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Well, hullo there. You have reached the friends-locked journal of yet another amusingly immature person who thinks the world is out to get her. May I direct your attention to this other journal, which I have left public for your delectation?

Anyway, as this is a personal journal, requiring a personal profile, let me say a few things about myself.

Call me Quavi. I’m a twenty-year-old university student taking up Socio-Anthro and Econ, even though my heart is actually more oriented towards metaphysics, psychology, and creative writing. I live only to write, and my one hope is to finally distill something original and relevant from this morass of raw information that is modern society.

My pet universe is the ExtenDir. I have been working on it since my first story in FictionPress.com “Our Final Prayer for Dust.” That story is now discontinued until further notice, but it did sow the seeds for what is now essentially a flat world containing seven mega-cities, each around the size of India. The main conceit of the setting is that everything is controlled by a three-billion-year-old personal God named Slaughter, who makes his presence known by annihilating the human race every 1,048,576 years. What kinds of societies and mythologies would be created given this, and how would they attempt to explain this God, who most definitely exists but is actually malevolent? What would be considered a sin, and how could people learn to hope?

And no, the band of unlikely but loveable adventurers doesn’t get to kill Lord Slaughter in the end, but thanks for asking.

The entirety of the ExtenDir is actually an extended metaphor for… Um. I won’t tell you what now, because it would preempt everything, but well, yes. It is. Just one metaphor. For one thing. A metaphor that I’m willing to spend my whole life working on.

And uh, Maybe you won’t believe me, but I don’t usually sound that pompous. ^^;

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