Who Exists is a...well, I want to say experimental piece, as I'm writing in a different style then usual. It focuses on a legal battle between two different parties, one surrounding Andy, a child star who's grown up and wants to work on more serious things, and the other party surrounding Dan, his manager who wants to keep milking him by forcing him to stay on the projects he hand picks. Basically, each scene focuses on the dialogue at hand, with the narrative very simple and understated, only mentioning slightly the action of the characters inbetween dialogue. I'm writing this with the intention of making it all subtle, with little inference from myself. Hopefully, it compels the reader to think and pick up on the things not being outright explained. An excerpt from the forum:
"Andy was in his mother's kitchen, nursing a glass of milk while she hand mixed cake batter. The silence was heavy.
"So...Andy. You don't think this will end badly, do you?"
He was silent.
"I understand if you don't want to discuss this at the moment, but you can't just push it to the back of your mind."
He thought about it. Swirling the milk with his index finger.
"Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should just pack up all my things and run away. Or maybe I should take nothing and just leave. Just walk till I can't walk anymore and drop dead."
She nodded.
"Do you think that will solve your problems?"
"I wouldn't have to worry about people trying to manipulate me or control me. I would be free."
"No, you'd be dead."
"Maybe being dead is better then being controlled."
She sighed. She took the batter and poured it into a cake pan.
"The only thing that's holding you back is your attitude. And you know that."
Andy took a sip of milk. The ice had melted, watering the milk down. It didn't taste right.
"I wish I had never gotten into this. Maybe I could have been normal. Or accepted. Maybe I'd be at some...college somewhere, having fun. I don't even understand what it means to be normal. How....pathetic is that?"
"Baby, you know that's all nonsense. What's gotten into to make you think like this? Maybe you need a girl friend or something."
"But I'm not normal. I'm not even human. I'm a commodity. I'm...just profit...I have no real..footing in reality...I can't...I can't even..."
He began to cry. Streaming tears that embodied his distraught inner psyche. His mother rubbed his back.
"One day, you're gonna get rid of all these demons. And you'll see how beautiful of a person you really are. One day baby...one day..."
They cried together."
Virtuoso's Ultimatum is a piece written by Salza. It essentially follows the paths of Rayn Veritas and Axl Burose and their connections to the Auditor. In all honest, I can't explain the intricacies of the plot and the meaning behind the story, but I can tell you that it is beautifully written. On the old Wakfu Forums, Sal and myself were the most prominent writers, and I guessed that on the inside I always considered us to be rivals of sort. He's defintely surpassed me with this one, though. READ IT.
"There is something about Amakna at eventide’s awakening that really inspires something within you. A feeling of... fear... something foreboding. Everything begins to stand still, and the darkness becomes obscure. The wolf does not prowl at night seeking for the lamb, for the revulsion of death becomes wary even in the predator. There is something mischievous about it that keeps everyone on their tip-toes, and as I tread on this dreaded path, I do not hesitate to imagine the epitome of the Auditor, lurking within this town. There lie a shutter to the right, clasping to the wall of someone’s home; an overhang to the left, with fresh rainwater dripping tenderly into a bucket that some bloke must’ve conveniently left there. With each step, muddy dirt from the track clung to the soles of my boots; an annoyance at best. The whisper of the Shadowkeeper in the ears of the Soothsayer, I seek to silence his twisted tongue. The distortion between the border of light and darkness was being manipulated, and I seek to bring verity to that which the citizens of Amakna saw a bogus actuality.
The mischievous whispers led me to a small Amaknian cottage littered with holes in the walls and roof. A rusted iron gate led me down a path of death and decay as I felt a presence that had traveled this walkway before. I pushed open the decrepit wooden panel of the door, listening to the eerie creak it stirred up as I pushed my way in. Things were far too silent to be of the norm. Step by step, the presence of darkness intensified. An evil unlike any other, lingered in the irrigous atmosphere, almost making it difficult to breathe. As I approached the end of the hallway, the darkness at the end of a tunnel blinded by light, the disparity, the malignance reached a focal point, and I knew behind this door, stood the malevolence which was the Auditor. I pushed the door open, and at the sinister zenith of which had even made me aflutter, to my utmost bewilderment, there was only but a child in the room.
I knew he had been here. I felt it in the aura that was left behind. This mere child had laid eyes on the nefarious Auditor without his life force vacuumed from his small husk. He had something that I knew would aide me one day in the future, so I parted him with a small trinket to show me if he ever found me again; the day in which the tunnel of blinding light has become a field of darkness, and the witching hour becomes the twilight which shrouds us all in darkness. I left him with a special shard, which holds at its center a powerful luminosity unlike any other.
One day, he will help defeat them."
"So...Andy. You don't think this will end badly, do you?"
He was silent.
"I understand if you don't want to discuss this at the moment, but you can't just push it to the back of your mind."
He thought about it. Swirling the milk with his index finger.
"Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should just pack up all my things and run away. Or maybe I should take nothing and just leave. Just walk till I can't walk anymore and drop dead."
She nodded.
"Do you think that will solve your problems?"
"I wouldn't have to worry about people trying to manipulate me or control me. I would be free."
"No, you'd be dead."
"Maybe being dead is better then being controlled."
She sighed. She took the batter and poured it into a cake pan.
"The only thing that's holding you back is your attitude. And you know that."
Andy took a sip of milk. The ice had melted, watering the milk down. It didn't taste right.
"I wish I had never gotten into this. Maybe I could have been normal. Or accepted. Maybe I'd be at some...college somewhere, having fun. I don't even understand what it means to be normal. How....pathetic is that?"
"Baby, you know that's all nonsense. What's gotten into to make you think like this? Maybe you need a girl friend or something."
"But I'm not normal. I'm not even human. I'm a commodity. I'm...just profit...I have no real..footing in reality...I can't...I can't even..."
He began to cry. Streaming tears that embodied his distraught inner psyche. His mother rubbed his back.
"One day, you're gonna get rid of all these demons. And you'll see how beautiful of a person you really are. One day baby...one day..."
They cried together."
Virtuoso's Ultimatum is a piece written by Salza. It essentially follows the paths of Rayn Veritas and Axl Burose and their connections to the Auditor. In all honest, I can't explain the intricacies of the plot and the meaning behind the story, but I can tell you that it is beautifully written. On the old Wakfu Forums, Sal and myself were the most prominent writers, and I guessed that on the inside I always considered us to be rivals of sort. He's defintely surpassed me with this one, though. READ IT.
"There is something about Amakna at eventide’s awakening that really inspires something within you. A feeling of... fear... something foreboding. Everything begins to stand still, and the darkness becomes obscure. The wolf does not prowl at night seeking for the lamb, for the revulsion of death becomes wary even in the predator. There is something mischievous about it that keeps everyone on their tip-toes, and as I tread on this dreaded path, I do not hesitate to imagine the epitome of the Auditor, lurking within this town. There lie a shutter to the right, clasping to the wall of someone’s home; an overhang to the left, with fresh rainwater dripping tenderly into a bucket that some bloke must’ve conveniently left there. With each step, muddy dirt from the track clung to the soles of my boots; an annoyance at best. The whisper of the Shadowkeeper in the ears of the Soothsayer, I seek to silence his twisted tongue. The distortion between the border of light and darkness was being manipulated, and I seek to bring verity to that which the citizens of Amakna saw a bogus actuality.
The mischievous whispers led me to a small Amaknian cottage littered with holes in the walls and roof. A rusted iron gate led me down a path of death and decay as I felt a presence that had traveled this walkway before. I pushed open the decrepit wooden panel of the door, listening to the eerie creak it stirred up as I pushed my way in. Things were far too silent to be of the norm. Step by step, the presence of darkness intensified. An evil unlike any other, lingered in the irrigous atmosphere, almost making it difficult to breathe. As I approached the end of the hallway, the darkness at the end of a tunnel blinded by light, the disparity, the malignance reached a focal point, and I knew behind this door, stood the malevolence which was the Auditor. I pushed the door open, and at the sinister zenith of which had even made me aflutter, to my utmost bewilderment, there was only but a child in the room.
I knew he had been here. I felt it in the aura that was left behind. This mere child had laid eyes on the nefarious Auditor without his life force vacuumed from his small husk. He had something that I knew would aide me one day in the future, so I parted him with a small trinket to show me if he ever found me again; the day in which the tunnel of blinding light has become a field of darkness, and the witching hour becomes the twilight which shrouds us all in darkness. I left him with a special shard, which holds at its center a powerful luminosity unlike any other.
One day, he will help defeat them."
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