Nothingness. (all)

[Trash]

"When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at into you"

- Friedrich Nietzche.

Trash sits in the ruins of the starmaker arena, surrounded by vivid images of years gone by. From the arrival of the last few Ring Wars vets, to the young stars picking things up and then packing their bags, Trash has seen it all.

Now it stands empty. It doesn't matter that there is no arena, for it is not the arena that makes a company, but the people inside that arena.

Trash stands up, looking at the camera filming him and begins to talk.

Trash : "Is this it? Is it exit stage right, the final curtain, the end of the show? Has more than a decade passed on, leaving the sports I love in the abyss of time? Is there no new blood to replace that which was lost?

Or maybe this entire place is a figment of my imagination. Maybe I have been playing with my own thoughts all this time. Perhaps every promo I cut had only been heard by my very own thoughts, never once contacting another living soul.

Maybe these scares on me are superficial, not really there...

Then again, if it is all my imagination, then maybe things aren't as bad as I thought.
Maybe we can still stand...stand, and continue to do what we love because if you are all just figments of my imagination, then maybe I can rebuild the sport that I love?

Or perhaps it is as hopeless as it seems...everyone has moved away, leaving me behind, like an old relic, swallowed by nothingness, swallowed by the abyss.

Maybe this place is empty because I myself am empty.

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

Trash feels a hand on his shoulder...but is it just his imagination or the start of something new?

TBC BY ? ? ?


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