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Joby was not an ordinary boy, long had he dreamed of being normal, but sadly not one doctor could find the solution to his problem, the final diagnosis was,
'....you son suffers from what we now call a brain divide, his personality is split, not like normal spilt personalities, as one side of your son wants to kill the other, they are permanentely in battle, we could give him drugs, but sadly the lung problems he inherited are not going to allow him the drugs to keep him stable....'
That was that, they locked Joby in a room for nine more years, through personal teaching and training he managed to put the evil part of him well inside himself. They called this other half Tom.
He was hiding behind a mask for he knew that if he let his guard down for one second he would allow Tom the right to enter the world.
When Joby reached the age of 22 they released him naming him stable and with a right to freedom. The hospital discharged him into the only place they saw fit. The Streets of Paragon.
***************
Fumbling around I remember smelling some awful brew, I managed to climb onto the wastebin and look into the window of a house which had a few people grouped around... I could make out them as being rather large, I looked somewhat human to them, I knew at that point I would never have to leave Paragon because I would fit in here....
...suddenly I remember this tall dark one looking around, he saw me at the window and pointed, I remember running, sadly it was to know good, the ally was at an end, the figure with a twisted cape came out of the right doorway, he approached me and with his red slit eyes began to burn at my face.
Screaming brought me only more pain, I was coughing without being touched, I felt scars appearing on my face, and then my heart began to burn. I then opened my eyes again, but this time I was outside my body. Suddenly I stood up. I was looking at myself from the outside of my head, much rather like a third person experience the doctors had talked about or I had dreamed about while in my coat white bed. I was no longer in control, Tom had taken over my body and with a huge swing of my arms had hit the caped figure across what can only be called his upper body. He burst into flames, and the three alike figures behind him seemed to quickly move away. Then I re-entered my body, I felt all the pain I was feeling the moment before I left it an instant, what just happened?
Holding my face in deep agony I went into the now empty building that I had just looked into. I felt so different, what had just happaned? I asked myself again.
'I'm free', I turned around, some strange voice had said something to me... 'I'm free' it said again.
This voice wasn't coming from a distance nor was it changing in pitch. It was in my head.
'Tom?' I said with a very nervous voice.
'Yes'
I was talking with the one thing that I had battled for the last nine years, I looked upwards at the ceiling, it seemed so very close.
'Joby, we are one now'
'What do you mean' I cried slowly
'Find a mirror!' he ordered.
Shuffling for a mirror my left arm lifted itself up and rubbed the left side of my head, I watched it do this, and tried to move it down to stop and close it with my right arm. It was impossible.
'Quickly, mirror will help'
No mirror in this building, maybe those caped guys didn't want to look at their own ugly mugs, I wandered out onto the streets again and found a metal plate, wiping it with my right arm I bent over to look in it....
********************
What Joby had seen that day was half of his face, mixed with half of anothers face, Tom said hi through the right side of his mouth to Joby again.
All Joby could say was..
'er...'
All Tom then said was...
'...no!'
Thanks for reading my origins.
er-no
(as maybe pb and turbonutter may know, some of this story is based on real life..)
'....you son suffers from what we now call a brain divide, his personality is split, not like normal spilt personalities, as one side of your son wants to kill the other, they are permanentely in battle, we could give him drugs, but sadly the lung problems he inherited are not going to allow him the drugs to keep him stable....'
That was that, they locked Joby in a room for nine more years, through personal teaching and training he managed to put the evil part of him well inside himself. They called this other half Tom.
He was hiding behind a mask for he knew that if he let his guard down for one second he would allow Tom the right to enter the world.
When Joby reached the age of 22 they released him naming him stable and with a right to freedom. The hospital discharged him into the only place they saw fit. The Streets of Paragon.
***************
Fumbling around I remember smelling some awful brew, I managed to climb onto the wastebin and look into the window of a house which had a few people grouped around... I could make out them as being rather large, I looked somewhat human to them, I knew at that point I would never have to leave Paragon because I would fit in here....
...suddenly I remember this tall dark one looking around, he saw me at the window and pointed, I remember running, sadly it was to know good, the ally was at an end, the figure with a twisted cape came out of the right doorway, he approached me and with his red slit eyes began to burn at my face.
Screaming brought me only more pain, I was coughing without being touched, I felt scars appearing on my face, and then my heart began to burn. I then opened my eyes again, but this time I was outside my body. Suddenly I stood up. I was looking at myself from the outside of my head, much rather like a third person experience the doctors had talked about or I had dreamed about while in my coat white bed. I was no longer in control, Tom had taken over my body and with a huge swing of my arms had hit the caped figure across what can only be called his upper body. He burst into flames, and the three alike figures behind him seemed to quickly move away. Then I re-entered my body, I felt all the pain I was feeling the moment before I left it an instant, what just happened?
Holding my face in deep agony I went into the now empty building that I had just looked into. I felt so different, what had just happaned? I asked myself again.
'I'm free', I turned around, some strange voice had said something to me... 'I'm free' it said again.
This voice wasn't coming from a distance nor was it changing in pitch. It was in my head.
'Tom?' I said with a very nervous voice.
'Yes'
I was talking with the one thing that I had battled for the last nine years, I looked upwards at the ceiling, it seemed so very close.
'Joby, we are one now'
'What do you mean' I cried slowly
'Find a mirror!' he ordered.
Shuffling for a mirror my left arm lifted itself up and rubbed the left side of my head, I watched it do this, and tried to move it down to stop and close it with my right arm. It was impossible.
'Quickly, mirror will help'
No mirror in this building, maybe those caped guys didn't want to look at their own ugly mugs, I wandered out onto the streets again and found a metal plate, wiping it with my right arm I bent over to look in it....
********************
What Joby had seen that day was half of his face, mixed with half of anothers face, Tom said hi through the right side of his mouth to Joby again.
All Joby could say was..
'er...'
All Tom then said was...
'...no!'
Thanks for reading my origins.
er-no
(as maybe pb and turbonutter may know, some of this story is based on real life..)
SHEEPY wrote:
> That was.... interesting :)
gee.... thanks :P
> That was.... interesting :)
gee.... thanks :P
er-no wrote:
"...Thanks for the idea Game, but sadly I feel such a great like Romeo and Juliet should never be reattempt, as anything but that original would simply ruin it and look bad."
Partially agree. Romeo and Juilet, yeah, a very beautiful story. But the elements of the plot, losing love, could be encorperated into modern life. Perhaps not gaming though. :0)
"...Thanks for the idea Game, but sadly I feel such a great like Romeo and Juliet should never be reattempt, as anything but that original would simply ruin it and look bad."
Partially agree. Romeo and Juilet, yeah, a very beautiful story. But the elements of the plot, losing love, could be encorperated into modern life. Perhaps not gaming though. :0)
That was.... interesting :)
The Game wrote:
> I must have missed this... I suppose it got caught up in all the other
> posts...
It's quite strange really... the way you write. It's more mood
> writing... It might not be long enough to win GAD, but it's good all the
> same.
If I were you, i'd do a mood-writing story, but not about you, or
> er-no... new characters... maybe a tragedy... like Romeo and Juliet.
I have
> an idea... why not do a gaming version of Romeo and Juliet?!
You don't have
> to... but if you got the right idea you could, i'm sure!
Keep writing
> though... words are the way to the heart... and all that.
Deep writing. Thats what I like to call it. Basically everything that I can relate to I can write about, like this story for example, the name did derive from it, but that was just the name... reading it and deconstructing it would tell you so much more...
...Thanks for the idea Game, but sadly I feel such a great like Romeo and Juliet should never be reattempt, as anything but that original would simply ruin it and look bad.
Any other idea welcome :-)
> I must have missed this... I suppose it got caught up in all the other
> posts...
It's quite strange really... the way you write. It's more mood
> writing... It might not be long enough to win GAD, but it's good all the
> same.
If I were you, i'd do a mood-writing story, but not about you, or
> er-no... new characters... maybe a tragedy... like Romeo and Juliet.
I have
> an idea... why not do a gaming version of Romeo and Juliet?!
You don't have
> to... but if you got the right idea you could, i'm sure!
Keep writing
> though... words are the way to the heart... and all that.
Deep writing. Thats what I like to call it. Basically everything that I can relate to I can write about, like this story for example, the name did derive from it, but that was just the name... reading it and deconstructing it would tell you so much more...
...Thanks for the idea Game, but sadly I feel such a great like Romeo and Juliet should never be reattempt, as anything but that original would simply ruin it and look bad.
Any other idea welcome :-)
I must have missed this... I suppose it got caught up in all the other posts...
It's quite strange really... the way you write. It's more mood writing... It might not be long enough to win GAD, but it's good all the same.
If I were you, i'd do a mood-writing story, but not about you, or er-no... new characters... maybe a tragedy... like Romeo and Juliet.
I have an idea... why not do a gaming version of Romeo and Juliet?!
You don't have to... but if you got the right idea you could, i'm sure!
Keep writing though... words are the way to the heart... and all that.
It's quite strange really... the way you write. It's more mood writing... It might not be long enough to win GAD, but it's good all the same.
If I were you, i'd do a mood-writing story, but not about you, or er-no... new characters... maybe a tragedy... like Romeo and Juliet.
I have an idea... why not do a gaming version of Romeo and Juliet?!
You don't have to... but if you got the right idea you could, i'm sure!
Keep writing though... words are the way to the heart... and all that.
I am not going to ask about which part is from real life :oP
So, now I know. I thought it was just something people said to you, like after you asked them to sleep with you. They said..
"Err"
"No"
:o) They hasitated because they were not sure what your reaction would be, fortunatly for them, it was just a few tears :o)
So, now I know. I thought it was just something people said to you, like after you asked them to sleep with you. They said..
"Err"
"No"
:o) They hasitated because they were not sure what your reaction would be, fortunatly for them, it was just a few tears :o)
Joby was not an ordinary boy, long had he dreamed of being normal, but sadly not one doctor could find the solution to his problem, the final diagnosis was,
'....you son suffers from what we now call a brain divide, his personality is split, not like normal spilt personalities, as one side of your son wants to kill the other, they are permanentely in battle, we could give him drugs, but sadly the lung problems he inherited are not going to allow him the drugs to keep him stable....'
That was that, they locked Joby in a room for nine more years, through personal teaching and training he managed to put the evil part of him well inside himself. They called this other half Tom.
He was hiding behind a mask for he knew that if he let his guard down for one second he would allow Tom the right to enter the world.
When Joby reached the age of 22 they released him naming him stable and with a right to freedom. The hospital discharged him into the only place they saw fit. The Streets of Paragon.
***************
Fumbling around I remember smelling some awful brew, I managed to climb onto the wastebin and look into the window of a house which had a few people grouped around... I could make out them as being rather large, I looked somewhat human to them, I knew at that point I would never have to leave Paragon because I would fit in here....
...suddenly I remember this tall dark one looking around, he saw me at the window and pointed, I remember running, sadly it was to know good, the ally was at an end, the figure with a twisted cape came out of the right doorway, he approached me and with his red slit eyes began to burn at my face.
Screaming brought me only more pain, I was coughing without being touched, I felt scars appearing on my face, and then my heart began to burn. I then opened my eyes again, but this time I was outside my body. Suddenly I stood up. I was looking at myself from the outside of my head, much rather like a third person experience the doctors had talked about or I had dreamed about while in my coat white bed. I was no longer in control, Tom had taken over my body and with a huge swing of my arms had hit the caped figure across what can only be called his upper body. He burst into flames, and the three alike figures behind him seemed to quickly move away. Then I re-entered my body, I felt all the pain I was feeling the moment before I left it an instant, what just happened?
Holding my face in deep agony I went into the now empty building that I had just looked into. I felt so different, what had just happaned? I asked myself again.
'I'm free', I turned around, some strange voice had said something to me... 'I'm free' it said again.
This voice wasn't coming from a distance nor was it changing in pitch. It was in my head.
'Tom?' I said with a very nervous voice.
'Yes'
I was talking with the one thing that I had battled for the last nine years, I looked upwards at the ceiling, it seemed so very close.
'Joby, we are one now'
'What do you mean' I cried slowly
'Find a mirror!' he ordered.
Shuffling for a mirror my left arm lifted itself up and rubbed the left side of my head, I watched it do this, and tried to move it down to stop and close it with my right arm. It was impossible.
'Quickly, mirror will help'
No mirror in this building, maybe those caped guys didn't want to look at their own ugly mugs, I wandered out onto the streets again and found a metal plate, wiping it with my right arm I bent over to look in it....
********************
What Joby had seen that day was half of his face, mixed with half of anothers face, Tom said hi through the right side of his mouth to Joby again.
All Joby could say was..
'er...'
All Tom then said was...
'...no!'
Thanks for reading my origins.
er-no
(as maybe pb and turbonutter may know, some of this story is based on real life..)
'....you son suffers from what we now call a brain divide, his personality is split, not like normal spilt personalities, as one side of your son wants to kill the other, they are permanentely in battle, we could give him drugs, but sadly the lung problems he inherited are not going to allow him the drugs to keep him stable....'
That was that, they locked Joby in a room for nine more years, through personal teaching and training he managed to put the evil part of him well inside himself. They called this other half Tom.
He was hiding behind a mask for he knew that if he let his guard down for one second he would allow Tom the right to enter the world.
When Joby reached the age of 22 they released him naming him stable and with a right to freedom. The hospital discharged him into the only place they saw fit. The Streets of Paragon.
***************
Fumbling around I remember smelling some awful brew, I managed to climb onto the wastebin and look into the window of a house which had a few people grouped around... I could make out them as being rather large, I looked somewhat human to them, I knew at that point I would never have to leave Paragon because I would fit in here....
...suddenly I remember this tall dark one looking around, he saw me at the window and pointed, I remember running, sadly it was to know good, the ally was at an end, the figure with a twisted cape came out of the right doorway, he approached me and with his red slit eyes began to burn at my face.
Screaming brought me only more pain, I was coughing without being touched, I felt scars appearing on my face, and then my heart began to burn. I then opened my eyes again, but this time I was outside my body. Suddenly I stood up. I was looking at myself from the outside of my head, much rather like a third person experience the doctors had talked about or I had dreamed about while in my coat white bed. I was no longer in control, Tom had taken over my body and with a huge swing of my arms had hit the caped figure across what can only be called his upper body. He burst into flames, and the three alike figures behind him seemed to quickly move away. Then I re-entered my body, I felt all the pain I was feeling the moment before I left it an instant, what just happened?
Holding my face in deep agony I went into the now empty building that I had just looked into. I felt so different, what had just happaned? I asked myself again.
'I'm free', I turned around, some strange voice had said something to me... 'I'm free' it said again.
This voice wasn't coming from a distance nor was it changing in pitch. It was in my head.
'Tom?' I said with a very nervous voice.
'Yes'
I was talking with the one thing that I had battled for the last nine years, I looked upwards at the ceiling, it seemed so very close.
'Joby, we are one now'
'What do you mean' I cried slowly
'Find a mirror!' he ordered.
Shuffling for a mirror my left arm lifted itself up and rubbed the left side of my head, I watched it do this, and tried to move it down to stop and close it with my right arm. It was impossible.
'Quickly, mirror will help'
No mirror in this building, maybe those caped guys didn't want to look at their own ugly mugs, I wandered out onto the streets again and found a metal plate, wiping it with my right arm I bent over to look in it....
********************
What Joby had seen that day was half of his face, mixed with half of anothers face, Tom said hi through the right side of his mouth to Joby again.
All Joby could say was..
'er...'
All Tom then said was...
'...no!'
Thanks for reading my origins.
er-no
(as maybe pb and turbonutter may know, some of this story is based on real life..)