This has been an interesting tale to write. I wasn't sure at first if I wanted to write about a post-Quiet Days Foundation, since it's not really the Foundation anymore. But, the more I thought about it, I realized that hey, there's a story in that too.
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You wrapped up each fate here very nicely. Great job.
The last three…goddamn that's depressing.
I cannot for the life of me figure out the spoiler feature, but I think it's pretty obvious anyway, so I'm gonna take a guess on the last three, tell me if I'm close-
Doctor Wondertainment, Nobody, and 231, right?
That's fine. Yes, those are indeed what they are, though I wrote the second to cover 055 as well (who's to say, they might be connected).
There is actually a tale revieling that 055 is a man, who erased himself from existence. It's called "Playing God" and it has-
What was I talking about?
This just doesn't improve on Quiet Days and comes off as almost cheesy by comparison…Particularly the repetition.
I sing of arms and the man
Storm-tossed by Hera's jealousy
(account deleted)While I disagree about the cheesiness, this does feel kind of unnecessary. The tone of the article feels like a lesser version of Quiet Days, and this doesn't really bring enough on its own to justify its existence, IMO. That being said, it's very well written and the bit about 231 is great. It balances out to a no-vote.
If he was anything other than what he was, you could say he was just a face in the crowd. Nothing about him is all that memorable, unique or interesting. If he was anything other than what he was, he might have upset because of that. But he isn't. Instead, he just feels that it isn't enough. He knows that if he speaks to someone, they'll hear him, and remember, if for a while. That if he does something, people will notice, and they'll remember, if for a while. That for the first time ever, his actions will have repercussions. He is now a prisoner of the cruelest of all jailers. Permanency. And it's a life sentence.
This could be interpreted as SCP-1504 as well.
Also, upvoted. And the last one was 231? Wow, didn't know that.
In the center of a crowded art gallery stands a man, surrounded by aficionados and critics alike, showering him with praise and attention. They marveled at his latest masterpiece, a sculpture of a woman devouring her partner. Riveting, they call it. A true work of art, near lifelike in its detail and complexity! The man smiles outwardly, but inside he feels hollow. To him, this was not art. This was a paycheck. This had less meaning than the back of a damn cereal box. The man remembers a time when paintings made you think, when sculptures said more than what they were made of, when the artist was more than just a hack with a brush, but a god in their own right. He gazes at his creation, and for a brief moment believes he sees it move, sees it take on the life he desperately tried to give it during those long days in his studio. But it was just a trick of the light, and he's reminded again that art, true art, is dead.
There are many like him, you know. They lived in a time when art was as real as you or I, but now their offspring stand still, forever bound by a normalcy they never asked for, and any message these creators had now silenced by the forward march in time. This is the price they pay. This is the price we pay.
Anyway, Dmatix, this was a phenomenal tale, I've always loved these "after the end" type tales. +1.
Aww. Fuck, man! That's just not cool!
Seems like something might be bugged out in the comment thread. This is a test post.
E: Looks like there was indeed a problem. I think it's fixed for now, but I'll keep an eye open.
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