Dystopian Tales Online

It all started with a false legend.

High rise skyscr.a.p.ers, subway bullet trains, commercial buildings, professionals on their business attire and suitcases, students crossing the pedestrian lanes, the noise of the whistle called by the traffic officers, housewives pushing trolleys of infants, the noise of the moving traffic, the daily life a normal being - everything is playing in front the eyes of the watcher as if a movie in replay. Always repeating.

Locked in an endless loop.

Trapped.

But among these norm is a legend being born. Among this mediocre reality, a story is being made. Among this world of stereotypical judgment, one creature is creating a history unknown to all. One, that is different, one, that is nobody, one - a human who is watching through the normality of this stagnant life.

Locked.

Trapped.

Disabled, different, like an internet connection gone wrong. His words, her words - nobody can hear it, nobody can understand it. Voicing out is never an option in this world where opinions are being trashed. In this world, nobody will bother to listen in air. Nobody ever heard of a speaking voice before. Because they all talk.

They filled the air, the streets, the skies with words.

Words.

Words that are big enough can't be swallowed easily. If created sharp, it can hurt anybody. And if made cold, can kill someone. Words may cause fires between arguments, brawl between discussions, even wars by just a twitch of some small incorrectly formed letters. Words are powerful. And they are used as weapons.

Words are weapons.

That is why everyone is hurting. Everyone is getting numb. Everyone is ignorant.

Don't bother.

Never bother.

And that is when a false legend suddenly arises. In the world where everything is according to standards agreed by the majority, a bug will come out - a dysfunction. This is the lapse of the god who created a world of perfection. It is when black is white, and white is black. Where sky meets the earth, and the earth meets the sky. A curse of the living being... The curse of the lifetime.

A paradox that should not be created.

And thus, he will start moving, will start creating, will start listening. She will start walking, will start talking, will start telling. This is the story of how everything began...

A story of a false legend.

A story of a false world.

A false reality where everyone is not bound by the rules of government and physics. This is the world where everyone can simply die and reincarnate. This is the world of no ordinary people.

You can dream.

You can die.

You can live.

You can wish.

You can destroy.

You can kill.

You can sin.

This is the world of war and destruction, love and peace, heaven and hell, the end and of the eternity. Words are being digested and transferred to a much greater use. The loop that started moving is being cut. The majority who believed on the standard will be stunned in utter silence.

This is the world of digital - my world of virtual reality.

Preferences, appearance, way of life, name, honor, stage - you can choose anything according to your taste. You can speak in any way, in any manner, without people telling you to shut up. You can choose any gender, or just be neutral, and people will not treat you basing on gender-based abilities. You can adjust your age; be older so you can order people around, or be younger so people will spoil you.

You can just be you.

But this is not you.

That is why this is called a false legend. A legend that is born through a false world. A false world that resulted from this original world. The original world that is slowly dying and crumbling. Before this world ends, one must transfer the idea, the experience...

One must transfer the legend.

This is a bargain to god. I am creating a new world. A world where everything is possible. This is the world that is been living inside my heart, waiting for the right time to come out. The fluid is overflowing - my feelings - the magic that keep me alive all these years. I am being corrupted.

The filth in this world is getting me corrupted.

Thus, I shall hurry.

Setting aside everything, I will make a human sacrifice. Leaving my life behind the tracks of time, I will travel to the realm of the gods to give this plea. This world, once opened, will create massive destruction and change.

Change.

That is what we all needed. This world will create a change. This is my wish.

The wish.

Now I wonder, how shall I start telling you about this world?

Once upon a time, in the world where the false legend exists, there existed a person who will trigger the change of this world...