Yes, after I said so for so long to my 14 or so viewers I shall now reveal to you the revised intro of "The Story of Faceless". I hope you all agree and enjoy my revision of it, as I worked kinda hard on it. Thank you.
+++INTRO+++ Bright, sunny, cloudless sky covered the air above a rainforest full of life. Birds, feral cats and bugs of all shapes and sizes dotted the rough trees inside. Beside the rainforest was a desert wasteland, with cracks in the ground. Heat hit the wasteland like a wrecking ball to a building. It was odd how such a drastic change in climate was possible. In the middle of this rainforest, was a bleak and gray city. It was if a giant spilled whitener on the rainforest, causing this discolored blemish. The city was inhabited, but not by people. They were more like living machines than anything. They were dull, and devoid of distinct human features. Most noticeable of said features would be a face. They had feet, fingers, and even a humanoid structure, but looked as if they were a mannequin. They wore clothes and stood on two feet, but they still were not human. Those who were not these odd and featureless creatures, knew the automatic things by only one name: The Faceless. The Faceless had no emotion, no logic. They were fueled only by initiative and willpower, doing only what they were told to do. They would gladly throw themselves into a canyon if it's what their masters would want. Among this torrent of gray humanoid figures, was a human. They had a face, they had personality, and some even had color in their skin. However, for these humans, they weren't allowed to have the things that set them apart fro The Faceless. The Faceless would punish humans, simply because they were different. They'd pull at a human's face, trying to throw it away into the rainforest. They tried to rip up the skin which had color, only to find a red color spilling out of the tears. The humans learned how to combat this however, by wearing masks that made them appear faceless. Humans, among other humans, were generally known as the "Masked Faceless". The Faceless worked like a hive, always together and always working as a group. They only had one "master" which told them what to do. The behavior of a faceless wasn't good, consisting of either doing a task no human would want to do, or gathering resources. Much like ants in an ant hill. Who knows what would happen if one of the ants was to cause a revolution? One that hasn't been so large for over 100 years?
Thanks for the support guys, I got both part 2 and part 3 right now (I make them in my free time of school), so you guys will have another one tomorrow for sure. Or at least if I don't get sick of typing it up X3
Author's Comments: In the original "The Story of Faceless" I had X93220 (I forgot his old code so I made an easier to remember one) jump straight into action and not go to work. Looking back on this, that wasn't such a great decision since you didn't know why he wanted to break from the faceless, besides them doing basically nothing all day and night. Segment 1 and 2 are just going to be of X93220 (don't worry, he'll be called X soon) and his regular everyday life SPOILERS, DO NOT READ ON UNLESS YOU READ THE ORIGINAL "The Story of Faceless" until eventually he gets fed up with the boring enviornment and runs away. /SPOILERS
+++Part 1+++
A man with unkempt hair and a warm, but still emotionally empty smile was staring outside his tinted apartment window. The faceless were already at work, marching in groups of 6-10. The faceless always marched with the same "eople", which was odd since they almost never really knew each other. Outside of their names. Seven of one group of faceless collapsed, being trampled by some extras trying to get into the group (seeing an opening to be in a new group). This man's empty smile turned into a half-hearted frown as he walked towards a machine that plopped a shirt into a tray. He slipped the long sleeved gray shirt on. A code read on the shirt; X93220 was written with a lighter gray color on the shirt. Those were the only names a masked or a regular faceless could have. The name system was completely made of letters and numbers. When your name exceeds 1 letter and 5 numbers, the next faceless to be born gets a new letter in the system. When they got to the end of the alphabet, they'd add an extra letter. It goes like that for just about ever. The faceless were up to XY36792. Slipping down the stairs, X93220 sighed at his blank world. For each faceless, there was some sort of job chosen for them at birth. X93220 was lucky enough to be a miner. Mines near the city were all over the place, and X93220 was a little scared that the city would be sucked in by a sudden collapse. He also kind of wanted it to happen. Anything in order to see something new.
Stepping into his group silently, he marched to the rythym of the others. His ears could only hear rubber shoes hitting concrete and black gravel. When he broke from his group and went into the mine, things were just as rhythmical, dull, and controlled. It was his everyday life. Grabbing a pickaxe he mindlessly struck stone after stone. Clanging and tinking from all the faceless (and a few masked faceless) was heard all throughout the hollowed out halls of the mine. Tempo with no music is rather boring.
