Its late at night and you're checking your email one last time before bed when you find one with a strange subject line "loser.mp5? Must be some kinda typo." You click on it, just to satisfy your curiosity and a video starts playing. Well, it seems like a video, but the visuals are all just a bunch of squiggly lines with a droning tone, you try to close out but you can't, you try to look away but the lines stay in your vision. Then, you start to 'hear' some thoughts you know are not your own.
Ever feel like sometimes there are people that are just better? Bigger, stronger, their presence dominating whatever situation they find themselves in? Its not just you, they really are better. Some call it a soul, essence, karma --- whatever you call it, its real and does strengthen one's mind and body. Of course there are also some unlucky people with weaker souls, although they usually tend to fade into the background.
To all who learn of this truth, the first instinct is to find a way to strengthen one's soul.
Sadly, even the greatest of sorcerers are unable to strengthen a soul. Countless millenia for research, trial and error have made almost no progress.
Almost.
You see, strength is often relative, a bodybuilder is impressive if they can lift 200 pounds, but if someone walks in that can do 250, suddenly they lose all their thunder, but if the musclehead were to lose that ability, suddenly lifting 200 can turn heads again. In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King.
I will be King.
By now you may have felt a kind of chill deep inside, or a tingling somewhere you care about, yes, I have found a way to weaken a person's soul, and with you out of the way I will be the one to turn heads. While you squallor in darkness, I will shine in the sun.
It will be slow at first, needing to get people's attention, failing at something that should have been automatic. But eventually, everything that makes you special will wither away, the people that love you will begin to feel dissapointment, even anger, the world will forget about you and whenever you make yourself known, it will retaliate with hatred and pity.
And remember, your essence is tied not only to your body, but also your mind. You will begin to believe you deserve a place in the background, that you could only hope to expect a place at the bottom of the totem pole, you'll still be miserable, but the idea that you could change your station will seem as impossible as sprouting wings and flying away. In time even your memories will wither away, not even comforted by the time you held attention, when everyone was looking at you.
And a change this fundamental will radiate out into the world itself, reality will shift around your fall, you will have always been an extra in my story.
Of course, a story is no fun if you know how it ends, so you will forget this message and the file will delete itself from your computer. At most you will just remember it as a bad dream. I'd say good luck, but that's being erased too.
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"Gosh, I slept awful last night!"