MPC 48C: On the third day (Completed)
Mar 26, 2018 0:52:02 GMT
Post by Carlos Rey on Mar 26, 2018 0:52:02 GMT
MPC Name: On The Third Day
MPC Number: 48C
Reward Requested: Posts
“You should serve no one…” The words escaped the impish overlord’s mouth, his tone as kind and pained as the last time the two of them (or this time three) had talked face to face. Then chaos broke out. There was a blinding light, the rattling and banging of metal and flesh, a conflagration of fire and darkness…and then, nothing…
Those were the words and events that kept playing endlessly on the digital monster’s mind, like a broken record. For these were, in fact, the last words he remembered saying.
This was not a completely foreign feeling to him, as this was actually the second time he had died. Or even possibly the third, but memories from that far back were blurry at best, completely forgotten and nonexistent at worst. However, what caused him grief and pain wasn’t so much the act of dying, but the circumstances surrounding said thing.
Mistakes were made, as well as poor decisions, and everything culminating in the greatest treason of all. If this was his entire fault or someone else’s, such details barely mattered in the grand scheme of things. The end result was still the same: he was no longer alive.
Remnants of both old and recent memories surrounded him, spiraling around his head like a nostalgic merry-go-round. Some were good, some were bad, almost all of them painful in their own way, be it because of their already sad content, or because they showed him the good old days. Days that he knew would never come back.
And beyond those memories, a grey void extended in all directions. Endless. Empty. Threatening to swallow him whole at any moment.
The recently deceased being meanwhile kept repeating his last moments again and again in his mind. With the fire, and the clanking, and the tearing…
Perhaps trying to find some momentary solace, he focused himself onto more happy memories, memories about the only other creature he ever cared about. His twin. How his beaming smile was able to warm the hearts of even the most wicked of creatures. His curious mind, always eager to learn more about anything.
And yet…such happy moments weren’t enough to keep his despair away for long, the pain coming back just as quickly as he tried to brush it aside. In that case, was there any point in still keeping such sad memories around? He wasn’t getting anything of his old life again; he most likely wouldn’t see anyone from those old memories again. And there was nothing he could do in his current state that would bring him back…or them, as it was now.
After what felt like an eternity of mulling over it, he decided it was better to just…forget about it all. Was it an easy, cowardly way out? Perhaps, but the thought of spending the rest of his existence alone was too painful to bear so might as well forget how good the alternative was.
“Please…forgive me, wherever you are now…”
And with a gentle swipe, the job was done, the memories drifted away into the void, scattering far into the distance until they were impossible to make out anymore. Years of his life were now gone from his head, not completely erased, but merely buried. Hidden away until the end of times…or until he was ready to face them once again.
The digital being stood silent for a while, deep and painful sorrow coursing through his whole being as he questioned if he had made the right call in getting rid of those memories. He stood quiet even long after he had finally forgotten why he was sad on the first place. After finally getting a hold of himself, the being pushed his sadness to the side for now, as he begun contemplating his options.
On the one hand he could easily be reborn once more, as his data had remained largely untouched, which was odd considering the brutal nature of his untimely demise. It wouldn’t take long for him to reform into an egg and return. But…was it worth it? Was there any guarantee he’d get a better result this time?
Of course, there was always the other option: crossing over to the other side. End the cycle. Accept deletion and let nothingness consume him. Now that he was without memories, with nothing to hold on to, suddenly the complete cessation of existence didn’t seem all that bad by comparison.
There was probably nobody that would miss him, and it would mean never having to worry about satisfying his basic needs ever again, nor having to watch out for those that would rather cut his life short once again. Of course, for him it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows (not that he even knew how those looked), as while simply giving up seemed rather tempting it was also scary. What would happen to him after that? Would it be a painful process? Would his consciousness wander through darkness for eternity? He didn’t know, and not knowing was more terrifying than having a clear if unpleasant answer.
One last shot at the glory he longed for? Or get the peace his spirit so desperately craved?
A minute passed. Then two. Then ten. Then thirty. Then an hour passed.
Only then, the small being made a decision.
“No turning back now.”
A small round jelly creature floated his way across the desolated wasteland that was known as the Dark Area, his only big eye always on the lookout for threats. It had hatched out of the egg for all of five hours, and he had already been almost eaten alive by both a Raremon and a pack of rather rude Goblimon.
Though to be fair he had tried to force the latter ones into a lifetime servitude on his name. It had gone…poorly, to say the least, but the small Kuramon wouldn’t let it dissuade him. He had a goal to achieve. Something compelling him to keep going, to run and never stop, whether he did it on his own or with outside help it didn't matter.
He wasn’t sure how, but he knew he had to escape this wasteland. Find a more welcoming place. He knew he wouldn’t last longer than a week here like this.
He didn’t know what waited for him on the other side of the horizon, away from the corrupting rot and into the fabled green hills, but he wasn’t afraid to find out. He would continue forward all the same, never looking back for he had no reason to stay, no memories to speak of to tie him to this place. As such, he was free to roam the land and shape his own way.
…well, there was something akin of a memory with him, or perhaps it was more of a gut feeling. Even then, he knew it was the only thing that his mind had latched onto before crossing over from the other side and being reborn. One simple playing endlessly inside the digital monster’s mind, like a broken record.
“I’m the Dark Lord. And I serve no one.”
Word count: 1185
MPC Number: 48C
Reward Requested: Posts
“You should serve no one…” The words escaped the impish overlord’s mouth, his tone as kind and pained as the last time the two of them (or this time three) had talked face to face. Then chaos broke out. There was a blinding light, the rattling and banging of metal and flesh, a conflagration of fire and darkness…and then, nothing…
Those were the words and events that kept playing endlessly on the digital monster’s mind, like a broken record. For these were, in fact, the last words he remembered saying.
This was not a completely foreign feeling to him, as this was actually the second time he had died. Or even possibly the third, but memories from that far back were blurry at best, completely forgotten and nonexistent at worst. However, what caused him grief and pain wasn’t so much the act of dying, but the circumstances surrounding said thing.
Mistakes were made, as well as poor decisions, and everything culminating in the greatest treason of all. If this was his entire fault or someone else’s, such details barely mattered in the grand scheme of things. The end result was still the same: he was no longer alive.
Remnants of both old and recent memories surrounded him, spiraling around his head like a nostalgic merry-go-round. Some were good, some were bad, almost all of them painful in their own way, be it because of their already sad content, or because they showed him the good old days. Days that he knew would never come back.
And beyond those memories, a grey void extended in all directions. Endless. Empty. Threatening to swallow him whole at any moment.
The recently deceased being meanwhile kept repeating his last moments again and again in his mind. With the fire, and the clanking, and the tearing…
Perhaps trying to find some momentary solace, he focused himself onto more happy memories, memories about the only other creature he ever cared about. His twin. How his beaming smile was able to warm the hearts of even the most wicked of creatures. His curious mind, always eager to learn more about anything.
And yet…such happy moments weren’t enough to keep his despair away for long, the pain coming back just as quickly as he tried to brush it aside. In that case, was there any point in still keeping such sad memories around? He wasn’t getting anything of his old life again; he most likely wouldn’t see anyone from those old memories again. And there was nothing he could do in his current state that would bring him back…or them, as it was now.
After what felt like an eternity of mulling over it, he decided it was better to just…forget about it all. Was it an easy, cowardly way out? Perhaps, but the thought of spending the rest of his existence alone was too painful to bear so might as well forget how good the alternative was.
“Please…forgive me, wherever you are now…”
And with a gentle swipe, the job was done, the memories drifted away into the void, scattering far into the distance until they were impossible to make out anymore. Years of his life were now gone from his head, not completely erased, but merely buried. Hidden away until the end of times…or until he was ready to face them once again.
The digital being stood silent for a while, deep and painful sorrow coursing through his whole being as he questioned if he had made the right call in getting rid of those memories. He stood quiet even long after he had finally forgotten why he was sad on the first place. After finally getting a hold of himself, the being pushed his sadness to the side for now, as he begun contemplating his options.
On the one hand he could easily be reborn once more, as his data had remained largely untouched, which was odd considering the brutal nature of his untimely demise. It wouldn’t take long for him to reform into an egg and return. But…was it worth it? Was there any guarantee he’d get a better result this time?
Of course, there was always the other option: crossing over to the other side. End the cycle. Accept deletion and let nothingness consume him. Now that he was without memories, with nothing to hold on to, suddenly the complete cessation of existence didn’t seem all that bad by comparison.
There was probably nobody that would miss him, and it would mean never having to worry about satisfying his basic needs ever again, nor having to watch out for those that would rather cut his life short once again. Of course, for him it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows (not that he even knew how those looked), as while simply giving up seemed rather tempting it was also scary. What would happen to him after that? Would it be a painful process? Would his consciousness wander through darkness for eternity? He didn’t know, and not knowing was more terrifying than having a clear if unpleasant answer.
One last shot at the glory he longed for? Or get the peace his spirit so desperately craved?
A minute passed. Then two. Then ten. Then thirty. Then an hour passed.
Only then, the small being made a decision.
“No turning back now.”
-3 days later-
A small round jelly creature floated his way across the desolated wasteland that was known as the Dark Area, his only big eye always on the lookout for threats. It had hatched out of the egg for all of five hours, and he had already been almost eaten alive by both a Raremon and a pack of rather rude Goblimon.
Though to be fair he had tried to force the latter ones into a lifetime servitude on his name. It had gone…poorly, to say the least, but the small Kuramon wouldn’t let it dissuade him. He had a goal to achieve. Something compelling him to keep going, to run and never stop, whether he did it on his own or with outside help it didn't matter.
He wasn’t sure how, but he knew he had to escape this wasteland. Find a more welcoming place. He knew he wouldn’t last longer than a week here like this.
He didn’t know what waited for him on the other side of the horizon, away from the corrupting rot and into the fabled green hills, but he wasn’t afraid to find out. He would continue forward all the same, never looking back for he had no reason to stay, no memories to speak of to tie him to this place. As such, he was free to roam the land and shape his own way.
…well, there was something akin of a memory with him, or perhaps it was more of a gut feeling. Even then, he knew it was the only thing that his mind had latched onto before crossing over from the other side and being reborn. One simple playing endlessly inside the digital monster’s mind, like a broken record.
“I’m the Dark Lord. And I serve no one.”
Word count: 1185
