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Slay Level: 25 Posts: 220/339 EXP: 85592 For next: 4028 Since: 04-28-05 From: Threshold Between Heaven and Hell Since last post: 1 day Last activity: 1 day |
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| (To be updated regularly. Comments, questions and discussion welcomed.) "Greetings." He began politely, sitting casually in front of a wide steel table in a dimly lit room. "My name is Habesa. In three hours and twenty-two minutes, my life will be ended by the state. My only regret is that my vast wealths of knowledge will be lost and not disseminated. I have chosen to impart to you the story that only I know, which I estimate will be of most value to the ages." He pauses here and rises from his seat, it's metal screeching across the floor, making your ears strain. He seems used to the sound, and flinches not. Taking a deep, prepatory breath, he continues. "The Maganigi Hell Project, the Ousting of The Four, the Great Relocation of Hubb City. History has recorded these events extensively." He gestures while thinking of how to word what he wants to say. "Extensively...yes. But not exhaustively." A shift of focus. "Our very culture and way of life is built upon lessons we as the human race supposedly learned at the culmination of these events. I...I mean, I'm just one person, so my opinion matters little, but I think, all this greatness we have today, it came at what cost? At what cost?" He reiterated, for emphasis. Looking across the room and across the table at you, his facial expression changes to a fatherly smile. "I can see I'm confusing you; you're pretty young, so class - I'm sure - only briefly discussed these events, and from a skewed view, no less. Just, hear me out when I say that everything you know about the history of our state is fabricated. Okay okay, maybe that's a bit overly dramatic; not everything. But those events, which we have - in modern times - dubbed the Big Three, those events that define the character, the personality of our very nation, are totally changed in light of my research." Pacing back and forth by this point, he stopped and let out a dry, single laugh. "But who's gonna believe the most hated man in the world, right?" He tightened his fists and shook them a bit as he let out a grunt of discontent. "I'm just so passionate about this; I know what I know, but nobody in the entire world is going to believe me. I just hope you will. You're my last hope. When we're finished talking, you're going to hand me that pen in your pocket, and lift your shirt. I'll write an address on your stomach - since the guards would be able to see writing on your arm or something - and you'll go to my office; the one that wasn't raided, that is. In it are doccuments which prove what I say is true, and furthermore, there are other doccuments which prove those originals to be authentic!" His eyes were suddenly filled with a hope that disturbed his thus-far calm facade. You could just see the cogs turning in his mind as he paced madly, deciding on what to say next. "Mashiru." He paused and let the word echo through the small inmate-visitor room that nonviolent offenders were afforded. "This word fills us with a sense of personality, a sense of national identity, a sense of pride...which is why people despise me so much. Because I seek to bring a terrible truth to light, a truth about the person behind the legend, behind Mashiru, the hero of our nation, a supposed bringer of peace and gallant warrior, fighting for the ideals of justice and freedom." He scoffed reactively at the thought of this person actually fufilling the legend he's trumped up to be. Habesa again stopped to let his speech seep into your psyche, waiting to let it take full effect. You can't help but find this drama to be odd, coming from someone who has a very finite time left to live. "What I uncovered was Mashiru's personal diary, or, at least fragments of it. They piece together a horrible story of a man whose sanity slowly and painfully left him. It...when..." Habesa began struggling to find words once more, "...the... He discovered something. What that something is, I still don't know, but he found out something that no one else in the known history of our entire species ever knew, and it drove him mad. Absolutely mad." He sat down for a moment, but quickly rose once more in a restless fit. He slowed his pace and eventually gained composure, moving the seat from the middle of the table aside so he could stand there, as if at a podium and addressing a welcoming crowd. "The true story of Mashiru starts at the age of six, but that requires some back story. Err, forward-story, I uhh, what I mean to say is, you need to know about his...future before you know about his...past...so that you can know about his real future and the..." Once again, his composure is lost. He sighs and makes a dismissing gesture while shaking his head at himself. "Perhaps it's better if I simply recite to you the passages of his diary - I memorized them - and let you piece things together on your own. Yes, the best way for you to understand what I understand is to experience it in the same way I did. Think. Think as hard as you can, imagine you are Mashiru and you're going through all that he describes in the diary." Habesa pulled the metal chair back to it's original position and sat down, holding his hands together and bowing his head, eyes closed. His face turned grave and his voice seemed to change in sound. You are no longer talking with Magrias Habesa, the archeologist, history enthusiast, researcher and soon-to-be-executed criminal of high treason. You are now hearing the words of Mashiru, the hero of a nation...or perhaps, the antithesis of it. Ma (edited by Slay on 07-06-05 03:08 PM) (edited by Slay on 07-08-05 04:50 AM) (edited by Slay on 07-16-05 02:32 PM) |
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Possessed Metal axe Level: 17  Posts: 26/161 EXP: 22987 For next: 1756 Since: 06-28-05 Since last post: 100 days Last activity: 94 days |
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| Wow, that's really good. I've never seen anything like it. The only bad thing I can say is you need to hurry up and finish it before I go mad wondering what happens next. I could see everything that happened as though it were on a screen in front of me. (edited by Possessed on 07-05-05 12:50 PM) |
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Teddylot It was a dark and stormy night ... Level: 44 Posts: 704/851 EXP: 606742 For next: 4543 Since: 03-15-04 From: Not today. Since last post: 1 day Last activity: 8 hours |
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| Zap opened the door to Slay's private reading session which was being held in the Story Forum Wing of Acmlm Tower. He took a seat in the back of the room to listen in on the story for a few minutes to pass away the time, however, it wasn't quite what he expected. After Slay paused in his reading for a moment, Zap, the new moderator's personal assistant spoke up ... Zap: Hey there, Slay. Umm, great story so far and I'm glad you're giving this forum some nice attention, but I'm afraid this is the wrong place for it. The Story Forum is actually for interactive stories, roleplaying if you will, while your "Diary" belongs more to the Modern Art section of this building. Besides, I'm sure it'll get more attention there anyways. |
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Shyguy The Original Femme Fatale! Level: 57  Posts: 1459/1998 EXP: 1443008 For next: 42920 Since: 02-14-05 Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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| This is keeping me on the edge of my seat! Please don't stop with this. | |||
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Slay Level: 25 Posts: 238/339 EXP: 85592 For next: 4028 Since: 04-28-05 From: Threshold Between Heaven and Hell Since last post: 1 day Last activity: 1 day |
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| Sorry it took so long to update after the first Fragment. I was suffering from, as they say, "writer's block." For you see, I am making this story up as I go. I do not know the characters very well, I am uncertain of their interpersonal relationships, and I'm quite unsure of where this is all heading. I find that when I write for myself, I tend to procrastinate, and rarely get anything down on paper, content to let the stories the come to me dwell in my mind. When I have an audience, however, I am compelled to produce words with some form of regularity. In my dreams last night, Gray appeared, as did a new character. This is what gave me the inspiration to write a new Fragment. Pay close attention to the dates of the diary entries, and enjoy all that is to come. |
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