I aimed to create a story that displayed the start of my understanding of the world. At 15, I found my love for writing and philosophy. Not many stories were as deep as they could be. So I buried nose into theological essays. Friedrich Nietzsche was my first study – “Thus Spoke Zarathustra” – a story about a man who found solace in solitude until he felt the need to share his joy with humanity, but to his surprise when he’s finally united with them, they reject his phiolosophy and profess their love for God.
But it is the same with man as with the tree. The more he seeks to rise into the height and light, the more vigorously do his roots struggle earthword, downword, into the dark, the deep – into evil.
When you’re young, curisosity is at it’s peek. Needless to say, it was from philosophers like Nietzsche that I first experienced opinions against the greater God of man. Being from a small insignificant town in North Carolina, the perspective was rather foreign to me. Still their stories were worth the exploration. To the people who “hate” God – how did their world begin?
This is where I found the start of my story.
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Please keep in mind that this is the original script that I scribbled down when I was much younger. The final comic issue has matured in absurdity as much as I have. Some things you may need to know before reading this excerpt:
Azazel, the main character, has fallen much like Alice down a hole into this strange world. He’s at the start of all creation.
The Preadamites are historically thought to be creatures that existed before the biblical Adam. Because of this sin against God they were eventually wiped from the earth.
You’re witnessing the first “society” and how they sought to add meaning to their godless life. Peep how ego roams their earth much like ours.
INT. HAND-MADE CABIN - NIGHT
Inside the small cabin, people are gathered around a table having a discussion.
As Azazel and the creature enters the bar, their discussion stops. They seem to be everything but happy at this interruption. Azazel recognizes the much younger Saint who doesn't seem to recognize him.
Once Azazel is directed to a seat and the creature sits right beside him, they continue in on their conversation.
THE IDIOT “So, like I was saying... he should have blue eyes and blonde hair…”
Before he could even finish his thought, others chime in.
OTHER ONE “No. I disagree. No.”
OTHER TWO “Why no?”
OTHER THREE “Does it matter?”
OTHER TWO “Of course, it matters.”
OTHER ONE “No it doesn't.”
Saint, now annoyed with where their train of thought was going, added in his thoughts on the subject.
SAINT “His appearance doesn't matter as long as he lives his purpose will be served. We need to...
THE PREADAMITE “Who's purpose?”
They're silent, hesitant to tell the truth and surprised that he cares. Finally, someone speaks up.
THE IDIOT “We've created…”
OTHER ONE “No, let me address this.” OTHER TWO “We shouldn't be telling him this.”
OTHER THREE “Do we have a choice? He…”
Saint guides the conversation to a sane answer.
SAINT “Lets face it: life is meaningless. We have no purpose. There is no purpose. It's all too depressing.”
OTHER THREE “So, we've decided…”
OTHER ONE “No, y'all have decided. I'm indifferent really.”
THE IDIOT “We did exactly what you suggested. We put our brains together and made a solution to our very evident problem.”
The room falls silent. The people were expecting a response to their answer while the creature waits for a better explanation. Azazel continues to remain silent throughout this conversation to avoid conflict.
SAINT “We've made a model to follow. A model to rule. Someone to help guide us in the meaningless journey of life by giving life meaning.”
Silence remains.
SAINT “This is something that is needed. We had a huge problem: no purpose, no guidance, nothing to elude to, so we've made someone to give us those things.”
THE PREADAMITE “You've made a god?”
THE IDIOT “Well, yes, so you understand?”
THE PREADAMITE “You've created something, someone, to give you a purpose. Is that what you're saying?”
THE IDIOT “Yes.”
THE PREADAMITE “Well, continue.”
SAINT “Like I was saying... appearance doesn't matter. His character does…”
OTHER THREE “Character?”
SAINT “His rules, beliefs, what he wants us to abide by.”
OTHER TWO “Why?”
THE PREADAMITE “So that you can have control over other generations.”
SAINT “Well, yes in a way, we're trying to solve a generational problem. We need this character to last.”
The creature snickers at this response.
THE PREADAMITE “A generational problem. Well you geniuses. You've created a god that will guide you in this meaningless life and then go on to control all other generations. It seems as if by the day you get smarter. So what does it take to enact this dream?”
Their excitement is evident.
THE IDIOT “Well, starting now, with everyone in this room, we will have to deny our truth and believe in his existence. Also, forget that this conversation ever happened... all in favor say I.”
All said I except for one naysayer.
AZAZEL “You people are idiots. Do you know what you've just created. I know the man you speak of. Trust me, you don't want to speak him into existence. I mean the future that you speak of is haunted. Trust me, I'm from there. You don't want this.” Everyone fell silent.
THE IDIOT “You speak ill of our god! Take him to be with the others.”
The creature picks Azazel up and yanks him out of the cabin.
EXT. HAND-MADE CABIN - CONTINUOUS
He drags him towards an old well. Azazel protests.
AZAZEL “Please don't do this. You agree with me I know you do.”
THE PREADAMITE “I do kid. It's just that agreeing with you doesn’t really benefit me.”
While being sincere, he drops him down into an old well.
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