[Locked behind a stream of thoughts, he looks, curious, to find out more about this mysterious entity. A curious onlooker, he calls it.]
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Prologue 4
NO MATTER WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO DO, YOU'LL ALWAYS COME BACK TO ME.
The figure proclaimed as a force slapped him unconscious.
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That's the prologue. As said, Chapter 1 is still in the works. So be on the look out for that I guess?
The adding of links is going to be the hard part here... If i keep coming back to do them of course...
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Prologue 3
He gets off the bus at his stop. He notices a figure get off the bus just after him. The figure's stature looks that of what could be described as straight up maniacal. Hmm… This person looks like none of his neighbours. Maybe this person could be visiting one of them? He wouldn't know.
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!!! A chill went down is spine as he heard the burly figure call out his name. He just stood there. Aghast. Many thoughts were undoubtedly racing through his veins. Not just thoughts. Questions as well. H… H… How does this person know his name? He has never seen this person's self at all… Yet… Did the person's voice ring a bell? One of them was definitely him running miles away from this man.
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The plot thickens within the prologue.
Two characters meet
It's hard to differentiate between (intended) fonts off the source material in the sense that it was intended to be monospace font... but Biggest text works too...
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Prologue 2
Looking out the window, the serene landscape catches his eye. Every time he makes his way home he is greeted with a new experience. The evening slowly fades into night. He doses off.
Nearing his stop, the bus jolts, waking him up like clockwork. He still finds it odd that that is the only bump in the road, or at least, the only one that he noticed anyways. He glances around the bus. Packed as always.
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Still not sure how to properly edit this such that it manages to keep to the original posts.
The rest of the prologue should be released at the same time. (knowing me, the rest would just be posted within 30 minutes of each other... 3 posts should not be a lot)
Chapter 1 is still being written, and I need ideas... ':3
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Prologue 1
The sunset paired a cold breeze. That warmth brushing over what felt like cold hands. He pauses, ponders. What could he be thinking of at this point? It would be likely that he's thinking about something important? He realises the monologue coursing through his mind and forgets the thought altogether. As if it never came to be.
Rays, of which felt like beauty incarnate, he relinquishes the thought of the sequence of events that headed to this point in his life. He finds it bliss that the year is just half done, but in his mind he's yearning for the year to be longer than it already has been.
He breathes a heavy sigh and steps on the bus, starting his journey home. He is piqued at the thought of exploration. His thoughts being his limit. How far his heart wants to go, he'll be none the wiser.
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going to start posting this series that i kinda started already a long time ago. hope you enjoy.
I think I'll use the Keep Reading section to put in some thoughts/commentary
Basically, all posts within the prologue have been copied verbatim off their initial post into text. (dated, if i recall, august 2020, maybe earlier)
I'm still very much nervous of posting this. but this might be where it will begin a new?
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to whatever makes me constantly have ideas to try drawing realistic KitKat... it's always cursed ._. ... specifically the neck...
Gen 2 KitKat is good enough for now
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8it8at says hi
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why would you need a comment? 8it8at says hi
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This is Charcoa-
uhh... ... buddy... why is his name Charcoal all of a sudden? I thought we agreed on Kitkat?
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Going off the already established canon, he gets himself geared up for what's going to happen.
Not going to promise anything, but yeah, a story is going to happen soon. i'm just preparing for when it happens
So let's see how this goes i guess?
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consolidation
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Yeah... Recovery week was a failure...
Gonna try a third time... Third time's the charm right???
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finding... purpose
he stares at the screen, posting another rant of life. what can he do to recover? write a book, detailing his inner monologue? what else is there inside the husk becoming emptier and emptier?
i just can't do anything right i feel... im supposed to go find a job but i dont even know where to begin searching. do i want to try and further my study?
the number bank is blank... maybe the codes can connect like puzzle pieces later in my life? i can't be too sure... maybe i cant... i'm gonna stop myself from crying, that's my family's job now
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troubled waters
what is recovery but demented torment?
I literally can't focus on getting my life together if I'm just being bashed emotionally and to my core
I just can't... I need help, but, where can I scream if my voice isn't heard?
Why can i not bring myself to death...
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daydaydaydaydaydaydaydaydaydyadyadyadyadyadyadyadaydaydayday
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the gather of the week: an insight
I've been living under a rock to forget what month this is (before this week at least) (if you look at one of the posts i liked you'd get some context... at least i hope...)
if you haven't yet, feel better (<- expect to see those last two words often).
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with exaggerated "growling synths"
layered the bass-ic ambience. he thinks and admires the fact, willing himself to explore further
y'kno... im getting addicted to that... just dunno how to use the synthetic technology...
if the point wasn't conveyed... you get the point. Music... grrr...
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a sudden swing
don't you just like it when your energy suddenly dies and you start crying for no reason?...
happens to me, i hate it
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