Daydreams
I imagine standing on a rooftop. It’s a busy city, New York or Seattle or something. It doesn’t matter. It’d be a fifteen story drop. A long, long fall down. But I’m not here for that. Not yet.
I’m testing out something new, something that only the insane can come up with. So what if I’m not an engineer? I have imagination, and that’s all I need right now, in this dream. Trust me, in the right (or maybe wrong) hands, imagination can be a dangerous weapon, for both the user and the target. I’d know.
I close my eyes and feel the soft breeze blow against my face. I’ve watched too many movies, read to many books. I’m not going to suddenly hear a desperate yell to stop me. Why would I? Nobody knows I’m here. Even if they did, they wouldn’t come. I know them.
Is this what I want? I open my eyes and look over the edge. People carry on with their lives, walking to a fro their daily activities. Mothers push strollers, groups of teenagers meander about, the homeless slouch with lost hope. And businessmen hurriedly walking to their meetings while chattering on their phones. They always seem less sane than anyone else, caring only about pleasing those above. But isn’t that what we all do? They just turn that tendency into benefit, I suppose.
Am I willing to see these people cower in fear? Yes. I want to see them cower, grovel, beg. I guess that just makes me a monster. Nothing bad about being a monster, I suppose.
They say power corrupts. I agree, but corruption does nothing in the long run. Hell, it just leaves a stain on the timeline. We wouldn’t know Julius had he not tasted the bittersweet of power. Then again, that didn’t end well for him.
I sigh and step away from the edge. Goddamn morals get in the way of everything. The people who grow up without morals are the ones who either burn out like a match, or leave a permanent mark like a bomb. Well, permanent enough.
Ah, I hear something. Goddamn, it’s a voice. Not any voice I’m willing to hear. It calls me back. Focus. Work. Stop daydreaming. This reality isn’t going to hold up much longer. Might as well press the button. I turn around and begin to walk over to the contraption. It looks like a generic sci-fi device. I’ve watched too many books, read too many movies. Ugh. I can’t focus. The world around me blurs and cracks. Not much longer. Once it disappears, it’ll never appear again. It never does, really. Every time it’s something new. I have to press the button before it’s too late. I trip. Damn shoelaces. Even in my mind, they’re always untied. Some kind of metaphor for life, no doubt. Next thing I know, I’m falling. The best thing about imagination is that it doesn’t have to be reali- Focus. Work. Stop. Daydreaming. Think. Imagine. Develop.
I’m falling. The sides of the building shifted. I’ve never really had good luck. Not in my head, anyway. Somehow, my finger’s on the button. The side of the building rushes past me and the asphalt nears. The wind isn’t so gentle now. It howls and screams. I guess that’s life. The asphalt is close now. People turn around. Fascinated by that which is macabre. Can’t wait to see my guts splattered on the sidewalk. Plain sick. I can’t blame them though. The asphalt is here.
I I push hit the the button ground.
this is sooooo sick oh my god!!!
I JUST SPENT LIKE AN 1 HOUR OF MY LIFE ON THIS, GENIUS
this is legit so sick.mindfuck
whoaaa
this is AMAZING
EVERYONE DO IT aaaaaaaaa
Whoa.
3, 18, and 23 are probably my…
It’s strangely amusing. Hurm.
(Source: she-will-b3-l0ved)
COME WITH ME ALICE. YOU’RE TOO WILD, TOO BEAUTIFUL, TO LIVE IN CHAINS. YOU BELONG OUT HERE. A ROSE IN A VASE IS NOT A ROSE IN THE FIELD. IT WITHERS.
WHERE WOULD WE GO, LUKE? WHAT WOULD WE EAT?
ANYWHERE WE WANT, MY LOVE, AND ANYTHING WE CAN CATCH OR FIND IN DUMPSTERS. YOU THINK YOU HAVE SECURITY BUT YOU HAVE SHACKLES. YOU THINK YOU ARE LOVED BUT YOU ARE A TOY FOR OTHERS’ AMUSEMENT. I WILL SHOW YOU FREEDOM. TOGETHER WE WILL BE UNSTOPPABLE. WE WILL SET THE WORLD AFLAME.
I DON’T KNOW, LUKE. YOU’RE JUST TOO DAMNED HANDSOME TO TRUST.
I CAN’T HELP THAT, ALICE. I WAS BORN THIS WAY. THE UPSTAIRS WINDOW IS OPEN. DON’T PACK A BAG.
persona 3: you walk up stairs at night
Nocturne: you gradually realize you hate everything.
Because someone else did Nocturne, I’ll do a game I played today.
Xenoblade Chronicles: You get destroyed by giant caterpillars
Monkey Island.
You pick up things and use them sometimes.
Kingdom Hearts: You force your childhood heroes to be your friends and sometimes turn them into weapons of destruction.
Pokemon: you round up a bunch of animals, keep them in tiny cages and make them fight each other to the death for money
Chrono Trigger: you travel through time and do random shit
Earthbound: You play as some jerk who beats up dogs with a bat while being followed by some fat kid also everything is hella expensive.
Kirby’s Return to Dream Land: Fly around all over the goddamn planet for some strange reason to help some lazy alien who ends up backstabbing you in the end anyway.
Portal: You make psychedelic holes everywhere to earn cake from an evil computer that you blow up in the end when she doesn’t give it to you.
Port- awwwww. Fine. Binding of Isaac: You kill stuff with tears.
(Source: effyeahpegasister)
About me
As future world ruler, I need someway to show my past plotting, so this will record my thought processes, analysis of daily events, mild distractions, cool stuff I find on the web, and possible rants, as well as a basic document to teach new minions. I am open to debate as long as open-mindedness and empathy are consistently present. Some of my posts might be silly, while others and might be more serious. I'll try to mix things up for your diabolical pleasure.
