Saturday, 25 November 2017

The Rigged Game

Everyone knows the game is rigged, but they also know that they will still find a way to win with heart and determination and all that BS people feed themselves.

Some people know just how far the rigging goes, and they do their best to keep it going, usually because through accident of birth they are on the side with the power, or else a misguided hope they can join said lucky ones.

A few refuse to play, despite knowing the costs involved.

Because it's not enough to refuse to place your bet. You have to flip the whole table.

Friday, 24 November 2017

Just Another Second



I felt more and more light-headed with every drop of blood falling from my arm, but either despite or because of this, I kept moving. I couldn’t stop. Never mind I was slowing down, never mind I was leaving a trail, I just had to keep moving.

I heard the roar behind me, and my jog became a sprint.

I had no end game, had no plan, no goal beyond the simple one of gaining another second of life.

And another after that. And another after that. And so on.

Not much different from normal life, except the monster, obviously.

Thursday, 23 November 2017

Really Killing Time



I’m not sure when I first had the idea to kill Time.

It seems like most of my life, I’ve been focused on the task, studying every text I could locate, searching for the weapon that could kill it, the armor that could withstand it, the talisman that could find it. I don’t know how many hours, days, weeks, years even, that I’ve spent honing my body, preparing for this task. It won’t be easy, Time will fight back I’m sure.

However, given that I seem incapable of distinguishing time units anymore, I’m taking that as a sign I’ll succeed.

Wednesday, 22 November 2017

Robotic Reaction

I gave The Ruler Of Twelve Nebulae a moment of silence after it happened. It's somewhat shocking that the woman you conquered half of known space to bring back from the dead takes a look at the majesty of your conquest then deliberately falls back into the cosmic nothingness. When I judged it appropriate, I spoke.

"Surely the entire universe is an acceptable second prize, Mistress."

She was silent for a moment longer, then turned and sent a powerbolt towards me. Since she only removed an arm, I knew she agreed with me, even if she didn't realise it yet.

Tuesday, 21 November 2017

The Step Too Far



There’s always a step too far.

It isn’t always obvious where it is, sometimes it’s a lot further than you’d think, sometimes you find yourself taking it for all the right reasons, and sometimes you don’t even notice it as you run past.

I’ve taken it several times now, every time always swearing to myself that this was the last time, that I wouldn’t do it again, beating myself up.

And then doing it again anyway.

Because one day, one day, I’ll take what should be the step too far and find out there’s solid ground there.

Or just fall.