Post by Gor/Strauss on Feb 11, 2009 23:56:59 GMT
*note I will finish this later...I'm unsure how to progress past this point, I know how to end it..but currently I am at brick wall...
Ohwell
*
It's all better when I sleep. I become...real when I sleep and that makes me...calm..
And what exactly is it that happens when you sleep?
I dream of course..don't you dream?
Yes Galen, I dream. Everybody dreams. But lets talk about your dreams.
Ahh. My dreams..I dream of many things. Home, or at least what I think home is...I've never been home do you know that?
Galen, I think you'll find we know everything about you.
Then why are you asking me about my dreams? If you know everything about me, why do you need to talk to me?
...
Oh. Because you say you do but don't. You wouldn't ask me questions here if you did.
Galen, please. Tell me about your Home.
Are you sure? You won't like it. I don't like it but I do..it's curious and..aaand I don't like it.
If you tell me I can let you go.
Go? Go where?
Galen, stop avoiding answering. I can take all the time in the Emperors light.
You can only take what I give you and what time I allow you, Mortal.
Galen, who was that?
Who was who?
Who just spoken then when I asked you to stop avoiding answering.
You asked me that?
Yes Galen, I did. And I want you to tell me about your home. We can address the..other person later.
My home, it is a strange place. An empty place with no landmarks...or land at all but..a current pulling and tugging and throwing around... A place filled with vibrant colour that pours from every pore in the body. In that place I can be what I like. I like to be an emissary of fire. I love to watch as my flesh cracks and splits and the flame comes forth from my flesh and I become the alternate.
You become the alternate? What does that mean?
Well what do you think it means.
Galen, you aren't helping me. I don't want to be nasty like the other people here, but my patience is not eternal.
As you wish. The alternate is...is who I truly am. It is the actual manifestation of my ego. It is everything I am compressed and given physical form. It is grandiose, fantastical and utterly terrible. The alternate has no sense of feeling, of pain, hunger, happiness...it feels calm. The alternate can temper home and direct the colours fantastic into something more...steady but chaotic at the same time...However it only exists when I dream. When I awaken I am dreary old Galen once more. I long for the eternal dream when I can become the alternate in its entirety! I would tear myself apart out of frustration but the alternate stays my hand. The few hours allowed alone as the alternate keep me alive and sustain me. I have no need for food or water or air or warmth. The alternate sustains me and...unngnnnhhhh...Galen sustains me.
Galen, who spoke just then?
Galen is gone mortal. You speak to what this pathetic thing calls the alternate.
Ohwell
*It's all better when I sleep. I become...real when I sleep and that makes me...calm..
And what exactly is it that happens when you sleep?
I dream of course..don't you dream?
Yes Galen, I dream. Everybody dreams. But lets talk about your dreams.
Ahh. My dreams..I dream of many things. Home, or at least what I think home is...I've never been home do you know that?
Galen, I think you'll find we know everything about you.
Then why are you asking me about my dreams? If you know everything about me, why do you need to talk to me?
...
Oh. Because you say you do but don't. You wouldn't ask me questions here if you did.
Galen, please. Tell me about your Home.
Are you sure? You won't like it. I don't like it but I do..it's curious and..aaand I don't like it.
If you tell me I can let you go.
Go? Go where?
Galen, stop avoiding answering. I can take all the time in the Emperors light.
You can only take what I give you and what time I allow you, Mortal.
Galen, who was that?
Who was who?
Who just spoken then when I asked you to stop avoiding answering.
You asked me that?
Yes Galen, I did. And I want you to tell me about your home. We can address the..other person later.
My home, it is a strange place. An empty place with no landmarks...or land at all but..a current pulling and tugging and throwing around... A place filled with vibrant colour that pours from every pore in the body. In that place I can be what I like. I like to be an emissary of fire. I love to watch as my flesh cracks and splits and the flame comes forth from my flesh and I become the alternate.
You become the alternate? What does that mean?
Well what do you think it means.
Galen, you aren't helping me. I don't want to be nasty like the other people here, but my patience is not eternal.
As you wish. The alternate is...is who I truly am. It is the actual manifestation of my ego. It is everything I am compressed and given physical form. It is grandiose, fantastical and utterly terrible. The alternate has no sense of feeling, of pain, hunger, happiness...it feels calm. The alternate can temper home and direct the colours fantastic into something more...steady but chaotic at the same time...However it only exists when I dream. When I awaken I am dreary old Galen once more. I long for the eternal dream when I can become the alternate in its entirety! I would tear myself apart out of frustration but the alternate stays my hand. The few hours allowed alone as the alternate keep me alive and sustain me. I have no need for food or water or air or warmth. The alternate sustains me and...unngnnnhhhh...Galen sustains me.
Galen, who spoke just then?
Galen is gone mortal. You speak to what this pathetic thing calls the alternate.
