Why?

WHY???

I'll tell you why.

If I forget...

I'll...

I will...

I

will

...

Nevermind.

You obviously don't remember.

...

But.

You know what?

If you can't remember...

I'll give you the next best thing.

...



ACT ONE, SCENE ONE

Woshua is alone.

WOSHUA: Come on, it's been hours. She's supposed to be here by now.

Woshua is a sad loser who obsesses over a floating eyeball and puts "scholar" on his resume.

WOSHUA: Wait, I'm picking up something!

Woshua owns too many radar scanners to ever make any friends.

WOSHUA: Yes... hahaha... YES! I've done it! She's right here...

Woshua has such an unhealthy obsession with the acquisition of power, he should talk to a therapist.

WOSHUA: Hear me, gods! I'm back! I'm better than ever!

Woshua talks to no one, and calls it "prayer."

WOSHUA: It's time.

Woshua also owns enough weapons to get him on a list.

WOSHUA: Rest in peace. You were an excellent stepping stone.

Woshua will never regain godhood.

ACT ONE, SCENE TWO

reMEmBeR is a depressing edgelord who cites Reddit pages and has daddy issues.

reMEmBeR: Ooh, I'm feeling something. Seems like... an old god? Oh, that's just delicious!

reMEmBeR walks around looking for something to do. He does this because nothing in his life is worthwhile.

reMEmBeR: Hmm, it seems like a disempowered old god. Boring.

reMEmBeR pretends he has done anything exciting or interesting in his life. He is wrong.

reMEmBeR: I think it's in that cabin there. Why a cabin? Old gods are supposed to have castles and skyscrapers. What a loser.

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.

ACT TWO, SCENE ONE

Her is her actual name.

reMEmBeR: Oh, what's this? An eye? You're not an old god.

Her has been forgotten by her culture.

WOSHUA: What the... what is that? Weird red ghost. That's not Her.

Her has nothing to live for besides living.

reMEmBeR: Ha, I see now! YOU'RE the old god!

Her is scared.

WOSHUA: Who, me? I dunno what you're talking about, ghost.

Her knows what comes next.

reMEmBeR: How should I kill you? Maybe lacerations? Or would strangulation suit you better?

Her waits for it to end.

WOSHUA: When I get my power back, I'll show you. I'll show ALL of them.

Her is helpless to do anything.

reMEmBeR: Oh, so is this little thing your ticket to godhood?

Her is doomed.

WOSHUA: Go. Away.

Her might as well be dead.

reMEmBeR: It would be such a shame if someone...

Her feels something wrong.

WOSHUA: NO!

reMEmBeR: Ha... hahaha... oh, that is precious. I wish you could see the LOOK on your face!

WOSHUA: Wait... I know you...! YOU'RE THE HOST!

reMEmBeR: Y- well, no...? It's complicated.

WOSHUA: SPARE ME YOUR TRICKERY, DEMON! I KNOW YOUR FORM!

reMEmBeR: ...sure, yeah. I'm the Host. Ooooooooooooo, I'll possess you...!

WOSHUA: STAY BACK!

reMEmBeR: Okaaaay! I'll be baaaack!

WOSHUA: Yeah, vanish! Vanish like a coward!

reMEmBeR: One more thing you should remember!

WOSHUA: NO!

reMEmBeR: She's aliiiiiiiive.....

And he was right.

WOSHUA: She's... w-

reMEmBeR: Okay bye now!!!!!!!

THE END



...

So.

Did you like it?

Did it ring any bells?

...

No.

Of course not.

It was terrible.

And slightly inaccurate.

The stage directions are true, though.

And the events...

Really, really happened.

...

So you surely get it now.

This... is not how I wanted you to find out my story.

It came from a place of anger.

But anger is one of the only things I have left.

Along with despair...

My memory...

And this repulsive form.

...

All this to say...

I may be the only one left who remembers.

I'll forget this conversation soon.

Goodbye.

Come back soon.