The Mirror - Chapter 1The MirrorChapter 1~The beginning of existence is different for each of us. For this strange creature, it began with an enormous amount of pain. Images shifted and blurred before her face, nothing seemed real and yet everything seemed too real. The whole ordeal seemed to take a lifetime or only minutes. But, what is important is that it ended.For a while, she had no thoughts that meant anything. But slowly, words began to form, and slowly those words started to have meaning. She started to try and move her body, feel her legs and arms, move her tail. She opened her mouth and let out a single sound. "Mur..." The word seemed familiar to her, and that made her feel good.The newly created creature collected herself and examined her surroundings. It was a strange place, some kind of mansion. There was a large comfy looking couch, a door where good smells seemed to be coming from, and a door leading to what looked like a pool. 'What a strange place, mur," she thought to herself.She coul
Yue's BackstoryYue's BackstoryBy Justin "VGJustice" StrotherI met this girl the other night. Not like the way you'd think to meet one, she left me a note that said to meet her on a rooftop. I was alone when I got there, and then she was just there. I had no idea she was even there until she said something. And she told me that she knew that I was the kind of person that liked a good story. I like a good story from time to time, but this story was more than I could handle. Almost. What follows is a recording of that story. Her life story.---"So, where does it begin, miss...?""Yue. Yue Usagi." She smiled."Kind of a strange name. Sounds like... Japanese?""Half of it is. Usagi is Japanese for 'rabbit', and Yue is Chinese for 'moon'. And before you even say anything, no that's not my real name. But, I don't remember my real name anymore, so I just use that one." She shrugs and leans up against the railing."Ok, Yue. Where does your story begin?""Years ago, when I was three. I can only remember sma
This mask I wearI feel the edges of my face and I find a strange object there. I pull it away and I look upon my mask. I know this thing, but not where it comes from. I need this thing, but I know not why.I study my mask and look deep into the memories that give it form. I see things long forgotten, and I see things that I never wanted to remember. I know again the things that I hide behind that mask, and I am afraid.I put my mask back on, too terrified to face the ones I love without it. I put it back on because I'm too afraid to face the world without it. I put it back on because I can't look at the face that resides behind it.And so I wear my mask, and I continue on like nothing ever happened. I carry on because I don't have to face what burdens me. I wear my mask so that I don't have to be real. I wear my mask so that I can be the me that isn't me.
My eulogy to WhoopAI spent the last few days wondering what I was going to say when I got up here and generally feeling miserable. The first day was terrible, I thought my whole world had collapsed. I looked at my loss and my pain, and at all my own personal troubles and thought to myself "I must not be allowed to have happieness". I didn't know what I would do with myself, so I just carried on for the sake of carrying on, not knowing what else to do.Then, only yesterday, I took a step back from my own pain and looked around myself. I saw how many others were asking me "when is the funeral?" Such a simple thing, it had escaped my attention. But now, I look back and I see the sheer amount of those simple little requests.When I think about that alone, I realize how many people Dan touched in his life, how many people he effected and how profound his influence really was. I look at the five internet forum topics I myself started, and I now think to myself how amazing his influence truly was. I'm shocked b
Feeling of AloneI stand on a broken highway in a barren, desolate place. As I look back, I can see where I came from. Was it a wreck? Or was it simply a breakdown? I can't tell anymore. My mind seems to cloud and obscure the details of my past. All I know now is the present, where I stand. I look ahead and I can not see my destination. I can no longer remember where I have been, nor can I tell where I am going. I am lost.As I stand in this spot, with my mind slowly ebbing away from me, I long for a solution. A way out of this horrible place that I have found myself, and can't seem to find my way out of. Was it fate that brought me here? Or was it simply my own doing, my own negligence? I don't know anymore, as the past has slid beyond my reach. I am without help, and I am forced to fend for myself. I am alone.I stand here, helpless in my own inner turmoil. I know that there are better things for me, but where can I find them? Are they to be found ahead, into uncertainty and unknowable? Or is it behi