Post by Sirghe on Jul 8, 2006 21:45:21 GMT -5
Explanation: I was on a four hour guard duty from 1 am to 5 am and decided I'd write; after I started I blacked out and woke up three and a half hours later to find five whole pages completely filled.
Here's the first paragraph:
We know what happens to meat and flesh as it rots, but what about thought of things undone, dreams of things wanted, and emotions bottled inside? They too rot, but nothing is physically seen, at least, not at first. The mind and soul are what rots, the heart too (not the physical one, but the one capable of love). It's as these decay that the being begins to go paranoid, insane, or homicidal. After a certain point the being worries no more about cleanliness and appearances. They begin to rely on their thoughts for comfort instead of actual contact with other life forms and thus create imaginary friends; a dog, a human, a ghost, maybe even "God" and as a result lose all contact with the "real" world (What is "real" in a world where everyone and everything is artificial?). Carnal desires and needs set in. Eat, sleep (insanity inevitably leads to insomnia), and, in extreme cases, kill. Filth bogs the brain and the being soon becomes forever lost; permanently insane with nothing to comfort him but the idea of someone or something or the play through of a possible reality if they had chosen a different path in there life. The sad thing is that sometimes the person is screaming for attention, begging and pleading for help on the inside and sometimes the outside, but no one seems to notice that their friend, brother, sister, mother, father, or lover is in danger of being lost in their own darkness. Zombies. Literal mind/ soul/ heart rotting zombies. After the turn there is no way one can truly "bounce" back.
Note: Please keep snide comments to yourself.
Here's the first paragraph:
We know what happens to meat and flesh as it rots, but what about thought of things undone, dreams of things wanted, and emotions bottled inside? They too rot, but nothing is physically seen, at least, not at first. The mind and soul are what rots, the heart too (not the physical one, but the one capable of love). It's as these decay that the being begins to go paranoid, insane, or homicidal. After a certain point the being worries no more about cleanliness and appearances. They begin to rely on their thoughts for comfort instead of actual contact with other life forms and thus create imaginary friends; a dog, a human, a ghost, maybe even "God" and as a result lose all contact with the "real" world (What is "real" in a world where everyone and everything is artificial?). Carnal desires and needs set in. Eat, sleep (insanity inevitably leads to insomnia), and, in extreme cases, kill. Filth bogs the brain and the being soon becomes forever lost; permanently insane with nothing to comfort him but the idea of someone or something or the play through of a possible reality if they had chosen a different path in there life. The sad thing is that sometimes the person is screaming for attention, begging and pleading for help on the inside and sometimes the outside, but no one seems to notice that their friend, brother, sister, mother, father, or lover is in danger of being lost in their own darkness. Zombies. Literal mind/ soul/ heart rotting zombies. After the turn there is no way one can truly "bounce" back.
Note: Please keep snide comments to yourself.
