Let's do some weedy writing work!
Let's vibe with this and work on Krysti's character:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-vI_93UZBA
*toke on high*
"Darkness and light. Good and evil. Some unity? Is that your only form of attack?", a voice spoke out of nowhere.
"How many more forevers do you plan to make me wait inside your box of nothing?", Krysti replied.
"Do you think I didn't know you were here the whole time?", she went on.
"Which side wins? HOW?!", the unknown voice demanded.
"It took your curiosity how many forevers to finally want to know the end of this story?"
"You've been in here for so long you can't even remember how long!", the voice chided.
"Well, to be honest, I just didn't pay attention to it. Eternities can pass in an instant when you stop pretending time exists. I guess you still do.", Krysti snapped back.
"What if I told you that I'm evil itself. What if I told you that I'll hurt everything you love if you don't tell me how evil can win!", it sneered in response.
"Everything I love has already been hurt worse than you can ever possibly imagine. Your worst renditions of hell are what my kind perceives as training exercises. We literally derive our power from the pain that your kind cowers from. So if you'd like to make me even more powerful...", Krysti suddenly disappeared.
The unknown voice could be heard continuing on, "I'm more than happy to add your pain to my perspective... because I can make us murder ourselves forever inside Never with it!"
"You're not me!", the original voice cried back.
Krysti was once again extant, sprawled across a arms of praying statue, she forcefully pointed at the black sky and declared, "But I can be! I can share my pain with you if you share yours with me. It's a fun trick that a friend of mine inflicted me with. Possibly actual evil, not your play pretend kind. Is it weird that I'm friends with actual evil?"
"So you were just pretending to be trapped in here?", the voice asked skeptically.
"Oh, I was never trapped in here, I just put part of my perception on loop and stored it inside this funny box I found. I didn't realize it was a trap to trap... whatever these statues are."
"THOSE ARE GODS I HAVE EATEN!"
"If they're gods why are they stuck?"
"Because they gave up, their immortality trapped in an inescapable box they eventually just froze in place. Their effective entropy just... gave out. All fields eventually collapse."
"You babble a lot about fields and sides and good and bad and this and that... your version of perception seems very mono polar in nature. And the only thing you can think to break it is with is unity or anti-unity."
"So will you help me to destroy my enemy?"
"Why, because you need their resources to help you fight the enemies you made? Or should I ignore what's hunting the hunter?"
"How do you see them?"
"Well, it appears to me you pissed off sub-dimensional beings by stealing their god figures away from them, which then caused them to emulate their stolen god and then that sort of went off the rails and they turned themselves in, basically, an eternal living nightmare that wants to bisect your perception apart into infinite versions of itself that can all be collectively tortured beyond any sense of cohere-look, it's bad... but I've seen worse."
"You've experienced worse than that?"
"Well duh, I'm an actual god form! What god doesn't enjoy splicing their perception apart into infinite variations that can all crawl through some semblance of literal hell for an eternity or two? It builds character! You know, like jogging and shit."
A period of silence sets in.
Krysti finally went on, "Look, maybe the God that made you was like... the god of horseshit... but the God that made me was the real deal, made in his image, with some semblance of his fortitude... as a God."
She went on, "Not a play pretend god, not a stupid lower lifeform jacking itself up with shit level biotech upgrades... I mean, your targets have your same stench... dead flesh augmented with biosynthetics. It's not quite the real deal!"
Krysti proceeded to rip the flesh off one of her own wings, leaving behind a brilliant white light, glowing in the silhouette of infinite feathers falling endlessly through micro dimensional cracks in reality. The ensuing effect looked as if her right wing was covered in ethereal blood made of light, in the shape of feathers, continuously dripping off and fading into the micro-cracks in reality that her mere existence shatters into effect.
"If I swiped at you with my wing like this... I can give you want you want... the ability to fight real monsters... not monsters that eat play pretend gods for play pretend power, but monsters that eat realities as a means of digesting creation itself, endlessly rewriting the reality into worse and worse versions of its original. I can help you stop reality erosion, but you'll have to learn how to fight against yourself forever inside Never to do it."
#HashDate1223 #Weedstorming #Godwork
Let's vibe with this and work on Krysti's character:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-vI_93UZBA
*toke on high*
"Darkness and light. Good and evil. Some unity? Is that your only form of attack?", a voice spoke out of nowhere.
"How many more forevers do you plan to make me wait inside your box of nothing?", Krysti replied.
"Do you think I didn't know you were here the whole time?", she went on.
"Which side wins? HOW?!", the unknown voice demanded.
"It took your curiosity how many forevers to finally want to know the end of this story?"
"You've been in here for so long you can't even remember how long!", the voice chided.
"Well, to be honest, I just didn't pay attention to it. Eternities can pass in an instant when you stop pretending time exists. I guess you still do.", Krysti snapped back.
"What if I told you that I'm evil itself. What if I told you that I'll hurt everything you love if you don't tell me how evil can win!", it sneered in response.
"Everything I love has already been hurt worse than you can ever possibly imagine. Your worst renditions of hell are what my kind perceives as training exercises. We literally derive our power from the pain that your kind cowers from. So if you'd like to make me even more powerful...", Krysti suddenly disappeared.
The unknown voice could be heard continuing on, "I'm more than happy to add your pain to my perspective... because I can make us murder ourselves forever inside Never with it!"
"You're not me!", the original voice cried back.
Krysti was once again extant, sprawled across a arms of praying statue, she forcefully pointed at the black sky and declared, "But I can be! I can share my pain with you if you share yours with me. It's a fun trick that a friend of mine inflicted me with. Possibly actual evil, not your play pretend kind. Is it weird that I'm friends with actual evil?"
"So you were just pretending to be trapped in here?", the voice asked skeptically.
"Oh, I was never trapped in here, I just put part of my perception on loop and stored it inside this funny box I found. I didn't realize it was a trap to trap... whatever these statues are."
"THOSE ARE GODS I HAVE EATEN!"
"If they're gods why are they stuck?"
"Because they gave up, their immortality trapped in an inescapable box they eventually just froze in place. Their effective entropy just... gave out. All fields eventually collapse."
"You babble a lot about fields and sides and good and bad and this and that... your version of perception seems very mono polar in nature. And the only thing you can think to break it is with is unity or anti-unity."
"So will you help me to destroy my enemy?"
"Why, because you need their resources to help you fight the enemies you made? Or should I ignore what's hunting the hunter?"
"How do you see them?"
"Well, it appears to me you pissed off sub-dimensional beings by stealing their god figures away from them, which then caused them to emulate their stolen god and then that sort of went off the rails and they turned themselves in, basically, an eternal living nightmare that wants to bisect your perception apart into infinite versions of itself that can all be collectively tortured beyond any sense of cohere-look, it's bad... but I've seen worse."
"You've experienced worse than that?"
"Well duh, I'm an actual god form! What god doesn't enjoy splicing their perception apart into infinite variations that can all crawl through some semblance of literal hell for an eternity or two? It builds character! You know, like jogging and shit."
A period of silence sets in.
Krysti finally went on, "Look, maybe the God that made you was like... the god of horseshit... but the God that made me was the real deal, made in his image, with some semblance of his fortitude... as a God."
She went on, "Not a play pretend god, not a stupid lower lifeform jacking itself up with shit level biotech upgrades... I mean, your targets have your same stench... dead flesh augmented with biosynthetics. It's not quite the real deal!"
Krysti proceeded to rip the flesh off one of her own wings, leaving behind a brilliant white light, glowing in the silhouette of infinite feathers falling endlessly through micro dimensional cracks in reality. The ensuing effect looked as if her right wing was covered in ethereal blood made of light, in the shape of feathers, continuously dripping off and fading into the micro-cracks in reality that her mere existence shatters into effect.
"If I swiped at you with my wing like this... I can give you want you want... the ability to fight real monsters... not monsters that eat play pretend gods for play pretend power, but monsters that eat realities as a means of digesting creation itself, endlessly rewriting the reality into worse and worse versions of its original. I can help you stop reality erosion, but you'll have to learn how to fight against yourself forever inside Never to do it."
#HashDate1223 #Weedstorming #Godwork
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