By Josh Sutton
"Here comes the water.
All I knew and all I believed
are crumbling images
that no longer comfort me.
I scramble to reach higher ground
some order and sanity
or something to comfort me.
So I take what is mine and hold what is mine,
suffocate what is mine and bury what’s mine.
Soon the water will come
and claim what is mine.
I must leave it behind
and climb to a new place now.
This ground is not the rock I thought it to be.
Thought I was high.
Thought I was free.
Thought I was their divine destiny.
I was wrong.
This changes everything.
The water is rising up on me.
Thought the sun would come deliver me,
but the truth has come to punish me instead.
The ground is breaking down right under me.
Cleanse and purge me in the water."
(OOC: Lyrics from "Flood" by Tool. Normally I don't use song lyrics in roleplays, but this song was so influencial to the idea that I just couldn't resist.)
Index:
->What are the Currents?
->Interpretation
->Aftermath
->The Rebirth
->Chapter 1: What Are The Currents?
The Currents are the proper-name given to life force. It's a meditative chi often obtained by self-sacrifice to inner-demons. One can often sell himself to the Currents in order to achieve something major. In doing so, he pledges his life to it. To be in debt to the Currents can be a very challenging thing indeed. They can ask at will many things. The person is then given an option. To do as the Currents ask or be deprived of current status.
In retrospect, say a man sold himself to the Currents to win the lottery for sixty-four million dollars. The Currents could ask him to kill his wife, children and burn his house all the while making it look like an accident or face poverty. Should he choose not to do so, the money would be no more. It would simply have never existed in the sands of time.
The Currents also carry good on their word, however. Many times they do not burden you at all. It is depended on solely by which the extent you abuse it.
->Chapter Two: Interpretation
The Currents in relation to me have been a double-edged sword. It all started for me back in 1999. I was working for a rising star promotion known as Extreme World Wrestling League. I captured their World title at a pay-per-view entitled 'Mayhem in Manchester'. During the course of that match my knee was seperated from the joints. I was made to forfeit the title and possibly even face early retirement. I tried everything. I tried immense therapy sessions. I tried praying to God, but he wasn't listening to my calls.
When all hope seemed lost, I heard a voice deep down inside me. A voice that called out to me, that offered to mend my wounds. Thus the noose was tied around my neck and my unholy allegience to the Currents began.
A couple of weeks passed and my leg, as the doctors described it, was miraculously healed. I felt a deep sense of gratitude, but at the same time regret. I had no idea what selling my soul would imply. They have cost me two valuable items. The relationship with my wife and an actual life away from the sport. But for the most part, I still remain grateful.
You see, since the Currents live within you, the object you come to cherish the most will be their object of infatuation. My problem has become their love for professional wrestling and the success I have in it. Losing isn't something they take lightly.
I've associated with the demons for so long that they've went in with me as a partnership. Those who I defeat become infected... They just don't know it yet. The Currents spread like plague. Someday, we're all going to be puppets. We're all going to be controlled by a source unknown to us until it's all but over. When that day comes, nothing will stop them.
With me as their commander, they have achieved great things. But I'm growing weary of the strings at which I'm bound at the wrists. I'm yearning to break free but the fear is great. I see little chance of surviving without them. They are my safety net and like a child, I've been raised on their dependency. Am I regretful? Nay. Would I sell my soul again, given the chance? Without question, I would. The boredom of retirement is not one I would wish to bear on anyone.
->Chapter Three: Rebirth
Since my blessed deliverance here to Chaos Heat Zone, I've underwent a serious reincarnation of sorts. Out went caring. Out went the feeling of regard to human anatomy. Out went every fucking ounce of dignity and respect I had pent up.
I used up more of the life force for a ticket to this place. It was well spent and the profits I've made have more than compensated me. I'm not speaking in terms of finances, although that they haven't been bad. I'm speaking in terms of spirituality and props from the currents.
Though, that minor setback at Hell to Pay was costly, it was just that, a minor setback. Now the currents command me to evolve further, and they'll be the evolvers this time. They desire my ascent up the ladder and with the acquirement of the United States championship, I will be well on my way. Should I fail, I must seek higher ground. For the currents will swallow me. I am replacable. I am disposable. I am nothing to them, but I find it profounding. The rebirth is coming...
->Chapter Four: My Aftermath
Even in the end of my career, the water will continue to flow. Even years after my departure, the currents will be there to fill the void of those in doubt. To sweep them under and baptize them in sweet conformity. It sounds simplistic, and believe me it is.
It knows no end. It is forever, even overshadowing the Gods and the reign of man. It's lived in some of the greatest figures and worst misconceptions this world has seen. And many more shall follow. I must carry on for as long as my body can hold me, because they know no hesitation in termination. Carry me currents to the void of the hearts in men and women alike. Carry me to them so that I may create for you a better tommorrow. The aftermath cannot come too soon.