Post by lilikoi on Aug 31, 2017 16:15:45 GMT -5
(I know the core concept is less than original, but I have a fifty page outline of a relatively convoluted plot, so there's definitely more to it than immediately meets the eye. Anyway, the format I've planned this out in is highly similar to that of an animated series. However, since my drawing skills are less than impressive, and no matter how hard I try, I can't voice act for two girls and three guys convincingly, it's grounded to a narrative. Context-wise, this is the inner monologue of the protagonist after all the events of the story have taken place. It's framed as a sort of lead-in to where I'd like to see the story start up. I kind of went back and forth on whether or not to put this up, but I figured, hey, why not? So yeah, criticism is desirable along with questions, comments, suggestions, etc.)
“What’s your plan for the future?”
“What do you want out of life?”
“What makes you special?”
That last one’s mine. While every one of them are enough to cut to the core of a human soul that just wants to live and enjoy it while it’s good, there’s something deeply frustrating about that specific question. While I’m sure the fact that I can—and often do—communicate with spirits would qualify, that’s not really something you can go around advertising. It has a more socially acceptable answer, I’m certain. But it’s an answer that just can’t be put into words. Or, at least it couldn’t. Not before…everything. Trust me, experiencing the end of the world is quite a transformative experience. You wouldn’t believe what it does to your psyche. You start to notice things…things you never would have paid attention to before. You realize that the most seemingly insignificant events can bring about the most unmitigated disaster you’ve ever had the displeasure of witnessing or a resolution so incredible, I’m surprised Hollywood hasn’t gotten a hold of it yet. This butterfly effect that sends mountains into the sea, forests into the earth, and demons into the heavens…some invisible hand of fate that weaves the paths of insignificant souls together to make a grand story that will go down in history until it’s finally deemed a myth…And after cross-analyzing everything that transpired that year to throw me center stage of the apocalypse with a ghost and two extremely troubled humans, I still can’t really tell you why I’m special. Although I can still remember the day I tried to answer it. Only because I had to. In fact, it seems like that’s where a whole lot of it started. The beginning of my senior year of high school.
My Soul to Keep
There are certain questions that act as a plague to people. Ones that would elicit a roll of the eyes in a world without social parameters, but in the given circumstances only yield a heavy sigh that can easily be misinterpreted as contemplation. In reality, it’s just a person making sure they get their line right before the say it—the same thing they always say to it. While more often than not, the answer is as simple as “I don’t know”, some people put forth the effort to come up with a more creative cop out. It may be the same one every time, but I still admire them. “What’s your plan for the future?”
“What do you want out of life?”
“What makes you special?”
That last one’s mine. While every one of them are enough to cut to the core of a human soul that just wants to live and enjoy it while it’s good, there’s something deeply frustrating about that specific question. While I’m sure the fact that I can—and often do—communicate with spirits would qualify, that’s not really something you can go around advertising. It has a more socially acceptable answer, I’m certain. But it’s an answer that just can’t be put into words. Or, at least it couldn’t. Not before…everything. Trust me, experiencing the end of the world is quite a transformative experience. You wouldn’t believe what it does to your psyche. You start to notice things…things you never would have paid attention to before. You realize that the most seemingly insignificant events can bring about the most unmitigated disaster you’ve ever had the displeasure of witnessing or a resolution so incredible, I’m surprised Hollywood hasn’t gotten a hold of it yet. This butterfly effect that sends mountains into the sea, forests into the earth, and demons into the heavens…some invisible hand of fate that weaves the paths of insignificant souls together to make a grand story that will go down in history until it’s finally deemed a myth…And after cross-analyzing everything that transpired that year to throw me center stage of the apocalypse with a ghost and two extremely troubled humans, I still can’t really tell you why I’m special. Although I can still remember the day I tried to answer it. Only because I had to. In fact, it seems like that’s where a whole lot of it started. The beginning of my senior year of high school.
