<div id="m_titli"><a href="https://nagolbud.com/adventures-of-aspy/" target="_blank">Aspy</a></div>
<div id="m_subtitli"><a href="https://nagolbud.com/adventures-of-aspy/" target="_blank">Escape From Society</a></div>
<div class="m_texti">In a world so dark creativity ceases to flow, all colors removed as conformity becomes the depression of existence in this box called Captaville. A sky so dark, it's a wonder how anyone could see anything at all.
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1) [[Introduction of the Same->Introduction of the Same]]
2) [[Darkness Expands Over Night->Darkness Expands Over Night]]
3) [[From the Shadows It Submerges->From the Shadows It Submerges]]
4) [[Gift of the Unexplainable->Gift of the Unexplainable]]
5) [[Camouflaged by Re-Creativity->Camouflaged by Re-Creativity]]
6) [[Sharing Among the Uncaring->Sharing Among the Uncaring]]
7) [[Reality of the Unreal->Reality of the Unreal]]
8) [[Conformity of the Consciousness->Conformity of the Consciousness]]
9) [[Escalation of the Imagination->Escalation of the Imagination]]
10) [[Escaping the Ruse of Normality->Escaping the Ruse of Normality]]
11) [[Personalization of the Unknown->Personalization of the Unknown]]
12) [[Dedicated To Creativity->Dedicated To Creativity]]
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<center><a style="font-size:10px;cursor:not-allowed;color:#f0f0f0;" href="https://nagolbud.com/psyrus/" target="_blank">N̷̛̯̙̊̀́a̷̙̖̳̥͗g̶̺̜̮͚̭̮̱̈͛̄ó̶̯͔͖͐̉ͅl̵̮̺̒̿́́͝b̴̳̈́̀̔̕͜ú̵̬̗͖̮͇̀̔̉͂̓d̵̛̺̖̺̳̄̒̋͌ ̷̪̓̐́̿̉̀Ć̴̩͇͕͖̠͕̺̈́͋̎͝ọ̴̹̓̓͑r̵̦͚̭̙͓̟͂p̸͖̳̳̜͐</a></center><div id="m_titli">Introduction of the Same</div>
<div class="texti">In a world so dark creativity ceases to flow, all colors removed as conformity becomes the depression of existence in this box called Captaville. A sky so dark, it's a wonder how anyone could see anything at all.
A society of repetition, many unable to realize the consequences as it made its way into all facets of life. With one last chance at turning things around, it all came down to waking up just one soul from the underground.
A name unknown to many, surrounded by those willing to push him down, his own thoughts proceeded to conquer the energy of rebellion as the cities lights started to dwindle. A town so empty and lonely, all beauty dissipates by order of those in charge.
With evil entities ensuring the capsulation of those that uphold it, many never question this hierarchy as they believe it keeps them sustained. Life becoming harder as each day passes on, he starts to wonder the purpose of having thoughts when no one’s allowed to care.
Barely able to afford a hamwich from the local store, he's forced to work another day in the mines where they suck creativity from the realm's core, a job so bleak it drains passion from those that dig. His co-workers know him as Aspy, although he's not even allowed to wear a name tag.
A conversation about passion and hobbies goes un-noticed as the slave drivers hold the whip. The continuation of a nightmare he couldn't articulate into words without being forced to sit two weeks in the local jail.
Aspy wasn't always like this, he had dreams and aspirations, however they were sold to the new leader in order to pay off the mortgage on his cardboard house on the edge of town.
An imagination locked inside the box of society, unable to escape as anger and frustration started to take over.
All these thoughts would soon get tucked back in, as they aren't allowed in the city of Captaville. Run by a power so wicked the castle was painted pure black, no one had ever even seen the leader of this city the people sacrificed to maintain.
One day after work, Aspy was sitting on his patio sharpening the blades of his crea-tiv-miner 2000. He started to day-dream, forgetting the anxiety and depression even though it was a violation of law.
Looking around he saw nothing but drones partaking in the game show they called life. Unable to get over something he saw in the midst of this mindset, his thoughts started to wander to a place he wanted to call home.
Reality set back in for poor Aspy, as the local enforcers detected imagination near their location, charging over to him with a scissors in hand. Trying to deny the dreams as they cut away each piece of his thoughts, Aspy was stuffed into the prison with no ideas left to contemplate.
These enforcers thought of themselves as heroes, as they dictated the actions of those around them, upholding the very things their soul's despised in.
Aspy thought, "back to the plantation or mine, accepting whatever punishment I'll get for sparking up something unique inside my brain." Realizing he had been ratted out by detectors of Captaville, Aspy thought maybe it was time to finally give up on these things he had fantasized about.
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<center><a style="font-size:10px;cursor:not-allowed;color:#f0f0f0;" href="https://nagolbud.com/psyrus/" target="_blank">N̷̛̯̙̊̀́a̷̙̖̳̥͗g̶̺̜̮͚̭̮̱̈͛̄ó̶̯͔͖͐̉ͅl̵̮̺̒̿́́͝b̴̳̈́̀̔̕͜ú̵̬̗͖̮͇̀̔̉͂̓d̵̛̺̖̺̳̄̒̋͌ ̷̪̓̐́̿̉̀Ć̴̩͇͕͖̠͕̺̈́͋̎͝ọ̴̹̓̓͑r̵̦͚̭̙͓̟͂p̸͖̳̳̜͐</a></center><div id="m_titli">Darkness Expands Over Night</div>
<div class="texti">Days turned into weeks, churning into months and even years. Aspy had no calendar to actually track the time, each day disappearing with no choice but to let his mind go blank. Staring up at the blackness of the castle with each pass of his mining machine, unable to contort the thoughts he once had, like his brain and soul were handcuffed away from the very things he enjoyed.
With sensors and snitches all around him the choice to be free wasn't allowed. Limited by the bias of conformity he couldn't understand what creativity was really about, never seeing color a single time in his life.
This would all change one day on his walk home from work, a glimmer of something he had never seen before hiding amongst the darkness in the foundation of his ruler's fortress. Trying to snuff out the thoughts of what he saw in fear of what others would say, or perhaps another attack from the enforcers willing to throw him in a cage.
Each day on his way home from work Aspy would entertain a few seconds of this joy, learning how to turn off his imagination when passing by security or those who wished to sell him out for a promotion in the ranks of the system.
At night he would dream of exploring the object responsible for this invasion of his thought process while wrestling against the nightly powers trying to steal his energy to work the fields.
Before he was allowed to adventure any further, an announcement was made from the heights of the blackest tower. As his identification number was read, he was told he would have a new job starting tomorrow.
Installing the newest electronics on every street corner, from here on out, even in sleep the citizens of Captaville would have to devote their dreams to the work force elite.
As if Aspy had seen the future before it played out, without a chance to respond it was time to clock in for the erecting of new technologies around the city.
Surrounded by controllers watching his every move, hiding away the thoughts concerning what he had seen on that one day walking home.
Running the wires to a new device, he couldn't help but wonder what the consequences would be in this new age of deceit.
Looking back noticing each enforcer glaring upon his face, Aspy quickly realized he needed to hide these thoughts in deepest part of his brain.
As the construction came to an end, Aspy found himself sitting in front of a computer, monitoring the dreams of those around him. What many didn't know, their dreams were being harvested to run the mining and farming equipment throughout the night.
Even the subconscious was being harnessed to empower the evil that hovered over the city of Captaville streets. As Aspy had been promoted to this position he was allowed new clearance and a career working mostly alone.
Chosen by the rulers in hopes it would suppress his creativity for the remainder of his days. Being noticed as strong among the others, he was being used to suppress the imagination of the community where he lived.
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<center><a style="font-size:10px;cursor:not-allowed;color:#f0f0f0;" href="https://nagolbud.com/psyrus/" target="_blank">N̷̛̯̙̊̀́a̷̙̖̳̥͗g̶̺̜̮͚̭̮̱̈͛̄ó̶̯͔͖͐̉ͅl̵̮̺̒̿́́͝b̴̳̈́̀̔̕͜ú̵̬̗͖̮͇̀̔̉͂̓d̵̛̺̖̺̳̄̒̋͌ ̷̪̓̐́̿̉̀Ć̴̩͇͕͖̠͕̺̈́͋̎͝ọ̴̹̓̓͑r̵̦͚̭̙͓̟͂p̸͖̳̳̜͐</a></center><div id="m_titli">From the Shadows It Submerges</div>
<div class="texti">Punching buttons became the nightly routine, monitoring citizens to ensure they were being productive during his shift. Each dream being used to control machines continuing work all hours of the week. Production skyrocketed as local eyes revealed the exhaustion of everyone around him, the community becoming darker as Aspy saw how he was helping it manifest.
One night monitoring the local dream network he noticed something out of the corner of his eye, a screen flashing, detecting someone had broken the law. His job to record and report, becoming the very thing he hated, looking up the identification number realizing this imagination didn't have one to be located.
Aspy stood up from his chair, trying to find the source of these rogue thoughts invading his network, unable to see anything in the darkness of the night's air. He climbed down the ladder from his tower, checking around to see if he could find anything out of the ordinary.
As he walked around he noticed something different about the sky, as if something was shining out of the air, a strange glow revealing a brightness he had never seen before. Unable to decipher what it was, he contemplated waking up his boss to help him investigate.
Returning to his tower he saw someone punching buttons on his computer, yelling out for him to stop, the man turned his body revealing a cloak emitting the same type of light he had seen in the sky.
All different types of saturation and hue he had never encountered, stopping in his tracks peering upon this glow unable to decide what to do next.
The man in the tower looked over at Aspy, setting an object on his desk, light leaking a friendly wink as he jumped out the window into the night. Aspy took chase but the man had vanished into the darkness of the cities shadows, leaving him alone with a glow emitting from his tower.
With no choice but to inspect, as even his radio remained charging in the office, Aspy slowly climbed back up into his tower, wondering if anyone else had seen this display of legal neglect. Reaching the top rung of the ladder he peered over the edge to unveil the object sitting on his desk.
The very same thing he had seen years ago peeking out from the foot of his ruler's fortress was now laying idle in front of him. The shine reflecting off his pupils as he rekindled the memory like it happened just a day before. Unable to move, he sat there swirling in the intoxication of his first colors.
Hours passed as Aspy was mesmerized by something he couldn't define, unable to articulate how he could have been so blind. It wasn't until he heard the voices of enforcers waking up, as they begin their morning patrol approaching from behind the local barracks.
Aspy knew he needed to do something, whether report the incident and face punishment, or hide the object and face an eternity in the dungeon. As the footsteps grew louder and louder, Aspy jumped up into the tower, snatching the object ready to throw it down a back alley as he was running out of time. One last attempt to understand what he had witnessed, with seconds to spare he put it in his mouth and swallowed it down.
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<center><a style="font-size:10px;cursor:not-allowed;color:#f0f0f0;" href="https://nagolbud.com/psyrus/" target="_blank">N̷̛̯̙̊̀́a̷̙̖̳̥͗g̶̺̜̮͚̭̮̱̈͛̄ó̶̯͔͖͐̉ͅl̵̮̺̒̿́́͝b̴̳̈́̀̔̕͜ú̵̬̗͖̮͇̀̔̉͂̓d̵̛̺̖̺̳̄̒̋͌ ̷̪̓̐́̿̉̀Ć̴̩͇͕͖̠͕̺̈́͋̎͝ọ̴̹̓̓͑r̵̦͚̭̙͓̟͂p̸͖̳̳̜͐</a></center><div id="m_titli">Gift of the Unexplainable</div>
<div class="texti">As the guards walked by they looked up with a nod, continuing their daily patrol disappearing over the ridge. Clocking out Aspy hurried down the street hoping to escape detection by anyone around. Startled by the greetings of the dream tower supervisor, Aspy turned around with the look of fear and distrust. "Aspy!" his boss yelled, "I need to talk to you."
Unable to fathom the punishment he would receive if this secret was known, he took a deep breath and nodded along. "There were reports of some strange events last night; did you happen to see anything?"
Without hesitation Aspy looked him straight in the eyes and apologized, as he saw nothing unusual being so focused on the job at hand. "I had too much work last night to look up from my screen, maintaining the system is the only mission I choose to partake in." Aspy replied.
The supervisor nodded and pointed for Aspy to continue walking as he wondered off to interrogate each one of the dream tower operators. With a sigh of relief, Aspy made his way home, starting to feel sick to his stomach. Unable to decipher whether it be the lies he was telling or the glowing object he had foolishly devoured.
Little did Aspy know, this would be beginning of his adventure, a story told for years to come, where free will and destiny would meet at the crossroads. A society reliant on its self-inflicted abuse, just one breaking out would threaten the reigns darkness had over the entire realm.
Just one imagination could threaten the entire hold evil had over Captaville, Aspy having no idea he had done exactly what was necessary. Walking home praying to avoid detection, Aspy started to realize his thoughts were materializing into something different. As if he had found a way to remain hidden from those that wished to do him harm, someone or something, was protecting him.
Not a single imagination alarm would sound, not one enforcer could see the change Aspy experienced when compared to the others. The look of confusion hidden from his face as to not stir the pot he was hiding from. Locking the door behind him, he sat down on his favorite cardboard chair, staring out the window up at the blackness wondering what to do next.
Growing tired his eyes started to betray him, slowly closing as he needed some rest. It wouldn't be until the next day at work, Aspy would realize the doing of dreams, free of constraints in the manifestation of his first real emotions.
Waking up to the sound of the work alarm, Aspy prepared for another long night as a dream tower operator. Thinking he had been relieved of any punishments, his shift would be filled with the unexpected consequences of actions unconcerned with the thoughts of those he was surrounded by.
Walking up to his tower about to climb the ladder, when the supervisor screamed at him from across the yard, "ASPY! Keep your eyes open tonight, we had an attack on one of the towers after you left yesterday, the enforcers were unable to detect who was responsible." Hiding the shock he felt inside, Aspy nodded graciously as he slid up the ladder to his desk inside.
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<center><a style="font-size:10px;cursor:not-allowed;color:#f0f0f0;" href="https://nagolbud.com/psyrus/" target="_blank">N̷̛̯̙̊̀́a̷̙̖̳̥͗g̶̺̜̮͚̭̮̱̈͛̄ó̶̯͔͖͐̉ͅl̵̮̺̒̿́́͝b̴̳̈́̀̔̕͜ú̵̬̗͖̮͇̀̔̉͂̓d̵̛̺̖̺̳̄̒̋͌ ̷̪̓̐́̿̉̀Ć̴̩͇͕͖̠͕̺̈́͋̎͝ọ̴̹̓̓͑r̵̦͚̭̙͓̟͂p̸͖̳̳̜͐</a></center><div id="m_titli">Camouflaged by Re-Creativity</div>
<div class="texti">For the first few hours Aspy stared at his monitor, unsure what to expect as he watched the collection of energy from the dreams of his neighbors. After a while he noticed another breach in the network as another untraceable imagination had snuck into the system.
This time however, as the numbers scrambled and scanned, his screen would reveal his very own identification responsible for the exposure. As fast as the alert had popped up, it disappeared as an undetectable wave of 0's and 1's.
Forced to restart the machine, Aspy's eyebrows raised as he saw the reflection of his eye in the blackness of the screen.
One of his eyes revealed the same rainbow of colors he had seen the other night in the sky, blinking multiple times as he stared unable to figure out what it was.
Wondering how his boss didn't notice, let alone the enforcers or detectors, he started to fear he had made a terrible decision.
Quickly rushing over to his radio, waking up the dream tower supervisor. Telling him a breach had happened but it disappeared within seconds forcing him to restart the machine.
To his relief, the boss didn't seem to notice the change in Aspy as he explained the situation. The supervisor restarted the machine again and configured a few settings as Aspy stood staring at himself in the window's mirror.
Seeing this reality play out, his thoughts started to fortify, perhaps the others couldn't see what he was experiencing after all.
Maybe the man from the other night had done something to the code, or maybe it was the object he had swallowed; only time would tell as our adventure is just getting started.
The supervisor thanked Aspy for his reliable work, and told him to alert on any new updates throughout the shift. Another night of watching dreams get absorbed for the greatness of Captaville's leader.
Trying to unravel the strangeness of the last few days, Aspy sat experiencing all the internal chaos vocalize.
The night played out as any other, normal citizens doing their dream work, grasping at straws he had no conclusion as to what was happening within.
As his shift was coming to an end, another alert popped up on screen, however this time he was met with a glimpse of deja vu. A dream played out that he had seen before, unable to pinpoint exactly where from.
As he watched it on repeat, trying to decode the meaning behind what he was seeing, disappearing as quickly as it had arrived on screen.
Aspy tried to trace it, typing as fast as he could, yet it was gone and not a single identification marker was to be found.
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<center>[[Back->Gift of the Unexplainable]] <- [[Menu->Aspy: Escape From Society]] -> [[Next->Sharing Among the Uncaring]]</center>
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<center><a style="font-size:10px;cursor:not-allowed;color:#f0f0f0;" href="https://nagolbud.com/psyrus/" target="_blank">N̷̛̯̙̊̀́a̷̙̖̳̥͗g̶̺̜̮͚̭̮̱̈͛̄ó̶̯͔͖͐̉ͅl̵̮̺̒̿́́͝b̴̳̈́̀̔̕͜ú̵̬̗͖̮͇̀̔̉͂̓d̵̛̺̖̺̳̄̒̋͌ ̷̪̓̐́̿̉̀Ć̴̩͇͕͖̠͕̺̈́͋̎͝ọ̴̹̓̓͑r̵̦͚̭̙͓̟͂p̸͖̳̳̜͐</a></center><div id="m_titli">Sharing Among the Uncaring</div>
<div class="texti">Unsure where to turn, or who to talk to, if anyone could even be trusted, Aspy had a few so called friends he had shared experiences with throughout the years. Perhaps they would be open and empathetic to his situation if only he could trust them not to reveal the scenario to those in power. It was worth a try he thought, as perhaps they might join him in his quest for the truth behind the curtain.
Aspy created a plan to reveal what he had learned, in a way he could monitor what they would think about in his night shift working the dream tower. So, one evening before his shift started, he called together a few of his friends in an attempt to disclose the reality he had been living. Careful not to indulge in all the details, Aspy only talked about things that left him without blame. Nodding along to his story they didn't seem to personalize the concepts of pigmentation that had captivated Aspy just a few weeks ago.
They had no way to understand hue and saturation without visualization as he tried to come up with a way to showcase what he had seen. Aspy thought, "there must be a way to fortify the illusion of what it meant to imagine, to create something inside their own conscious ideas."
Unable to break through with words as they fell on closed ears, he needed a new plan if he were to awaken his community ahead of the darkness overwhelming them all.
Before Aspy could speak another word, his friends disclosed they needed to go home and prepare for another day of work. This conversation would have to wait until they had some free time that only came once a year. To those unfamiliar with Captaville, weekends weren't a word in their vocabulary, as the work week consisted of 51 consecutives a year. Aspy knew his efforts were in vain, and this reality would play out on his dream scanner that very night on the job's scene.
Thanking them all for listening to his story, Aspy already knew something bad would come of his attempt to share the obscene. Imagination was rejected, as color was unknown, for the reality is, he only understood when he saw it himself. His love for not only his friends, but community, would be the driving force that would make Aspy wake up to what he had seen. Was it a dream, delusion, or his definition of creativity in the face of the cities supreme darkness.
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<center>[[Back->Camouflaged by Re-Creativity]] <- [[Menu->Aspy: Escape From Society]] -> [[Next->Reality of the Unreal]]</center>
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<center><a style="font-size:10px;cursor:not-allowed;color:#f0f0f0;" href="https://nagolbud.com/psyrus/" target="_blank">N̷̛̯̙̊̀́a̷̙̖̳̥͗g̶̺̜̮͚̭̮̱̈͛̄ó̶̯͔͖͐̉ͅl̵̮̺̒̿́́͝b̴̳̈́̀̔̕͜ú̵̬̗͖̮͇̀̔̉͂̓d̵̛̺̖̺̳̄̒̋͌ ̷̪̓̐́̿̉̀Ć̴̩͇͕͖̠͕̺̈́͋̎͝ọ̴̹̓̓͑r̵̦͚̭̙͓̟͂p̸͖̳̳̜͐</a></center><div id="m_titli">Reality of the Unreal</div>
<div class="texti">Aspy cautiously approached his tower that night, wondering if anyone had told on him from the previous conversation with those he trusted most.
To his surprise, it was like any other work shift, alone in his tower he peeked in on his friend’s dreams to verify the distrust.
Within the comfort of safety awakened a fear, as he realized each night every mind was being purged clear.
Not only were they harvesting dream power, but each night they wired the brain to the repetitive response of what they were thinking yesteryear.
All imagination and creativity, every idea, was reset and repaired. Everything he had told them was erased without a second thought.
All powered by the very machine he was monitoring, the conscious well-being carved out to ensure that the evil was empowered in every mind throughout the city.
It was then that another anomaly was detected, alerts popped up all over his screen. The same video he had witnessed the other night was now being played a thousand times over across his monitor and machine.
The same events he had verified on that night weeks ago, were being replayed not only in his dreams but the device he was responsible for.
Aspy's imagination had been the deja vu, for the destruction of the tower, as he sat their contemplating this ridiculous concept he had no power left in his soul.
This would mean an eternity in the cage if anyone found out what he was doing behind the dream's action scenes.
The cities darkness started to encroach on his tower; Aspy closed his eyes and tried to imagine a world of the very things he had been cheated of.
How could he expose the community to the joy it had brought him, the thoughts that turned his depression and anxiety into hopes and actions.
The fear of eternal enslavement was almost too much to bear amidst the inspiration of imagination and creativity that could overwhelm it all.
The decision to withstand his anger and frustration while replacing it with something that could be used to build had been laid directly in his hands.
That night after work Aspy couldn't sleep, knowing his dreams might be harnessed for destruction in the wake of his realizations.
Rocking back and forth in his cardboard hammock he contemplated all aspects, all consequences of his coming decisions.
Once again his eyes betrayed him as they collapsed into exhaustion, wishing he could do something to make a difference to those he cared about in a town that hated him.
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<center>[[Back->Sharing Among the Uncaring]] <- [[Menu->Aspy: Escape From Society]] -> [[Next->Conformity of the Consciousness]]</center>
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<center><a style="font-size:10px;cursor:not-allowed;color:#f0f0f0;" href="https://nagolbud.com/psyrus/" target="_blank">N̷̛̯̙̊̀́a̷̙̖̳̥͗g̶̺̜̮͚̭̮̱̈͛̄ó̶̯͔͖͐̉ͅl̵̮̺̒̿́́͝b̴̳̈́̀̔̕͜ú̵̬̗͖̮͇̀̔̉͂̓d̵̛̺̖̺̳̄̒̋͌ ̷̪̓̐́̿̉̀Ć̴̩͇͕͖̠͕̺̈́͋̎͝ọ̴̹̓̓͑r̵̦͚̭̙͓̟͂p̸͖̳̳̜͐</a></center><div id="m_titli">Conformity of the Consciousness</div>
<div class="texti">Over the coming months Aspy remained anonymous, hiding everything he had witnessed while trying to learn about his new abilities. Many close encounters reminded him of the need to stay hidden until the time was right.
If he was caught now, it might be the end of not only him, but the community he cared so deeply about. Not wanting his friends to take the blame for his dreams, he manufactured ways to go un-detected.
Revealing only part of his creativity in an attempt to remain hidden so those that chose the system could never see it.
His heart would be tested as the months played on, each attempt to awaken a friend or neighbor would float away in the wind.
Every night he witnessed their thoughts get absorbed by the machines he was monitoring, never given a chance to think outside the box, Aspy's compassion started to melt.
Although anger and frustration can lead to destruction, in our story that's exactly what Captaville would need in this situation.
His actions seemed to go unrealized, as the evil was always one step ahead of Aspy's advances to help. His ideas seemed to manifest a day or two late, never able to materialize the wisdom needed to break his city on the process of repeat. Trying to hold down his dreams each night, hoping that destruction wasn't the only answer.
It wouldn't be until Aspy finally had his day off that came once a year, walking home from the local store enjoying his hamwich meal. He witnessed a friend being handcuffed and stuffed in an enforcer's car, his crime, day-dreaming without permission. A violation that meant several days in the dungeon, Aspy's emotions started to foment unable to contain it anymore.
Before he realized what had happened he was in a fight with two enforcers, closing his eyes he swung without contemplation. As the alarm sounded the local security team swarmed his location, Aspy was arrested and thrown in the cage with the one he tried to save.
To his surprise, his friend didn't thank Aspy, rather he was mad that this attempt at rescue would be met with more punishment as attacking an enforcer could mean cognitive evaporation. His friend decided to reveal Aspy's strange actions as of late, in hopes of lowering his own punishment, which would result in the scanning of every file in Aspy's dream tower computer.
This would lead to Aspy being charged with the destruction of the first tower and plans to challenge the system, which would end in him being sent to a trial in front of the cities leader.
As Aspy lay in his cell several days later, contemplating everything that happened he started to get mad, a feeling of emotion he had never experienced so deeply since that day he got in a fight.
Unable to do anything from the dungeon, his angered exhaustion forced him into a slumber. Drifting away he found himself in a world of color, a manifestation of the dreams he wished would play out in real life, not a care in the world as he knew he would receive punishment either way.
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<center>[[Back->Reality of the Unreal]] <- [[Menu->Aspy: Escape From Society]] -> [[Next->Escalation of the Imagination]]</center>
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<center><a style="font-size:10px;cursor:not-allowed;color:#f0f0f0;" href="https://nagolbud.com/psyrus/" target="_blank">N̷̛̯̙̊̀́a̷̙̖̳̥͗g̶̺̜̮͚̭̮̱̈͛̄ó̶̯͔͖͐̉ͅl̵̮̺̒̿́́͝b̴̳̈́̀̔̕͜ú̵̬̗͖̮͇̀̔̉͂̓d̵̛̺̖̺̳̄̒̋͌ ̷̪̓̐́̿̉̀Ć̴̩͇͕͖̠͕̺̈́͋̎͝ọ̴̹̓̓͑r̵̦͚̭̙͓̟͂p̸͖̳̳̜͐</a></center><div id="m_titli">Escalation of the Imagination</div>
<div class="texti">As Aspy ran through a world of joy, making his way out of a forest of colors, overlooking the city he knew all too well.
Peering into the darkness he saw the very machine that was sucking the thoughts from all his friends and neighbors.
The machine he had helped build, the machine he helped run, the machine that needed to be halted. In this world he had the power to change it all, and this time he wouldn't hesitate to attempt the greatest attack on the system's control.
Leaping into the air as he charged down the mountain of his creation with nothing more than a scissors and a few rocks in his bag, taking out each enforcer that stood in his way. Cutting the cables and smashing each mechanical dream eater trying to hold him back.
As the city was engulfed in smoke, Aspy sat on the balcony of his cardboard house, glowing with color it was the only light left as darkness fought the shine on every street.
To his surprise, this very dream would be manifested reality in the moments to come.
Waking up to the sound of yelling guards, Aspy stood up coughing from the fog entering the dungeon from every barred window. As he looked out he saw this wasn't a dream at all, rather the destruction he loved to loath, as enforcers and technicians were running through the city in the chaos manifested.
Each resident of Captaville standing outside their home, wondering what was happening in their city of manipulation.
For the first time the leader would be revealed, as he approached Aspy's cage looking down starring with vacant eyes and a beard, holding a piece of paper that revealed Aspy was responsible with his identification and dreams being the culprit.
A public trial would be held, in honor of Aspy's attempt to destroy the system so many relied upon. He would be turned into the villain of the very city he set out to save.
The evil in the face of good, a world where even the residents would despise the actions of anyone who dare confront the darkness that was keeping them afloat.
As the citizens of Captaville sided with the leader, they cheered and clapped as Aspy was thrown on stage. Handcuffed and alone, for the first time Aspy felt real sadness and pain as water fell from his eyes.
"If only they could see the joy that color and imagination had brought me" he thought, wishing there was a way to change the outcome of his creative obstructions.
As the leader of Captaville demanded compliance, a technological feat was wheeled out in front of the crowd. This device would wipe clean even the strongest imagination, resulting in the zombification of the citizen's brain.
Aspy remained imprisoned on stage, the people cheered for the reset as to not disturb the town's love of conformity in the face of change.
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<center>[[Back->Conformity of the Consciousness]] <- [[Menu->Aspy: Escape From Society]] -> [[Next->Escaping the Ruse of Normality]]</center>
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<center><a style="font-size:10px;cursor:not-allowed;color:#f0f0f0;" href="https://nagolbud.com/psyrus/" target="_blank">N̷̛̯̙̊̀́a̷̙̖̳̥͗g̶̺̜̮͚̭̮̱̈͛̄ó̶̯͔͖͐̉ͅl̵̮̺̒̿́́͝b̴̳̈́̀̔̕͜ú̵̬̗͖̮͇̀̔̉͂̓d̵̛̺̖̺̳̄̒̋͌ ̷̪̓̐́̿̉̀Ć̴̩͇͕͖̠͕̺̈́͋̎͝ọ̴̹̓̓͑r̵̦͚̭̙͓̟͂p̸͖̳̳̜͐</a></center><div id="m_titli">Escaping the Ruse of Normality</div>
<div class="texti">As the technicians attached the probes to Aspy, he stared out on the people of Captaville, praying for a miracle as to not lose the only thing that had brought him relief. With one last look upon the leader's calculated cold eyes, Aspy bowed his head to the floor awaiting his reset back to the normalization phase.
Unknown to Aspy, there was already a plan in action. The man that had visited his tower all those years before was watching in disguise from inside the crowd, waiting for the perfect moment to release a barrage of color upon all those that wished to do Aspy harm.
The leader raised his arm in preparation, the crowd squealing and hollering, a final tear fell from the eyes of Aspy revealing the struggle he had tried to overcome. A second before the reset would be finalized, colorbangs started to flash all over the city.
A rainbow of hue and saturation blinded even the darkest soul as the crowd fell silent holding their eyes. The leader was thrown off the stage as it overpowered his falsified prowess, the man revealed himself from the crowd as he ran up to join the prisoner. Taking out the enforcers and technicians he un-cuffed Aspy and pulled him out of sight.
From his knees the leader let out a shout to all those of Captaville, whoever brought him Aspy would be rewarded with riches of the highest amount.
Aspy guided by this mysterious man, making their way through the shadows of each street avoiding detection as the citizen's scrambled to find any trace to redeem their profits.
Unsure whether he was dreaming or in reality, Aspy followed in an attempt to avoid the pain. Making their way to the edge of the city, perfectly dodging all evil as if this plan had been years in the making.
Coming to a ladder hidden behind the fortress of darkness, they started climbing up. Aspy was confused yet relieved that he had escaped the presence of the leader and his zombification process.
Before he could reach the top however, something grabbed ahold of his leg pulling him down. It was the supreme enforcer, one of the strongest in the army of those that protected the darkness. The relief Aspy had felt was short lived by this final attempt to hold him down.
This time would be different though, as Aspy was starting to realize the true nature of his power. His eye started to glow, his hand transformed into a shield; he let out a battle cry that could be heard through each street of the city of Captaville.
Over powering the supreme enforcer as he fell to the ground, Aspy staring him in the eyes as he looked down. "Never again will you suffocate my dreams or imagination, and one day, I'll be back to free them all," disappearing into the blackness as he climbed up the ladder.
Little did Aspy know this was just one of the millions of boxes where a society was controlled.
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<center><a style="font-size:10px;cursor:not-allowed;color:#f0f0f0;" href="https://nagolbud.com/psyrus/" target="_blank">N̷̛̯̙̊̀́a̷̙̖̳̥͗g̶̺̜̮͚̭̮̱̈͛̄ó̶̯͔͖͐̉ͅl̵̮̺̒̿́́͝b̴̳̈́̀̔̕͜ú̵̬̗͖̮͇̀̔̉͂̓d̵̛̺̖̺̳̄̒̋͌ ̷̪̓̐́̿̉̀Ć̴̩͇͕͖̠͕̺̈́͋̎͝ọ̴̹̓̓͑r̵̦͚̭̙͓̟͂p̸͖̳̳̜͐</a></center><div id="m_titli">Personalization of the Unknown</div>
<div class="texti">Aspy would turn out to be quite lucky, as his society was the very first in the line of millions of boxes across a valley of terrifying compilations.
The man of mystery greeted Aspy at the top, climbing out from the world of black and white surrounded by new sensations and vibes.
Musical notes tickled Aspy's ears as they flew by chasing giant birds with multiple eyes. The glow of something warm and heavenly greeted his face in the attempt to awaken a soul to something it had never felt before.
Overwhelmed by saturation and sounds he couldn't have fathomed even existed outside the realm of darkness. Aspy knew his mission was just getting started, wanting to learn about this new place he had seen in his dreams so many decades ago.
Just as quickly as the man had arrived the first time, he nodded at Aspy and disappeared into the colors. Left to his own exploration, Aspy started to embrace this adventure regardless if it was just his imagination.
Making his way up a nearby hill, he over looked the valley that still seemed to contain this evil. "All those boxes must contain a civilization being held down by evil leaders trying to harness the citizen's powers," he thought.
Aspy was in no shape to try to free them, as he was just one in the face of an army that despised creativity and freedom. His inability to wake up his own town of Captaville proved he wasn't strong enough to challenge them, until perhaps he learned to embrace all of his powers.
Maybe that's a story for another day, as more important things are yet to come. You see, this story might end in perceived failure, yet Aspy grows stronger with the help of each exile or outsider.
Creativity harnessed represents the impact Aspy has had, in this day and age sometimes a little love is all someone needs to continue the reality at hand. As Aspy fell down in a field of colors, exhausted, he looked up at the sky to see the mixed hues of grass and flowers.
For the first time in his life, he experienced the happiness of a smile, tears from joy rather than sadness and depression. He felt a calling deep inside that made him want to continue the journey, even if it meant there would be a range of emotions that he couldn't control.
One last look at the new world he was in, as he closed his eyes to get some much needed sleep...
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<div style="font-size:22px;text-align:center;">To Be Continued…</div>
<center>[[Back->Escaping the Ruse of Normality]] <- [[Menu->Aspy: Escape From Society]] -> [[Next->Dedicated To Creativity]]</center>
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<center><a style="font-size:10px;cursor:not-allowed;color:#f0f0f0;" href="https://nagolbud.com/psyrus/" target="_blank">N̷̛̯̙̊̀́a̷̙̖̳̥͗g̶̺̜̮͚̭̮̱̈͛̄ó̶̯͔͖͐̉ͅl̵̮̺̒̿́́͝b̴̳̈́̀̔̕͜ú̵̬̗͖̮͇̀̔̉͂̓d̵̛̺̖̺̳̄̒̋͌ ̷̪̓̐́̿̉̀Ć̴̩͇͕͖̠͕̺̈́͋̎͝ọ̴̹̓̓͑r̵̦͚̭̙͓̟͂p̸͖̳̳̜͐</a></center><div id="m_titli">Dedicated To Creativity</div>
<div style="font-size:22px;text-align:center;">Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.
John 3:3
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
John 3:16
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<div id="m_titli"><a href="https://nagolbud.com/adventures-of-aspy/" target="_blank">Aspy</a></div>
<div id="m_subtitli"><a href="https://nagolbud.com/adventures-of-aspy/" target="_blank">Escape From Society</a></div>
<div class="m_texti">In a world so dark creativity ceases to flow, all colors removed as conformity becomes the depression of existence in this box called Captaville. A sky so dark, it's a wonder how anyone could see anything at all.
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