Sunday, 15 April 2012

So...

Character development is fun. Oh lord it's fun, I love torturing characters to the point that you've just labelled yourself as a sadist. When I was younger I wanted to be a torturer... Then I found out that's illegal... Dream-crushing moment that was.
A young Narfi bounding down the stairs, bouncy ginger-hair blinding and making you think 'WOAH! THE ORANGENESS! WHEN DID IT GET HERE?" and the fact that my hair was so short making you think I was a boy. I looked like a boy, still do.
I turned to my mother, holding up another unfortunate teddy-victim. "One day this'll be a real person, ya get me?"
Mother simply sighed... "No Narfi, that's illegal."
I had dropped the teddy. The crushing feeling in my heart I could never forget, realising I would never give anyone a Chelsea Smile, that I'd never shove some poor unfortunate git on a Catherine's Wheel. Knowing I'd never shove anyone in an Iron Maiden, I'd never put someone on a Judas Cradle, never shove someone in a Brazen Bull, no Spanish-Tickler, no Garotte. I'd never even do foot-roasting or Flaggelation...
If you're squeamish, I recommend not trying to learn what those torture methods are.

So, with the slow realisation that I'd never do this. I took out my ruined childhood on my characters. And boy it is fun. It's fun pulling characters to the brink of being killed-off, and deciding "Oh crap, I still need them..."
I think... One or two of the people reading this'll know what character I'm torturing. I can't be blamed, I hate her. Oh my God, I freaking hate her! Why I created her I don't know, but I don't have the heart to kill her off, so I'll torture her.

Moving on, so I seem like less of a sadist... Hm... I wonder if souls have colours... If so... Oh my God, that'd be epic! Souls with colours! I mean, everyone see's the soul as silvery and wispy... Mostly in the form of their vessel, but I suppose, that a soul would seem more animal-like, the animal that the vessel is most like, and it wouldn't be silvery, it'd have a colour, depending on the person.
I wonder what animal and what colour my soul would be O.O

Well...
I've run out of things to say...
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Awkward...

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