YHtBtR: The Novellization

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Note 1 - This is based of of Mazapan's game "You Have to Burn the Rope."
Note 2 - Any literary pompousness or undue depth to be found within the following text is utterly intentional. Play the game to understand how epic it is.
Note 3 - This is only labeled "fiction" because of several factual embellishments found in the original game; the story is, in essence, true to real life.

You Have to Burn the Rope:
The Novelization

The Artist: Burk

The Hallway

A hallway.
The floor was rough. It stared upward with a burning look, that dark, primordial knowledge that one is being watched, pierced from some unknown angle by impossible eyes. Hewn stone gazed inward from all around. The rigid and dank cloud in the Hero's mind, so much an ironic beast to him, would not rise, would not dissipate; even as his mind drifted in and out of lucidity, he laughed to himself in a fleeting dream of conscious review: my own clouds I have hewn in twain, and yet this one, newly wrought, deigns to pass over my mind as an infinite labyrinth?
The fall had done much for the unseen lord of the persistent reverie.
Moments later, centuries all told by the measuring of the soul, light found purchase, and at the Hero's first thought the great irony was redoubled, which itself seemed flung from an ancient past. A labyrinth indeed did meet his trained orbs of sight. A labyrinth of doubt. A dark maze of strength and depth and legend. Mass beyond measure, history beyond knowing.
A hallway.
Exploratory steps told the Hero that no slippery trap-smith had willed the place be. No trickery was to be found here, only soul and mind and clouds of misjudgment. He had defeated the fall, and thus it was that the challenge of the hallway was turned down. No longer could is besiege him with its self-wrought lies; little more than comedy they had to offer he that knew victory in the falling dream, the concussion of self and soul. And so it was.

Grins and Lies

But a whiff of the permeating stench of forgotten candles paved a new path of mind for the Hero. Close ahead was no hallway, but a remnant of the land above. Images of banquets and the like fleeted through his mind, but he paid little heed. Determination to forge ahead pulled his axes free of their magic womb of unseen light, the Hero aware that their bloody use was foretold by the odorous lies of memory.
An inch of a step, and a sudden cataclysm. The space had grown wide and tall, and the hallway was out of reach; a portal of stone had slammed down such that the world shook and the soul was besieged. That of the Hero, however, remained stout. He made his rush, toward glory or doom or the hand of fate.
The shape was predetermined in the fire-lit cavern by instinct alone. The axes plunged.
Only dust and bubbles came in deadly return.
The Hero made several fateful leaps as to escape the furious, grinning assailant, but alas, he could not. The bubbles came. His skull met the wall. Run he did; might had no place here.
He spied the beacon. He saw his life hanging in time as for it; it surely was hung far above only for this, only for now.
Skill took over. A torch but appeared in the Hero’s arm. Leaps and ledges placed him effortlessly.
The blow was struck.
The rope frayed and melted as madly as ice on a desert stone. Legend became an action; the Hero had burned the rope, and thus the rope was burned. The crystalline beacon dropped with deliberate grace. The colossus fell in a cloud of lies, of his own sins.
The Hero had bested the soul of darkness.
The world and all peoples were safe.
© 2008 - 2020 TheOneWhoObserved
This is my fan-novellization of Mazapan's game entitled "You Have to Burn the Rope." This particular game has such an amazingly epic story that I just had to elaborate. Alot.

You really have to play the game to understand what I'm talking about. Go! Play it! It will only take you a minute or two.
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I LOVE U (◕◡◕)
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*gives you about a dozen internets, srsly*

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There are no words to describe the awesomeness of this.

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Thankyou sir for the favorite. You obviously know what literary fiction is!
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I must say, I am speechless o__o

Way to go, I am impressed. xD
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althechiStudent Digital Artist
This is the greatest, bar NONE, video game novelisation ever. XD
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Y thank you! I may rewrite it to be longer and just sliiightly less flamboyant
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Macon117Student Writer
Deepest and most philosophical concepts I have ever witnessed. Well done, sir!
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caleloganProfessional General Artist
"the Hero had burned the rope, and thus the rope was burned."

Even if the novelization has grammar flaws and such, this quote it captures the feel of the game.

Pricelessly Epic.
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Thanks. I might try to add some more sentences that make slightly more sense (and make it more redundant) to tie it together, heh
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TheOneWhoObservedHobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks! Also I'm an art major, I'm not allowed to take offense :O
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*Laughs hysterically*
Awesome. I'm amazed anyone could capture the sheer majesty of YHTBTR in words, yet here it is.

That game, and this story, are exactly why I love dadaism. No offense.
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Begging your pardon, but... precisely what was the nature of the foe the Hero found himself up against? Into what do the axes plunge? What is the "shape" that grins so horribly?

Or... is this terrible uncertainty the point?
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Don't worry, the details and the roundabout writing are BS. Play Mazapan's game, and you'll understand. :)
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Well, yes, I know. Actually, I'm not sure how much I would have noticed otherwise - but having played, I'm thinking, "Wait, where's the Grinning Colossus? That thing is terrifying."
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Your point is valid. The nameless hero's fear would not blind him from the Grinning Colossus' terrible and obvious features, but amplify them.....I may need to rewrite some.

Thanks for your input on the road to validating games as multimedia arts! >/lol
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That was a beautiful artistic re-enactment of what may possibly be the most epic game ever.
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Man, you turn game into art. Have you ever thought about doing this with the Quest for the Crown?
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Epic. Almost as good as the game.
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Hehe, thanks. I tried to capture the complex, philosophical nature of the game.
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*instant face desu*
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my keyboard is retarded. dsgj;dsjglksdjags
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lol thanks for reading
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