Welcome to My World… - Frederick Charles Kreuger, "Freddy Vs. Jason"
Fear has always been something I operate in symbiosis with, even to degrees I was not prepared to deal with at times. Batman, Daredevil, horror films, the occult/ supernatural/ paranormal, name it I love it. Not just the topic but it's mastery or power over others. Some of the biggest strongest people I know refuse to watch some of the classics or modern films, simply over it having a ghost or demonic entity… I am not one of those people. I am skinny and tall and not very imposing, but I'll also watch some of the most disturbing media there is to see just to have the chance to expand my ideas of what my extremes are.
It all started I guess at my cousins home in my very young childhood, he would play Friday the 13th VHS tapes… wait… OK, see, VHS is this thing where a movie is played on a Cassette… wait… crap! OK backtrack a Cassette tape is this really big block with tape and… oh just Google it. Anyway, he loved this series… so much he got the game on classic Nintendo and played it almost daily. I, a coward like most 5 year Olds, watched my older and therefore cooler cousin go from the movie to his room to try to live the cinema. The game would make him a counselor, trying to save the innocent faceless kids on the pixelated screen from the murdering goalie in purple colored palette. The ability for me to mock this title when it used to make me have to watch it from my fingers that covered my face proves I'm not the same. That fear since has been my passion to indulge in and overcome ever since.. and sometimes has even bled into my work, where refusal to fail leads me into odd corners lately.
OFP has been extending vines as usual, biding its time patiently like the trees we adore. With meetings and more meetings, and a few I have had as a group and a couple solo, I'm being given hints at the direction of its future. I don't think I've ever heard a crypto project that is trying to do good, refer to themselves as "ride or die" for their cause until now. As a kid whose older siblings likened our crew as similar to the cast of the Furious sag, I could relate to that sentiment. We are making friends in anticipation of the upcoming big victories we hope to have, and with time I soberly hope to be able to give you a more inside look at how things work - or at least how work in them - with more detail. Up to now, I didn't feel the right to report on what isn't really my business, more so what I've witnessed. Soon I plan to have that business become as much my business as I can take, and share as much of what I learn with you from it as I'm able. I assure there's more from there from me coming, my dread of failure won't allow for anything less.
Writers Collective, remember them? I told you before I was trying to wander about NEAR, meet groups to let them know I and NxP exist. That urge to make allies threw an intriguing offer my way: a free-from fear focused free-for-all. Contestants submit a sample of their work to be critiqued and judged against all the others in the contest, and finalists would be asked to present their full tale to a metaverse based audience. This would be set in a campfire scenario where the speaker would tell it via a crypto avatar online, how new age horror cliche is that?! I loved it; it felt like the films I grew up on were calling me to throw my hat in the ring.
When I told my publishers about the idea they naturally shouted at me via text to jump at it, which I already sorta had before I told them. I mean how could I not? The idea for me to create engagement for NxP - by simply shelling out what my mind ingests and invents-, was low hanging fruit. Not that I would take it lightly; I had every intention of putting the full brunt of my faculty, even if it did play to my perceived strengths. After 3 solid hours, it was finished. A story that I felt as a nod to 3 factors, as far as inspiration. Lovecraft gave it scope, nothing hurts like existential dread and hopelessness. King was its soul, no one tells you the details like he can. The topic was me… which was heavily impacted by horror in general, darkness as a basis, and CreepyPasta all rolled into one blunt to my brain.
Metaverse DAO invitational turned out to like my sample, as much as my Publishers did too(they made a background track to an audio I made!). I checked in to find that I won… I… Ok. Sorry I'm still saying it out loud so I can believe that happened. I'm not used to winning things. I'm more the participation trophy type of entrant, and for the longest time I was comfortable with that. When I arrived into their metaverse I took the longest time trying to connect to speak. Unfortunately due to many reasons, I couldn't use my Metamask app to log in well enough to tell my tale. However, I in silence waited in a corner as the host spoke my words and awaited whatever reaction would come. In 14 minutes time waves of Lightning bolt, shocked faces, claps, and thumbs ups, I guess I got my answer. I was concerned that the subject was a bit too bleak to be appreciated. I was wrong.
All in all it went well… my taste of terror got me the chance to write for next months gathering. It likely won't be of the horror persuasion, so it'll make me think on my toes I suppose. Ideally I'll be able to tell my story with my own voice. Though now that I am on the subject, my publishing crew wanted to have me record the audio into a full creepy pasta rendition. Maybe I'll try to do that too… I thank the Writers Collective and Metaverse crews for letting me flex my brain a bit. It truly had been too long. Now FSC opened a channel in which writers can compose things and I offered to whip something up for them while I was around helping learn to moderate things on discord. Didn't I mention I was gonna be about the Oceans of NEAR? Guess I'll have to write a more in depth article on that subject the coming week then, won't I?
Oh the story? Don't worry, it's right next to this article… it's called "Entropy".