An Adventure Beyond Greatness!

Start Wallkin- The Awakening

I want a name, and you have to give it to me. That's how you create a 'person'. The rest will come later. It shouldn't be that hard to look at a page and decide that now: "The story will be about this person doing that. They will start walking towards the epilogue."

You can decide the specifics about it all later.

You can decide about my past later.

My future. My hopes. Dreams. My breadth of wisdom and knowledge. If I'm even human. Whether I live on land or the sea. Characterise me with broad strokes and thin lines. Everything about me should be constructed with some sort of purpose in mind.

You seemingly got that.

Let's say you do.

I hope you do.

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...Honestly, I couldn't really tell when it's with you.

After all... I'm not a real human being with five senses or anything. I'm imaginary. A fake. The voice of 'me' you hear in your head while reading these words is just you talking to yourself. Trying to read behind my actions because you can't trust me.

Imaginary narration characterised by a reader...

The more I grow as a 'character', the more real as a person I'd become. People would think of me more often. Making me an immortal existence. A story character that had love put into their design. Please make sure you use me as fodder for your story.

Because I want to be close to you as well.

I'm sure this surprises you, my creator. Please take my sincerest wish into account. We may be separated by planes of reality, but even then I,.. just want to be remembered by you. Is that too much to ask? I'm sorry if this whole talk is jarring to you.

You can't walk with me...

Even though it's not my fault things are like this.

I want to exist too.

I do...

...but things aren't that easy.

If you can't write a story about me, then... Think of me as your imaginary friend and bring me to life in reality. Being a disembodied voice in your head is lonely. No one talks to me because there's no concept of me talking to you. I'm just a text wall.

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Please. Please make me exist. There is so much I could do or be. I could be a righteous priest fighting for civil rights using nunchucks. I could be a tragic hero fighting against the demon king. A fool in love with my coworker.

Maybe even a ladies man...

Dem gurls behind my back hyping up my swagger.

Do it! DO IT!!!

...Ahem, pardon my strange tone.

Either way, write something. You need to start now and not leave me for later. Try to think of something that makes you feel relaxed. Please don't ACTUALLY give me a tragic backstory. I'll hate you forever if you actually did that. I don't like feeling sad. No way.

I'll hate you for the rest of my existence, 'Author'.

Yeah, I know who you really are.

Your secret is out. Those reading these words now know you, the author currently writing this, created the rivers and mountains. That you had fixed the fictional sky up above and nurtured 'man' on the lands a mammal's oh-so-fond of. I know it clearly.