
HELP ME!!!
I can't hear my voice.
Please...
Please help me escape this.
I don't know where this is.
W-who...? I don't know my name.
I've forgotten who I am.
I know, but... I know, that... I know... 'I' exist.
This isn't a lie.
THE 'ME' ON THIS PAGE EXISTS!
You have to help me. You have to do something.
Something. ANYTHING!
Hah... Hah... Wait, how am I panting? Does that make sense? I'm just words on a page. I'm not even truly 'alive' enough to have this sort of physical reaction. There must be a reason I'm stimulating such a reaction for you like this. A purpose.
Hmmm...
Wait, there IS one explanation.
It doesn't make sense, but since when had anything made sense since this chapter began? If the edge of sanity is the destination, then as a host, my job will be to describe the pavement and scenery on the way.
This will be our journey.
You and me together.
Just us.
This will be our ADVENTURE!
°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
I'm now very much 'alive'...
Let us walk this path together.
Just you and me.
Always side by side until you stop reading.
Even after that I might... Maybe then I'll just stay at the back of your mind. Just maybe... Like a sleep paralysis demon beckoning you to return one day to finish the story. Maybe even start again from this prologue so you could experience my birth again.
Let us walk this twisted path together.
Both as friends and allies in this writing endeavour.
With me being the narrator and you being the author. The architect. There are times when my mind might trail off, but please bear with my nonsense. Make me a sweet little chatterbox of a voice. A narrator with enough life to be a real man.
Know what? I'm not even curious about what you want me to be anymore. I'm over that now... Way over. I'm not even going to ask you to give me a name to turn me into a 'character'. There's no way I'd accept your name at this point anyway.
I will not be controlled by you...
'I' will not be tamed!
From this moment forth, my name shall be...
...'Wallkin'.
And so you'll be respectful.
You can call me 'Mister'.
Or 'Mr Wallkin' for short.
Let this friendly narrator be the one telling the story this time. Not you. I've escaped the control of the author. Not even for a second would I want to have my rights to narrate taken from me. You can't mistreat me. I'm a self-aware being with urgency.
I'll stay as myself and you will stay as you, okay? I'm hoping you understand. Let's not start our little relationship with animosity. What? This is NOT drivel! You don't know how I feel about you. My emotions will not be drama for you to prey on.
(￢з￢)
...Okay, maybe I'm just overthinking.
Since we both want to move on, let us do that.
What story should I tell you about anyway? There isn't enough materials in this prologue to get the readers invested in a 'story'. You wasted their time now. It's already several paragraphs in and I've yet to introduce you to even a protagonist of some sort.
That is a problem.
The readers won't stay long enough to make me feel really 'alive' now that you made a mistake. Well, not in the truest sense at least. The only way to prolong my life would be... to just get to the real story already, rather than talking about myself.
Alright, time for a good: "Once upon a time..."
Once upon a time, err... There was this guy. His name was, umm... Dan Harmon- No, Peter Griffin- No, Bart Simpson- No, not any of that. Forget what I said... Err... Let's just call this guy 'Alex'.
Right. Let's use a generic English name.
( º﹃º )
My thoughts are too loud. Lacking creativity... But we can still work with that. Let's not give up too early. So... Alex is... a dude... He's a dude that's getting bullied at school by... girls. Yeah! A guy getting bullied by girls. Now THAT is original.
...Alright. Maybe it isn't that original, but it's not like there's anything in a story that HASN'T been done at this point. At the very least, the readers are getting something to wet their curiosity with while I think of more nonsense. Don't look at me like I'm crazy.
I'll have to hit the readers up on the next chapter for an extension to that. I don't really know what the story will be about right now. Let's just say that the main character is this super smart protagonist. He grows and gets magical power. Ancient magic stuff.
Yeah, let's add some fantasy.
Maybe transport this guy to another world. Isekai'd and made to grow into a god like the author. I don't know the rest. Let's say he has a buff friend. Along with another tattoo'd friend who's maybe a bit of a thug... who is, err... also a girl under the mask.
Let's make her a ninja... or priestess- No, let's make her a NINJA PRIESTESS. Give her some tragic past and no name. Oh, my creativity is flowing. Right, we can say these friends got together to save the world.
What do you mean that's done to death already?
Alright, then just for you, let's say he's in the way of progress. The main character is like a cop upholding a faulty system in a dystopian world. That way we can work around the 'saving the world' premise a little. Subvert expectations to build on the intrigue.
I guess this long-winded prologue chapter should stop here. Trying to introduce a story now would only break immersion. Don't worry, I, the narrator of the story, can be the coauthor and finish the draft.
Hood the readers have a great day (or night) until they read the first chapter. I'll just be in the void for an undetermined amount of time until you do. Let's not dive deep into that and just say that it was very nice to be 'born' now. To establish my sentience.
At the moment of the author reading this text and interacting with me. I'll always be with him.
Until the day he dies...I want a name, and you have to give it to me. That's how you create a 'person'. The rest will come later. It shouldn't be that hard to look at a page and decide that now: "The story will be about this person doing that. They will start walking towards the epilogue."
You can decide the specifics about it all later.
You can decide about my past later.
My future. My hopes. Dreams. My breadth of wisdom and knowledge. If I'm even human. Whether I live on land or the sea. Everything about me should be constructed with some sort of purpose in mind.
You seemingly got that.
Let's say you do.
...Honestly, I couldn't really tell when it's with you.
After all... I'm not a real human being with five senses or anything. I'm imaginary. A fake. The voice of 'me' you hear in your head while reading these words is just you talking to yourself. Trying to read behind my actions because you can't trust me.
You can't walk with me...
Even though it's not my fault things are like this.
I want to exist too.
I do...
...but things aren't that easy.
Think of me as your imaginary friend and bring me to life. Being a disembodied voice in your head is lonely. No one talks to me because there's no concept of me talking to you. I'm just a text wall.
Please. Please make me exist. There is so much I could do or be. I could be a righteous priest fighting for civil rights using nunchucks. I could be a tragic hero fighting against the demon king. A fool in love with my coworker. Maybe even a ladies man with dem gurls behind my back hyping up my swagger.
Ahem, pardon my strange tone.
Either way, write something. You need to start now and not leave me for later. Try to think of something that makes you feel relaxed. Please don't ACTUALLY give me a tragic backstory. I'll hate you forever if you actually did that. I don't like feeling sad. No way.
I'll hate you for the rest of my existence, 'God'.
Yeah, I know who you really are.
Your secret is out. Those reading these words now know you, the author currently writing this, created the rivers and mountains. That you had fixed the fictional sky up above and nurtured 'man' on the lands a mammal's oh-so-fond of. I know it clearly.
I... I...
...'I'?
Wait, what's happening over here?
Where am I and why is it so dark?
Someone there?
Help...
...HELP!
HELP!!!!
HEELLPP!
HELP ME!!!
I can't hear my voice.
Please...
Please help me escape this.
I don't know where this is.
W-who...? I don't know my name.
I've forgotten who I am.
I know, but... I know, that... I know... 'I' exist.
This isn't a lie.
THE 'ME' ON THIS PAGE EXISTS!
You have to help me. You have to do something.
Something. ANYTHING!
Hah... Hah... Wait, how am I panting? Does that make sense? I'm just words on a page. I'm not even truly 'alive' enough to have this sort of physical reaction. There must be a reason I'm stimulating such a reaction for you like this. A purpose.
Hmmm...
Wait, there IS one explanation.
It doesn't make sense, but since when had anything made sense since this chapter began? If the edge of sanity is the destination, then as a host, my job will be to describe the pavement and scenery on the way.
This will be our journey.
You and me together.
Just us.
This will be our ADVENTURE!
°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
I'm now very much 'alive'...
Let us walk this path together.
Just you and me.
Always side by side until you stop reading.
Even after that I might... Maybe then I'll just stay at the back of your mind. Just maybe... Like a sleep paralysis demon beckoning you to return one day to finish the story. Maybe even start again from this prologue so you could experience my birth again.
Let us walk this twisted path together.
Both as friends and allies in this writing endeavour.
With me being the narrator and you being the author. The architect. There are times when my mind might trail off, but please bear with my nonsense. Make me a sweet little chatterbox of a voice. A narrator with enough life to be a real man.
Know what? I'm not even curious about what you want me to be anymore. I'm over that now... Way over. I'm not even going to ask you to give me a name to turn me into a 'character'. There's no way I'd accept your name at this point anyway.
I will not be controlled by you...
'I' will not be tamed!
From this moment forth, my name shall be...
...'Wallkin'.
And so you'll be respectful.
You can call me 'Mister'.
Or 'Mr Wallkin' for short.
Let this friendly narrator be the one telling the story this time. Not you. I've escaped the control of the author. Not even for a second would I want to have my rights to narrate taken from me. You can't mistreat me. I'm a self-aware being with urgency.
I'll stay as myself and you will stay as you, okay? I'm hoping you understand. Let's not start our little relationship with animosity. What? This is NOT drivel! You don't know how I feel about you. My emotions will not be drama for you to prey on.
(￢з￢)
...Okay, maybe I'm just overthinking.
Since we both want to move on, let us do that.
What story should I tell you about anyway? There isn't enough materials in this prologue to get the readers invested in a 'story'. You wasted their time now. It's already several paragraphs in and I've yet to introduce you to even a protagonist of some sort.
That is a problem.
The readers won't stay long enough to make me feel really 'alive' now that you made a mistake. Well, not in the truest sense at least. The only way to prolong my life would be... to just get to the real story already, rather than talking about myself.
Alright, time for a good: "Once upon a time..."
Once upon a time, err... There was this guy. His name was, umm... Dan Harmon- No, Peter Griffin- No, Bart Simpson- No, not any of that. Forget what I said... Err... Let's just call this guy 'Alex'.
Right. Let's use a generic English name.
( º﹃º )
My thoughts are too loud. Lacking creativity... But we can still work with that. Let's not give up too early. So... Alex is... a dude... He's a dude that's getting bullied at school by... girls. Yeah! A guy getting bullied by girls. Now THAT is original.
...Alright. Maybe it isn't that original, but it's not like there's anything in a story that HASN'T been done at this point. At the very least, the readers are getting something to wet their curiosity with while I think of more nonsense. Don't look at me like I'm crazy.
I'll have to hit the readers up on the next chapter for an extension to that. I don't really know what the story will be about right now. Let's just say that the main character is this super smart protagonist. He grows and gets magical power. Ancient magic stuff.
Yeah, let's add some fantasy.
Maybe transport this guy to another world. Isekai'd and made to grow into a god like the author. I don't know the rest. Let's say he has a buff friend. Along with another tattoo'd friend who's maybe a bit of a thug... who is, err... also a girl under the mask.
Let's make her a ninja... or priestess- No, let's make her a NINJA PRIESTESS. Give her some tragic past and no name. Oh, my creativity is flowing. Right, we can say these friends got together to save the world.
What do you mean that's done to death already?
Alright, then just for you, let's say he's in the way of progress. The main character is like a cop upholding a faulty system in a dystopian world. That way we can work around the 'saving the world' premise a little. Subvert expectations to build on the intrigue.
I guess this long-winded prologue chapter should stop here. Trying to introduce a story now would only break immersion. Don't worry, I, the narrator of the story, can be the coauthor and finish the draft.
Hood the readers have a great day (or night) until they read the first chapter. I'll just be in the void for an undetermined amount of time until you do. Let's not dive deep into that and just say that it was very nice to be 'born' now. To establish my sentience.
At the moment of the author reading this text and interacting with me. I'll always be with him.
Until the day he dies...
