soulping | PART ONE

PART ONE

[The lights dim and you are no longer in a classroom, but a low key bar. An older gentleman from behind the counter is looking at you as if waiting for your next order. La Torre's voice comes from nowhere in particular:]

Today I have a story for you. Have you ever heard of the Human Condition? It's a conceited study of what traits innately make a human being a human being. Some say it can be defined as humanity's capacity for good and for evil. If a person has an infinite capacity for good then, like a mirror image, they must have an infinite capacity for evil, right?

There was a man. He was sitting at a bar. He couldn't accept the reality of his world. It was his lot in life to wish for a different lot; he was a selfish, small man. He drank. He drank to forget. He drank to obfuscate his understanding. He drank so he didn't have to accept.

You are sitting at a bar. Why are you drinking?

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But the spikes must have hurt going down. Not that you would have cared, being dead at the time.

You're right. I cared more about being left alone and abandoned. If only my powers could help people instead of scare them or make them angry.

Well, darling, you know better for next time.

[reaches over and pats his cheek... after manuvering it around something that's not actually there. stop being covered with spikes, man.]

I did say you need to practice.