Silence REDUX

Descent REDUX

Music.

Forgotten words, hanging in the air.

Begging for interpretation.

Begging for one listen.

But no one does.

Trapped, like the wind in a jar. Conquered by Todd Stepp, never to be heard again. Only a distant whisper in the forsaken past. Replaced with dull husks of people and mindless slaves, bowing before Stepp International.

This stolen noise constantly being pumped into artificial wildlife, turning them into whatever ambience was shot into their code. Producing faceless workers, with little regard for anything other than Stepp.

Most models were built after dragons or humans, to signify power. The power to destroy anyone seen as inferior. The power to play God, creating our own devoted people, ditching the living things.

Neon. Never before seen as harmful, now injected into everyone to advance Stepp's kingdom come. To take away the bleak color scheme that was granted our world since the beginning. To spruce up such a dark, depressing palette by changing genetics themselves.

Not many survived the penetration of their own selves. Stepp gave no regards. They bled neon orange all over the sidewalk until they collapsed. Their bodies removed from the streets by SI, only to be desecrated by SI, permeated with hollow music, in essence, proclaiming him their king. Their true love.

Those who did survive the transformation, if lucky, were allowed to continue living lives with orange hued skin. Many unfortunate sods were forced into labor by men with bigger guns and higher authority. Those who did not comply were thrown onto the main street of every town with their mouths sewn shut and limbs cut off, until greeted by Stepp himself. After pointless rhetoric, a firing squad finished these martyrs off.

The world was being molded to the will of Todd Stepp. His sick charade plagued all of society, his roots digging into every aspect of life. His disease spreading, killing...

But not any more.

I will stand before the deceiver himself, and tear him apart, like the sheet of paper he is.

I will bury him in a shallow grave his broken hands won't be able to claw out of.

I will sentence him to the very depths of hell he was forged in.

I will end his pathetic excuse of an existence.

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Some of you may be thinking, "I just read the same bloody thing. Is he expecting me to vote on this again?" But read the second chapter of the last iteration. Wasn't there something... missing? Like good? It was trash, and I am fixing the story so it can be presentable. Part 2 coming soon, and it's an entirely different chapter than the other chapter 2.