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Catch Me on Paper Street
3D Render by mrtauredGenesis 8 males morphed and retextured to be Tyler Durden on Paper St.
From the POV of the previous Narrator
"I fell down some steps."
I could see the Docter's expression through the typical mask and safety glass getup. He's saying, Right... same steps as last time.
He finishes my stitches and David picks me up. It's hard to smoke a cigarette when your lip's split in 5 places and stitched but I'm doing it. The smoke stings my gums. Pain is nothing after 4 months of Fight CLub. It's a standard now. David doesn't say much. I'm thankful. I don't feel like talking. I wanna crawl into a hole and pour cement in it. That hole being David's trailer, where I live now.
I am Jack's waking nightmares.
The first person I fought in Fight Club was Tyler Durden. I couldn't come back for two weeks after that.
I laid in the hospital bed for two days a new man. Enlighted. Broken and put back together. I shattered off rock bottom and fell back down again a masterpiece. I exercised the pain into something greater, and My 2nd fight was my first night back. I wanted to win. I wanted my rebirth to be true. I wanted to enlighten someone. I set the bust boy of my favorite restaurant back three days instead of two. It was his first night. Like a fresh hammer on red metal. I beat him into a sword. Lost a few and won more after.
When you see someone outside of fight club you don't speak. You just nod and thank the guy for being willing to beat those meaningless interactions out of you. After 10 fights or maybe 15 it's not an issue anymore. You don't really exist. You're broken and fixed all at once. Someone could spit in your face, and you'd just wipe it off. Your cheating ass boss could drop an entire stack of papers on the desk, and you'll just smile through blood-stained teeth and leave it there for the next chump. Nobody ever says anything to me about my face either. They assume the worst and don't ask. Nobody wants to know that answer.
I am Jack's crooked smile.
After six months I was a soldier's nightmare.
David kicks open my door. It doesn't even have a knob. Never did. There was no need for the luxury of privacy anyways. We both know we are rotten scum and that's the way it is. We live here to go to the basement on Saturday. Recover. Saturday. Recover. Saturday.
"Did you hear?"
I've haven't heard shit since I got my face smashed in last Saturday. I shake my head and sit up. He look's excited as he can through a hamburger face.
"I'm going to Paper Street. You should go when you've recovered."
I am Jack's solid statue.
Tyler Durden opens the door and steps out with a cup of coffee in one hand and a broom in the other. I wonder which one I'm going to get this time. I've been standing here for two days. This porch is me. And I am a porch. I am solid like wood. The guy next to me gets a face full of warm coffee that splashes on me too and then he gets whacked with the broom while Tyler shouts that he's too skinny and that he doesn't need skinny. Whack. He threatens to call the cops and bring a gun. Whack. The guy doesn't leave and now it's my turn. The broom isn't as bad as the coffee. It doesn't hang around all over you.
Tyler looks at me like he's found a pile of shit again on his steps.
"I told you to leave and you didn't leave. You must be too stupid. Fuck off. He's first then you."
He goes back inside and slams the door.
The sun is gone now and I'm alone again.
The door swings open and Tyler comes out with an apple. I haven't eaten since I stood here. No water either, aside from coffee droplets. I'd prefer that broom right now. Tyler takes a bite and talks with his mouth full.
"Too tall."
He goes back in.
The sun peaks over the machine shop in the far distance. It's beautiful There's literally nothing out here but an abandoned house and the shops off around it. The world gave up here and let go. David tells me he sprayed the wrong guy. I couldn't hang in here. He made a mistake and that I should go stand at my ex's doorstep. Or crawl back to mommy.
It's getting late. I'm gonna die soon. I can feel my body-
Tyler opens the doors and walks past two fresh assholes that I never even bothered to look at. I muster up the will to stand straight. I should have waited another day...
Tyler looks at me and says, "Got two black shirts?"
Do I? Oh! Yes! I do!
"Sir."
"Two pair black pants?"
"Yes, sir."
"One pair black boots?"
"Sir."
"Two pair black socks?"
"Sir."
"A black jacket?"
"Sir."
"300 dollars of personal burial money?"
"Yes... sir."
He nods and waves me in. "Alight."
The house on Paper Street is my home now.
I am Jack's Space Monkey.
Haha. A little story about what happens on paper street. Special thanks too https://www.renderhub.com/msstrangelove/gallery for helping me learn how to render better in the dark.
Have a wonderful day and don't forget to exercise and stretch!
From the POV of the previous Narrator
"I fell down some steps."
I could see the Docter's expression through the typical mask and safety glass getup. He's saying, Right... same steps as last time.
He finishes my stitches and David picks me up. It's hard to smoke a cigarette when your lip's split in 5 places and stitched but I'm doing it. The smoke stings my gums. Pain is nothing after 4 months of Fight CLub. It's a standard now. David doesn't say much. I'm thankful. I don't feel like talking. I wanna crawl into a hole and pour cement in it. That hole being David's trailer, where I live now.
I am Jack's waking nightmares.
The first person I fought in Fight Club was Tyler Durden. I couldn't come back for two weeks after that.
I laid in the hospital bed for two days a new man. Enlighted. Broken and put back together. I shattered off rock bottom and fell back down again a masterpiece. I exercised the pain into something greater, and My 2nd fight was my first night back. I wanted to win. I wanted my rebirth to be true. I wanted to enlighten someone. I set the bust boy of my favorite restaurant back three days instead of two. It was his first night. Like a fresh hammer on red metal. I beat him into a sword. Lost a few and won more after.
When you see someone outside of fight club you don't speak. You just nod and thank the guy for being willing to beat those meaningless interactions out of you. After 10 fights or maybe 15 it's not an issue anymore. You don't really exist. You're broken and fixed all at once. Someone could spit in your face, and you'd just wipe it off. Your cheating ass boss could drop an entire stack of papers on the desk, and you'll just smile through blood-stained teeth and leave it there for the next chump. Nobody ever says anything to me about my face either. They assume the worst and don't ask. Nobody wants to know that answer.
I am Jack's crooked smile.
After six months I was a soldier's nightmare.
David kicks open my door. It doesn't even have a knob. Never did. There was no need for the luxury of privacy anyways. We both know we are rotten scum and that's the way it is. We live here to go to the basement on Saturday. Recover. Saturday. Recover. Saturday.
"Did you hear?"
I've haven't heard shit since I got my face smashed in last Saturday. I shake my head and sit up. He look's excited as he can through a hamburger face.
"I'm going to Paper Street. You should go when you've recovered."
I am Jack's solid statue.
Tyler Durden opens the door and steps out with a cup of coffee in one hand and a broom in the other. I wonder which one I'm going to get this time. I've been standing here for two days. This porch is me. And I am a porch. I am solid like wood. The guy next to me gets a face full of warm coffee that splashes on me too and then he gets whacked with the broom while Tyler shouts that he's too skinny and that he doesn't need skinny. Whack. He threatens to call the cops and bring a gun. Whack. The guy doesn't leave and now it's my turn. The broom isn't as bad as the coffee. It doesn't hang around all over you.
Tyler looks at me like he's found a pile of shit again on his steps.
"I told you to leave and you didn't leave. You must be too stupid. Fuck off. He's first then you."
He goes back inside and slams the door.
The sun is gone now and I'm alone again.
The door swings open and Tyler comes out with an apple. I haven't eaten since I stood here. No water either, aside from coffee droplets. I'd prefer that broom right now. Tyler takes a bite and talks with his mouth full.
"Too tall."
He goes back in.
The sun peaks over the machine shop in the far distance. It's beautiful There's literally nothing out here but an abandoned house and the shops off around it. The world gave up here and let go. David tells me he sprayed the wrong guy. I couldn't hang in here. He made a mistake and that I should go stand at my ex's doorstep. Or crawl back to mommy.
It's getting late. I'm gonna die soon. I can feel my body-
Tyler opens the doors and walks past two fresh assholes that I never even bothered to look at. I muster up the will to stand straight. I should have waited another day...
Tyler looks at me and says, "Got two black shirts?"
Do I? Oh! Yes! I do!
"Sir."
"Two pair black pants?"
"Yes, sir."
"One pair black boots?"
"Sir."
"Two pair black socks?"
"Sir."
"A black jacket?"
"Sir."
"300 dollars of personal burial money?"
"Yes... sir."
He nods and waves me in. "Alight."
The house on Paper Street is my home now.
I am Jack's Space Monkey.
Haha. A little story about what happens on paper street. Special thanks too https://www.renderhub.com/msstrangelove/gallery for helping me learn how to render better in the dark.
Have a wonderful day and don't forget to exercise and stretch!
Fanfic or excerpt? Either way, lovely writing. I especially like all the lines, "I am Jack's ..." And night lighting for especially an outdoor scene is haaaaaaaard. Well done. (I also love that house!)
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mrtaured
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Thu, May 08Fan fiction 
This Narrator is the same from my first fight club art piece and is only a member of the fight club from the book rather than the movie. He's not a real character, just a fan fiction as if he was. I recommend the book before the movie though. And the house is the haunted house from daz3d I think.
This Narrator is the same from my first fight club art piece and is only a member of the fight club from the book rather than the movie. He's not a real character, just a fan fiction as if he was. I recommend the book before the movie though. And the house is the haunted house from daz3d I think. mrtaured
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Thu, May 08Also a fun fact.
A paper street is a street that is on a map but doesn't exist in real world. So it is called a paper street.
A paper street is a street that is on a map but doesn't exist in real world. So it is called a paper street.
Such a terrific story, it has the same feel as the book. And your night time render is fabulous!
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mrtaured
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Fri, May 09Haha. I'm very happy that you have read the book and can understand the tone. Thank you so much my friend for coming along!!
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