Game Over Day (Aborted)

Sega Genesis: In the age before time - before the expanse that came to be known as The Universe - there was immense joy and warmth of spirit. It was an age without pain or sorrow. Beings of splendor would circle a precious white light in a song and dance of pure merriment, basking in the forces of love. It was paradise. But it was not destined to remain this way forever. For having never experienced pain, these beings were unable to truly appreciate that paradise. This became the yin and the yang of existence. One cannot appreciate happiness without knowing sadness, and one cannot know sadness without knowing happiness. Thus, the white light opened the door to a new form of being. One which most welcomed with excitement and a genuine sense of wonder. Some, however, were unwilling to make the change, wishing to remain in their euphoric state. One gutsy being would even try to seize power for itself, only to be cast out from the experience of either world. As a brave new frontier - The Universe - came into being, darkness was separated from the light, and solid masses began to take shape. They came to be known as planets and stars. Soon, the breath of life - the essence of being in the new world - gave way to organisms of all shapes, sizes and colors. It was simply majestic to behold. The beings of the light entered into their new existence with a strange sense not known to them before. That which is the unknown. What will they be? Whatever will be, will be...

Just Another Day: The Ancient Corridor

Just Another Day is a story set 30 some years after "Departing a Day at Gridline Games" and "A Final Day at Gridline Games," and it is meant to inspire, not to offend. It is, after all, a work of fiction. As usual, you may find a few truths along the way!

Every story has a beginning, a middle and an end. But shrouded within every story is a secret. There is no beginning, and there is no end. For something had always set the stage for the play to follow, and for when the final curtain had fallen, another play was set to begin; with the same players dressed for different parts. Throughout the untold ages, beings have fought, died and killed for the things they believed in. Sparked by their innate passions. Passion in and of itself is glorious. For without it, beings would never find their true calling. Their reason for being in the first place. In that passion, they have the potential to find love. The force for which none is greater. With love comes compassion and understanding. With these things comes oneness with all that was, is or ever will be. In essence, passion is an uncontrollable emotion. That which can also drive beings away from love; and drive them instead toward hate. The force which only serves to blind and confuse. If love opens a door, hate closes a door. Passion is therefore an eternal struggle; with the same players dressed for different parts. Every story has a middle.

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