Events of great proportion tend towards an increase in activity.
I sat, pondering The Rebel Faction, one day. It occurred to me, in my contemplations, to consider our timeline. Curious in my thoughts I opened my web-browser to TRF and clicked on our timeline. For some time then I remained intent in my focus and studied the timeline accordingly so but as I read a strange, unquantifiable sensation began to assert itself in the annals of my consciousness. It was a thing, upon which I could put no finger, though I clicked with redoubled ferocity upon my mouse. Slowly and with dawning irony I realized that the source of my consternation was something that I had discussed previously and at some lengths with Ahnk.
I was coming realize that time had, in fact, slowed.
What a terrible thing, to know that the years would only get longer and carried out at a painfully inexorable pace, that of continental drift. Immortality of the worst kind, I could not stomach such a thing though my good friend, in our discussions, tried to assuage my concerns by telling me that it was the natural evolution of the story. But nay, I would not be satiated and so I struck out for a solution…
… to find that I had long ago found one for myself; that within the realm of fiction time was purely subjective, little more then a plot device. And so, little knowing that I had long ago over come the problem I was only now becoming fully cognizant of, I had been writing stories that did not lend themselves to chronological order, but rather a chaotic jumble of events with no particular cohesion save the intention to tell a good story. Successful or not, this is what I had been doing for some time.
In coming to this conclusion I found myself discussing with Ahnk the flexible nature of space and time in regards to our fictional universe versus those hard and fast laws of physics that make ‘real life’ so much less interesting. Following it’s natural progression Ahnk and I soon found ourselves wondering where our characters would be in ten years, in twenty years, in thirty years? We knew the prospect of this conversation was too grandiose for us to keep confined between us and so, I present the quandary to you, the reader, now…
Where do you see your characters in thirty years? Where do you see the factions with which they are affiliated? And how, pray tell, could those things come to be where they would?
This is a purely hypothetical exercise without attention lent to variables other then the slow, steady, self-driven propagation that is the current paradigm of characters and factions alike. Have fun with it.
