Daycare audios of songs: exist Every author who watched this video suddenly writing down plots that could fit into books into a comment in under 3000 characters: *INTERESSTING*
Sorry if I'm late to the party but like, this song makes me imagine a Danganronpa/Juuni Kaisen-like story about this: 70 years into the future, Earth, as well as other 6 alien worlds in the Milky Way, are ready to participate in an upcoming Battle known as the Colosseum Games. Every year, each world is to have two of their greatest heroes participate in a two-man team battle royale on Mars (once a thriving utopia, now a planet full of ruins overtaken by nature after an intergalactic war). The losers will return back to their world with just 100,000 compensation (but still, in shame). As for the winners, they will be chosen to live in a paradise world known as Avalon where they can live in eternal bliss. So begin our story with two of my OCs: Jedidiah (A powerful psychic who can warp reality on a subatomic scale) and Marty (A fighter with a power of Toon Force) chosen as Earth's champions in the upcoming Battle Royale. (There are other OCs aside from those two but they're still in a making) At first, the whole thing will be your typical Battle Royale story, as both Jed and Marty had thought it would. But as the story progress, things gets very dark when they start noticing that things aren't what it seemed while each struggles to keep their inner demon at bay. Will they managed to uncover the truth behind everything unfold before it's too late? Or ended up losing themselves to their *_despair_* as they become so close to reach the answer to why the battle royale was even their in the first place.
This makes me want to write a story. (Tw plane crash and death) There once was a homeless 12 year old boy, his name was Charlie. His loving family was so poor that they couldn’t even give him school, and he was very illiterate. He dreamed about being rich, of getting everything he wanted.Charlie’s young parents had left him at a young age, 10 years old after they got kidnapped and most likely killed. So then Charlie set out, planning to start a new life. He lived in the wilderness for two years. Until he met a rich man who looked sort of like a joker. “H-Hello,” Charlie said. The man smiled and invited him to his home where he would treat homeless kids and make then feel like family. Being young and naïve, Charlie reluctantly accepted the offer. They flew in a small plane fitting only just the two of them. They drive for a few hours until the pilot uncontrollably starts laughing. Charlie asks what was going on. The pilot does not speak, only maniacally laughs. Charlie starts getting worried and then realizes that the pilot plans to crash the plane. This song plays while the plane shoots back down to earth and the man laughs. Both of them die in the crash.
This daycore reminds me of a story that I made up: There are two brothers. One worked in the Air Force and the other worked as an airline pilot. Their names were Nicholas, who's about 26 and was the airline pilot, and Alex, who's 43 and worked in the Air Force. The brothers were unfortunately both in tragic accidents in their work. Alex was the leader of a patrol because there were enemy jets attacking their aircraft carrier. While Alex was patrolling with his close friends in the Air Force, their jets were shot down and lost in the ocean. In complete guilt, Alex almost died as an enemy jet purposefully crashed into his jet. He jumped out of the jet with the jump seat and landed in the ocean, where he suddenly started having a seizure. He woke up later in an Air Force hospital and asked what happened. “You were the only one who survived the patrol,” the nurse explained. “Carl, Jacob, and Benjamin were killed.” Again, guilt crashed down on Alex, and that guilt never left him. Including during the present day. Nicholas, who had always dreamed of becoming an airline pilot, was overjoyed when he found out he had gotten his airline pilot license. He worked for United Airlines(c), and was the captain of the A350-1000. A year and a half into his life as a pilot, he was on flight 3214. Unexpectedly, the plane began nosediving uncontrollably and Nicholas and his copilot, Ryan, had tried to do everything they could to get the plane under control. While they were trying their best, both engines on the plane exploded, leaving everyone, including Nicholas, shocked and scared. No matter how much he wanted to panic and fret, Nicholas kept calm and crash-landed the plane in a cornfield. He woke up 3 months later in the hospital. “You've been in a coma for three months,” the nurse told him, “and unfortunately, everyone in the crash died except for you. Good job, pilot.” She said the last three words with a cold, scathing tone. Nicholas couldn’t describe the immeasurable guilt he felt. He watched the news, seeing the plane crashing from the outside view. He had taken over 400 lives, and the thought of it shook him. He was investigated and turned out to be innocent, as he hadn’t drank or overdosed on drugs. He had always wanted to stay away from those things. But even after being found as innocent, Nicholas still felt guilty in the depths of his heart. Everyday, as he continued his job as an A350-1000 pilot, he couldn’t remove the three words the nurse had told him when he had woken up from his coma. _“Good job, pilot.”_ Nicholas and Alex had never been very close throughout their brotherhood. One day, while Nicholas was at an air show, he went to the front of the crowd. A few strangers squinted at him, spat on the ground, and sneered, “Murderous pilot! You're only innocent because you weren’t high, but you really belong in jail!” Nicholas believed that. He watched as a F-16 fighter jet roared past him and the crowd. Unknowingly, Nicholas's brother shoved Nicholas aside and stared at the strangers who ridiculed him. “You got ants in your pants?” he asked in a scolding voice. “N-No,” the strangers stuttered. “Then why don't you go complaining to your mother about your melting ice cream, instead of blindly calling out my brother for trying his best at crash-landing a damn plane! He had only been a pilot for one and a half God damn years!” The strangers gulped nervously and bolted into the crowd. Alex sighed and turned his gaze to Nicholas, who was watching wide-eyed. His eyes were dulled with weariness. “Alex?” Nicholas asked. “Shut up, Nick,” Alex muttered. “We've both been in plane crashes. We both suffered guilt for the lives that were in our hands. And we shall get through that together. Because we're brothers.” **THIS STORY WAS MADE UP. FLIGHT 3214 WASN,T AN ACTUAL ACCIDENT.**
