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Posted by Lilium Mortem - Yesterday, 03:41 AM

I want hope, and heart, and magic. The world is ending and I want to see the wonder in it, and maybe naively, to use that wonder to protect what's still here. I'm afraid of dying, but I'm more afraid of the world dying. My heart is hardening, and dispair is clawing at me. If I can't fight back the world will kill me soon. but I still want that hope. I still want there to be heart and love in this dying place. I still want there to be magic and art and wonder, before the end.

Posted by Headful_of_Eyeballs - 11-06-2025, 11:54 PM

Because there's nothing else left for me to do. Everyone hated me long before the apocalypse, viewing me as a kid who threw away his bright future for a life of degeneracy. And now that everything's gone to shit, my mom's paycheck isn't keeping up and my life is basically over- I just want to put this horrid world out of it's misery...

Posted by ThreadLurkingComorant - 11-06-2025, 07:58 PM

[image description: Our perspective character's hand holding a old damaged photo, a stylized depiction of his family. In the background, a large abstracted beast terrorizes the sky with a large menacing eye.]

You think back to the world you came from, the very thing you fight for but can never return to.

Growing up you were always a bit of a weird kid, which is to say you found yourself getting into fights and lots of kids tended to avoid you in the long run.

You were very into reading, you were what the folks would call "gifted", a high school reading level by the 4th grade. You'd be showered in books plenty which..

By all means was more than welcomed frankly. You stacked yellowing tomes from the local library quite regularly, keeping a dedicated bag for the purpose of keeping them safe walking them home and back. The staff tended to like you a good bit, always said you were a good kid and that you were getting a heads up on college.

Not that it matters these days, nobody has felt like going to college in a long time now...

You were rather fond of messy stories, P* C* A* in particularly was one that felt defining for you in a lot of ways. The horror, the romance, the consequences of a witch and a doctor's worlds intertwining in ways god never intended.

Many parents hated you for your tastes. Told their kids to avoid you, called you a pervert and a degenerate behind your back constantly. You hoped many of your friends knew you well enough to not listen at the time but..

Well, they're not your friends now. Ultimately it isn't like they'd last past high school anyway, very rare to keep people around into adult life.

Still, you ended up with a deep fascination for the occult. The concept of a witch was... well, taboo in your region despite being widespread in most parts. Path to hell? Maybe, but there was something beautiful to you about the way they operated. Like dragons becoming dinosaurs the further we dug into the earth, the witch takes the most odd and unrecognizable parts of the world and makes it something you could understand. Men with longer shadows that could twist reality? Just a extension of themselves, something psychokinetic that could be learned with a little tin radio. The endless darkness that rooted in the core of the earth? Unborn gods who's potential may never be fully tapped.

Of course despite your hubris, your parents never really seemed to mind so long as you were happy. Your mother was a hard worker, maybe a little too much so god bless her. In a lot of ways she was your best friend. She'd get you going in the morning, bail you out in the afternoon when you regularly got in trouble, actively defended you whenever the neighborhood and school district all decided to take issue with you.

She came from a harder upbringing, she doesn't like to detail it much but it's more than apparent that deep down she'll o anything to make sure you live a better life than she did. It makes you wonder what makes some parents willing to go so far and others so regretful and spiteful toward their children ever existing. Everytime you see her, she's a walking reminder that you will never fully understand or be able to replay the people who love you most in the world.

Dad was a bit more complicated. He was less around, often came home from work without more than a couple of words to you. He could be incredibly tough on you, never really understood why you didn't care for sports or firing at the local lifestock like "a boy your age should." You wondered why he never owned more than 3 pairs of pants at a time, man practically lived in Denim. He often pushed you to pursue things that would toughen you up much to your dismay, and your mother would fight with him every time it inevitably didn't work out. Still, you have many fond memories of him taking you out for a nice bowl of tantanmen. He knew a good spot, claimed he used to work there long ago. You ask him why he never cooked for anyone if he used to work at a restaurant. He confidentially dismissed it as if it were a secret waiting for you to be the right age to truly understand.

Mom says it's because he was a the dishwasher.

One day he decided to run a errand in the evening, said he'd be back quick. Began to worry around midnight, mom assured me he'd be fine and sent me off to bed before immediately scrambling to make calls.

We had to identity him two days later.

Miss him every day.

The world only became worse with time, those who aren't buried or burned quick enough began to walk the earth.

Stories of people coming home to their own spouses slitting their throats.

Tales of children luring each other into lakes to drown each other.

Unknown creatures roaming the skies, removing chunks of the world and leaving not even a memory to go off of.

Trust became broken, nightfall became a death sentence. Schools shut own, bus drivers armed to the teeth, even uphill where folks had money there were local spots caging up doors. U

There ended up a large demand for those who could bury the dead. As a freak kid you found yourself running a lot of off gigs. They became demanding, more than keeping a baseball bat and a can of mace can handle. You're small, you can only do so much.

Carrying around a gun was out of the question unless you wanted cops to pull you aside constantly.

A sword? You couldn't get approved for one of those. Decapitation for these things was a way to remove the demon from the corpse but... that required training you couldn't afford.

Needless to say the cocktail of events along with our current apocalypse wasn't exactly the best for a nerdy kid's brain with fantasies of magic and revolution on the mind.

The world was ending, your mom's paycheck wasn't holding up on its own.

You needed to find the funds to live to see what came next. If you could kill these things, you could

The natural conclusion? Commit a crime against god and make a bargain with a voice from beyond. There was a rumor you could summon a stranger from beyond your plane and make a deal if you needed something quick.

Some of you know the drill by now, seen this a few times through a few other sets of eyes.

In the past they said people built all sorts of devices to make contact but....

Today it's all there at home.

[Image: Login.png]

[image description: A instant messanger screen with the the starting lines of the conversation presented below.]

Connected
Logged in as: Fission_Mors
AbsoluteDante: A client?
Fission_Mors: yeah... looking for a proxy job.
Fission_Mors: You give those out?
AbsoluteDante: Depends. I don't personally like operating without a screening.
AbsoluteDante: And I have certain client profiles I don't like to operate with.
Fission_Mors: im working.
Fission_Mors: the world is ending
Fission_Mors: the government hate us
Fission_Mor: the animals are leaving-
AbsoluteDante: Stop with the stupid bit.. I'm going to tell you what.
AbsoluteDante: You're underage and a ferryman, you are genuinely the worst combination of things to give a proxy. Most of us flat out blacklist people like you for even attempting with such a disaster combination of characteristics. Children, especially teenagers, are the last people you give the means to become maidens of the apocalypse.
AbsoluteDante: I can't believe how much someone had to fuck it up for everyone to agree it was a bad idea... even he refuses to repeat it..
Fission_Mors: You can tell all that?
AbsoluteDante: I can see everything in your soul. Unfortunately your potential is strong and your heart is in the right place so I'm giving you a chance to present yourself with sincerity and poise. Tell me why I should give you anything? What makes you someone I should break my own rules for?

This is not a interactive project, The beginning of the end is locked in place.

However... persuading the entity on the other end of the conversation will determine the form your other self will take.

Pick your words carefully, they will stick with you to the end.

Posted by Shifter55 - 10-16-2025, 08:07 AM

Ortho
Black vinegar
Return to the Origin: Will the Shrimp Fry?

Posted by Lilium Mortem - 10-16-2025, 03:05 AM

NAME: Hallow
MEAL: Boxed mac & cheese with hot sauce and bacon bits
ITEM: P* C* A*

Posted by SHIVERS - 10-16-2025, 12:54 AM

NAME: Relay
MEAL: Tofu Banh Mi
ITEM: P* C* A*

Posted by - 10-15-2025, 06:09 PM

Name - Fission
Meal - Tantanmen
Item of curiosity's spark - Return to the Origin: Will the Shrimp Fry?

Posted by ThreadLurkingComorant - 10-15-2025, 05:20 PM

[image description: Our protagonist and perspective character, standing in a ominous castle hallway. His clothes are tattered, worn, stained in blood. His face is cut off by the frame. He has fought many battles.]

For the past god knows how long you've spend your days fighting through towers that tear the sky, each one punctuated with the ambiance of a hallway before its respective lord casually rips you a new one.

Break rooms, last bastions of rest and light that gnaw you with anxiety for what's to come next.

Increasingly taller pillars that make the world look smaller.

That make it more obvious that you are no longer the same as the world you're leaving behind with each conquest.

You stopped being what many would consider human a long time ago.

You doubt you're still a good person.

You absolutely cannot return to a good night's sleep ever again.

You exist to kill the world that hates you.

"You doing alright kid?"

Your mentor behind you checks in on you, his voice kept you company on this journey longer than anyone else.

Much as I can be...

"'bout the answer I expected, yeah... take a breather."

Doing that..

"If you're on the verge of hyperventilating, it's not really a breather."

You're right.

"Just a few more to go."

Feel like I've heard that a lot by now... You know what happens next? Like, after all this?

"Never made it this far before so... no. Shit as me smoking a pack a day lately."

Should really stop..

"I know.."

Does it bother you?

"Yeah, good amount. Half of me says that's plenty, my soul can relax knowing I did this much. But don't really believe that til I see it all through to the end."

Scares me...

[image description: The mentor looking back at the protagonist. His lens are cracked, his smirk is cocky, you see him mostly in silhouette, Behind stands the decaying previous room, horrific gazes watching though the cracks. The world is ending in front of everyone.]

"It should, nothing about this is right."

All this fighting, the killing.. it never feels good but it doesn't really hurt anymore. You get me?

"Yeah, a lot."

Used to throw up, used to cry. Now I just.. don't. I used to feel bad for the other guy but.. a lot of the time it feels like they had it coming, you know? For putting us all through this at all.

"You're still restless about it, yeah? Feels wrong that it doesn't feel wrong anymore."

Guess so.

"Then you still got your heart intact."

Mmmm.. are you really gonna stick it out? Like.... I dunno.

"What do you mean?"

Everyone who got us this far's either had to drop off cause they couldn't keep going or well..

"Yeah I know."

At some point you too, right? You leave or you die?

"Haven't hit my wall just yet."

The last few of these got close....

"If I leave you on your own now, your odds are worse. 'sides, know you'd get lonely fast."

I don't want you to die just because-!

"Then I won't."

You can't fucking promise that!! Too many people said the same thing and-!"

"And I'm still here after everything. I'm washed up, old, still somehow got that in me. You know why?"

No...

"Cause your mom would kill me if I didn't push through."

Mm..

"You want to survive as long as you can? Worry about someone else as much as yourself. Make some miracles."

You're so weird sometimes...

"Gotta be. Strange world, stranger people... you wanna do a little meditative work before we go on ahead? Kill some nerves?"

Yeah please..

"Alright... I want you to remember from where you came."

_______________

This is not a interactive project, The beginning of the end is locked in place.

This is a story of a cursed world and the child destined to take it with them.

However, your blessings are welcome no matter how small.

Let's keep things simple.

Name the Ferryman.

[image description: Our protagonist, young and intense. He is a cartoon anthro rabbit. He is dressed in a coat with a baseball cap marked with some offmodel alchmey symbol, hair messy. He is drawn incredibly angular. His eyes are red in a otherwise monochrome piece of art. It appears to be a mugshot on a poster, the words "WANTED" are bold and red. There's ominous cryptic text in the background.]

Offer them a tribute of their favorite meal.

Which of these items sparked their curiosity?

P* C* A* - A Romance novel following the consequences of a couple who were never meant to meet, banned from a number of schools including yours.

The Crowned Land - A historical fiction piece centered around a Knight and her plight to kill the 7 Dragons in order to free her people. May be taking artistic liberties.

Return to the Origin: Will the Shrimp Fry? - A speculative book about how the future of bioengineering may be sea life, often considered crackpot conspiracy despite claims of "insider knowledge"

When mind and body are attuned, the child's adventure will begin.

The world's end starts on the day after Darkest Night, when the most spirits are said to walk the Earth.

You are this world's euthanasia, you will walk the path of most suffering.

Kill it out of kindness.

Until the time comes, please stay safe.

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