A Crimson Wisp explains his society.
Here I go, explaining my society. Oh, wait. You knew that already.
Hey, viewer. Guess you're in my mind. Weird, huh.
Actually, I fooled you. I wrote this on a piece of paper and posted it in the town hall where you could see it. Funny how gullible you are, isn't it.
Anyway, I wanted to tell you a bit about my world, because I don't think that you know that much about it. So, here goes.
It's full of Wisps like me. We're not all Crimson like I am: we come in lots of bright colors (but you knew that, didn't you).
As a whole, we're a pretty organized society, which we kind of have to be, because the world is really small. If we didn't work together, we wouldn't be able to properly manage the world.
Me, I'm kind of a heretic. I only work with everyone else enough to uphold the world. Otherwise, I stay away from them and everything else. But I'm not so much of a heretic that I don't talk to the Big Wisp Up In The Sky (who I call BWUITS, for short, which scandalizes everyone else) and ask him/her whether I've been good. Like who cares, but I don't know, I sort of feel like I need it.
Anyway, yeah, that's the Wisp World. We're pretty peaceful most of the time. I say "most of the time" because there was that thing where the Violet and Purple Wisps invaded our world, and we had to make peace with them. But you were the one who put them here, weren't you. Why do I keep forgetting who my target audience is.
The society's pretty fluffy and cheerful as societies go. Lots of parties, general happiness. I guess I'm a bit of a downer, which is why I stay away from them so I won't make them stare. I hate when they stare.
We have innate superpowers, but we don't use them much, largely due to the state of the world: peaceful, so no point, and tiny, so it would be dangerous to use them. Some want to, so we go to your world, in case you didn't know. It's bigger, so if we blow something up, no big deal. There it is.
Yeah, I don't think there's that much more that there is to say. Me, I want to go to sleep now, so I'll leave this for tomorrow. Maybe I'll add to it later. Probably not.
—Mal, to Kara
- Mal the Crimson Wisp
- This is my first story with an unreliable narrator.