Once upon a time there was a man
The end.
Really, that’s it. What, you want to know more? Listen, I don’t think you understand but this guy is average incarnate: uninteresting squared, mediocre personified, just plain BORING. I mean here’s a guy who never got picked first for kickball and never got picked last, always dead center. If an odd number of people were playing, he would be the umpire, and even then he didn’t yell when he made calls. I apologize for making it sound like this guy is actually joyless enough to be deserving of pity or at all interesting because, honest to God, he is not. Take it from me; I had to live with the guy for years.I know what you’re thinking: is there ANYTHING interesting about this guy? Well, there IS this one thing.
It was a thought, but not just any thought. This was the first genuine creative spark in crevice of a consciousness. There are plenty of primal urges, basic history facts, memories of childhood experiences, and things of that nature in this guy’s head already, but this thought was special. It was a true idea that had spawned within his own skull, a miracle, a flower spontaneously blooming on the moon. Teams of scientists could study it with multimillion dollar lab equipment and never determine if it actually exists.So this thought, let’s call him The Idea, is already an outlier, but now, he has to make himself known to our guy. He has to escape this guy’s abyss of a subconscious and make himself known, maybe even have an effect, all while shooting bad thoughts, solving puzzles and trying to break through this guy’s brain.