The OUT
He who threads his needles with shadows is a peculiar existence, you might know him as the Outsider. No one is quite sure where he came from, he just came one day and never left since then. He usually keeps himself to himself, not many know what he does in his shack, many of the tales about him have sprouted from a girl, you might have heard of her, the poor, oh so poor crazed Mary. She used to be a sweet girl, a lovely gall perhaps a bit of an air head in the way only a country girl can be. But since he took an interest in her, since she started visiting his shack… meddling with his shadows, those ever coiling oh so long threads… she was never the same. What was once sweet was now bitter and cynical, a whim now a curse to those who disobeyed, and eventually… madness. She claimed that he was no man, but a God, a concept made flesh. The boundary between life and Death, the Veil itself. Of course, in these times such things are common to be heard, gods, angels, demons, and madness… But enough of this, this talk is not for the likes of you child. Now go, the night is only hours away, my bones tell me it will be a long one…
Mary Lastborn, “The crazed Mary” on the “The Outsider”.
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Jason was 4 when he first discovered his connection with Crows. It was a tranquil day on their family weary and beaten down Pumpkin field. His dad had taken his brother away to school so little Jason was playing by himself, jumping from pumpkin to pumpkin in the mindless way only a child can. Jumping he went from one to another, sometimes they *squish* another they don’t, on he went jumping making a mess of everything… But then the *Squish* didn’t happen and *Shit* happened instead, little Jason just got shat upon.
A fairly large crow was flying overhead and probably bothered by the mess little Jason was making, he aimed and… *Shat*.
Well now, little Jason was very bothered by this, for you see. Jason was wearing his favorite shirt, the one he had gotten for his anniversary! Oh, so very put out he was! Going round and round, fuming, on that pumpkin messy field.
So, he cast his little hand… and Pulled at the Crow. And suddenly the Crow wasn’t just a Crow anymore. The Crow was little Jason, a very little Jason crow.
The very little Jason crow, panicked, for he was no Crow! He was a child, a man child! And in his panicked state, he crashed into the ground.
Little Jason woke up to a feathery mess on that pumpkin field, only to find that he wasn’t a crow anymore, he was little Jason again! Little Jason gasped in relief, he wouldn’t have to live as a crow Afterall! But he was curious, oh so very curious, for how can a child become a crow and then unbecome a crow by crashing into the ground? Madness his parents would tell him. And so with a Jason smile, a very dumb smile, he cast his little hand to another crow, one that was *shitting* somewhere that was not Jason, and Pushed at the crow.
But Jason didn’t turn into a bird again, maybe he did something wrong? Disappointed, little Jason cast his hand down. And following his movement so did the bird. It seemed Little Jason was able to do more than turn into Crows.
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Excited at this new prospect little Jason cast his hand again this time he focused on many, many crows, all the crows in the field. For he liked making a mess, and when they crashed oh, such a big mess they would make! So, he focused hard and Pushed at all of them, and with a cry of triumph little Jason saw that they started following his little hand. A big dark cloud, with dozens of crows… if someone saw them, they would surely call them a Murder, for such a menace they would be, if they turned on someone!
Little Jason wanted them to go higher so they would crash harder, but hmm, little Jason didn’t want to point up. For if he pointed up then he would be down, and he would get *shitted* again. So Instead of pointing he willed them to go higher, and they did. Oh so very high did they go, a black cloud in a sea of white clouds. And then… with a Jason smile, he sent them crashing.
Little Jason grew up. Every day he played with his crows, made them fly according to his will, turned into crows whenever he wanted and flied free across the sky. But most of all he did what he liked most, he crashed them into the ground. It were very dark years for the local populations of crows.
But he learned that adults didn’t believe him, and he learned that he shouldn’t try. He heard tales of how they used to burn people at stakes for witchcraft. And he didn’t that to happen to him. For it would ruin his shirt and he liked his shirts, they were cotton and made him feel pretty.
So Little Jason didn’t use his power in public, only using it at night or near his pumpkin field. But he wished to be free, he wished to be where others were like him, so they could share in the joy there is! Crashing birds.
He grew up always with that wish in his heart. Until suddenly Little Jason wasn’t so little anymore. Little Jason became, Just Jason.
Just Jason heard his grandfather once say “Midget listen to me, I ain’t gonna last forever. If ya want something well done, you have to do it yourself!” Little Jason didn’t get why his grandma asked if she should leave his grandpa to do it by himself that night, but he stored that sentence in his heart. And so Just Jason decided that he didn’t need a narrator anymore, he decided
“That I would tell my own story.”
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“It was an average day when I got sent into the out, I was just returning from crashing some birds” *Giggles* “When I heard a voice from the forest”
“Come, Jason, let the plot move forward”
“I don’t know why I followed that voice, it was almost as if I recognized it like it was whispering above my neck my whole life but only now I could hear it… It was simply irresistible.
But I followed it all the same, across the bending trees and wild roots, Fell more than once as well, bloody scrapped my knee hard; I followed it until I couldn’t hear it anymore until I couldn’t hear anything anymore, felt like the whole bloody world went quiet on me. I looked around looking for the source and that was when I found it, a strange man dressed in black holding a needle, almost as big as my foot. It had a coiling thread or something, it was moving but there ain’t anything alive like that, that’s for sure.
It’s the darkest thing I have seen my whole life, and let me tell I have seen all shades of black, crows aren’t known for being white. Then the man, the thing, was just in front of me and I had the needle through my chest.
I felt it squirming inside me… I tried to pull on it and when that didn’t work, I tried to Pull at it, but it didn’t work if anything I felt I get worse, get curious, I was desperate it was throbbing in my fucking chest! So I Pushed and Pulled, harder and harder, it seemed like it was working, I felt it moving according to my will but it wasn’t enough, I felt It pierce slowly through me, and then I wasn’t inside my body anymore, the fucking needle had hooked my own soul from my body. And like a fisherman the man in black took me away and threw me in here, waiting for whatever it is happening in this endless void to happen, with this annoying blue thing in front of me.”
WELCOME
Pitiful mortal, you have been selected from the myriad of idiots that wish to be whisked away to another world.
CONGRATULATIONS
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