/lit/ - Literature

how retarded is my idea. I feel like it may be getting out of hand

>Two species of aliens are waging a pointless intergalactic war for thousands of years, their advanced technology being outpaced by their efforts to delve into occult magic [space flight powered by portals to hell, astral projection espionage, etc] in order to be the one to kill the other and enslave god or something.

this is not what the story is about.

>in a lonely gas station on a long, very empty stretch of road in arizona a man with no soul is employed
>he works a pointless job and literally has no soul, on account of being one of two clones of a prior, especially competent gas station employee but you cannot clone a soul
>ruminates on how detached he feels from reality while dealing with zany supernatural happenings
>eventually culminates in being faced with whether to choose life or death, leaning over a muddy puddle in the middle of the desert, deciding whether to drink or die.
>does he feel like he is supposed to do this? should he reject this?
>he chooses life and kills his boss who threw him out into the desert after he finds out he was a clone
>takes over the place, which turns out to be neutral ground for the two warring empires, who are barely really present, save for some supernatural crap here and there
>dude embraces life and learns to be happy.
>Eventually.

the very gist of course, I did not want to drag this post out.