A short time after I started playing Glitch I came across a Note on the ground. It was something simple like "You're awesome!" or "Have a good day," but it kind of blew my mind. I didn't know you could write notes in the game, but suddenly that was my new goal: to learn how to write and leave notes and stories and anything I could think of for other people to find all around Ur.
This is the very first thing I ever wrote on a Note and left from someone to find. I misunderstood the 1000 character limit as a 1000 word limit, so I had to split it into three notes, but I was OK with that. I typed it up and left it on a ledge in Arisa Annex, and even took a picture. It was the beginning of my short-lived Glitch-Fic writing career. Enjoy.
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The wind whipped through the Glitch’s hair as he stood on
the edge of the cliff. He could feel the sun on his face as he looked over the
plains below. In the distance he saw pigs and chickens walking together while
butterflies watched them from above. They walked freely in the cool air of the
morning, but by midday he knew they would seek shelter in the shade of trees to
avoid the sun’s rays.
“What a curious world this is that’s been given to us.”
He spoke the words softly to himself, though no one else was around to hear them even if he had shouted.
“It’s so simple in its beauty, and equally beautiful because of its simplicity; all things fit together just so.”
These were not new thoughts—he was oft given to musing on the wonders of his world—but that day felt different; that day he really felt these things. It was no longer an exercise in the observation of the interconnectedness of this land, but instead an emotion growing deep in his gut. It is one thing to know how the world works and a very different thing to understand, without knowing, why it works and why it must and that we are all responsible for making sure that it continues to do so.
“The pigs and the chickens, the trees and the soil, all the things that can exist or might exist or will exist are dependent on all the things that do exist; all the things that do exist are dependent on me.” These thoughts weighed on his mind, but only for a moment before that weight turned to air and the feeling of responsibility turned, in an instant, to elation. He could do anything! There was nothing at all that was beyond him in that instant. He might become this world’s greatest Creator, or its greatest Destroyer. He was a Giant in his own right with no destiny but the one he chose for himself. All he had to do was will it.
“What a curious world this is that’s been given to us.”
He spoke the words softly to himself, though no one else was around to hear them even if he had shouted.
“It’s so simple in its beauty, and equally beautiful because of its simplicity; all things fit together just so.”
These were not new thoughts—he was oft given to musing on the wonders of his world—but that day felt different; that day he really felt these things. It was no longer an exercise in the observation of the interconnectedness of this land, but instead an emotion growing deep in his gut. It is one thing to know how the world works and a very different thing to understand, without knowing, why it works and why it must and that we are all responsible for making sure that it continues to do so.
“The pigs and the chickens, the trees and the soil, all the things that can exist or might exist or will exist are dependent on all the things that do exist; all the things that do exist are dependent on me.” These thoughts weighed on his mind, but only for a moment before that weight turned to air and the feeling of responsibility turned, in an instant, to elation. He could do anything! There was nothing at all that was beyond him in that instant. He might become this world’s greatest Creator, or its greatest Destroyer. He was a Giant in his own right with no destiny but the one he chose for himself. All he had to do was will it.
Standing at the edge of the cliff, all of those thoughts
whipped around his head like the wind; all of those feelings rose in his heart
like the sun. He smiled wide to himself.
On this morning, for just a brief second, all these things and more he held in his being as he looked out over his world.
“Today will be a good day.”
On this morning, for just a brief second, all these things and more he held in his being as he looked out over his world.
“Today will be a good day.”
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