Post by PFA on Sept 13, 2010 8:39:47 GMT -5
Anyone who particularly knows me probably recognizes the name "Kindleflare." Perhaps you remember that story from nearly four years ago, The Disappearance. Alternatively, maybe you remember the Kindle who now stalks the Taco.
For the past little while, I've been trying to figure out what happened in the gap between the two. I mean, in The Disappearance, she's remembered as the annoying tyrant who pushed a bunch of rules on us. On the Taco, she's mostly a snarky jerk. What changed, I wondered?
So I started thinking about it. And then last night, I sat down and wrote it.
...This is what I got.
Trapped.
I'd spent so long locking others into these rooms, and now they'd spun around and done it to me. I was, in a sense, trapped in my own prison. And I was all alone.
The time dragged on as I stared at those vacant walls. There was so little I could do. So little I had access to. All I could do was think... ponder over how all this had played out.
You know, ever since I was little, I wanted to be a queen. I wanted to rule. I wanted to be in charge, to help lead the people into a better future. My brothers always laughed at me, though. They told me it could never happen—I was never a princess, there was no way I'd become a queen.
But they were wrong. One way or another, I would get a chance to be in charge. They would understand eventually.
Time went on, and we all grew up. My oldest brother, Lunare, went off to college. I think he's a teacher or something now, I don't know. My other brother, Torisho... I heard he wanted to take up adventuring? Wonder how he's doing with that. Frankly, I haven't really heard from either of them in years.
As for me... my ambition remained the same. I wanted to be in charge. I knew I was never going to be a queen, but there were plenty of other ways to hold authority. One of them would be mine someday. And I would teach the people how to do things my way.
Though yeah, most of the time I just fantasized about it. Considering rules I would enforce, how I would do it... heck, I even wrote out this stupid article about it once. Getting published in the Times was another casual goal of mine. I submitted that article to them, though I never thought it would get published.
But it did. It appeared in the Times. And soon enough I was getting fanmail. Heck, it felt great. I loved it. I mean, I don't really consider myself a writer anymore, I haven't written a thing since... but hey, it made me feel so accomplished.
And then I got that letter... from this lady named Patjade. That's where it all began.
The letter itself was an invite to this place called the NTWF. The place sounded interesting enough, so I decided to check it out. What I saw, though... geez, the place was a disaster. The people there were insane. By which I literally mean insane. It was ridiculous.
And while I was glancing at their introductory pamphlet, she arrived. It was none other than the woman herself. It was Patjade, the NTWF administrator. She was some kind of elf with bright red hair... to be honest, I couldn't believe it. This was the whimp who was running this madhouse she called the NTWF.
Suddenly, it occurred to me. This was my chance.
Taking over was the easy part. All I had to do was overpower Patjade and put her out of the way. I ended up using that apartment building as a holding cell—it had moreorless been my hideout ever since I came back to find it had been abandoned. I guess it was evacuated for some reason while I was gone... never did find out why. At any rate, it made for a great holding cell now.
Oh, what little I knew at the time.
At any rate, with Patjade out of the way, I went back to the NTWF and started to clean the place up. I tell you, that place was a total mess. It definitely needed a little order to it, and who else to bring it to them but me. It seemed like it was working out so well.
But they hated me. Even when I tried to be reasonable, they talked behind my back all the time. They called me a tyrant. They missed Patjade.
I didn't understand it. I brought law to the land of chaos. How could they have wanted the chaos back?
And did they ever want it back. The other moderators revolted. They sought out my hideout just so they could get Patjade back. I tried to stop them, but they just fought back. Despite my best efforts, law was crushed by chaos.
It was Patjade who ultimately brought me down. The one I thought was so weak when I first met her... guess I underestimated her. Rather ironic, admittedly. But then, I guess along with being the masters of chaos, these people are masters of irony.
After all, why else would they have ended up locking me up in the same room I locked Patjade in?
Which brings me right back to where I started. Trapped. Trapped in my own prison.
Seconds felt like minutes. Minutes felt like hours. Hours felt like days. When you're left by yourself for any expanse of time, you find you bury yourself in your thoughts. Really, there were a lot of things going through my mind at that point. A lot of questions.
I mean, it was all so perfect. Where did it all go wrong?
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Those NTWFers were just so directly opposed to the concept of order. They were so irritatingly defiant. I could have made it work, but they didn't want to listen. They were so involved in their chaotic ways that the very idea of law was abhorrent to them, I guess.
They had to fight it with everything they had. They did everything they could just to undermine me. Bending rules, underground operations... everything they could do to escape my supposed tyranny.
...Escape.
Two of them were able to escape.
Suddenly, it all came flooding to me. If those two could escape from these rooms, then obviously so could I.
Those annoying NTWFers sure had a thing for irony. Well, two could play at that game.
It took talent. It took effort. Mostly effort, really. But in time, the door came crashing down, just like it did for them. I was free. I had escaped. And with my newfound freedom came a newfound fervor.
Those jerks would come to regret defying their administrator.
As I made my way out of the apartment building, I worked this concept through my mind. How could I possibly deal with the masters of chaos? I wasn't stupid, I knew I couldn't just march in with another takeover attempt. Not with all those stupid moderators still there. I needed a plan. A very good plan.
I soon decided that before I could come up with a proper course of action, I would need to learn as much as I could. Know thine enemy, as they say. So I quietly went back to the NTWF, hoping to remain as low profile as I could. I was not here to attack, not yet. I was here to observe.
This girl named PFA came up to me, and I'm still not sure why. Either she was ignorant or just that pathetically naïve. But she offered me a place to stay. A room in this place she later called her "Dramatis Personae." It was a quaint little place, in a secluded corner of Tabloid Town where people rarely went.
Tabloid Town... how I hated that place. Where the NTWF was the den of chaos, at the heart of it all was Tabloid Town. The things they did there just never made any sense. It seemed like they had no sense of law there at all.
Even so, I accepted PFA's offer. Because I knew it was all too perfect.
So that's where I stayed, observing the chaos about me in complete silence. PFA always said I was too sulky. I was a bit bitter, yeah, but I wasn't sulking. I was waiting. Waiting for the right moment to strike.
Time went on, and people came and went. PFA brought more people into the Dramatis Personae—they were annoying, especially Cheryl. I almost pity her, having been raised in this chaos. She's so oblivious, she doesn't even recognize me as the villain I am.
Yeah, it was PFA who started calling me a villain at some point, even if she never really treated me like one. But to be honest? I admit it. I accept it. I am a villain. To the NTWF, at least, I am a villain. I hate them. One of these days they will feel my revenge. When the time is right, they will feel my revenge...
At some point, PFA started dragging me out to Tabloid Town. I hated her so much for that... I realized more than ever why I decided to ban 'shipping. But at the same time, it was interesting... the faces were changing. No one was acknowledging me for what I'd done. No one... remembered.
That made it all the easier.
Over time, I began to mingle more and more. The chaos almost began to make sense to me. Not that I liked it, of course I didn't. But one thing's for sure: I was learning.
The more time went on, of course, the more I realized that another takeover attempt was not going to work out well. There were other villains who tried to rise to power, but none of them ever succeeded. I guess it was just never meant to work out that way. One needed a better plan than that. Something far more subtle...
Nowadays, no one remembers me for my administrator days at all, even when I try to remind them. It's kind of amusing to me now, really. Even when they know I'm a villain, they don't acknowledge me as a threat. Oh, I'm a threat, alright. They just won't know it until the time is right...
Lately there's been an air of fear over Tabloid Town, especially the suburb they added on recently called the Icy Taco. It's oh so entertaining to watch, even when it's not caused by me. Seeing their fear is just so amusing to me now. It's fun just to sit back and taunt them about it.
Come to think of it, all those big bads that lurk in the Taco now... I bet they could help me with my comeback. I'll have to keep that in mind, it would be way too perfect. And I'm sure they'd agree that my revenge has to be perfect. Heh.
The timing has to be just right... or else it will all fall apart, just like before. I just have to wait for the right opportunity. What with all this rising darkness, it could be coming any time now, who knows. But the time will come. And in that time, they will finally acknowledge me for who I really am.
They will finally know the true Kindleflare.
For the past little while, I've been trying to figure out what happened in the gap between the two. I mean, in The Disappearance, she's remembered as the annoying tyrant who pushed a bunch of rules on us. On the Taco, she's mostly a snarky jerk. What changed, I wondered?
So I started thinking about it. And then last night, I sat down and wrote it.
...This is what I got.
Trapped.
I'd spent so long locking others into these rooms, and now they'd spun around and done it to me. I was, in a sense, trapped in my own prison. And I was all alone.
The time dragged on as I stared at those vacant walls. There was so little I could do. So little I had access to. All I could do was think... ponder over how all this had played out.
You know, ever since I was little, I wanted to be a queen. I wanted to rule. I wanted to be in charge, to help lead the people into a better future. My brothers always laughed at me, though. They told me it could never happen—I was never a princess, there was no way I'd become a queen.
But they were wrong. One way or another, I would get a chance to be in charge. They would understand eventually.
Time went on, and we all grew up. My oldest brother, Lunare, went off to college. I think he's a teacher or something now, I don't know. My other brother, Torisho... I heard he wanted to take up adventuring? Wonder how he's doing with that. Frankly, I haven't really heard from either of them in years.
As for me... my ambition remained the same. I wanted to be in charge. I knew I was never going to be a queen, but there were plenty of other ways to hold authority. One of them would be mine someday. And I would teach the people how to do things my way.
Though yeah, most of the time I just fantasized about it. Considering rules I would enforce, how I would do it... heck, I even wrote out this stupid article about it once. Getting published in the Times was another casual goal of mine. I submitted that article to them, though I never thought it would get published.
But it did. It appeared in the Times. And soon enough I was getting fanmail. Heck, it felt great. I loved it. I mean, I don't really consider myself a writer anymore, I haven't written a thing since... but hey, it made me feel so accomplished.
And then I got that letter... from this lady named Patjade. That's where it all began.
The letter itself was an invite to this place called the NTWF. The place sounded interesting enough, so I decided to check it out. What I saw, though... geez, the place was a disaster. The people there were insane. By which I literally mean insane. It was ridiculous.
And while I was glancing at their introductory pamphlet, she arrived. It was none other than the woman herself. It was Patjade, the NTWF administrator. She was some kind of elf with bright red hair... to be honest, I couldn't believe it. This was the whimp who was running this madhouse she called the NTWF.
Suddenly, it occurred to me. This was my chance.
Taking over was the easy part. All I had to do was overpower Patjade and put her out of the way. I ended up using that apartment building as a holding cell—it had moreorless been my hideout ever since I came back to find it had been abandoned. I guess it was evacuated for some reason while I was gone... never did find out why. At any rate, it made for a great holding cell now.
Oh, what little I knew at the time.
At any rate, with Patjade out of the way, I went back to the NTWF and started to clean the place up. I tell you, that place was a total mess. It definitely needed a little order to it, and who else to bring it to them but me. It seemed like it was working out so well.
But they hated me. Even when I tried to be reasonable, they talked behind my back all the time. They called me a tyrant. They missed Patjade.
I didn't understand it. I brought law to the land of chaos. How could they have wanted the chaos back?
And did they ever want it back. The other moderators revolted. They sought out my hideout just so they could get Patjade back. I tried to stop them, but they just fought back. Despite my best efforts, law was crushed by chaos.
It was Patjade who ultimately brought me down. The one I thought was so weak when I first met her... guess I underestimated her. Rather ironic, admittedly. But then, I guess along with being the masters of chaos, these people are masters of irony.
After all, why else would they have ended up locking me up in the same room I locked Patjade in?
Which brings me right back to where I started. Trapped. Trapped in my own prison.
Seconds felt like minutes. Minutes felt like hours. Hours felt like days. When you're left by yourself for any expanse of time, you find you bury yourself in your thoughts. Really, there were a lot of things going through my mind at that point. A lot of questions.
I mean, it was all so perfect. Where did it all go wrong?
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Those NTWFers were just so directly opposed to the concept of order. They were so irritatingly defiant. I could have made it work, but they didn't want to listen. They were so involved in their chaotic ways that the very idea of law was abhorrent to them, I guess.
They had to fight it with everything they had. They did everything they could just to undermine me. Bending rules, underground operations... everything they could do to escape my supposed tyranny.
...Escape.
Two of them were able to escape.
Suddenly, it all came flooding to me. If those two could escape from these rooms, then obviously so could I.
Those annoying NTWFers sure had a thing for irony. Well, two could play at that game.
It took talent. It took effort. Mostly effort, really. But in time, the door came crashing down, just like it did for them. I was free. I had escaped. And with my newfound freedom came a newfound fervor.
Those jerks would come to regret defying their administrator.
As I made my way out of the apartment building, I worked this concept through my mind. How could I possibly deal with the masters of chaos? I wasn't stupid, I knew I couldn't just march in with another takeover attempt. Not with all those stupid moderators still there. I needed a plan. A very good plan.
I soon decided that before I could come up with a proper course of action, I would need to learn as much as I could. Know thine enemy, as they say. So I quietly went back to the NTWF, hoping to remain as low profile as I could. I was not here to attack, not yet. I was here to observe.
This girl named PFA came up to me, and I'm still not sure why. Either she was ignorant or just that pathetically naïve. But she offered me a place to stay. A room in this place she later called her "Dramatis Personae." It was a quaint little place, in a secluded corner of Tabloid Town where people rarely went.
Tabloid Town... how I hated that place. Where the NTWF was the den of chaos, at the heart of it all was Tabloid Town. The things they did there just never made any sense. It seemed like they had no sense of law there at all.
Even so, I accepted PFA's offer. Because I knew it was all too perfect.
So that's where I stayed, observing the chaos about me in complete silence. PFA always said I was too sulky. I was a bit bitter, yeah, but I wasn't sulking. I was waiting. Waiting for the right moment to strike.
Time went on, and people came and went. PFA brought more people into the Dramatis Personae—they were annoying, especially Cheryl. I almost pity her, having been raised in this chaos. She's so oblivious, she doesn't even recognize me as the villain I am.
Yeah, it was PFA who started calling me a villain at some point, even if she never really treated me like one. But to be honest? I admit it. I accept it. I am a villain. To the NTWF, at least, I am a villain. I hate them. One of these days they will feel my revenge. When the time is right, they will feel my revenge...
At some point, PFA started dragging me out to Tabloid Town. I hated her so much for that... I realized more than ever why I decided to ban 'shipping. But at the same time, it was interesting... the faces were changing. No one was acknowledging me for what I'd done. No one... remembered.
That made it all the easier.
Over time, I began to mingle more and more. The chaos almost began to make sense to me. Not that I liked it, of course I didn't. But one thing's for sure: I was learning.
The more time went on, of course, the more I realized that another takeover attempt was not going to work out well. There were other villains who tried to rise to power, but none of them ever succeeded. I guess it was just never meant to work out that way. One needed a better plan than that. Something far more subtle...
Nowadays, no one remembers me for my administrator days at all, even when I try to remind them. It's kind of amusing to me now, really. Even when they know I'm a villain, they don't acknowledge me as a threat. Oh, I'm a threat, alright. They just won't know it until the time is right...
Lately there's been an air of fear over Tabloid Town, especially the suburb they added on recently called the Icy Taco. It's oh so entertaining to watch, even when it's not caused by me. Seeing their fear is just so amusing to me now. It's fun just to sit back and taunt them about it.
Come to think of it, all those big bads that lurk in the Taco now... I bet they could help me with my comeback. I'll have to keep that in mind, it would be way too perfect. And I'm sure they'd agree that my revenge has to be perfect. Heh.
The timing has to be just right... or else it will all fall apart, just like before. I just have to wait for the right opportunity. What with all this rising darkness, it could be coming any time now, who knows. But the time will come. And in that time, they will finally acknowledge me for who I really am.
They will finally know the true Kindleflare.