Sorry, folks, this one's too serious for my zany captions. No mouseovers for you! ...well, I might think of something later, but not right now. I'm kinda in a rut right now.
M.A. Labombard
[December 6]
To get the plot going faster I'm actually going through my concept pages and fusing them together. Because of that it's going to be a bit wordier.
[Transcript] - Rudy's narrating, "The dark... id starded when I was kinder... I saw an heard things... I couldn sleep mos nights...
I once made d'misdake of tell'n my parents aboud it. Dey thoud I was lyin ad firsd, then dey thought maybe somedin was wrong wid me. I learned not to tell anyone, bud I was still growin up differen from d'other kids. I was know'n things that I wudn't supposed to, an I couldn't always hide it."
As a kid Rudy's speaking to a disembodied voice, "I'm not supposed to talk to you."
"And why is that?"
"They said they'd lock me up if they caught me talking to dead people again."
"Who told you I was dead?"
"They did."
"Well now, that's interesting. Wasn't there a prophet that once said... "Let the dead bury their dead."? Take a look around you. You're in the land of the dead. They punish you because you speak to the living."
"You're not real."
"I'm more real than you."
"If we're all dead, then why do people make babies?"
"All viruses reproduce. All are fragmented and incomplete, requiring a host to survive. A truely living being does not depend upon the elements around it to sustain itself. The earth is Tartarus. A primary hosting ground for the dead. The dead, in turn, make secondary hosts out of one another."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I can... because you can hear me... and because... your life here is a means to an end... No matter what you do in this life... no one will ever listen to you or take you seriously. No matter how much you want to be heard...... no one will hear... anymore than they hear me... Wearing the cloak of the dead will not gain you merit... The cloak is all they will see... Form... not substance..."
"What does that mean?"
"Ah, screw it. You'll find out when you get older. And don't pay any mind.. I'm just rambling. I've been on cosmic patrol for fourteen thousand years. The changeover was supposed to happen at twelve... but... like any other hsit job.. I'm stuck doing a double shift..."
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