Monday, June 26, 2006
post modernismman's quest for what he doesn't know and what he doesn't have will ultimately destroy him. - anon.
today i imagined i saved the world.
an evil man with long, flowing hair was taking over the world. he was dressed up like he came from a Final Fantasy game: a cape with fancy embroidery, an armor plated chest with a crest that symbolized power, gauntlets, and a long, long sword in its holster by his side. but most importantly, he had long flowing hair. it danced along with the wind.
for some reason, it seemed as if he and i had some sort of history. it was like at a point in my life, i had known him and he had been dear to me. (just as all hero/anti-hero scenarios go)
cities were in ruins and hundreds of millions had died in his hand, including people i had cared about. it had been a long journey, but with the help of some compatriots, i was finally at the final stage. on a meadow in the outskirts of a city, we stood far enough from each other not to see the expression on the other's face, but near enough to feel that this would be the end for one of us. moonlight struck the meadow of white flowers that surrounded us, shimmering silver.
what was i doing this for? i could easily just walk away and hide from all this. i could just let him take over the world and live my own quiet life somewhere far, far away where even his plots would not reach. was i doing it for the world? for the people? for the ones whom not once have shown any compassion for one another? for peace? for freedom? for love? i had fallen in love with one of my compatriots. a beautiful young woman with a perfect face and a perfect heart. the kind of girl only drawn and animated. the kind of girl who dwells only in the imaginations of the idealistic. yes, i had fallen in love with her. so maybe, besides peace and freedom, i was doing this for love.
i drew my sword.
an orchestra of intense choir voices with musical accompaniment suddenly cued.
"i'm not going to let you do this...."
a flash of light.
we clashed...and the battle was on.
we fought. hand on hand. foot on foot. sword on sword. one on one. good versus evil. the epic battle of history.
a flash of light.
as i thrusted and parried, i thought of her. my fair lady. my princess. i thought that maybe after all this, i could take her to see the stars one night. she and i, and the stars.
sparks came from the crashing swords. far away, one could see clouds of smoke and dust from all the times we've struck each other and fallen on the cold ground.
he was doing doing this for power. i was doing it for peace, for freedom, and love. i held the banner of idealism, while he fashioned the flag of practicality and reality. i was the good one and he was the evil one. his hair still danced impeccably with the cold breeze.
a flash of light. slow motion.
a white flower slowly faded into red.
i had been stabbed.
his hair danced in the cold, cold breeze.
falling down, i recollected all the things that had happened that led to this very moment. i thought of the time someone had told me that i was the one. i thought of the journey i had made going from place to place discovering new ways to defeat my foe and meeting comrades along the way. i recalled the cheesy nights and the cliche days that i had fighting, losing, winning, repeating.
"you are no match for me. with you out of the way, my evil plan will be completed. soon, yadiyadiyadiyah the world blahblahblah and will be mine etcetcetcetc."
bad guys talk too much.
cringing nad near death, i lay on the floor of that silver meadow. i once again thought of why i was doing this and who i was doing this for.
i imagined the people liberated and a new world worder with peace and harmony. and i imagined her and the stars.
i got up, slowly and groggily and resumed battle stance.
the choir sounds got louder, more intense.
i was charging up my power, slowly becoming more and more powerful. a visible aura of light could now be seen flowing around me.
my foe's hair shot up with the wind as he began to hold his ground.
"grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggh!!!"
a flash of light.
silence.
a flash of my muse's face.
a flash of the people who don't care, hailing me for saving them and their pointless lives.
a flash of light.... and darkness.
and with that, i had done it. my foe, lay on a bed of dandelions and begonias, lifeless.
my bloodstained sword glimmered pink in the moonlight.
the ending began.
the adventure ended at 7:13 PM
