[ WP ] Every single time anyone begins a story , from a grade two assignment to a 300 page novel , it creates an actual universe where the stories laws and characters are real , and are at the mercy of their creator . Unfinished stories create a hell like no other .

“ Hey you! Yeah you, Mr. Author, the guy writing this damn story right now; we need to talk. ” 
 
 Let us say, dear reader, that the fellow now trying to gain my attention is a Mike. Yes, Mikes tend to be rather annoying sorts, that is a good name for him. 
 
 “ Sigh, OK fine… This is Mike. We still need to talk. ” 
 
 Of course, Mike is only able to express himself through the words I give him. His thoughts are only those that I allow to share space in my mind. Never the less, it would be rude of me not to let him talk. 
 
 “ So here is the deal Mr. Author, this world is shit. You literally have me sitting in a black void. You started writing this damn story without any planning, and now I ’ m stuck here in an eternal emptiness of your making ( or lack thereof ). ” 
 
 It occurs to me that I might share my name with Mike, but perhaps that would simply make his complaints more grating. Mr. Author it is. In any case, I should resolve Mike ’ s complains so that the story can progress. 
 
 You see, Mike is the last inhabitant of a world that was never meant to exist. The dim light of a fading sun fell on his artificial world but provided only enough light for the highly adapted low light vision lenses that Mike wore almost permanently. Once this synthetic planet was a thriving colony but in recent… 
 
 “ SERIOUSLY! This is such bullshit, and I ’ m not only talking about your writing. All the power in the world and you dump me on a heap of scrap like this. ” 
 
 Sigh, however having become tired of the latest entry in the Call of Obligation franchise, Mike removes his VR helmet, escaping into the crowded arcade. The sun was still high in the sky outside but most of the shades were drawn to prevent light leakage into the virtual worlds inside. 
 
 “ Hey this is way better, but it kinda smells in here. Also you have yet to write any food, and I ’ m feeling a bit peckish. ” 
 
 Mike spend most of his time in such virtual worlds because of his trouble integrating with others. An injury in his childhood had left him mute, a condition that did not make such integration any easier. 
 
 *Wild gesticulation* 
 
 *Inappropriate use of central digit* 
 
 *Turning around, grabbing of pants, bearing of rear end* 
 
 On second thought dear reader, it has occurred to me that Mike is nothing more than an extension of myself, and as such deserves a happier existence ( And I the peace of mind I had before I started this story ). 
 
 Suddenly the rainbow unicorn aliens abduct Mike, taking him to their wonderful paradise island world. This world is famous throughout the cosmos for containing buildings with only 3 walls. This decreases repair costs in the event that a wall is broken, when compared with traditional 4 walled buildings. 
 
 And now, having sent mikes tale to a not horrific resolution, I think I must have a word with my writer. I am becoming rather irate at the clichéd writing he keeps putting in my mouth. 
 
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 Kind of got off topic there, hope its still enjoyable enough. 
 
 -Mr. Writer 

