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So, this is a story that I more or less came up with on the spot after looking through a CD collection and finding the Gun's N Roses album titled "Use Your Illusion", and right after realizing that my review for Sonic 1 didn't save right But that's beside the point. Anyways, hope you guys like this little short story. I put quite a lot of effort into it,and it's definitely something that I am quite proud of.Enjoy .


Part 1

Soul Story:
Why do people enjoy sleeping so much? How does it set someone at ease knowing that their body is shutting down for hours, while being thrown into a fake world, known as a Dream? Is this supposed to be their heaven? I just can’t grasp my mind on how this is supposed to be such a peaceful thing for somebody, when they don’t know when they’ll wake up, or if they actually will wake up…

That one night, in that deep slumber, these were the only words I could here, right before I realized that I would never wake up again. The next day, almost nobody noticed. Not a single tear was shed. Not a single heart was broke. Disappointment was shared, but for such a short moment. The story of my death didn’t last long, but that’s only because nobody really knew me, and I was abandoned very early. My burial was held, yet nobody came to pay their respects. Reviewing my life, it’s not surprising. I was always that one person who never stood out in the crowd. I tend to just stay away from sight, and hide myself and everything about myself. However, I did end up having some good times on this planet, in this life, but they never truly lasted long. They were always cut too short.

However, the end in this world is but the very beginning of a new story, one in a better world, where I have a much better story, and a much better time. It starts off at where my last one ends, but with a completely past, present and future. Kind of like an alternate world, if you’d like to say. Everyone at least deserves a second chance, right?

Part 2

Current Timeline:
I awoke that morning, sun beaming into my eyes through an open window, in a well crafted room, I just lay here, knowing that I forgot something. Something very special and important to me, but I can’t put a grasp on it. After trying to remember, I quickly give up and continue on with my day.

Soul Story:
It’s not as if I have amnesia. I am still the same person and all, but everything I knew up until now has been replaced with false memories, but the memories I did know are still intact deep within my consciousness…

Current Timeline:
After waking up and getting ready to leave, I saw a news broadcast about a very poor person dying in their sleep last night. For some reason, this story was very familiar, even though it shouldn’t have been, since everyone that I know is still alive, even my grandparents. I just brushed it off and forgot all about it, went on with my day, pretended it didn’t happen basically. However, it wasn’t the end of it, since it still kept me annoyed, leaving a horrible sensation that something was a problem…

Soul Story:
Something seems to be a problem. The memories of the previous me seems to still reside in the current version, which could lead to huge problems. The problem with self realization and the discovery the real life could cause this whole world to collapse, leaving this version in an oblivion like world, where nothing is alive. Nothing coming, nothing going, just a blank endless room that’s shrouded in black fog.

Part 3

Current Timeline:
My job consists of writing reviews for all sorts of stuff. Movies, locations, bands, you name it. It’s a pretty good job, pays well and all. However, I still feel like I’m brand new at this job, even though I was supposed to be a professional at it, being in this for 6 years now and already having over five hundred reviews done. It’s almost to the point where it’s too difficult to think of something to type up. What is the problem with me? So many odd things going on today, am I not who I used to be? Am I but a mere doppelganger of somebody else? This can’t possibly be the life I’ve been living this whole time. Who am I? Or if it comes down to it, what am I?

Soul Story:
If this ends badly, I’m sure that I will die permanently this time. There’s no telling what could result from this sudden and quick self realization. Soon, I will learn that I had died in the actual reality, and then completely snap. If this happens, there will be nothing but regret and pain in store for myself. There is nothing I can do. The me in that reality must save themselves to be able to survive and keep the second life given.

Current Timeline:
I don’t know what happened. It was all a big shock, a big black space. I don’t know how I did it, nor do I know why I did it. I took the life of another person. I killed that guy back there in that store. How could this be? Have I truly gone insane? This can’t be happening! There MUST be some type of mistake! I would never kill another person… This life is a precious gift to me. I would never betray that thought by ending somebody else’s. Now the police are chasing me down… This is very, very bad! This isn’t real, this isn’t my reality, I am already dead!

Soul Story:
Well, this truly is the end. The thought of limitless lives and immortality do some like a corruptible and silly idea. Why it would ever exist is a wonder all within its own. You’d think that there’s some type of merciful God orchestrating this whole thing, when it’d probably be more of an evil and sadistic Demon planning this whole nightmare out. If this loving god truly did care a bit for his people, then he’d send them to a more peaceful, non-confusing heaven. Life within itself is a pain to go through, since there are too many lessons to learn and too many flaws to fix within your short life. Maybe now I can actually finally rest in peace….

Part 3

Current Time:
The final sights of my false illusion of a life. After running for some time, I ended up hitting a dead end in my tracks. The long escape ended as a failure. They cornered me down by a back alley of a disgusting city. Not my ideal death bed. Surrounding me were dumpsters that have overflowed far too much, leaking garbage all over the narrow path. I tried looking for a way to escape without digging myself into deeper trouble, but there were no paths. No empty roads. No hope. Three police man stood in front of me. All with their guns up, aiming right at me. I still had my gun in my pocket. Should I even try? This world of illusions has only caused me more pain then what my actual reality gave me. Should I really try to fight my way out, when my heaven will just be ruined into the hateful life I already died in? I had to make a choice quick, but I was too slow. In the middle of thinking, all I could hear was a single gun being shot. It was then and there that I felt blood flowing from the top of my head. It was then and there that I had finally realized that I was dead. I slowly collapsed upon that dirty alley ground. Blood still flowing, police offers feeling victorious. But this isn’t what I had imagined would happen when I’d die. I could still see everything. I could see the blood flowing from my head, the garbage along the ground, the lights radiating into the fog from the cop cars, everything. This could mean absolutely one thing…

Whole:
I am now connected and one with my soul. After long await, after the horrible reality and the wretched dream world, I am now one and whole. I can now finally be able to have my final resting state….

The surrounding area filled with a black fog, a deep, deep fog that has hidden everything that was in site beyond it. I tried to escape the fog, but there was just empty space everywhere. Is this the punishment I get for the sins I have done? Is this truly my endless suffering state? It seems like this is where my story ends, unfortunately. This time, it truly does end here, it seems. No resurrections in alternate dimensions, no heavenly place awaiting me, not even eternal peace and sleep. Just this torturous black haze and an endless terrain. Not too surprising, since I did state that this would be one of the possible resulting ends for me. And then and there, a bright light shone above, shining as bright and white as a heavenly charm. Actually, this is in fact a heavenly charm. This is the one and only that truly calls himself “God”.

Soft Distant Voice:
“So it seems you are already aware of whom I am? Very well, guess it shouldn’t be too surprising, since everything is as the stories you’ve been told. No need for the pity stories, then. Or the long, exaggerating tales, painful lectures, and others. Should I just cut to the chase here and now? Oh, that is correct. I forgot that you didn’t have a voice throughout your whole life, in your reality and illusion. Then here, this is my better gift to you.”

Whole:
I had never had a voice before, this is true. Throughout every life I’ve lived, I have been a mute. This was the majority of my problems in life. People would always think I was weird, or rude, or just plain stupid. Due to that, I had cut myself off from the world, deciding to never try to interact with anyone in any way possible. I guess the professional reviewer job I had in the illusion was a way to pay me back for that.
On my first try, I was able to speak clearly and perfectly, and this is what I said.
“Hello, God, it is I, the one who shall screech their names across the heavens in a glorious victory. I am the one who shall unlock the keys to the galaxies and dimensions, only to be the new king amongst the land. I am the one who shall take you down off that golden throne of yours to teach you what the real feeling of what eternal pain is! It is I. The one and only, Mega Revolution. I shall strike you down and forever take my place among the stars. Are you prepared for your heavenly defeat?” Right after that speech, a light had shown around a silhouette, which had then become me.

The one who called himself God then had a tiny little chuckle, and slowly floated down the ground upon which I stood on. He appeared to me as an old man that is just about to die. Was this on purpose, set as a trap to fool me into thinking I was going to be able to easily kill him? Or is this the real end, easier than I thought it would have been?

God:
“Well, you DO still want to strike me down and take my place, don’t you? Now is your real chance. I have put you under enough suffering for now, I’d say. I’d say now is your time of relief. Now, use your illusion. Create your choice of weapon that you will strike me down with.”

Whole:
Right then and there, in my hand, I was holding onto a gun with only one bullet inside. This was my one and only chance that I would ever be granted to strike him down.
I threw the gun on the ground, and said but only a few statements. “I shall not kill you with the tools that had put me into a state of suffering that I had lived through in my illusion. That would solve nothing, and only create a tiny sense of irony. What I shall kill you with, though, is with what had TRULY killed me. Not me in the illusion, or I wouldn’t have thrown away the gun. But with the sense of true realization of who you are, and that isn’t some merciful and loving lord, but a cruel, sadistic dictator.”
After saying that, God had looked me square in my eyes, gave a small little smile, and then thanked me for freeing him from his curse, and then faded away into the dark fog.

Right after he had faded away, the dark and foggy background that used to be surrounding me flashed and turned into a lovely and beautiful land, filled with a deep blue sky and green waving fields of grass. This is what true peace is. This was truly my final resting place. I could finally rest in peace, now finally achieving that goal that I had once forgotten in my illusion. This is the end. As I faded into this blue sky, I sang a line of a song that I have always truly loved, from the song “Spirit in the Sky”.
“Oh, set me up with the spirit in the sky~. That’s where I’m gonna go when I die~. When I die and they lay me to rest, I’m gonna go to the place that’s the best~… Go to the place that’s the best….”

After Story

The day after I had died in the reality that I had actually lived in, literally everybody that had ever knew me completely forgot me. As if I had never truly existed in the first place. The illusion world is basically self explanatory. It was never real. Nothing that had ever happened in there ever occurred in any real time or place. There was no such thing as an “alternate dimension”. Along with everything else, it was but an elaborate illusion set up by God himself. While he wasn’t the merciful God we thought we knew, he was still an all knowing one, since he did all this just so I could take his place.

The End
So, this is a story that I more or less came up with on the spot after looking through a CD collection and finding the Gun's N Roses album titled "Use Your Illusion", and right after realizing that my review for Sonic 1 didn't save right But that's beside the point. Anyways, hope you guys like this little short story. I put quite a lot of effort into it,and it's definitely something that I am quite proud of.Enjoy .


Part 1

Soul Story:
Why do people enjoy sleeping so much? How does it set someone at ease knowing that their body is shutting down for hours, while being thrown into a fake world, known as a Dream? Is this supposed to be their heaven? I just can’t grasp my mind on how this is supposed to be such a peaceful thing for somebody, when they don’t know when they’ll wake up, or if they actually will wake up…

That one night, in that deep slumber, these were the only words I could here, right before I realized that I would never wake up again. The next day, almost nobody noticed. Not a single tear was shed. Not a single heart was broke. Disappointment was shared, but for such a short moment. The story of my death didn’t last long, but that’s only because nobody really knew me, and I was abandoned very early. My burial was held, yet nobody came to pay their respects. Reviewing my life, it’s not surprising. I was always that one person who never stood out in the crowd. I tend to just stay away from sight, and hide myself and everything about myself. However, I did end up having some good times on this planet, in this life, but they never truly lasted long. They were always cut too short.

However, the end in this world is but the very beginning of a new story, one in a better world, where I have a much better story, and a much better time. It starts off at where my last one ends, but with a completely past, present and future. Kind of like an alternate world, if you’d like to say. Everyone at least deserves a second chance, right?

Part 2

Current Timeline:
I awoke that morning, sun beaming into my eyes through an open window, in a well crafted room, I just lay here, knowing that I forgot something. Something very special and important to me, but I can’t put a grasp on it. After trying to remember, I quickly give up and continue on with my day.

Soul Story:
It’s not as if I have amnesia. I am still the same person and all, but everything I knew up until now has been replaced with false memories, but the memories I did know are still intact deep within my consciousness…

Current Timeline:
After waking up and getting ready to leave, I saw a news broadcast about a very poor person dying in their sleep last night. For some reason, this story was very familiar, even though it shouldn’t have been, since everyone that I know is still alive, even my grandparents. I just brushed it off and forgot all about it, went on with my day, pretended it didn’t happen basically. However, it wasn’t the end of it, since it still kept me annoyed, leaving a horrible sensation that something was a problem…

Soul Story:
Something seems to be a problem. The memories of the previous me seems to still reside in the current version, which could lead to huge problems. The problem with self realization and the discovery the real life could cause this whole world to collapse, leaving this version in an oblivion like world, where nothing is alive. Nothing coming, nothing going, just a blank endless room that’s shrouded in black fog.

Part 3

Current Timeline:
My job consists of writing reviews for all sorts of stuff. Movies, locations, bands, you name it. It’s a pretty good job, pays well and all. However, I still feel like I’m brand new at this job, even though I was supposed to be a professional at it, being in this for 6 years now and already having over five hundred reviews done. It’s almost to the point where it’s too difficult to think of something to type up. What is the problem with me? So many odd things going on today, am I not who I used to be? Am I but a mere doppelganger of somebody else? This can’t possibly be the life I’ve been living this whole time. Who am I? Or if it comes down to it, what am I?

Soul Story:
If this ends badly, I’m sure that I will die permanently this time. There’s no telling what could result from this sudden and quick self realization. Soon, I will learn that I had died in the actual reality, and then completely snap. If this happens, there will be nothing but regret and pain in store for myself. There is nothing I can do. The me in that reality must save themselves to be able to survive and keep the second life given.

Current Timeline:
I don’t know what happened. It was all a big shock, a big black space. I don’t know how I did it, nor do I know why I did it. I took the life of another person. I killed that guy back there in that store. How could this be? Have I truly gone insane? This can’t be happening! There MUST be some type of mistake! I would never kill another person… This life is a precious gift to me. I would never betray that thought by ending somebody else’s. Now the police are chasing me down… This is very, very bad! This isn’t real, this isn’t my reality, I am already dead!

Soul Story:
Well, this truly is the end. The thought of limitless lives and immortality do some like a corruptible and silly idea. Why it would ever exist is a wonder all within its own. You’d think that there’s some type of merciful God orchestrating this whole thing, when it’d probably be more of an evil and sadistic Demon planning this whole nightmare out. If this loving god truly did care a bit for his people, then he’d send them to a more peaceful, non-confusing heaven. Life within itself is a pain to go through, since there are too many lessons to learn and too many flaws to fix within your short life. Maybe now I can actually finally rest in peace….

Part 3

Current Time:
The final sights of my false illusion of a life. After running for some time, I ended up hitting a dead end in my tracks. The long escape ended as a failure. They cornered me down by a back alley of a disgusting city. Not my ideal death bed. Surrounding me were dumpsters that have overflowed far too much, leaking garbage all over the narrow path. I tried looking for a way to escape without digging myself into deeper trouble, but there were no paths. No empty roads. No hope. Three police man stood in front of me. All with their guns up, aiming right at me. I still had my gun in my pocket. Should I even try? This world of illusions has only caused me more pain then what my actual reality gave me. Should I really try to fight my way out, when my heaven will just be ruined into the hateful life I already died in? I had to make a choice quick, but I was too slow. In the middle of thinking, all I could hear was a single gun being shot. It was then and there that I felt blood flowing from the top of my head. It was then and there that I had finally realized that I was dead. I slowly collapsed upon that dirty alley ground. Blood still flowing, police offers feeling victorious. But this isn’t what I had imagined would happen when I’d die. I could still see everything. I could see the blood flowing from my head, the garbage along the ground, the lights radiating into the fog from the cop cars, everything. This could mean absolutely one thing…

Whole:
I am now connected and one with my soul. After long await, after the horrible reality and the wretched dream world, I am now one and whole. I can now finally be able to have my final resting state….

The surrounding area filled with a black fog, a deep, deep fog that has hidden everything that was in site beyond it. I tried to escape the fog, but there was just empty space everywhere. Is this the punishment I get for the sins I have done? Is this truly my endless suffering state? It seems like this is where my story ends, unfortunately. This time, it truly does end here, it seems. No resurrections in alternate dimensions, no heavenly place awaiting me, not even eternal peace and sleep. Just this torturous black haze and an endless terrain. Not too surprising, since I did state that this would be one of the possible resulting ends for me. And then and there, a bright light shone above, shining as bright and white as a heavenly charm. Actually, this is in fact a heavenly charm. This is the one and only that truly calls himself “God”.

Soft Distant Voice:
“So it seems you are already aware of whom I am? Very well, guess it shouldn’t be too surprising, since everything is as the stories you’ve been told. No need for the pity stories, then. Or the long, exaggerating tales, painful lectures, and others. Should I just cut to the chase here and now? Oh, that is correct. I forgot that you didn’t have a voice throughout your whole life, in your reality and illusion. Then here, this is my better gift to you.”

Whole:
I had never had a voice before, this is true. Throughout every life I’ve lived, I have been a mute. This was the majority of my problems in life. People would always think I was weird, or rude, or just plain stupid. Due to that, I had cut myself off from the world, deciding to never try to interact with anyone in any way possible. I guess the professional reviewer job I had in the illusion was a way to pay me back for that.
On my first try, I was able to speak clearly and perfectly, and this is what I said.
“Hello, God, it is I, the one who shall screech their names across the heavens in a glorious victory. I am the one who shall unlock the keys to the galaxies and dimensions, only to be the new king amongst the land. I am the one who shall take you down off that golden throne of yours to teach you what the real feeling of what eternal pain is! It is I. The one and only, Mega Revolution. I shall strike you down and forever take my place among the stars. Are you prepared for your heavenly defeat?” Right after that speech, a light had shown around a silhouette, which had then become me.

The one who called himself God then had a tiny little chuckle, and slowly floated down the ground upon which I stood on. He appeared to me as an old man that is just about to die. Was this on purpose, set as a trap to fool me into thinking I was going to be able to easily kill him? Or is this the real end, easier than I thought it would have been?

God:
“Well, you DO still want to strike me down and take my place, don’t you? Now is your real chance. I have put you under enough suffering for now, I’d say. I’d say now is your time of relief. Now, use your illusion. Create your choice of weapon that you will strike me down with.”

Whole:
Right then and there, in my hand, I was holding onto a gun with only one bullet inside. This was my one and only chance that I would ever be granted to strike him down.
I threw the gun on the ground, and said but only a few statements. “I shall not kill you with the tools that had put me into a state of suffering that I had lived through in my illusion. That would solve nothing, and only create a tiny sense of irony. What I shall kill you with, though, is with what had TRULY killed me. Not me in the illusion, or I wouldn’t have thrown away the gun. But with the sense of true realization of who you are, and that isn’t some merciful and loving lord, but a cruel, sadistic dictator.”
After saying that, God had looked me square in my eyes, gave a small little smile, and then thanked me for freeing him from his curse, and then faded away into the dark fog.

Right after he had faded away, the dark and foggy background that used to be surrounding me flashed and turned into a lovely and beautiful land, filled with a deep blue sky and green waving fields of grass. This is what true peace is. This was truly my final resting place. I could finally rest in peace, now finally achieving that goal that I had once forgotten in my illusion. This is the end. As I faded into this blue sky, I sang a line of a song that I have always truly loved, from the song “Spirit in the Sky”.
“Oh, set me up with the spirit in the sky~. That’s where I’m gonna go when I die~. When I die and they lay me to rest, I’m gonna go to the place that’s the best~… Go to the place that’s the best….”

After Story

The day after I had died in the reality that I had actually lived in, literally everybody that had ever knew me completely forgot me. As if I had never truly existed in the first place. The illusion world is basically self explanatory. It was never real. Nothing that had ever happened in there ever occurred in any real time or place. There was no such thing as an “alternate dimension”. Along with everything else, it was but an elaborate illusion set up by God himself. While he wasn’t the merciful God we thought we knew, he was still an all knowing one, since he did all this just so I could take his place.

The End
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