The Chess Game of Infinity and a Hedonistic Round of Dance Dance Revolution with an Occult God

In this book, the one you're reading right now, there are numerous, perhaps even an infinity, of characters.

I shouldn't have to tell this to you after all, you know it very well.

Some of these characters are loved, more than can be imagined, even by the very imagination responsible. You know many of them, and you too love so many of them. They are YOUR heroes, after all. You had them when you were young. You are still so young in the eyes of all things, and thus they are still with you. These popular heroes have healed the sick, led peoples, and illuminated some of the many secrets of the universe. They have delighted the children, the minds of the wise, and the hearts of nations. They are the ones who have carried the flag of humanity into the battlefield of fate and fable, this chess game with infinity, this hedonistic round of dance dance revolution with an occult god. Yes indeed, they are the main characters in this story of human kind.

But what is a hero, without her nemesis?

Tell me, how could a hero become who he really is, without facing evil and plight?

There can be no good without evil, no light without dark, and no protagonist without antagonist. Yes, every good story needs a villian and my oh my have we seen some doozies. But I am not concerned with them.

And then there are the others. Yes, these too, you know quite well. The ghosts, the fourth-borns, the ones hidden carefully in the plain sight of the foreground. The ones who are but NPC's in the games of bankers and kings. Many remain layered in the scenery, and tucked between pages. The Others: the characters that don't get their own book, or even if they did, it remains moldering on the dusty shelves of forgotten history. You'd think that they were just filler material, if you didn't know any better. It is a woeful existence for the single thread, who lost his purpose as one of many, the one who cannot realize his importance as one of many carefully woven strands in god's universal labcoat.

Many of these folk may find their reflections giving them disappointed looks, as eyes pass over forms that are never enough. Perhaps they think of Einsteins, or cosmonauts and dragonborns, then sadness washes over their hearts, for they will never be such a hero. They cannot ride dragons, or soar through the heavens, or slay the demons scientific ignorance. Perhaps this is the dullest story after all, there is no adventure, no magic, simply the repeating events of the day to day, some might say. The things that this one failed to be changed with the ages, as all things do.

Perhaps, with the years, they accumulated around them things that did not belong to them: all the things that other authors had written, about them. All the compliments, all the criticisms, all the false rumors.

We are each the writer of our own story. When you sat down to decide what you would be in this particular role play, maybe you found yourself at a loss. Did a different writer, of this fanfiction we call life, claim you to be any number of unpleasant or grotesque things? Was that snippet made canon by your steady and dutiful fingers that went clackity clackity clack on the keyboard?

You are such a good writer, after all you practice so much, how could you not be? Every minute of every day, whether you are awake or asleep, you write the story of your life. And my, oh my what a story it has been so far! Such drama, such character development! You don't need to include other people's shitty interpretation of the character YOU MADE, or their good interpretations as a matter of fact. Now, that last one is the hard part...

Hero, hear me now:

Other peoples opinions of you, are none of your business.

+1,000EXP--LEVEL UP

Congratulations, you are now Level One.

New Quest:
Find the Others.