No such thing as a beginning. Everything that ever was and ever will be is a culmination of event's so seemingly inconsequential to one another that we can never hope to know how a thing truly began. You just have to pick a point and go.
Just think of the earliest most relevant thing and start plotting out a wide set of the important events. Then start filling in the big events with the little events. Then start filling in how each little thing came to be. And before you know it, you have a story.
When you go to publish it, you just find the most interesting block of events that fit in book size and publish that first. Then you can start publishing everything as squeals and prequel after you've got them hooked. Doesn't matter how boring or uninteresting those block of events are. People are gluttons, all they want is more.
But now I'm rambling. Suppose I'm always rambling. That's probably gonna be the bulk of this blog. What I'm trying to say is... this is a prequel and I don't know how interesting that's gonna be to read. I consider this time in my life to be more interesting by far. Everything else before I used Duckie to rob and punish the old Bureaucracy and started my own Faction with the funds... then passed it off and became a dog for yet another Faction... its all kind of blur. Maybe that's just history though. Never feels quite as happening as the present.
And while some cool and happening writers might use the foresight to whittle away past events to just show the important parts that played into things going forward to create some sort of narrative or give their work a point or meaning, I can promise you that I won't be falling into such trappings.
For better or worse, this is gonna be everything last thing I can recall. Maybe, just maybe, someone will find something useful in here. Or perhaps like the writings of my predecessor these words will drive you all crazy. Wouldn't that just be a special kind of awesome.
So how do you start my story? I can think of no better way than to repeat the way my story originally started for you all long before you had any broad sense of who I was. We're gonna start it with Duckie.
I know a piece of you is out there somewhere you sick fuck. I miss you. My arms and legs still hurt. About the only good thing you ever did is give me this kick ass handle and kill Highest Loveless.
So... This is dedicated to you. I'll sure you'll recognize it.
So much to say, so much to see.
So much in the world but not a thing to be.
This worlds so gray. Yet this fires so bright.
I chase it through the beasts but they whittle my life.
I press on and fight with all of my might.
I scream for help to find me. A hopeless plight.
When life is nothing but pain, it all feels the same.
At the end of the day, you are what you leave.
Creation requires sacrifice and my tatters of me are all I've to give.
My only solace to be, that my rage will out live me.
Yet at the end of my path, I find I'd take it all back.
Know that my only true win, was feeding the flame I died in.
This win could be yours. Just follow my course.
Let the Fire guide you.
Such terrible advice. I miss you mutt.
-Sincerely,
The Man You Named Fracture
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