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Unwritten Stories: Black Shaman
Notice how the acronym for this is "BS"? You'll understand why that is later.
The predecessor of Gems, followed a boy with special eyes that could see the dead, similar outline except both parents were still happily together. If it came first, why did we have to read all about Gems just to hear about this crap later? Probably because it was a lackluster attempt and would make a lot more sense and/or give you more hope if you knew what succeeded it. After Black Shaman fell apart, Gems took over the old concepts, giving them new life with a kitsune prize queen and it’s glittery magic gimmick. This happens a lot with my stories, getting remade or rebranded with a better cloth, and elevating the concepts into something tangible... Instead of the autistic mess that they originated in, like Black Shaman was.
Black Shaman vaguely surrounded a boy who, as mentioned, could see dead things. This was the original base for the ideas of death in Gems as to explain where things went after they died; you know, like how they decayed, the mental state, the idiosyncrasies of ghost behaviours... Mostly because I had to explain how a bajillion ghosts over the course of 6000-4,500,000,000ish years weren’t just stacked up on top of one another by now. Like really, if we all just died and *pop*, out comes a ghost, shouldn’t we be bloody swimming through them right about now? Every street corner, crammed like a Tokyo subway car, layered higher than a Scooby Doo Sandwich, all screaming about what they did back in the day... So, eventually, an old soul had to fade away. Eh, I came up with something better a few years later.
He went to school (unlike me, who got proper education at home), and had a girlfriend... Because I sure F**K didn’t. He taught her to kinda see things but it didn’t really go anywhere. They met after a random run in, and a bunch of monsters started chasing him, monsters that only he could see... You know, until they start clawing away at the walls and lifting people into the air. Then she believed him. It was actually the first incident of many poorly executed sequences that followed the same bullshit perimeters. It was entirely based on a fantasy I had at work one day. No reason, no explanation, just pure adrenaline and whatever playlist I was listening to at the time. Finally, I had a place for that scene... Too bad the rest of it stunk and fell through in under a month. I tried to revive it with some bullshit, but... The story already paid the fayre man at that point...
Idea was that once every so many generations, through the bloodline, there would come some yadi yada, BLACK SHAMAN! It was the kink in the genetics where the shamans bloodline would be given an especially gifted –yeah, I’m done, we’re moving on...