Yonowaru in Chaos
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Ta-da!
If you remember me (as a fic writer), then you might probably remember the many subchapters and subprologues I posted here a few months ago that really hadn't amounted to anything major (even with Uber Font mode), so I rested for a while, glared at it for a while, then edited it for a while. So I guess its been a while, and here I am, back to give it a incomplete makeover that I think will need frequent makeovers as long as I'm still disappointed by it!
It's rated PG 13+ for a bit of everything really, with sexual innuendo being quite implicated more than its supposed to be.
EDIT: Okay, so my writing is getting a bit perverted...and now includes infrequent coarse language >.> the rating has now changed to PG 15+. So now, all of you kiddies have to look away from Uncle Yonowaru's fic and look for something more cultured.
WARNING/DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC CONTAINS A FAKE REGION, AND "FAKEMON", WHICH THE PLOT CLAIMS TO BE PART OF THE POKEMON FRANCHISE. HOWEVER, I DO NOT OWN POKEMON OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS THAT BELONG TO ITS FRANCHISE.
Also, there are some pieces of poetry that will be separated for easy reference (that are also included in the chapters), but some of them won't be too heavily implied, or even included, word for word, in the fic. For this reason, I'm also creating a separate Poetry section in the Contents in the future.
And for the sole purposes of manipulating the forum's kanji-displaying abilities, as well as showing off, here's the contents in Japanese (chances are, I'm using it incorrectly xD):
Oh yeah, and if you want to be PM'ed to be notified for the next chapter/subchapter, then feel free to say so so I can add you to the list.
Also, if you have something to comment on, but would generally be regarded as spam (like general feedback), then feel free to PM me about it or post it on my profile.
So here it is, Prologue Part I (its new, not redone).
Please review, because the fact that no one did so on my last one did contribute largely to its downfall... (and I'm glad it did. It was horrible...)
Prologue: Metamorphosis 変容
Invitation of a Crazed Moon 狂月の招き
Silently, and violently, the Tempest took off to the skies, leaving the burning ruins of the Slateport aerodrome far behind it. Poseidon clad in black could do little to ease the firestorm as he desperately clashed with the stormed rocks separating concrete and sea, while the Tempest left to converge with its greater self. Before long, the ocean’s attempts were abandoned, and the Tempest embraced the dark clouds of tribulation, leaving nothing but violent tailwinds and a world in crisis in its wake. Prompted by a distant explosion, the Tempest smiled and continued, undisturbed, past the clouds and towards the blue crazed moon.
***
“In man’s darkest hour, the forces revolted;
A crystal of pessimism in the sky,
Pushing mankind over the brink,
Into chaos,
Into ruin.
War plunged mankind
Into a deplorable state
Of fear,
Of paranoia,
Feeding on the souls of the fortunate
And succeeding where its path runs
Across fields of terror and agony.
Destruction spread across the land,
The lands ruled by foolish kings;
Life was all but a different shade of moonlight.”
***
“Life...an oh-so-fragile creature. Under countless moons, emotion grew and became its most powerful weapon, yet its most destined flaw. Intelligence was a gift granted to few, and it too, became a weapon, but as to so cruelly exploit emotion. Thus, chaos, ruin, fear, paranoia, destruction, war and war again. Emotion, or intelligence? There is no competition, for both inevitably lead the race to suicide.”
“That is your definition?”
“More or less; also a brief history, I can say. Record it.”
“Despite any flaws?”
“Yet it is the furthest we have come to.”
“Yet your definition defeats both emotion and intelligence. The flaw lies in the fact that we ourselves classify as intelligence.”
“But do we classify ourselves as life?”
“...”
“Precisely. We are neither living nor dead, yet we attain intelligence. It is a mystery, but not one that cannot be solved. To avenge our dismissal, we must solve the accounts of the ancients.”
“But why are we making sense from the writings of ancient fools?”
“They were no fools. The original intellectuals truly were innocent and knew to separate emotion from intelligence. Yet as time passed on, their pure souls were purged by new ideologies. These writings are the only relics of a time when purity reigned.”
“We may need to redefine ‘purity’.”
“Indeed we will. Let me think for a moment.”
“...”
“Eh?”
“Should we pity these men?”
“Never, they are far from the pure ancient civilisations that they once were.”
“Should the Earth be purged of these fools, then?”
“Soon. But why waste so much energy in purging a planet awaiting tribulation?”
“I see you have this all planned.”
“They are merely blissfully unaware of the greater order of things.”
“Undeniably, but we will need Divuna’s help. Where has Divuna gone?”
“Divuna’s gone off with the girl again.”
“How very lazy of Divuna.”
“I will personally see to Divuna’s punishment if Divuna fails to make a noteworthy contribution to this.”
“I certainly hope for Divuna's priorities, for our sake.”
“Bah with hope. Hurry up; I have come up with a definition.”
“Let me hear it.”
“Emotion and intelligence, given as an unconditional gift to mankind, yet in selfish quantities, are the ones that amount to his very own demise. When mankind discovered curiosity, emotion and intelligence became intertwined and purity was lost. Purity lay in the separation of emotion and intelligence, and curiosity was the bane that filled its chasms, bridging the two.
“Thus, purity was lost and men became fools; passionate intellects and sadistic conspirators, adopting new morals and misinterpreting the old. Those who remained clever yet heartless, devoted yet foolish, were far from the closest to become pure, for there never was a plateau across the chasm, there was never a chasm, just a cliff opposite a sea of curiosity.”
“I will need to think that through.”
“Take your time.”
“Are you sure that Curiosity was the factor to overtake Purity?”
“Yes. Are you sceptical?”
“I am unsure. I do not think it wrong, but I’m not sure about its echelon of influence that it is able to fill the chasm. I think other factors may have contributed to the filling of the chasm.”
“You may be correct, but let's think this through later. We will need some rest.”
“Perhaps...”
“You remain obsessive.”
“Thinking while the idea remains fresh.”
“Fine. I shall attend to Divuna’s absence.”
“Very well.”
And seeing the gifted men in crisis, the crazed moon grinned.
If you remember me (as a fic writer), then you might probably remember the many subchapters and subprologues I posted here a few months ago that really hadn't amounted to anything major (even with Uber Font mode), so I rested for a while, glared at it for a while, then edited it for a while. So I guess its been a while, and here I am, back to give it a incomplete makeover that I think will need frequent makeovers as long as I'm still disappointed by it!
It's rated PG 13+ for a bit of everything really, with sexual innuendo being quite implicated more than its supposed to be.
EDIT: Okay, so my writing is getting a bit perverted...and now includes infrequent coarse language >.> the rating has now changed to PG 15+. So now, all of you kiddies have to look away from Uncle Yonowaru's fic and look for something more cultured.
WARNING/DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC CONTAINS A FAKE REGION, AND "FAKEMON", WHICH THE PLOT CLAIMS TO BE PART OF THE POKEMON FRANCHISE. HOWEVER, I DO NOT OWN POKEMON OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS THAT BELONG TO ITS FRANCHISE.
Also, there are some pieces of poetry that will be separated for easy reference (that are also included in the chapters), but some of them won't be too heavily implied, or even included, word for word, in the fic. For this reason, I'm also creating a separate Poetry section in the Contents in the future.
CONTENTS said:
And for the sole purposes of manipulating the forum's kanji-displaying abilities, as well as showing off, here's the contents in Japanese (chances are, I'm using it incorrectly xD):
Oh yeah, and if you want to be PM'ed to be notified for the next chapter/subchapter, then feel free to say so so I can add you to the list.
PM LIST said:
Also, if you have something to comment on, but would generally be regarded as spam (like general feedback), then feel free to PM me about it or post it on my profile.
So here it is, Prologue Part I (its new, not redone).
Please review, because the fact that no one did so on my last one did contribute largely to its downfall... (and I'm glad it did. It was horrible...)
Prologue: Metamorphosis 変容
Invitation of a Crazed Moon 狂月の招き
Silently, and violently, the Tempest took off to the skies, leaving the burning ruins of the Slateport aerodrome far behind it. Poseidon clad in black could do little to ease the firestorm as he desperately clashed with the stormed rocks separating concrete and sea, while the Tempest left to converge with its greater self. Before long, the ocean’s attempts were abandoned, and the Tempest embraced the dark clouds of tribulation, leaving nothing but violent tailwinds and a world in crisis in its wake. Prompted by a distant explosion, the Tempest smiled and continued, undisturbed, past the clouds and towards the blue crazed moon.
***
“In man’s darkest hour, the forces revolted;
A crystal of pessimism in the sky,
Pushing mankind over the brink,
Into chaos,
Into ruin.
War plunged mankind
Into a deplorable state
Of fear,
Of paranoia,
Feeding on the souls of the fortunate
And succeeding where its path runs
Across fields of terror and agony.
Destruction spread across the land,
The lands ruled by foolish kings;
Life was all but a different shade of moonlight.”
***
“Life...an oh-so-fragile creature. Under countless moons, emotion grew and became its most powerful weapon, yet its most destined flaw. Intelligence was a gift granted to few, and it too, became a weapon, but as to so cruelly exploit emotion. Thus, chaos, ruin, fear, paranoia, destruction, war and war again. Emotion, or intelligence? There is no competition, for both inevitably lead the race to suicide.”
“That is your definition?”
“More or less; also a brief history, I can say. Record it.”
“Despite any flaws?”
“Yet it is the furthest we have come to.”
“Yet your definition defeats both emotion and intelligence. The flaw lies in the fact that we ourselves classify as intelligence.”
“But do we classify ourselves as life?”
“...”
“Precisely. We are neither living nor dead, yet we attain intelligence. It is a mystery, but not one that cannot be solved. To avenge our dismissal, we must solve the accounts of the ancients.”
“But why are we making sense from the writings of ancient fools?”
“They were no fools. The original intellectuals truly were innocent and knew to separate emotion from intelligence. Yet as time passed on, their pure souls were purged by new ideologies. These writings are the only relics of a time when purity reigned.”
“We may need to redefine ‘purity’.”
“Indeed we will. Let me think for a moment.”
“...”
“Eh?”
“Should we pity these men?”
“Never, they are far from the pure ancient civilisations that they once were.”
“Should the Earth be purged of these fools, then?”
“Soon. But why waste so much energy in purging a planet awaiting tribulation?”
“I see you have this all planned.”
“They are merely blissfully unaware of the greater order of things.”
“Undeniably, but we will need Divuna’s help. Where has Divuna gone?”
“Divuna’s gone off with the girl again.”
“How very lazy of Divuna.”
“I will personally see to Divuna’s punishment if Divuna fails to make a noteworthy contribution to this.”
“I certainly hope for Divuna's priorities, for our sake.”
“Bah with hope. Hurry up; I have come up with a definition.”
“Let me hear it.”
“Emotion and intelligence, given as an unconditional gift to mankind, yet in selfish quantities, are the ones that amount to his very own demise. When mankind discovered curiosity, emotion and intelligence became intertwined and purity was lost. Purity lay in the separation of emotion and intelligence, and curiosity was the bane that filled its chasms, bridging the two.
“Thus, purity was lost and men became fools; passionate intellects and sadistic conspirators, adopting new morals and misinterpreting the old. Those who remained clever yet heartless, devoted yet foolish, were far from the closest to become pure, for there never was a plateau across the chasm, there was never a chasm, just a cliff opposite a sea of curiosity.”
“I will need to think that through.”
“Take your time.”
“Are you sure that Curiosity was the factor to overtake Purity?”
“Yes. Are you sceptical?”
“I am unsure. I do not think it wrong, but I’m not sure about its echelon of influence that it is able to fill the chasm. I think other factors may have contributed to the filling of the chasm.”
“You may be correct, but let's think this through later. We will need some rest.”
“Perhaps...”
“You remain obsessive.”
“Thinking while the idea remains fresh.”
“Fine. I shall attend to Divuna’s absence.”
“Very well.”
And seeing the gifted men in crisis, the crazed moon grinned.
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