The Ancient Shark Of Despair's blog

Monday, November 13, 2006

Current mood: Interested

I like this idea of mine. I'm going to write a story about it. There's this king. He was quite a cool guy. Really took care of people. Sorted people out. Everyone was pretty content with their lot. He was quite progressive. One day this king was on a royal outing to find a bride. On the way to a neighbouring kingdom his convoy is attacked by a band of gypsies. In the massacre that ensues he manages to pretend to be a soldier that's been killed in the fighting. The bit before this will tell how he always went in disguise. He always had a knight dress as the king so no one would know about it.

So he is lying next to the body of his best friend, who had accompanied him and is now also dead. He lies there until night, because the gypsies that are still around are just milling around, mourning their dead. So, at night he manages to escape. This whole thing took a bit of a toll on him and so does the next month as he wanders the countryside trying to get back home. He doesn't speak to anyone the whole time, because there isn't anyone around these parts. He manages to survive on like, fruit, berries and a dead owl he found.

He gets back home and the kingdom is in turmoil. He claims his rightful place on the throne and is successful apart from an assassination attempt on him a few nights later. He's still pretty damn freaked out from the month of isolation. In fact, if he wasn't such a cool guy he would probably be insane. So, this assassin sneaks into his chambers and creeps up to his bed. Except, the king doesn't sleep on his bed because he's so freaked out these days. He was actually sleeping on the stone floor by one of the windows. He does this because he thinks it will help him adjust back from sleeping on the ground under the stars all the time. In fact, he's totally hardcore nowadays. That's what fighting off a stray wolf will do to you. Just totally able to stare predators down with your menacing glare. Totally rough.

He actually has insomnia recently and is completely aware that this guy is in his room, so he just plain sneaks up on him, rips him apart at the jaws. The assassin starts screaming, but it's just this animalistic squeal cos he hasn't really got any control over the sounds he makes anymore. But it doesn't matter how loud this guy tries to scream because the king would already be screaming louder. It's like the king was feeling the other guys pain more than the other guy possibly could.

He just starts hugging this guy and he hugs him harder and harder. The louder they scream together the harder he hugs him. By the way, this king is really strong. He's a lot thinner than when he left, but he's stronger in ways that don't require you to be big. This is like Kung Fu monks.

Things finally start to get quieter as the guy starts to lose his breath. After about a minute after it turns silent, the king starts to loosen up. He realises that he killed the guy and feels really guilty. In his kingdom you can't kill people. Even if you're the king. He made it that way to make things fair. He feels so guilty that when the guards get there he orders them to leave.

Over the course of the evening he decides that he wants to make it up to this guy. He reckons he can do this.

First he starts dressing the guy. The guy is wearing a mask like a ninja would wear, but obviously I'll make it one that's more medieval. It would be kinda cool to cross ninja into medieval times, but I don't think it works for this story. I'm going to stick to a strict theme in this one. It makes it easier to relate to the emotions of the king that way.

He takes off the guy's mask and realises that it was his best friend. The one that he thought was dead next to him when his convoy was attacked.

This doesn't shock him.

You've got to remember that this guy is beyond that. To him, people are people. It doesn't really phase him that his best friend put a hit on him twice. At this point he sees how that was all his own doing anyway. He could see how everything that anyone had ever tried to do to him was actually fully the result of what he used to think was his control.

He dresses this guy in the clothes he is wearing right then. Gown, slippers and nightcap. He doesn't care that its all going to get bloody. What is blood to him?

He talks to his friend about how he sees the world for like the entire evening. The king even tells him secrets about how he was secretly screwing his friend's wife behind his back. Yeah, it may seem a bit of an asshole thing to do, but you got to understand the context. He was the king.

Over the course of this dialogue you slowly start to realise that the king is actually quite a dick. He's not the cool guy who you thought he was. You know why he was so good at politics and keeping everyone happy? He doesn't have any emotional connection to anything. Never did. When he was a kid he killed his dog and told his parents it ran away. This guy wasn't brutal, he just wasn't human.

This is the point where the original idea behind all of this comes in. He gets his royal band to come in and play to his guest. But he makes the band play blindfolded. All they can do is play their instruments and hear the king having a merry old time, laughing his guts out.

The band are playing really weird music. They started off trying to play as well as they could, but they just weren't used to playing without seeing their instruments or each other. They're always going out of sync and always over-compensating for it afterwards. But the thing is, the harder the music is to understand because of the messed up structure, the more the king likes it and the more he laughs and claps and sings his praise.

This goes on for about twelve hours. The band is allowed to take breaks every few hours, but they're used to it because they've been court musicians since they were old enough to play. I guess you can guess what happens to the music. It just turns totally progressive. It's going to weird rhythms and is just breaking all sorts of barriers.

This is why I decided to write the story. I was thinking about how progressive Burzum is supposed to be and I wondered if there were like kings in medieval Europe who were getting their musicians to make the most radical music. All that stuff before was what I thought would drive a king to innovate on such a freaky level.

Talking about freaky, could you guys do me a favour? I've been searching MySpace using like three or four words in weird combinations to find weird personalities. It usually goes something like this: Teenage Pregnancy, Born Again, Christ. (I like to make them run into each other like this, I think it makes it more interesting.)

So, I always hear about these weird invites from people who love cats and hate their ex wives and stuff like that. Can you send me links to their pages? I know it’s a bit weird, but I'm not doing it to mock them. You have to try understand the context. I'm locked away in a room with like four human contacts. I don't get to explore people in the same way as you do. I'm doing this because I want to understand the extremities.

You don't have to post a comment where other people can see it. This would probably be a bit rude. Just message me. I don't want this to turn into something where people use it to mock other people. Maybe I'll write a review about them the same way I do with you guys. Hey?
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Arbot

hmm
i have to wonder now
how did you find me sharky?
Posted by Arbot on Tuesday, February 06, 2007 at 8:59 PM