NationStates Jolt Archive


Act One: Glass

Smind Desufnoc
11-07-2005, 13:03
I'm crazy.

Am I crazy?

I can't tell, my perceptions are just a shifting mass of acceptable realities, swirling around in a constant loop that doesn't repeat itself in any pattern or at least any pattern I can discern in my state of mind.

I don't care anymore.

My mask.

My mask.

My beautiful mask covers my face.

My mask.

Lovely, isn't it? I made it himself.

He is alive. He tells me what is real. Which one of the realities the inhabit my mind speak the truth.

I'm crazy.

But which one of the truths should I believe?

Am I crazy?

My mask.

Perceptions.

Pattern.

In a castle, atop an inverted pyramid, a scream was heard-- none of it's inhabitants escaped it. The Servant, they call him, and ironically it was the title given to the undisputed ruler of the world whose laws defy reality. The world is inhabited by the insane, the weird, and the unexplainable. No one present could comprehend the inner workings of the world, because no one stays sane long enough to conduct a study. The government is actually an anarcho-rebel society who attacks the local populace with produce or gigantic indestructible starships, depending on the level of discord The Servant manifests. Speaking of whom, was walking down the halls, nude aside from his gigantic mask and his three wings. His three wings is a faerie's, an angel's and a demon's (inverted). As he walks along in squares, he sees the whole of the populace in their daily routines; Everyone likes green tea mixed with grey tea and given food coloring to look like pink tea. Ravens are white, black is right, right is wrong, wrong is smart, dumb is beautiful and ugly is love. Laminas, the most common creature in the world, are round, fat birds who can fly at speeds equivalent to mach 14 in reality. Yncrernuc is actually a negative currency-- the more you have, the less you are worth. On Neptays and April 32nds, if you have 695 of the stuff and you're hopping on your lame foot-- you are the richest man in the world. Now, The Servant finally reaches his throne, half clothed in a suit to the left side of his body and a fedora cap with sneakers on his right side. He therefore declares that "The world be open to the universe, on account of his spleen being split into three long strips of bacon."

I am crazy.

Am I crazy?

No.

OOC:
How much chaos can a human person take? Let's find out. Enter the world at your own safety.
Bipedal Apes
11-07-2005, 14:13
Was it a message, or just the strange meanderings of her mind? Ever since the Rejistanian time-slip (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9109784&postcount=18), Wagfal had been having the episodes. Ms. Throckspartle got all the attention, of course, and that was only right. But Wagfal too had had visions.

Visions-- that's what she thought at first. But over time there came a shift in her perspective, and she began to think maybe, just perhaps... could they be communications?

But from whom? From where? Were they seeping into this world from another? She had heard of parallel earths, space-travellers, elves and faeries, though she didn't believe in any of it. Of course, she wouldn't have credited time-travel, either, until it happened, knocking them for a loop.

She listened hard.

"I'm crazy," a voice seemed to be saying.

She hoped it wasn't her own voice. She pulled the covers over her head and tried to sleep without dreaming.