Jomei's Journey to the LAND OF MYTH!
Mar 14, 2019 9:48:50 GMT -7
Post by herbivorous hydra on Mar 14, 2019 9:48:50 GMT -7
Jomei Travels to Build a Stronghold, BUT WHAT WILL ENSUE?
"Gets lonely out here, huh?"
Jomei was talking to an explosive clay snake he made. He had used one slot, now only wielding 39. He had not gone out here with just clay, certainly. He held his standard crossbow in hand, his bolts in both his belt quiver and back quiver. He kept his 9 dancing stars, 2 tree feather tokens, and single senbon in his quick loader pouch in his individual legs equipment. 3 knife bundles and 3 kunai bundles filled his belt half slots AND quick loader slot on his belt, completely loaded. In his assault pack hanging off his back, he had a wineskin, walkie talkie, multi-tool, flint, standard flashlight, compass, map scroll, rebar splint, field cauterizer, 57 zipties, 2 gravitic pressure bandages, 16 caltrops, 4 kunai, 9 smoke pellets, animal fauna textbook, and plant fauna textbook. With his two clay pouches hanging off his left leg, he was fully prepared for a battle, attack, ambush, however you would put it, if they were of his rank and class. He doesn't know what either of these things are, so when I, the narrator, said this, he became very confused and began yelling quite rude insults towards me, the narrator, for honestly no reason.
"STOP NARRATING MY THOUGHTS!"
No. Jomei would give up the battle he could not win, now realizing that talking to the narrator was as useless as the snake on his shoulder trying to think on its own. Every time it blinked; every time it hissed; every time it moved, flicked its tongue, opened its mouth; it was all apart of his will telling it too. Jomei realized he himself was my, the narrator's, clay creature, made of flesh, hair, and bone. Little did he realize he was just a compilation of properly placed 1's and 0's. He'd almost have an existential crisis if the narrator didn't immediately remove that cringy ass crybaby shit. You are only allowed the emotion I give you, nothing else. You, I mean, Jomei is only I allowed to feel the emotion the narrator gives him. Anything else is blasphemy to his god, the narrator.
"I'm just gonna go back to walking?"
Oh right. Jomei would continue walking, talking to his snake creature he gave life to, not realizing the insignificance he felt about this snake, just how expendable it was to him, was- what? You think I'd say that about my creation? No! He is my heart and soul put into a fictional world of superhuman feats and creatures. He is apathetic, and selfish, but I'll be damned if he didn't make some bonds with people who truly change him for the better!
Jomei would continue walking. His travel would end at the coordinates, his mission would end at the completion of the stronghold. But his adventure is a neverending spiral of twists and turns, euphoria and grief, happiness and sadness, earning trust and breaking bonds. He had a lot ahead of him. He has just yet to see his path.
[Jomei is traveling to the Land of Myth]
Jomei was talking to an explosive clay snake he made. He had used one slot, now only wielding 39. He had not gone out here with just clay, certainly. He held his standard crossbow in hand, his bolts in both his belt quiver and back quiver. He kept his 9 dancing stars, 2 tree feather tokens, and single senbon in his quick loader pouch in his individual legs equipment. 3 knife bundles and 3 kunai bundles filled his belt half slots AND quick loader slot on his belt, completely loaded. In his assault pack hanging off his back, he had a wineskin, walkie talkie, multi-tool, flint, standard flashlight, compass, map scroll, rebar splint, field cauterizer, 57 zipties, 2 gravitic pressure bandages, 16 caltrops, 4 kunai, 9 smoke pellets, animal fauna textbook, and plant fauna textbook. With his two clay pouches hanging off his left leg, he was fully prepared for a battle, attack, ambush, however you would put it, if they were of his rank and class. He doesn't know what either of these things are, so when I, the narrator, said this, he became very confused and began yelling quite rude insults towards me, the narrator, for honestly no reason.
"STOP NARRATING MY THOUGHTS!"
No. Jomei would give up the battle he could not win, now realizing that talking to the narrator was as useless as the snake on his shoulder trying to think on its own. Every time it blinked; every time it hissed; every time it moved, flicked its tongue, opened its mouth; it was all apart of his will telling it too. Jomei realized he himself was my, the narrator's, clay creature, made of flesh, hair, and bone. Little did he realize he was just a compilation of properly placed 1's and 0's. He'd almost have an existential crisis if the narrator didn't immediately remove that cringy ass crybaby shit. You are only allowed the emotion I give you, nothing else. You, I mean, Jomei is only I allowed to feel the emotion the narrator gives him. Anything else is blasphemy to his god, the narrator.
"I'm just gonna go back to walking?"
Oh right. Jomei would continue walking, talking to his snake creature he gave life to, not realizing the insignificance he felt about this snake, just how expendable it was to him, was- what? You think I'd say that about my creation? No! He is my heart and soul put into a fictional world of superhuman feats and creatures. He is apathetic, and selfish, but I'll be damned if he didn't make some bonds with people who truly change him for the better!
Jomei would continue walking. His travel would end at the coordinates, his mission would end at the completion of the stronghold. But his adventure is a neverending spiral of twists and turns, euphoria and grief, happiness and sadness, earning trust and breaking bonds. He had a lot ahead of him. He has just yet to see his path.
[Jomei is traveling to the Land of Myth]
