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Hey gentlemen (PERSONAL AUDIO MESSAGE BELOW)
I just wanted to take a moment to clarify the intent behind the "Echo Chamber Heartbreak" post right here.
The fan-fiction above was created not to glorify or endorse any toxic ideologies, but rather to serve as a form of stress relief, dark humor, and creative coping for those who might feel isolated, misunderstood, or just plain overwhelmed. Sometimes, putting difficult emotions into satirical or exaggerated fictional form can be a way to process frustration and pain, especially when dealing with issues like loneliness, rejection, or identity.
We all have different ways of coping. For some, it’s humor. For others, it’s storytelling. This was my way of mixing both—creating something that acknowledges the struggles while also giving us a way to laugh at the absurdity of how heavy it can all feel sometimes.
That said, if anything came across as offensive or hit too close to home, that was not the intention. This space should be safe for expression but also open to feedback and dialogue. If you saw yourself in one of those titles—know that you’re not alone, and that’s kind of the point.
Appreciate you all,
Carter...
Echo Chamber Heart Break
Awakening
Chapter 1 ( A New Beginning)
Shinobu Senusi was a man who did not need much explanation. Most people knew that he was a man who was very serious and austere. He spent most of his time training and building his Sacred Energy. This energy being the highest plateau of energy in Spirtworld.
As he sat meditation he sensed a rare power, something faint but he sensed it. With all of his senses and awareness intact he gathered his belongings and left his house to seek it out.
Emerson was a man who had sat and burned in the embers of his poverty. His crushed spirit oftentimes sat bathed in starlight. His blood ran cold at the thought of friendship. He was happy to live in grief and discontent. He was willing to endure a melancholy life.
These distinctive qualities are what made Emerson who he was. The life of the city did not appeal to him and there was constant gloom over everything that he tried to do. Day after day, he affectionately set out to change it, but he failed. His days ended much the same to where he would withdraw to seclusion just like the days before.
He also hated the gossip of the popular majority. He had spent much of his younger days in seclusion to that he thought that what really happened in life between people who were friends were simply treacherous deals and machinations. He realized that the so called “life” of pop culture was simply working on ignorant minds. That was were him and Sensui were just alike.
Emerson was not in any way dumb. He realized that Mankind universally governed by an innate passion to wealth. He knew that people would look down on him for rejecting this path. But since he knew that Emerson set himself out to cultivate more serious principles and to emancipate himself from such slavish principles.
Emerson had had a black fortune. All his money had ran out and this is why he thought that (1) his life was rich in lamentations. In the real domain of reality this was not the case. Emerson’s problems really came from just pure luck.
The heart of this man was bathed in many dark hours. He felt as if no offense in life would go unchastised and that this was the universal law. In so far as natural reason admits Emerson knew that sorrow would unlock things in him that other people would take for granted. Emerson’s deep self-revelations would oftentimes take him back to the gales of his youth or they would torment his soul and make him speak solemn tones.
With daily psychological tension Emerson would awaken within himself various train of reflections. He had increasing confidence in himself, and he felt that he was unfit for the company of strangers. This further placed him into seclusion. He felt as if nobody could conceive of the variety of feelings that he had experienced. This is of course is where he was wrong.
In Emerson’s solitary chambers, his midnight labours, where he concealed his strength day after day night after night were where he really was at his best. Even on bright days, the cheerfulness of the clear sky would not be anything to him. The reason for his constant gloom and musing was simple. He knew that contemporary morality deserved a very harsh criticism and so his job was to walk alone. By critiquing reality and walking alone he felt as if he was doing his job on this earth. This placed him in a power above those who actually made more money them him (even though he was jobless)
Emerson got up and begin to fix a glass of water. He heard a knock at the door and went to go answer it.
Sensui sensing someone just like him was for one of the first times afraid. Yet he was delighted. He knocked but nobody answered. He knocked again and finally he heard a noise, but to no avail nobody answered. Sensui, feeling as if he had been defeated and did not want to make a commotion left. He knew that he would be back, but he did not know why.
Emerson did not answer the door for quite a few reasons. One he was battling one of the many daily attacks of depression. Two, he was thinking about the publics indifference to his life. What was he proposed to do? Abide by the existing authorities in contemporary morale discussion and distract himself or do CBT? Emerson realized the startling realism of this thoughts and realize he had poetic insight.
He knew that he would have to bear the paint that he haid. He had no joy in heart and doing so, and when he realized that someone had came looking for him this single thought made him feel as if all his joy had departed.
Emerson went into his bed room and went to sleep. Or at least tried to, he said to himself: Grief even comes to me in my dreams. My life feels like it is the living image of cruelty. The inclination of my appetite feels as if im the one bring myself misery. I feel as if I Oscillate between sad and depressed feelings all day. Even if I stand firm against poverty my loneliness plays a central role in my life yet it gives me a marked individual.
Emerson sat in bed weeping. He knew his sadness would directly yield him knowledge of how he felt. He sat there crying with a satisfying curiosity of how far his emotions would take him. With more lonely hours passing he drifted in and out of sleep. He sometimes awoke thinking of the society of his contemporaries. He realized that man should carry himself against all opposition and that once again friendship was for the weak.
Emerson knew that for a person to leave loneliness he must weave a social thread of his own. Or, that if a person were to resist this calling he would find himself placed in a grander solitude. He would find himself at a grander self-acquaintance with himself that would find him more int une with his common thoughts. Self-elevation is one way calculation that he Emerson knew would happen.
He knew that the longer he stayed in solitude the more that he would put the world to shame. An alien energy possessed him. He felt much stronger when in these moments of reflection. Vast forces passed over his body. He trembled while in bed. The rivers of time were disturbed by his power.
Chapter 5-
Sensui, calls his cousin and ask for advice.
Hey, I have some someone I’m interested in pursuing and training as one of my disciples. What should I do? Sensuins cousin, even though irritated gave the best advice that he could: look sensui, I think you’re taking this too far. Who is to say you need people to be like you?
Senusi hung up the phone.
Emerson, still sleeping now had tranquil thoughts. His constant inner anxiety was gone. His continual consciousness was filled with happiness for the first time in years. However, a quick nocturnal visit of sinister ideas floated into his head. A burden of sorrow possessed him and he awoke. ‘I cant even get sleep anymore. My life has turned out so horribly. I think I should get up’. A voice in the back of his head told him to try and go back to sleep. He listened to it and attempted to sleep again.
Senusi meeting Emerson would affirm Emersons existence. The heart of humanity lied in Sensuis path but the basic drive of mankind lied in Emeson. He was what society needed. There was strong moral indignation inside of Emerson. For Emerson to abandon his path that he started would be suicide. The domain of reality depended on him.
As time went on there were more issues that plagued Emerson. He had found himself in a midday solitude full of self-mockery. He asked himself, why me?
Chapter 7-
A few things needed to happen for these two to successfully meet. For one, if a person meets someone and they are not their equal then they are wasting their time. This is something to Sensui knew so he was on edge constantly thinking about how he would waste his time.
Chapter 8-
A solitary reflection once again was upon Emerson. “ Nothing is for ever”. Hmm these ideas have a strikingly melancholy contrast to the ones i had in my dream. I wonder if there is a relationship between dreams and happiness”. Suddenly, and all at one their stirred within Emerson’s soul such a wholly unexpected medley of youthful hope and ideas that he had no choice to but to accept them”. In the most secret recesses of his soul he had to admit that he couldn’t’ outsmart himself. Darkness and gloom where now goon and he was happy. Emerson walked outside.
Chapter 9-
Sensui immediately senses his energy. And at this moment he began to travel towards Emerson.
Chapter 10
Life for both of these man had been good up to this point. There so was so much to follow that neither of them could expect what could ever happen. Sensui was obviously unware of how much he was over his head and Emerson did not realize how much suffering he had to go through.
I feel inwardly shattered. It seems I have reached a premature hypothesis about my life trajectory. There were so many unseen hardships in my lot that I was fool to think each one could be predicted. Being alone has allowed me to reach a powerful solitude where I can reflect on these things. However; it has also hurt me tremendously.
The wind starts to blow on the cabin and Emerson realizes that its about to storm. He cuts on a white noise generator and strips and gets in the shower. He turns the water on hot and stands and begins talking to himself. He is deeply absorbed in his thoughts. Emerson sinks into thought.
‘These dark rainy warm nights the stars are continuously falling from the sky. There is a quiet persistence about them’ I have genuine regret about the hours of my solitary suffering. it feels as if im on a hopeless plight’.
He steps out of the shower gets dressed and heads to his room where he stairs out the window.’ This damn cloudy autumn night is overcast with purblish black clouds. Somewhere deep down I will rise above this all. Ones sufferings must mean something. You must look like in the face’
A solitary contemplation continued in Emerson’s mind.
‘ this is everlasting torture’. He began to move towards the bed. ‘ his eyes was swimming with tears’. He began to remember things that made him happy. A quote came to mind. He said it to himself. ‘ as long as there is life there is happiness’. He spoke that aloud and began to feel better
Chapter 2 (Emerson’s sadness)
Emerson sat awake at night. This was a prolonged massacre for him. His rising tears gave indication of the horror of his position. He sat in a prolonged silence and suffered many pricks of consciousness. He felt his hour of ruin was at near and that these hard and sorrowful times had reach their limit. If only he could fine a way to stop the madness that was consuming him then maybe there could be some way for him to find peace.
Chapter 3-
In the silent autumn night, while suffering from many contrasting impulses Emerson stood his ground.
I just wanted to take a moment to clarify the intent behind the "Echo Chamber Heartbreak" post right here.
The fan-fiction above was created not to glorify or endorse any toxic ideologies, but rather to serve as a form of stress relief, dark humor, and creative coping for those who might feel isolated, misunderstood, or just plain overwhelmed. Sometimes, putting difficult emotions into satirical or exaggerated fictional form can be a way to process frustration and pain, especially when dealing with issues like loneliness, rejection, or identity.
We all have different ways of coping. For some, it’s humor. For others, it’s storytelling. This was my way of mixing both—creating something that acknowledges the struggles while also giving us a way to laugh at the absurdity of how heavy it can all feel sometimes.
That said, if anything came across as offensive or hit too close to home, that was not the intention. This space should be safe for expression but also open to feedback and dialogue. If you saw yourself in one of those titles—know that you’re not alone, and that’s kind of the point.
Appreciate you all,
Carter...
Echo Chamber Heart Break
Awakening
Chapter 1 ( A New Beginning)
Shinobu Senusi was a man who did not need much explanation. Most people knew that he was a man who was very serious and austere. He spent most of his time training and building his Sacred Energy. This energy being the highest plateau of energy in Spirtworld.
As he sat meditation he sensed a rare power, something faint but he sensed it. With all of his senses and awareness intact he gathered his belongings and left his house to seek it out.
Chapter 2 ( Emerson’s Life Story)
Emerson was a man who had sat and burned in the embers of his poverty. His crushed spirit oftentimes sat bathed in starlight. His blood ran cold at the thought of friendship. He was happy to live in grief and discontent. He was willing to endure a melancholy life.
These distinctive qualities are what made Emerson who he was. The life of the city did not appeal to him and there was constant gloom over everything that he tried to do. Day after day, he affectionately set out to change it, but he failed. His days ended much the same to where he would withdraw to seclusion just like the days before.
He also hated the gossip of the popular majority. He had spent much of his younger days in seclusion to that he thought that what really happened in life between people who were friends were simply treacherous deals and machinations. He realized that the so called “life” of pop culture was simply working on ignorant minds. That was were him and Sensui were just alike.
Emerson was not in any way dumb. He realized that Mankind universally governed by an innate passion to wealth. He knew that people would look down on him for rejecting this path. But since he knew that Emerson set himself out to cultivate more serious principles and to emancipate himself from such slavish principles.
Emerson had had a black fortune. All his money had ran out and this is why he thought that (1) his life was rich in lamentations. In the real domain of reality this was not the case. Emerson’s problems really came from just pure luck.
The heart of this man was bathed in many dark hours. He felt as if no offense in life would go unchastised and that this was the universal law. In so far as natural reason admits Emerson knew that sorrow would unlock things in him that other people would take for granted. Emerson’s deep self-revelations would oftentimes take him back to the gales of his youth or they would torment his soul and make him speak solemn tones.
With daily psychological tension Emerson would awaken within himself various train of reflections. He had increasing confidence in himself, and he felt that he was unfit for the company of strangers. This further placed him into seclusion. He felt as if nobody could conceive of the variety of feelings that he had experienced. This is of course is where he was wrong.
In Emerson’s solitary chambers, his midnight labours, where he concealed his strength day after day night after night were where he really was at his best. Even on bright days, the cheerfulness of the clear sky would not be anything to him. The reason for his constant gloom and musing was simple. He knew that contemporary morality deserved a very harsh criticism and so his job was to walk alone. By critiquing reality and walking alone he felt as if he was doing his job on this earth. This placed him in a power above those who actually made more money them him (even though he was jobless)
Emerson got up and begin to fix a glass of water. He heard a knock at the door and went to go answer it.
Chapter 3 The Meeting
Sensui sensing someone just like him was for one of the first times afraid. Yet he was delighted. He knocked but nobody answered. He knocked again and finally he heard a noise, but to no avail nobody answered. Sensui, feeling as if he had been defeated and did not want to make a commotion left. He knew that he would be back, but he did not know why.
Chapter 4
Emerson did not answer the door for quite a few reasons. One he was battling one of the many daily attacks of depression. Two, he was thinking about the publics indifference to his life. What was he proposed to do? Abide by the existing authorities in contemporary morale discussion and distract himself or do CBT? Emerson realized the startling realism of this thoughts and realize he had poetic insight.
He knew that he would have to bear the paint that he haid. He had no joy in heart and doing so, and when he realized that someone had came looking for him this single thought made him feel as if all his joy had departed.
Emerson went into his bed room and went to sleep. Or at least tried to, he said to himself: Grief even comes to me in my dreams. My life feels like it is the living image of cruelty. The inclination of my appetite feels as if im the one bring myself misery. I feel as if I Oscillate between sad and depressed feelings all day. Even if I stand firm against poverty my loneliness plays a central role in my life yet it gives me a marked individual.
Emerson sat in bed weeping. He knew his sadness would directly yield him knowledge of how he felt. He sat there crying with a satisfying curiosity of how far his emotions would take him. With more lonely hours passing he drifted in and out of sleep. He sometimes awoke thinking of the society of his contemporaries. He realized that man should carry himself against all opposition and that once again friendship was for the weak.
Emerson knew that for a person to leave loneliness he must weave a social thread of his own. Or, that if a person were to resist this calling he would find himself placed in a grander solitude. He would find himself at a grander self-acquaintance with himself that would find him more int une with his common thoughts. Self-elevation is one way calculation that he Emerson knew would happen.
He knew that the longer he stayed in solitude the more that he would put the world to shame. An alien energy possessed him. He felt much stronger when in these moments of reflection. Vast forces passed over his body. He trembled while in bed. The rivers of time were disturbed by his power.
Chapter 5-
Sensui, calls his cousin and ask for advice.
Hey, I have some someone I’m interested in pursuing and training as one of my disciples. What should I do? Sensuins cousin, even though irritated gave the best advice that he could: look sensui, I think you’re taking this too far. Who is to say you need people to be like you?
Senusi hung up the phone.
Chapter 6
Emerson, still sleeping now had tranquil thoughts. His constant inner anxiety was gone. His continual consciousness was filled with happiness for the first time in years. However, a quick nocturnal visit of sinister ideas floated into his head. A burden of sorrow possessed him and he awoke. ‘I cant even get sleep anymore. My life has turned out so horribly. I think I should get up’. A voice in the back of his head told him to try and go back to sleep. He listened to it and attempted to sleep again.
Senusi meeting Emerson would affirm Emersons existence. The heart of humanity lied in Sensuis path but the basic drive of mankind lied in Emeson. He was what society needed. There was strong moral indignation inside of Emerson. For Emerson to abandon his path that he started would be suicide. The domain of reality depended on him.
As time went on there were more issues that plagued Emerson. He had found himself in a midday solitude full of self-mockery. He asked himself, why me?
Chapter 7-
A few things needed to happen for these two to successfully meet. For one, if a person meets someone and they are not their equal then they are wasting their time. This is something to Sensui knew so he was on edge constantly thinking about how he would waste his time.
Chapter 8-
A solitary reflection once again was upon Emerson. “ Nothing is for ever”. Hmm these ideas have a strikingly melancholy contrast to the ones i had in my dream. I wonder if there is a relationship between dreams and happiness”. Suddenly, and all at one their stirred within Emerson’s soul such a wholly unexpected medley of youthful hope and ideas that he had no choice to but to accept them”. In the most secret recesses of his soul he had to admit that he couldn’t’ outsmart himself. Darkness and gloom where now goon and he was happy. Emerson walked outside.
Chapter 9-
Sensui immediately senses his energy. And at this moment he began to travel towards Emerson.
Chapter 10
Life for both of these man had been good up to this point. There so was so much to follow that neither of them could expect what could ever happen. Sensui was obviously unware of how much he was over his head and Emerson did not realize how much suffering he had to go through.
Part Two
I feel inwardly shattered. It seems I have reached a premature hypothesis about my life trajectory. There were so many unseen hardships in my lot that I was fool to think each one could be predicted. Being alone has allowed me to reach a powerful solitude where I can reflect on these things. However; it has also hurt me tremendously.
The wind starts to blow on the cabin and Emerson realizes that its about to storm. He cuts on a white noise generator and strips and gets in the shower. He turns the water on hot and stands and begins talking to himself. He is deeply absorbed in his thoughts. Emerson sinks into thought.
‘These dark rainy warm nights the stars are continuously falling from the sky. There is a quiet persistence about them’ I have genuine regret about the hours of my solitary suffering. it feels as if im on a hopeless plight’.
He steps out of the shower gets dressed and heads to his room where he stairs out the window.’ This damn cloudy autumn night is overcast with purblish black clouds. Somewhere deep down I will rise above this all. Ones sufferings must mean something. You must look like in the face’
A solitary contemplation continued in Emerson’s mind.
‘ this is everlasting torture’. He began to move towards the bed. ‘ his eyes was swimming with tears’. He began to remember things that made him happy. A quote came to mind. He said it to himself. ‘ as long as there is life there is happiness’. He spoke that aloud and began to feel better
Chapter 2 (Emerson’s sadness)
Emerson sat awake at night. This was a prolonged massacre for him. His rising tears gave indication of the horror of his position. He sat in a prolonged silence and suffered many pricks of consciousness. He felt his hour of ruin was at near and that these hard and sorrowful times had reach their limit. If only he could fine a way to stop the madness that was consuming him then maybe there could be some way for him to find peace.
Chapter 3-
In the silent autumn night, while suffering from many contrasting impulses Emerson stood his ground.
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