Post by Waker on Jul 17, 2016 18:44:52 GMT -5
This is a random idea that I had pop into my head recently. It's a short bit of writing from the perspective of a depressed psychopomp who lives in Kellwood. Don't plan on including anything else in it, but who knows? Always that off chance I might get more inspiration.
My therapist suggested that I write my thoughts down as a way of venting my bad feelings without doing anything I might regret later, so here it goes.
My name is Alan Wake and I am Death. Wow, that sounded melodramatic. While true, it sounds so corny. Okay, lemme try again. I died five years ago and woke up standing on top of my grave. No digging myself out in search of brains, just me standing in my funerary best with a very confused look on my face. An old man had been waiting patiently for me, ready to give me a very abridged explanation for what was going on. He explained to me that I was the last name on his list that he had to collect and that after he left, I was the new Ankou in town. Apparently it was my job to ferry the souls of the dead to the Afterlife that were having trouble crossing over and I was to perform this service until I eventually got through to the end of my list. Shoving a book into my hands, he wished me good luck and then just kinda faded away. Not really high end special effects, but I was having a little too much trouble trying to take in what was happening to critique his exit. I never even got the bastard's name.
What is an Ankou you might be asking? Wait, why am I writing this like someone else is going to read it? No, no, Alan, just keep the narrative going, free writing is the name of the game here. Ok, so an Ankou is basically a Grim Reaper who used to be a human and is tied to a region, reaping souls until he meets his quota. Some more astute readers or those with wikipedia, might point out "Hey, Ankou serve as Death for a year before they finish!" to which I say, "I wish". Nope, my job doesn't allow clocking out early. Nor is my presence needed for every death. Most people die on their own just fine, but every now and again I have to show up and aid the process as it were. Maybe a slight shove, shine a light in a drivers eyes or something to that effect. You'd think those were the worst parts of my job and you would be right in most any other place. But I hit the cosmic lottery and died in a place called Kellwood. Not exactly a tourist mecca, but what it has in spades is lots of creepy crawlers that love to snack on people. Let me tell you, trying to console the ghost of a dead kid who got eaten alive loses its charm the first time. The ones that really get me angry are the ones who kill for the sake of killing. I mean, vampires and werewolves might kill people outta hunger which I can understand I guess, gotta eat after all. But then you get the things that seem to get off on hurting people. Like there is some kinda monster that's been killing people seemingly at random. It killed a weatherman with lightning and sicced some animals on others. Real sicko type. I tell ya, if I ever found out what did it, I'd write its name in my list without hesitation.
My therapist suggested that I write my thoughts down as a way of venting my bad feelings without doing anything I might regret later, so here it goes.
My name is Alan Wake and I am Death. Wow, that sounded melodramatic. While true, it sounds so corny. Okay, lemme try again. I died five years ago and woke up standing on top of my grave. No digging myself out in search of brains, just me standing in my funerary best with a very confused look on my face. An old man had been waiting patiently for me, ready to give me a very abridged explanation for what was going on. He explained to me that I was the last name on his list that he had to collect and that after he left, I was the new Ankou in town. Apparently it was my job to ferry the souls of the dead to the Afterlife that were having trouble crossing over and I was to perform this service until I eventually got through to the end of my list. Shoving a book into my hands, he wished me good luck and then just kinda faded away. Not really high end special effects, but I was having a little too much trouble trying to take in what was happening to critique his exit. I never even got the bastard's name.
What is an Ankou you might be asking? Wait, why am I writing this like someone else is going to read it? No, no, Alan, just keep the narrative going, free writing is the name of the game here. Ok, so an Ankou is basically a Grim Reaper who used to be a human and is tied to a region, reaping souls until he meets his quota. Some more astute readers or those with wikipedia, might point out "Hey, Ankou serve as Death for a year before they finish!" to which I say, "I wish". Nope, my job doesn't allow clocking out early. Nor is my presence needed for every death. Most people die on their own just fine, but every now and again I have to show up and aid the process as it were. Maybe a slight shove, shine a light in a drivers eyes or something to that effect. You'd think those were the worst parts of my job and you would be right in most any other place. But I hit the cosmic lottery and died in a place called Kellwood. Not exactly a tourist mecca, but what it has in spades is lots of creepy crawlers that love to snack on people. Let me tell you, trying to console the ghost of a dead kid who got eaten alive loses its charm the first time. The ones that really get me angry are the ones who kill for the sake of killing. I mean, vampires and werewolves might kill people outta hunger which I can understand I guess, gotta eat after all. But then you get the things that seem to get off on hurting people. Like there is some kinda monster that's been killing people seemingly at random. It killed a weatherman with lightning and sicced some animals on others. Real sicko type. I tell ya, if I ever found out what did it, I'd write its name in my list without hesitation.