Unravel (Acoustic)

Do not deprive each other except perhaps by mutual consent and for a time, so that you may devote yourselves to prayer. Then come together again so that Satan will not tempt you because of your lack of self control.

- Corinthians 7 : 5

When Vorelando awoke he found himself in a white void that stretched endlessly. There was now sound, no discernible features nor any smell. It was just…. White.

How had this happened? Last he remembered he was just getting cozy in Malt Bisney’s mouth when everything went weird. This had to be something he’d done.

But how? He had vored an entire nation state before and things had been fine, how would it be different voring a corporation.

He walked in every direction trying to find something, anything. But he found nothing.

He was all… alone.

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He was going mad, and it had only been four hundred and eighty eight words.

Finally, after walking what could’ve been hours or days. He saw something. Two chairs, a bucket of ice, some beers and a man.

The chairs? Oak. The bucket? Large. The beers? Not just cold, but Rocky Mountain cold. The man? Terrifying.

In front of him was a face Vorelando hadn’t seen in years. The rugged face of Voran Magic.

He indicated that Vorelando should sit down beside him,

Vorelando was terrified. His mind burned with hatred but his body froze with fear. Whatever Vorelando had done, and it appeared he had done a lot, Voran had managed to survive it.

So Vorelando took a seat, his father tossed him a beer.

Tension hung in the air. He hadn’t seen his father in person since the day before the Massacre at the Maracana. He hadn’t so much as sent him a text message in all that time.

After all these years, what was the first thing Voran would say to him?

Would he apologize? No, that was out of the question. Would he berate Vorelando? Maybe. Or perhaps he would just kill him on sight.

Voran Magic took a deep breath in, and said what he had to say.

“The Israeli–Palestinian conflict is one of the world's most enduring conflicts, with the Israeli occupation of the West Bank and the Gaza Strip reaching 54 years of conflict. Various attempts have been made to resolve the conflict as part of the Israeli–Palestinian peace process.

“Public declarations of claims to a Jewish homeland in Palestine, including the 1897 First Zionist Congress and the 1917 Balfour Declaration, created early tension in the region. At the time, the region had a small minority Jewish population, although this was growing via significant Jewish immigration. Following the implementation of the Mandate for Palestine, which included a binding obligation on the British government for the "establishment in Palestine of a national home for the Jewish people" the tension grew into sectarian conflict between Jews and Arabs. Attempts to solve the early conflict culminated in the 1947 United Nations Partition Plan for Palestine and the 1947–1949 Palestine war, marking the start of the wider Arab–Israeli conflict. The current Israeli-Palestinian status quo began following Israeli military occupation of the Palestinian territories in the 1967 Six-Day War.

“Despite a long-term peace process, Israelis and Palestinians have failed to reach a final peace agreement. Progress was made towards a two-state solution with the 1993–1995 Oslo Accords, but today the Palestinians remain subject to Israeli military occupation in the Gaza Strip and in 165 "islands" across the West Bank. Key issues that have stalled further progress are security, borders, water rights, control of Jerusalem, Israeli settlements, Palestinian freedom of movement, and “Palestinian right of return. The violence of the conflict, in a region rich in sites of historic, cultural and religious interest worldwide, has been the subject of numerous international conferences dealing with historic rights, security issues and human rights, and has been a factor hampering tourism in and general access to areas that are hotly contested. Many attempts have been made to broker a two-state solution, involving the creation of an independent Palestinian state alongside the State of Israel (after Israel's establishment in 1948). In 2007, the majority of both Israelis and Palestinians, according to a number of polls, preferred the two-state solution over any other solution as a means of resolving the conflict.

“Within Israeli and Palestinian society, the conflict generates a wide variety of views and opinions. This highlights the deep divisions which exist not only between Israelis and Palestinians, but also within each society. A hallmark of the conflict has been the level of violence witnessed for virtually its entire duration. Fighting has been conducted by regular armies, paramilitary groups, terror cells, and individuals. Casualties have not been restricted to the military, with a large number of civilian fatalities on both sides. There are prominent international actors involved in the conflict. A majority of Jews see the Palestinians' demand for an independent state as just, and think Israel can agree to the establishment of such a state. The majority of Palestinians and Israelis in the West Bank and Gaza Strip have expressed a preference for a two-state solution. Mutual distrust and significant disagreements are deep over basic issues, as is the reciprocal skepticism about the other side's commitment to upholding obligations in an eventual agreement.

“The two parties currently engaged in direct negotiation are the Israeli government, led by Naftali Bennett, and the Palestine Liberation Organization (PLO), headed by Mahmoud Abbas. The official negotiations are mediated by an international contingent known as the Quartet on the Middle East (the Quartet) represented by a special envoy, that consists of the United States, Russia, the European Union, and the United Nations. The Arab League is another important actor, which has proposed an alternative peace plan. Egypt, a founding member of the Arab League, has historically been a key participant. Jordan, having relinquished its claim to the West Bank in 1988 and holding a special role in the Muslim Holy shrines in Jerusalem, has also been a key participant.

“Since 2006, the Palestinian side has been fractured by conflict between two major factions: Fatah, the traditionally dominant party, and its later electoral challenger, Hamas, which also operates as a militant organization. After Hamas's electoral victory in 2006, the Quartet conditioned future foreign assistance to the Palestinian National Authority (PA) on the future government's commitment to non-violence, recognition of the State of Israel, and acceptance of previous agreements. Hamas rejected these demands, which resulted in the Quartet's suspension of its foreign assistance program, and the imposition of economic sanctions by the Israelis. A year later, following Hamas's seizure of the Gaza Strip in June 2007, the territory officially recognized as the PA was split between Fatah in the West Bank and Hamas in the Gaza Strip. The division of governance between the parties had effectively resulted in the collapse of bipartisan governance of the PA. However, in 2014, a Palestinian Unity Government, composed of both Fatah and Hamas, was formed. The latest round of peace negotiations began in July 2013 and was suspended in 2014.

“In May 2021, amidst rising tensions, the 2021 Israel–Palestine crisis began with protests that escalated into rocket attacks from Gaza and airstrikes by Israel.” Said Voran.

“What the hell is that meant to mean?” Vorelando replied.

“I’m trying to say that some things are too complicated for one man to handle, son. You shouldn’t have done what you did.” Voran said.

“And would what that be?”

“You conceptually vored Malt Bisney, that was a big mistake.”

“But why?” Vorelando cried. “It was objectively the morally correct thing to do and how could I have foreseen… whatever this is…”

“Do you even know what this is?” Voran replied.

“No, I guess I don’t.”

“Well then let me lay it down for you kid. You’re a moron. You sued your conceptual vore ability without fully understanding. Voring New Zealand is one thing, it’s just New Zealand, no one will miss it. But Bisney? Now that’s a whole different ball game.”

Vorelando was stunned. New Zealand. That was the name of that one country. How had he forgooten? More importantly, how had Voran remembered.

“What’s so different about it?”

“Think about it. What does Malt Bisney represent?” Voran asked.

“The Malt Bisney company.”

“Yes, but other than that. If Bisney represents his own company, then ask yourself, what does that company represent?” Voran asked.

Vorelando considered it for a moment, and then it all clicked.

“Oh my god, what have I done?”

“Hahahahah! Now you get it, yes! Show me that face! That sweet look of despair!”

Voran started licking his sons face.

“I fucking love this taste hahahahahahahaha! You can’t vore Bisney alone! You thought you could remove Bisney from culture but Bisney was culture. You removed the final product of capitalism, entertainment, in the process you removed capitalism itself! And that’s all the world is anymore Vorelando, the consumption of abstract ideas dressed up in bright lights and skin tight latex. You vored the concept of existence.”

Voran laughed and laughed as Vorelando contemplated. If he had vored all of existence, that meant he had taken his collection of forbidden doujins.

He broke down. “I didn’t want this! I didn’t want this at all!”

“Then you shouldn’t have done it, boy! How many times have I told your actions have consequences?!?!”

“What good is it to talk about these things in retrospect you whore!” Vorlando screeched.

“Ugh!”

“Ungh!”

The two of them started punching each other furiously. An impromptu bareknuckle boxing match in the void, the destiny of every father and every son. Vorelando only got one solid punch in before Voran took complete control, beating his son black and blue.

Vorelando fell to the floor and Voran leaned down beside him.

“We’re not talking in retrospect, bitch! You’re lucky you have me as a father. Your actions might have consequences but mine don’t.”

“What are you talking about…?” Vorelando said weakly.

His father began T posing.

“Yuhhhhhh! It’s rewind time!”

Voran’s left and right arms started rotating at rapid speed. He looked something like a cross between the vesuvian man. Behind him, Vorelando saw the world fast approaching and then…

***

I’m gonna devour that boujee son of a bitch.”

“No way, Mark is gonna eat you for breakfast.”

“I’d like to see him try.”

Kobe Steakhouse stood on top of his desk proudly and pre-emptively proclaiming victory. He was known for years as Mr. All Sizzle but today was his chance to prove he was more.

Why? Because today was the day of the junior state vore championships, Kobe was the first student from his school to ever qualify for the finals. Barry ‘Big Berry’ Juiceman, the guy trying to temper Kobe, was the second.

Watching on from a few desks over was Vorelando Jones, staunch anti vorer and best friend to both Kobe and Berry. The three of them had become a tight knit clique ever since Vorelando had moved to their school 5 years prior.

“Vorelando, you coming to the finals later?” Kobe shouted from atop his desk.

“You know damn well I’m not.”

From the outside, someone like Vorelando being friends with two aspiring voremen might seem odd. To Vorelando though, there was nothing strange about it. When he had moved back to this school, he had been asked a lot of questions.

“Where you from?”

“Who’s your daddy?”

“Where you really from?”

He reckoned that was all par for the course for someone with his complexion arriving midway through highschool and calling themselves a local. It didn’t make it any less grateful.

“Who are you?”

That was the first question he was asked by Kobe and Berry. They didn’t care who he was, just who he was. They were weird folk but everyone trying to get into the vore game has a screw or two loose, that was the saying.

“Come on Vorelando, this might be the last chance to ever see us vore, win or die.”

Kobe was right. If they died, of course, they’d be dead and Vorelando would never see them again. Even if they pulled off a miraculous victory, they’d be going off to college on athlete’s scholarships. College was a place someone like Vorelando could never approach, alternative career paths were no longer available through tertiary education, either you were employed by Big Vore or you were Big Vore. The only remaining choice anyone had was self sustaining agriculture and Vorelando wanted to do exactly that.

“I’ve told you no a million times man, you could promise me a night on the town with Delicious Pernicious and I’d still tell you no way.”

“Why you gotta be so up tight about it bro, it’s just a bit of vore.” Berry interjects.

“I have my reasons…..”

Berry looked at Vorelando with a sad resignation. Kobe jumped down off his desk, put an arm around his shoulder and turned him the other way.

“Don’t bother trying with that prick, he’s never up for any kind of fun.”

Despite saying that, Kobe was really looking out for Vorelando, leading the topic of conversation away from him. He had never once asked Vorelando why he wasn’t into vore, it didn’t matter to him.

Suddenly the bell rang for the end of school, an hour earlier than usual on account of everyone’s plans to head to the voratorium and watch Kobe and Berry’s matches. The faculty had decided to let off early, anticipating issues transporting this many students to the city in a timely fashion.

It was a decent lengths to Crackremento and Berry’s match was starting at 8, they’d need to leave now to be in early. 2456 students out of 2457 were planning to go, this was a real event.

Not wanting to get caught up in the crowd, Vorelando slung his bag over his shoulder and sped towards the door. On his was past, he gave his friends some parting words.

“Good luck you two.”

“You too man.” Kobe said as Berry remained silent.

As he walked out the door, Vorelando contemplated waving goodbye but decided against it. You don’t say goodbye to friends, he thought, especially not the last two you’ll ever have.

Vorelando ran past everyone leaving the school to make sure he got to the bus stop by himself. He got on the first bus that arrived, the 69b. It didn’t take him home but he didn’t want to go home. If he did, a certain someone would come and drag him to the voratorium. His plan was to take this bus to its destination and make it home from there. He reckoned if he was in motion, he couldn’t be found and by the time he was off this bus it would be too late to make the matches on time even if he was.

He rested his head against the window and dozed off. All he could see were dreams of his future. Just Vorelando, a few cows and a zucchini patch. That was all he wanted.

….

………

Suddenly Vorelando was woken by the sound of someone slapping the window of the bus as it was moving. The driver slowed to a stop to let the person on, not an uncommon occurrence in a town as small as the one Vorelando lived.

He rested his head back against the window and closed his eyes once more.

“Now Vorelando, why the hell did you make yourself so hard to find.”

A familiar voice sat itself down beside him. It belonged to Cayenne Peppers, the baddest bitch this side of the switch. He’d known her since he was a kid but both had agreed to keep that a secret when he moved back. He was grateful to her for that, he couldn’t have stayed here if people knew who he was.

“How did you catch up to me Yen?

Cayenne tried to control her breathing but couldn’t prevent herself gasping for air. She was drenched in sweat and her cheeks were flushed. It took Vorelando back to a primal time in his ancestry. Given the chance, he would absolutely destroy Cayenne Peppers.

“I cycled.”

“Then where’s your bike?”

“Gone, you owe me new one.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

“Yeah you do.”

“No I fucking don’t.”

“Look we can leave the bike thing for later, what are you doing here Vo?”

This was why Vorelando hadn’t gone home, he knew Cayenne would’ve found him. He had considered a more elaborate plan that involved him getting off the bus at every stop and switching routes, but he thought that what he’d done would suffice. It hadn’t.

“I’m taking a day trip.”

“To where.”

“Anywhere.”

“Well so am I.”

“Really? That’s very spontaneous of you.”

“You should come with me.”

“Where are you going?”

“Crackremento City.”

“I think I’ll pass, that’s where the Voratorium is.”

*slap*

Cayenne’s hand struck Vorelando’s face like a crackfiend.

“You make me sick Vorelando. This is your last chance to see your only real friends do what they love, maybe your last chance to see them period and you’re gonna leave ‘em high and dry.”

“It’s not about them, I just can’t go.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s all about you. Always is when it comes to vore.”

“You know why I can’t go, get off my case.”

“No. I know why you can’t compete, why you don’t want to enter the heptagonal cage. I understand that, if you don’t want to bear that burden, it’s your choice.”

“Then-“
“But it sure isn’t an excuse to not sit outside it and support your friends. You know they’d do anything for you.”

“You’re right Cayenne, you’re right…. But still, I can’t go back to the voratorium after what happened….”

“You don’t even have to watch, you only have to be there. I’ll get you a fucking blindfold if you’re that worried.”

Cayenne was right. If this were anything else he’d be in the stands supporting he brothers. He couldn’t keep running from it, Vore permeated every piece of the society he lived in, he was always going to have to face that reality eventually and the day he finally did had arrived.

Vorelando stood up with as much sex appeal as humanly possible.

“Goodness, Vorelando.” Cayenne gasped.

He checked the time on his phone, it was already 6:30, Berry’s match was to start at 8.

“I’m guessing you didn’t come here with a plan to get us to the Voratorium by 8 did you?”

“I didn’t think I’d be able to convince you to go to be perfectly honest.”

“Well you did.”

“Right, well, uh, maybe…..”

Cayenne tried to stand up and formulate a plan but Vorelando pushed her back into her seat.

“I’m taking over from here, make sure to hold on to your seat.”

He marched up to the front of the bus towards the bus driver.

But then he paused. How did he get here? He was talking to Cayenne, he had talked to Berry earlier… but weren’t they dead?

Had he not watched Berry get eaten at today’s finals already? Had he not stepped up in his place? Hadn’t he gone on to eat Cayenne Peppers while defending the aesthetic qualities of feet?

A splitting headache crashed into Vorelando’s mind as everything came back to him. Voran had tried to overwrite his memories but Vorelando was too central to everything that had happened. He remembered.

Your actions might have consequences but mind don’t.

He had watched his father rewind all of time to the beginning. He had watched the big bang, all of creation. The birth of life, the birth of civilization. Though all ages, all 3 world wars right up to this exact moment. Then he had paused things right here, put Vorelando back where he had been sitting and tried to erase his memories.

Vorelando felt sick. What could he do against that? He had just remembered his swearing revenge on Voran Magic and come to the realisation that it would be impossible in the very same moment. He wanted to lay down and die but his father surely wouldn’t allow it. He would just rewind time again, seal his memories once more and let things play their course.

He collapsed into one of the seats just behind Bus Man.

“Rough day?” Bus Man asked.

“Rough eternity.” Vorelando replied.

“Yeah, me too, me too.”

To check that he wasn’t going completely insane, Vorelando asked Bus Man a simply question.

“Yo Bus Man, what you think about New Zealand?”

“The country? I don’t know, I guess it’s kind of mid.”

Vorelando threw his head back into the seat, defeated. Bus Man remembered the nation of New Zealand. It was all real.

Of course Voran Magic was undefeated, he had as many do overs as he wanted. Even worse, that meant that the Massacre at the Maracana hadn’t been a tactic to win a match, Voran had done it because he felt like it.

“What’s the point?” Vorelando asked.

“The point of what?” Bus Man replied.

“Any of it. All of it. What’s the point? I feel so helpless.”

“We all feel a little helpless inside I think. Humans are fragile creatures, our egos get in our way. Most of us can’t even get the hang of waking up in the morning yet we like to get all metaphysical about ‘oh, what’s the point of existence, why don’t I just end it all?’ Fuck that noise, just let my buy my milk, I want to go home and cry just as much as you do.

“Sure, we’re just a bunch of multi cell organisms on a big space rock orbiting a giant ball of fire. Discussing the point of existence seems really trivial when you think about it like that. You don’t consider the existential point of ants, they’re just fucking ants. We’re all just fucking ants. If we were so goddamn special, why is my milk consistently out of date like 2 days after I buy it? Is it that hard to rotate your stock? Jesus fucking christ alive sometimes I want to take this bus and ram it into a middle school!”

Vorelando took in everything that Bus Man was saying.

“That doesn’t make me feel any better man.”

“It wasn’t meant to make you feel better, it was meant to make you feel like you’re not alone.”

Vorelando figured that did help a bit. Even if his father had reinstated capitalism by reversing the flow of time, at least he wasn’t this guy.

One day, he’d try everything all over again but for right now, he just wanted to ride those Bus Vibes all the way to the ocean.

“Yo, Bus Man.”

“What?” Bus man replied.

“You got an aux cord up in this bitch?”

“Sure do brotha.”

He tossed the cord over and Vorelando used it to plug his phone into the stereo system.

He was sad, defeated, hopeless. He felt like he could indulge in one tragic song to see him through these dark times…

Oshiete oshiete yo sono shikumi wo boku no naka ni dare ga iru no?

(Tell me… tell me how this all works; who lies within me?)

Kowareta kowareta yo kono sekai de kimi ga warau nanimo miezu ni

(I’m broken, broken amidst this world. But you’re smiling, blind to it all.)

Kowareta boku nante sa iki wo tomete

(I’m broken anyway, so I halt my breath;)

Hodokenai mou hodokenai yo shinjitsu sae freeze

(I can’t unravel myself… even the truth’s in a freeze.)

Kowaseru kowasenai kurueru kuruenai

(I can break this— it’s unbreakable… I’ll go insane— I can’t lose my mind…)

Anata wo mitsukete yureta

(Then I found you… and felt something give way!)

Yuganda sekai ni dandan boku wa sukitotte mienakunatte

(In this twisted world, my form grows more and more transparent, until it can’t even be seen.)

Mitsukenaide boku no koto wo mitsumenaide

(Please don’t find me… don’t look upon me.)

Dareka ga egaita sekai no nake de anata wo kizutsuketaku wa nai yo

(In this world that someone else imagined, I simply don’t want to hurt you.)

Oboeteite boku no koto wo azayaka na mama

(So please remember me, as vivid as I used to be.)

Mugen ni hirogaru kodoku ga karamaru mujaki ni waratta kioku ga sasatte

(Endlessly expanding solitude wraps around me, and I’m reminded of times I laughed innocently,)

Ugokenai ugokenai ugokenai ugokenai ugokenai ugokenai yo

(But I can’t move, can’t move, can’t move, can’t move, can’t move, can’t move…)

Unravelling the world

(Unravelling the world)

Kawatteshimatta kaerenakatta

(Something changed… I couldn’t change it back…)

Futatsu ga karameru futari ga horobiru

(Those two versions of myself intertwine, both facing destruction.)

Kowaseru kowasenai kurueru kuruenai

(I can break this— it’s unbreakable… I’ll go insane— I can’t lose my mind…)

Anata wo kegasenai yo yureta

(But I won’t let you be defiled!)

Yuganda sekai ni dandan boku wa sukitotte mienakunatte

(In this twisted world, my form grows more and more transparent, until it can’t even be seen.)

Mitsukenaide boku no koto wo mitsumenaide

(Please don’t find me… don’t look upon me.)

Dareka ga shikunda kodoku na wana ni mirai ga hodoketeshimau mae ni

(In this lonely trap that someone planned, before the future becomes unraveled…)

Omoidashite boku no koto wo azayaka na mama

(Please remember who I was, as vivid as I used to be.)

Wasurenaide wasurenaide wasurenaide wasurenaide

(Don’t forget, don’t forget, don’t forget, don’t forget…)

Kaeteshimatta koto ni paralyze

(I’m paralyzed by the fact I’ve changed…)

Kaerarenai koto darake no paradise

(In a paradise made of nothing I can change…)

Oboeteite boku no koto wo

(So please just remember me.)

Oshiete oshiete boku no naka ni dare ga iru no?

(Tell me… tell me… who lies within me?)

Bye-bye for now, Vorelando Jones.