The point of view...

Ok, I promise it's the last post about writing and story. :P I'll give you a detailed walkthrough to Robert's path and I'll focus on writing chapter 9. But as writing chapters 7 and 8 caused that The Parity became my main goal, I had many occasions to think about meta-writing. As I keep saying - it's my first game, and there are new challenges in my life.

So, I show you the scene from chapter 9 I had in mind about... hmm... a year, I think. I did an exercise. I imagined what the members of the main cast could say about other characters. Some of those statements you already saw in the game - when Olivia spoke about Carl in Prologue is probably the best example. It's the first time when you meet Carl, and that opinion sets the stage for the character. 

One of my goals in writing this story was to create complex characters. It's harder in second-person narrative than in third-person narrative, as I can't, as the narrator, show the moments when Paul(ine) is wrong or it's just his/her point of view. I need the other characters to do that. And you, the readers, are forced to trust some characters. You already know that Martha doesn't know everything about the Parity ("the-first-dick-you-saw" wasn't bullshit, was the serious threat). You know that Olivier can hide his real opinions and when he's in a bad mood he can be really nasty. And well, now you have the person who was showed in a really bad light, who's talking about the character that I show you as the prince charming. ;) Who would you trust? 

-- The text from the screen --

"Justin knows how to be a victim, that's all," she said and smirked. "But he doesn't understand Claudia. She isn't interested in him because he was a victim. She wants him because he's smart, shy boy and she can make him shine. She doesn't give a shit about his past."

Her confidence which was in fact an arrogance as always irritated you, but you were also surprised. She never spoke about Justin this way.

"Justin is the victim," you said coldly. "Didn't you see his scars?"

She chuckled.

"Sure I did," she mocked. "He made sure that everyone around him would tell that moving story about poor genius beaten by his own father and that he still sacrifices himself for his constantly drunken mother. This is exactly what I am talking about. He knows how to be a victim. He's pretty good at it."

You shook your head. That was just offending.

"And that's why it's good that you are a girl, not him," she said with a wry smile. "Only a boy can suffer at the stage like Justin does. Because it's a heroic tale. Nobody harassed him sexually. Being a beaten boy is awful, but people like to hear that story. They want to be a part of this story, just like your parents. They could be proud of themselves for how noble they are. They can give such a story a happy end. If he was a girl, he probably would be sexually harassed since the time he learned how to flush the toilet. Nobody would help him. And he would be broken right now, like all these poor girls. There would be no bruises your father would find, Paul. But as I say," she added and her smile went even wider, "he's a hero. He's a survivor. He went through Hell and now he deserved to take his prize. He will even fuck a princess in the great finale. Lucky him and lucky you! It's so obvious that he chose Claudia. It was the female version of you he could fuck. As a boy, you were always better than him. He was your league because of your pity and compassion. He needed to be grateful because he had no alternative. But as a girl? Please. You can't be his rival if he makes you his bitch."

You listened to her shocked.

"I know how it feels. You stopped to respect me when I let you fuck me."

Ok, enough of this crap.
She was out of her mind.
No, it couldn't be... could it?