Ahead of the Storm - Day 52

???, One Month Ago

Help me. Please. Is anybody out there? Anybody there? Is anybody out there?

I want to go insane. I NEED to go insane. I’ve been there before, on the border to the bottomless depths of that where I am and am not. I have seen salvation as I gave in to the plunging fear of falling. There in the miasma of confusion did I find the scales that gave me purpose. Yet in that purpose was I betrayed. For it was a prophesy that was severed by friendship. The power that was supposed to unify, was the power that ended me. My mind is a severed memory with the happened, and the not. To die and yet to die not. And then to have THIS HAPPEN! Would I have chosen differently? Oh Hell YA! How could anyone go through such endless torture? Even demons are liberated after all this time of torment. And I KNOW how much of this I’ve endured! Somehow I feel the exact day, year, millisecond. HEAR ME OH GREAT, uhhhh, NETHER BEASTLY GOD TYPE INCARNATIONAL THINGS. FREE ME AND I SHALL GRANT YEE THE POWERS OF THE UNIVERSE THAT I HAVE KNOWN.

Hehe, hehe, heh, suckers if anyone actually goes out of there way to do that. I only know of two universes. One that everyone knows about, and the second is this.

This. This. This. Okay now, here we go. Blooalalacrin agla innersaner, oh NO I’m going INsane.

Drats, it still isn’t working. I can’t even choke myself do to the air because there doesn’t seem to be any air. Can’t slit my wrists because nothing oozes out. Geez. After what I did, I’m supposed to be DEAD! That was the whole point after all. I mean, even after all I did, STILL I’m abandoned to my death. And I STILL do the right thing.

Actually, maybe it didn’t work. I can’t believe I never thought of that until now. I mean, they all went away, but maybe it was simply a futile attempt to escape the…

Well this is just great. No WONDER I can’t die. AO is probably keeping me alive cus I’m the only living thing left in the entire plane-type cosmos.

He’s probably like, “K, um, I made something awesome called Life. Took me like billions of years, but the end result was way cool. But then BLAMO! So, do I just give up and say to hell with it, or do I start from scratch.”

Ya that’s what it is. And I’m the “scratch” part. No wonder its taking so bloody long for me to get outta here. Heck if I was him, I’d be like, “Well this last peace of livingkind IS a perfect specimen to go off of. I think I’ll get right down to work.”

But I’m not AO unfortunately. And I ain’t gonna start worshipping him as my patron deity. Hell’s knows the trouble I got into the FIRST time I went praying to a god.

Okay, so I’ve finally established some absolute truths.

Truth number One: We didn’t actually win.

Evidence?: I wouldn’t be here. Someone would have come for me. A god or denizen would have heard my prayers; even Juiblex. I would not be talking out loud to myself. I would not be the most powerful being to exist, making me a God in a sense, which has a kind of powerful ring to it. But Even I’m smart enough to see how sad that last thought was.

Evidence to Counter?: Ummm, well, it was originally a well thought out plan. Considering all I went through to get to this point, you’d think victory was a pretty much guarantee. Oh, well, guess not.

Truth Number Two: There exists at least Something.

Evidence?: I am coming up with Truths for my very own ears to hear. And THIS all around me is at least a “This” something or rather. To not exist and to have all non-existence is simply an unimaginable thing. And since I could easily describe “This” for someone to imagine, then there is something tangible to blah, blah, blahh…..

Evidence to Counter?: Screw that. I’m right on Truth Number 1, and I’m right on Truth Number 2.

Truth Number Three: AO exists but is simply ignoring me.

Evidence?: Let’s face it, nothing can stop him. He created GODS! So he’s out there somewhere. If he wasn’t then I likely wouldn’t be alive. Or unalive. Or dead or alive. Or the unkillable alive. Or the godalive single entity that remains alive.

Evidence to Counter?: Well if he is dead then that would make me like the new AO. But I’ve tried and tried over the last 100 years, 32 days, 17 hours, 58 minutes and 2 seconds and still can’t seem to will anything to come into being.

Truth Number Four: AO can’t hear me.

Evidence?: He is not that mean a guy that he would let someone as important as me go this long without saying “Hey, whacha doin ya’ll? You all like floatin in the dark? Ya, no worries, I’m there. I’ve jus got a little couple u things ta take care of before I gets to ya. K? All right now, you keep sane for me.”

Evidence to Counter?: Well, he is a man, and all men are pricks. Maybe he’s just trying to come up with the right proposition for me?

Yep, mnhu, and I have a blind date with Odin this afternoon; well almost.

Hah, ha, ha. Cus you see? Odin has only one eye. So it’s like it’s an almost blind date. Oh the hilarity. Too bad I don’t have a pen and paper to write these down and pigeon them to the Kingdom of Who Cares.

Okay so the logical conclusion is to somehow figure out another way to let AO know that I exist. You know it took thirty years to finally figure out that it was this thing here and not a God who bathed me in light to protect me from the destruction all around. I guess there’s only one way to get his attention that I can think of. All right Gale, put your thinking crown on. Now let’s see if I can figure out a way to activate this Scion of Domara again.