Ever since April 9 my prediction of them has shifted over the months, from the Robloxian Joan of Arc to… whatever the hell I currently got going on
I’ve already looked up the significance of their guest tag and here’s the ones I picked up to use
I believe they could be the opposite of our boy 1337, being his brooding, gloomy counterpart. As they’re both guests and soldiers, they likely lead similar lives but reacted differently to their situation, and both of them aren’t wrong.
Props to this Twitter post (and thread) for shaping my perception of the admins/government in The Last Guest by the way, since it plays a big part of this post
Guests are literally being hunted down like they’re game animals, and if it’s not that then getting kidnapped and used for forced labor, starved and malnourished, and by the time 1337 was grown up you can literally count how many free guests out there with one hand, yet the admins didn’t do anything. It’s more excused if this was the original movie as it’s more grounded to reality, but not the case for forsaken as we got admins like Matt Dusek/Dusekkar who wields magic and is said to be very powerful, I’m certain he isn’t the only admin like this in the roster.
And from all of that, they only did ANYTHING the moment 1337 died in the explosion for real and what was that? A speech and a stupid statue.
And like again, this is forsaken so whatever happened to 1337 most likely happened to 1458 too, not being protected by any government body and remaining unnoticed until they die.
Maybe, upon their death in the Bacon War they realized this land and people they were fighting for never cared about them to begin with and developed a great resentment to the entirety of Robloxia.
This brings the two guests together and what I think their connection would be. They’re former comrades and fought together yet upon their demises came to different conclusions. 1337 still feels the obligation to protect those around him upon being forsaken and 1458 in the other hand thinks this entire country only failed them and regrets their decision to enlist in first place.
At least 1337 knows he has his friends and family waiting for him at home, who’s to say if 1458 has anybody?
If you were to ask me the theme and topic of their LMS would be hope and despair, not vs, because the two feelings co-exist for these two soldiers. 1337 has hope for the kind of system they lived on but 1458 thinks otherwise.
Maybe they wouldn’t question 1337 outright but the question still races in their head, why does he still serve the people of Robloxia, when they never cared for them? Why should he bother with such stuff? When to 1458, they believe Robloxia as a whole only sees them as dead bodies, numbers, statistics but never as people.
(I’m on school right now as of typing idk if I’ll continue writing this cya later)
In case you’re wondering this is a rewrite of my first ever fanfic.
Bang!
That lead bullet was planted into my forehead by none other than one of those damned bacon soldiers. This is it, this is where my whole life ends before me.. I already saw that all coming honestly, it’s not like I cared that much anyways.
I felt my entire life flash before my eyes, the day my mother went missing, the argument I had with my father about it, going home to see the corpses of my father and siblings, the army, that boy…
It was all clear yet all a blur at once.
I wonder if that bacon noticed the lavender roots sprouting upon the hair I had dyed?
I felt a darkness consume me whole, yet somehow… my train of thoughts never stopped.
…
To be honest, I regret joining the army. It’s not because I’m scared of dying but I came to regret my decision the day I realized everything about this stupid country. They never cared about us. I came to the conclusion that us guests were never much of a concern for them to begin with.
When that boy and I grew up to become adults, I can count how many of us were left with just my right hand. Was something, anything, done about this? Well hell no. All that ever happened was all talk and talk and talk about how many of us are dying every damn week until it was just him left.
I thought of joining the army to make this damn useless life of use somehow, and I regret that my last months on this planet were used to serve these so-called admins who only care about maintaining appearances while their people are dying around them.
That boy that never leaves my thoughts? I’m sure you know him well, popular (with both guys and girls), strong, confident about himself, yet always remained kind and compassionate to everyone around him. I found myself latching onto him like head lice. I don’t want to let him go. Maybe it’s just because he’s the only Guest out there besides me, maybe it’s because I deluded myself into thinking I’m even important to him, it might as well be a mix of factors I don’t care to list about.
For the endless months we’ve been in the army together, I’ve always found myself fantasizing one day confessing the truth that I’ve been hiding, that I am not just some random Robloxian but also a Guest. How funny, that day did not come.
I hate it. I hate how he can still smile and chin up to a world that only wants him dead. I hate that he still has a family waiting for him back home. I hate how he still has any dreams and aspirations. I hate that he is willing to even serve this country. I hate that we both died to this war. I hate that fucking statue. I hate how I have to watch these stupid admins cower behind him every game we play. I hate that in this godforsaken realm I get to wake up everyday to the sight of my own rotting body while he gets to look the same as before. I hate it all, because I know that I’ll never be like him.
That is not his fault.
I don’t want him, or anybody in particular to carry this damned baggage I got yet…
I should have been honest with him sooner.
No.
I should have been honest with myself sooner. And I’ll forever hate myself for that until the day I finally dissolve into dust.
