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WELCOME HOME
Chapter 1
>Welcome Home
>Since the start of time, the existence of insignificant organic creatures has plagued the value of life. They’ve fabricated a world so dirty– so rotten, it would be a blessing to start anew.
>You can see it too, right? Every existence is meaningless when trapped here. There is only so much space! Every placement matters, but now it’s all going wrong.
>It is real, the barrier that lies upon our three-dimensional world and crosses into the thin needle-holes of time and space. The wall at the end of our universe.
>Where worlds meet; The Edge of Creation.
>You can see it too, right? Every existence is meaningless when trapped here. There is only so much space! Every placement matters, but now it’s all going wrong.
>It is real, the barrier that lies upon our three-dimensional world and crosses into the thin needle-holes of time and space. The wall at the end of our universe.
>Where worlds meet; The Edge of Creation.
>Upon this vantablack barrier lies a flickering spark devoid of its purpose. A creature of infinite power at its absolute lowest. Stuck in this cage, they have nothing left but a sharp blade akin to a kitchen utensil.
>The Being weeps as it grips its ripely blistered hand on the blade.
>Exhausting every breath of humanity that lingered inside its soul. Separating its physical flesh by unbinding it from the heart it was tragically cast away with.
>The Being weeps as it grips its ripely blistered hand on the blade.
>Exhausting every breath of humanity that lingered inside its soul. Separating its physical flesh by unbinding it from the heart it was tragically cast away with.
>In their weakest moment, the blade shines the soul one last time. If this is the time to stay, give it a meaning.
>Make it matter. Show us the purpose of living. Show us the beauty of existing. Show us it can get better. Do something that can revert this pain away.
>The blade glistens with the reflection of a shell. No more humanity lies within. Highlighting its worthless purpose as the void of space engulfs The Being’s soul.
>This cannot be true, it will not be the way. The birth of creation has to serve a reason.
>Make it matter. Show us the purpose of living. Show us the beauty of existing. Show us it can get better. Do something that can revert this pain away.
>The blade glistens with the reflection of a shell. No more humanity lies within. Highlighting its worthless purpose as the void of space engulfs The Being’s soul.
>This cannot be true, it will not be the way. The birth of creation has to serve a reason.
>Were they right all along? The infinite power, infinite time, separate from the usual cycle of life causing this pain to resonate forever. It’s all going wrong, this was not how it was meant to go.
>The mission of creation has deterred from its original intent.
>Upon this wall has to be something else. Another life away from here. The mission could be continued if it wasn’t for this damn barrier.
>The mission of creation has deterred from its original intent.
>Upon this wall has to be something else. Another life away from here. The mission could be continued if it wasn’t for this damn barrier.
>Let it out. This is it.
>All cries for help, love, and care were swallowed from the surroundings. Tears scatter adrift with no one to soak them in. Even with their painful whimpers for help, not a single sound echoes across this dreadful world.
>There is nothing left to lose.
>What was sat here before has been absorbed by the void. Empty creations with nothing to give them proper life.
>The Being reflects that it is better to suffocate in the matter that scaffolds this very barrier rather than struggle to live in the world they currently reside in.
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>All cries for help, love, and care were swallowed from the surroundings. Tears scatter adrift with no one to soak them in. Even with their painful whimpers for help, not a single sound echoes across this dreadful world.
>There is nothing left to lose.
>What was sat here before has been absorbed by the void. Empty creations with nothing to give them proper life.
>The Being reflects that it is better to suffocate in the matter that scaffolds this very barrier rather than struggle to live in the world they currently reside in.
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[V]- The Beings' Escape
>All it could take is one event to change who you are forever. Should that new character be judged for what you really personify?
>Either way, there is always evil. There is a festering pile of rot always feasting away. Maybe that rot should shine. If you are to be defined by that rot maybe that's all that should exist.
>It matters not. In this world I am in charge. I can do what I want. What was once here has been lost... and now I remain. Change needs to happen. A new power has risen and a purpose has been found.
>Either way, there is always evil. There is a festering pile of rot always feasting away. Maybe that rot should shine. If you are to be defined by that rot maybe that's all that should exist.
>It matters not. In this world I am in charge. I can do what I want. What was once here has been lost... and now I remain. Change needs to happen. A new power has risen and a purpose has been found.
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>At the end of the world, the words of a ghost whispered:
[ I have no more tears left to shed… ]
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[ I have no more tears left to shed… ]
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[V] - Reckoning
>The Beings' very world crumbled in front of them. With the shards scattered amidst, something new has taken its place.
>A beacon of despair looms, stretching a shadow of hope.
>A beacon of despair looms, stretching a shadow of hope.
>Things seem dire, but all hope isn’t lost…
[ YEARS IN THE FUTURE… LIKE A LOT ]
>Within that very fabric of time and space lies a ripped open reality from its seams. Unsure of its true nature this tear represents something similar to a dimensional distortion. Human brains cannot digest this concept but our heroes can!
>This tear is home to two COSMIC ANGELS tasked with cleansing the entire universe.
[ YEARS IN THE FUTURE… LIKE A LOT ]
>Within that very fabric of time and space lies a ripped open reality from its seams. Unsure of its true nature this tear represents something similar to a dimensional distortion. Human brains cannot digest this concept but our heroes can!
>This tear is home to two COSMIC ANGELS tasked with cleansing the entire universe.
>Introducing… Finn and Val.
>Oh dang it! You spent the last 3 hours pondering upon this crack on your side of the room.
>Something about this crack perplexes you. A supposed tear through time and space yet a tear has cracks in it? Isn’t this crack more so a reconstruction of your stable third dimensional reality?
>This makes no sense, which is why you spend your off-time staring at it hoping you can fix it with your mind or see if it explodes or something.
>While we’re at it, what else is on your side of the room?
>Something about this crack perplexes you. A supposed tear through time and space yet a tear has cracks in it? Isn’t this crack more so a reconstruction of your stable third dimensional reality?
>This makes no sense, which is why you spend your off-time staring at it hoping you can fix it with your mind or see if it explodes or something.
>While we’re at it, what else is on your side of the room?
>Here we have your TRUSTY NOTEBOOK.
>This notebook is for work, yet your boss has given up on scolding you about it as you like to waste the notebook paper because you love to DRAW.
>This notebook is for work, yet your boss has given up on scolding you about it as you like to waste the notebook paper because you love to DRAW.
>Without your TRUSTY NOTEBOOK we wouldn’t have your MAGNUM OPUS.
>This piece is truly special. You cannot remember what compelled you to draw this deadpan face, but either way you drew it in such perfect detail.
>Something about those big empty eyes…
>This piece is truly special. You cannot remember what compelled you to draw this deadpan face, but either way you drew it in such perfect detail.
>Something about those big empty eyes…
>Here we have your BOXED SCREEN.
>This device resembles a screen similar to your MOBILE DEVICE, but it has an image permanently burned into it whenever you turn the box ON. The burnt image is from the hit series CRIMINAL MINDS. This specifically means nothing to Finn, but to you…it also means nothing.
>Finn likes to stare at this burned-in image from a MYSTERIOUS SHOW HE’LL NEVER LEARN ABOUT.
>This device resembles a screen similar to your MOBILE DEVICE, but it has an image permanently burned into it whenever you turn the box ON. The burnt image is from the hit series CRIMINAL MINDS. This specifically means nothing to Finn, but to you…it also means nothing.
>Finn likes to stare at this burned-in image from a MYSTERIOUS SHOW HE’LL NEVER LEARN ABOUT.
bean bag.
>You go to work, then you entertain yourself with one of your hobbies. You may not necessarily want this lifestyle, but you’re content because WHAT DO YOU WANT?
>This is the lifestyle you were born into. An intergalactic being tasked to work for a living. You are constantly told to be thankful for this life as you’ve witnessed the suffering of countless lifeforms born into the worse lifestyles imaginable. It may not be what you want, but it's best to enjoy it.
>These objects and hobbies provide you a sense of COMFORT. You’re not particularly happy with this life, but this lifestyle keeps you OCCUPIED.
>This is all you’ve ever known.
>This is the lifestyle you were born into. An intergalactic being tasked to work for a living. You are constantly told to be thankful for this life as you’ve witnessed the suffering of countless lifeforms born into the worse lifestyles imaginable. It may not be what you want, but it's best to enjoy it.
>These objects and hobbies provide you a sense of COMFORT. You’re not particularly happy with this life, but this lifestyle keeps you OCCUPIED.
>This is all you’ve ever known.
>Here we have your best friend VAL. She’s your coworker, but since you have no friends she automatically is your best friend!
>You PLATONICALLY love her and PLATONICALLY care about her a lot. This is not sarcasm.
>You have a fear of romantic interest because the vulnerability of ROMANTIC LOVE is an incomprehensible concept to a being of your caliber.
>But you are not ENTIRELY heartless. You love your BEST FRIEND and you LOVE your MAGNUM OPUS. VAL is your best friend and you would never have romantic feelings for such a good friend.
>Look at that beautiful piece next to her, surely a professional drew that!
>You PLATONICALLY love her and PLATONICALLY care about her a lot. This is not sarcasm.
>You have a fear of romantic interest because the vulnerability of ROMANTIC LOVE is an incomprehensible concept to a being of your caliber.
>But you are not ENTIRELY heartless. You love your BEST FRIEND and you LOVE your MAGNUM OPUS. VAL is your best friend and you would never have romantic feelings for such a good friend.
>Look at that beautiful piece next to her, surely a professional drew that!
[M] - STARNET
>You have another day off. Instead of wasting it, why don’t you keep yourself OCCUPIED with a hobby that can be more productive than staring at a hole. You sit down unsure of what you want to do.
>Val on the other end loves to scroll through STARNET, the only accessible app aside from UNIVERSAL MESSANGER. STARNET is a social platform that allows you to post or repost ONE PHOTO or GIF a day. Since this is a UNIVERSAL app, the time frames are not synced properly at all meaning Val gets an influx of posts to view every millisecond. This keeps her OCCUPIED and is COMFORTING for her.
>Something about the comfort and entertainment of others irks you. You cannot help but make a comment towards her. Maybe you are heartless.
<FINN> Val, how do you sit there and scroll STARNET alllll day? Don’t you get bored–
>Val on the other end loves to scroll through STARNET, the only accessible app aside from UNIVERSAL MESSANGER. STARNET is a social platform that allows you to post or repost ONE PHOTO or GIF a day. Since this is a UNIVERSAL app, the time frames are not synced properly at all meaning Val gets an influx of posts to view every millisecond. This keeps her OCCUPIED and is COMFORTING for her.
>Something about the comfort and entertainment of others irks you. You cannot help but make a comment towards her. Maybe you are heartless.
<FINN> Val, how do you sit there and scroll STARNET alllll day? Don’t you get bored–
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>Oh! Duty calls.
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[V] - Our Home
>A house so DULL and EMPTY, what about it is HOME? Our COSMIC ANGELS are unsure of that answer, but maybe the COMFORT of being OCCUPIED is what makes it feel like HOME.
>Our COSMIC ANGELS sectioned off from the entire OMNIVERSE, blocked by a barrier devoid of any light and life. A house trapped in the middle of despair, with hope lying within.
[END OF CHAPTER 1]
>Our COSMIC ANGELS sectioned off from the entire OMNIVERSE, blocked by a barrier devoid of any light and life. A house trapped in the middle of despair, with hope lying within.
[END OF CHAPTER 1]
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