Metanoia

Meet Maxwell Anderson.

Hello readers! As you have read in one of our previous chapters; I in fact interviewed one of our two main protagonists, Ida-Florence Blackwood. 

However, here we have an interview with our mysterious male protagonist; Maxwell Anderson. This interview was written by the co-writer of Metanoia, @RandomTheUnicorn.

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"Hello and welcome back to the place where we hold all the interviews. I'm your host-" 

AN ERROR HAS OCCURRED

"- and today we will be interviewing our good friend, Maxwell Anderson. We had just met our wonderful guest, Miss Ida-Florence, and now it's time for another-"

*Whispers from offstage*
The host tries to keep a smile. 

"What do you mean he isn't here?"

More offstage whispers"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Okay."Person offstage hands the host a tape"Okay, so it appears our special guest had mysteriously vanished. Something about portals and dimensional travel. What I want to know is if we can play this tape?"Camera man nods"Then do it."~THE MESSAGE YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE WAS IN POOR CONDITION. MOST OF THE WORDS USED IN IT ARE FROM THE AUTHORS BEST GUESS. THANK YOU.~3...2...1...

*Static* Hel- *more static* -lo there. 

If you are playing this tape, that means something horrible has happened to me, and I have died.

If I am not dead, and you are watching this, f^¢# you then. This tape is meant only to be viewed if I die. If I have given it to you, congratulations, we are somewhat friends-Everything I said there is a lie.

Anyway, you probably want to know what is going on. Here, I'll tell you. I. Died. End of story.Why am I making such a video? Well, I want to be remembered, because I have fought long and hard for what is right. I will not be forgotten or remembered as the little bratty child who caused trouble. 

No; that isn't me.

The real me is on the screen in front of you. 

~BEING THAT THIS IS A MESSAGE, THERE WILL BE NO SCREEN PROVIDED.~ 

So, let me tell you who the real me is. I am Maxwell Anderson. Born November 17th, deceased unknown date, I am currently seventeen-years-old while making this video.

I was born in a place called Field Stone, a nice cozy town, until it was bombed by Dragon Claw. I was very little when it all started, but I remember it all clearly. *sniffle*Anyway, my hometown is dead. My parents, too.I live with my Uncle Roman in a network of tunnels with the other survivors of Dragon Claw's invasion. Together, we formed a "resistance" called Beacon. If I had a chance to rename the place, I'd call it "Get the F^¢* out of here &$$holes." But that doesn't seem to be happening anytime soon.I really don't think this is very necessary, but I'm doing it anyway, I'll tell you a bit about my body, and who I am as a person.I have somewhat long dark brown hair that is typically messy. To go with my hair, I have dark brown eyes that look black sometimes. No, I am not a demon. 

*static*

I am 182.88cm tall. Or 6 feet tall, and very muscular and tan. I have scars all over my body, but I tend to hide them. The one that is visible to pretty much everybody is the one under my right eye. I got that as Beacon was just starting up. I was a little kid, and I was running up and down the halls because I was suuuuuper boredd. I tripped, and landed face-first into some barbed wire. I almost lost an eye that day. And this is why we have a "no running" rule at Beacon.

My clothes? Well, they're just my typical gray and blue baseball shirt with the sleeves that end just before the wrists; my favorite shirt with all the oil stains and blood spots. It smells like sh!t, but I love it. To go with it is my casual blue jeans with the holes in the knees.And now for my very unique and unforgettable personality.

~THE TAPE ENDED HERE BUT MORE WAS RECORDED. WE ARE SKIPPING TO THE POINT WHERE MAXWELL CONTINUES.~

I'm not-t-t-t sure where it ended, but I'm sure it had something to do with my personality. So, I'll just start over.For starters, I am an atheist. There is no God. Second of all, I am bisexual. Bi and single. Anybody can come and ride this gorgeous beast. 

~Please ignore the snickers coming from the crowd, thank you~

*clears throat*Anyway, I see myself as a very strong-willed person. I am focused and straight- to-the-point. Having some skills with words, I am very confident in my work and myself.However, I do tend to be a bit strict, and seri- 

HEY! YEAH, YOU! SHUT UP! I'M BUSY IN HERE!!

 -where was I? Ah, yes, I may be a bit serious. I also tend to be a little too sarcastic at times. I also put very little trust in people whom I have just met, because I have had a terrible childhood. What do you expect? Me to be perfectly fine?

I wish.

A list of things that I like: Beacon, my Uncle Roman (NOT IN A SEXUAL OR ROMANTIC KIND OF WAY!!), machines because they are better to deal with than humans, and the only picture of my family left. 

And now for a list of things I dislike: Dragon Claw (shocking, it's at the front), slackers, spies, homophobes, religions, plans that don't work out or utterly fail, but most of all, I hate water. *shivers* I'll drink it if I have to, but I hate the stuff. With a passion. 

And finally, my list of things I fear: Losing the people I love and care for - my Uncle Roman more than others, if I am honest. Dragon Claw taking complete control of my world, making everything I have worked so hard for pointless. Dying, because who isn't afraid of that? But most of all, I am afraid of....water. OH DEAR NONEXISTENT GOD WHY!? The stuff terrifies me! Bloody f^¢*ing awful! I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about the stuff! *shivers* 

Anyway, that seems to be the end of my list here, thank you for watching. If I really am dead, thank you for the crappy life, I really enjoyed it. If I am not dead, then I'll see ya later f^¢*ers! 

*static then a blank black screen*

"Well, that was certainly interesting... Tune in next time to watch us watch dogs eat hotdogs and run wild for ten straight hours!"

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Thankyou @RandomTheUnicorn for the amazing interview!! Up next, Ida and Maxwell formally meet for the first time - will things go the way they're planned? Find out in the upcoming chapter of Metanoia.