Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25504728-20141007204029

Alright so I've been working on this pasta for a few days now and I've pretty much hit a huge roadblock creatively. I'm having a lot of trouble trying to flesh out the plot, and find a good title for it. So I'm posting It here in the hopes I can find some help.

I've finally found them. It has taken me years but I found them. All those charts, all those pins connecting people to other people, all those little connections that seemed like nothing. Well all those years of people laughing are over! I've finally found you, you beautiful bastards!

The cultists will applaud me, and I deserve every second of their praise. My life's work was to find them, and now here they are. Standing around the alter naked, blood dripping from each of their fingertips. I need to know what they want from us, I don't know what they're trying to do, but whatever it is I need to figure it out.

I know what I'll do I will ask them. They will tell me about their blighting of the world with such glee and enthusiasm in their lifeless eyes, And they will take me by the shoulder and show me their great works, they will show me their towers of flesh. The twisted monstrositys that keep their shape with tied bone, which are then covered in entrails, and wrapped with stretched skin.

They tell me that I am insignificant. They tell me that I am no more then a tiny tower of mismatched parts built of flesh and bone. So I ask them where did consciousness come from if we are no more than these towers of parts? They ask the same thing, for they too seek answers.

They do not want to take life, they want to give life. To learn where our souls came from.

I found them but what I do with them is my choice and mine alone. I've spent my life asking questions, but now I can answer the biggest question of them all! If I could find them then surely I could help them? Truly their cause is worthy of my life.

After all I've already spent my life searching for them. So I suppose I have no qualms with them taking my eyes. 