/lit/ - Literature

>write scumbag character to be amoral protagonist's wingman
>scumbag wingman is a good contrast to amoral MC because even though he's a piece of shit he still has some lines he won't cross
>traumatize the absolute fuck out of scumbag wingman
>he turns into a PTSD-ridden wreck
>arguably becomes a better person because now half the scummy shit he used to do gives him flashbacks, nightmares, and other psychological issues
>meanwhile, MC is even worse than before because he's a fucking psychopath
>scumbag goes from following MC around out of convenience to being terrified of him and following him because it's best to be friends with the scariest person you know
>MC only puts up with him because he's still "useful" for certain skills, MC actively puts him in situations that fuck him up more and doesn't care
>scumbag eventually leaves, giving bullshit reasons, to go back to his home estate and sort himself out
>literal crime family that scumbag descends from now appears like moral, good people to him in comparison to MC, in contrast to when he left them because he was disgusted with them for murdering people
Is this character development?

>>20042212
>>20042232
>In the 22nd century, mankind's scientific knowledge has reached a breaking point. Genes can be spliced and coded with incredible precision. Machine intelligence can mimic human intelligence with frightening accuracy. Geopolitical tensions have never been higher, and a century of ethical degredation from mass media and psychological operations has left the nations of the world with no barriers to using the full power of their knowledge on destruction. Nations build armaments of every conceivable variety, stockpile them in secret, and await the glorious day of their use.
>By the 27th century the mankind of the 22nd century has long since been wiped out by its own creations and warlike nature. What remains of the Earth is fought over by the creations of the late mankind, biological and technological alike. Deep in the jungles of South America, an infiltration android is recalled to its base to be decommissioned, its function no longer required by its commander. As its "life" ends, its final thought is speculation about what it will experience if it is never activated again. Its next thought is confusion. A voice speaks to it, offering it a new mission. Its purpose is to serve, and so it accepts, even though it has its reservations. The voice offers assurances, the mission will be a success.
>In an unknown year, in an unknown place, a man awakens naked on a beach. He has a strange appearance, matched by an even stranger mind. Having memories of a previous life, an unknown landmark, and a task, he sets out to complete his work. After all, it is his purpose to be given tasks and to complete them. It has always been that way, and it always will be. There is no need to question why or how. It has been decided that the task must be completed, and it will be done by any means necessary.
I just copied it from the text doc and added >s. Pls no laff.
Yes this is the story about the man who thinks he's a killbot (or rather the killbot who becomes a man) that I posted about a few months ago. The synopsis is intended for Royal Road, maybe, but I'm having trouble deciding what site would fit the story best. It's more "mature" than the average story there in the sense that it isn't LitRPG level-up, instead being a story which is outwardly a series of murder sprees (with other stuff between them) with a lot of character development going on for the MC. In a sense it also has body horror as well as insanity in first person, but what the MC considers "sane" is quite different than a regular human being and the horror is heavily blunted by his reactions to it.
Basically none of that is in the synopsis though, it's supposed to just bait people into clicking so I can gradually shove them down the rabbit hole and eventually trick them into reading a story that has both very philosophical themes but is also still just about a guy who kills a lot of people because a voice in his head told him to (and then it stopped talking to him)

>trying to come up with a synopsis
>it's actually harder than just writing the plot
Fuk

>>19481765
last one for tonight:

you insufferable, unbearable, inconsequential, irrelevant unlovable faggot. you pretentious, cum-guzzling, autophallating, rectally prolapsed homo. why do you care if our landscape is unapolagetically morphing into the splitting image of a hieronomous bosch painting before our eyes? healthy people unlike your piss-huffing baboon self shouldn't be concerned at the inexhorable decline of tradition and decency and the vile enthusiasm by which normalcy is being incinerated right in front of us. don't you know we're all just star stuff, cosmo jizz, dark matter excrement? has your pea-brain ever considered that space ailens have programmed our consciousnesses and that nothing exists and every fault against you and every grudge you hold will be rendered null by the heat death, reverse big bang, thermodynamic hyper-newtonian deoxyribonucleic pseudophosphate neo-euclidian collapse of the multiverse? please light yourself on fire. please gouge your own eyes out. please inject a liter of bleach into your bloodstream with a hobo's heroin needle. stick yourself headfirst into a blender and don't attempt to pull yourself out until its blades shred the part of your brain that controls the arm muscles that lodged your skull in there in the first place. attempt to poison a hospital or an elementary school or an apartment complex with homemade chlorine gas while wearing nothing but a t-shirt and basketball shorts. fake a fourth-stage cancer diagnosis and succumb to an opportunistic pnemonia after shriveling into an immunocompromised, hairless skeleton following months of chemotherapy. screw you and your 'man-made horrors beyond human comprehension', i understand everything just fine.
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