A terribubble dream
Imagine a battle royal tower, completely cut off from the rest of the world.
Imagine a few dozen people, random and confused, from families to lone elders.
Imagine that each tower had, not only others having to fight each other to the death, monsters and hazards that were meant to thin the ranks as people climb the tower for an ultimate reward.
Imagine not being one of the competitors, but rather one of the ‘wardens’ of the game, watching people die with a detached interest.
Imagine that you are death, ensuring that you get all the dead souls from this battle to the places that they belong.
Imagine going to a family of five and informing one of the children that he is dead, but he is allowed to bring someone along. Imagine that he chooses, not his mother that is supposed to die, but his youngest brother. Imagine taking the two of them, then having to kill the mother later on because it was her time.
Imagine that, after someone finally reached the top of the tower and got the reward, the survivors were allowed to leave, and that family of five is now only two.
I’ve written over 17,000 words for a fanfiction I started six days ago, and thought of a new character/comic thingy that I want to develop.
And I’ve yet to finish a thousand word essay or a worksheet for school.