"Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#1 Buddamoose VS TUF

Unfortunately Buddamoose was not able to make the last round due to a busy schedule, so I arranged it with him, to post his response via a dead link which can be found above. It is pertinent to the story that the viewers click on this link, as I will be continuing off of this.http://www.debate.org...Thankyou! Chapter 7: Zenbetna (Bonus Material can be found with this this link, again, reading it is optional)Renault experienced many things in that moment. So many things, in fact, that he to him, it was all just a collated jumble of nonsense. But when Renault picked out an individual emotion, or feeling, he could hone in on it, focus on what it was, and understand it. The first the Renault noticed was, his pain was gone. Completely. As if he hadn't just been carved into, and stabbed just moments ago. In fact, as far as the physical realm was concerned, Renault could feel absolutely nothing. It was then that Renault realized the most shocking and confusing information. His body... Was gone. He no longer was a physical being. A soul, drifting, into a void of dark, black empty space.There was no movement, and no where to move. Renault had been transformed into a thought, empty, floating, and weightless.Suddenly, a fear enclosed Renault, a fear he had never felt before. It was intensified, as Renault was completely helpless, and exposed. Renault had never been so vulnerable. The complete lack of control made him feel almost claustrophobic (Renault realized feeling like this was an oddity given his open state of being). Then the thought occurred to him.Am I dead? Suddenly, the black environment, seem to reverberate as if it sensed his thought, as if he were actually speaking the words. His thought was identifiable, which severely interested Renault. Where one could normally attach a voice to a different person, Renault could do the same with the way his thought had sounded- No that wasn't the word. The sense of hearing could not accurately be defined by any of his earthly senses. It was almost a different concept of reality in and of itself, he realized, as he judged the sound of the thought he had projected. It had a flavor to it, one of aged loneliness. The thought had a solemn ring to it, with a tint of hope. The that almost could be distinguished as belonging to something else, however, Renault knew it was his own thought. He could almost completely connect to the thought, and felt he understood everything about himself, just from having projected his own question. A sense of eerie fascination resignated from his being, as he tried to process the paranormal requisitions of his surrounding presence.No. I told you I wouldn't kill you Mitchell Renault. I have simply made you... Whole.The response vibrated through him, as Renault could sense the presence of every word deep within him. As with his own words, Renault could define the flavor of the presence that had just made itself known. This one was aged, unlike his however. This one was really old, almost thousands of years. It was intelligent beyond belief, experienced, and excitable. It was as if the thought contained an air of dark eagerness, of something soon to be fulfilled. The patient exaberation of inglorious satisfaction, was permanent in the thoughts of the other.... thing.It thought again.I know you are confused, Mitchell. I know you are afraid. I can feel it. In this, your current state, I can see everything. In this state you are truly vulnerable, and unlimited. The prison humanity has placed you in, has been lifted. Just as you can sense who, and what I am, I can truly understand you as well Mitchell Renault.Renault had so many questions, racing through his... what did he call it anyway? Brain? Mind? He figured that would be a good place to start.What am I?The normal eerie vibrations drifted through his being, as the other presence responded.You are your soul, Renault. Or at least that is the most human term I can associate it with. Here, there are no physical names, properties, or definitions. Everything simply IS.Renault tried to understand, but was having trouble. He decided to ignore his inner conflicts, and ask the bigger question posed on his mind.Where is "here"?As soon as he said the words, he could feel an odd rythmitic vibration flow through him, from the other soul. Renault finally decided that this was humorous, that the other being was laughing.Like I said, there aren't any names defining properties. However, humans from an ancient civilization who have developed myths on the existence of this place, have commonly called this place Zenbetna. You, Mitchell, are in the place of origin. Where everything, begins, and continues. I did not say end. There is no such thing as an ending, Mitchell. Mitchell, have you ever thought it odd that humans commonly associate the death with the end? Even religious zealots who have manipulated themselves into believing in a God, and an afterlife, are more philosophically indulged then those who believe otherwise. There is no end, Mitchell, only a continuation. While humanity suffers, their soul counterparts thrive, here, in the continuity. As the being finished, Renault could suddenly sense another presence. The presence seemed to drift by his thoughts, casually gazing in on him, viewing everything he was, as it slowly dissipated, and eventually was out of range. Renault felt violated. He the sould had completely seen everything he was, secrets, hopes, dreams, and had drifted away as if he had viewed nothing more than an interesting spot of paint on the floor.Renault didn't want to waste time understanding everything that was going on around him, but decided it was time to get to the point.Why did you bring me here? What is the purpose of all this? The response came quickly.Mitchell, I cannot begin to explain to you now my reasons, as we are running out of time. However I have selected you for this, because I can see you. Most souls choose not to return to humanity after they have been requisitioned back into ZenBetna, however, I was different. Humanity, is an inevitable process we all must survive. It is an enlightening process that few souls understand before partaking of it. However, I have found corruption, in it's operation. Humanity, is an obstacle, a harmful prospect to the being of other. In a very short, and non-decrepit version, my goal here is to eradicate corruption completely from humanity, to make the acquisition of eternity a more pilferable solution. Divinity, vs Shackles. Darkness, vs light. Souls who have been corrupt, souls have abused their right to be, must be eradicated. I have taken upon myself, a great responsibility, and I wish to succeed in this. Mitchell, when one returns to humanity after living the full extension of one's life in humanity, they continue to see. I saw, and I searched. There are others like, me, though few. None of them possessed the will, or motivation to help me in my quest. But then I found you, Detective. And when I found you, I knew you were the one who could do this. Who could finally bring the plan I have yet to explain to you in full effect. I saw that you possessed the qualities, to overcome human shackles, to break free, and to ordain yourself in your energy. I saw every thing in you, that would be needed to complete my task. And now I am going to ask you, to help me.'As the thoughts ended, Renault felt frustrated, with the confusing predicament he was faced with.Finally he answered.Why would I help you? The beings reply was short, and dry. Because, Mitchell, I can re-acquaint you with your wife. Renault said nothing, as he attempted to process the thought.------ I plan on putting some details on Zenbetna in the link below, as added bonus material if anyone wants to read it.http://www.debate.org...I am not going to post questions this round, as they are pointless. I'll let budda go where he wants with this one.