Story Debate

This is going to be a story debate. Both parties, bot PRO and CON, build a story together. The debater who creates the more interesting, more well-written and overall superior parts to the story shall be the winner. S/G and conduct will be awarded as usual. Sources will not be given out. Arguments go to the debater whose rounds were better written. Plot, prose and characterization are all going to be important. If there are any questions, you can answer them in the comments.Four roundsTwo week voting period72 Hours to argue8,000 character limitVote commentsOnly members who are ranked better than me can accept.I look forward to the debate.And with that, I will begin:***Around these parts, there is a legend. No, make that a myth. Because this tale is used to describe how certain natural phenomena came about. What it is is a half-truth. Many of the events that happened that were described in the myth are real, and the people in it, Konrad Rask and Axel Ahlstrom, are certainly not phonies. However, the good of one and the evil of the other are certainly exaggerated. And of course, Konrad and Axel were certainly not in any way special.So, I tell you what, I'm going to do something that could get me killed. I am going to tell the truth. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. There's no need messing around with myths that are propagated by those who want us to forget the truth. I am going to tell you Axel's and Konrad's tale.*We start our little narrative with Konrad. We meet him as he's running across some great and green forests of a country which has been forgotten by time after The Revelation. Konrad's running as if he was chased by wolves, but no. He was being chased by wild beasts of a different kind. Much deadlier.Konrad spotted a modest stream. Konrad struggled slowing down while trying to navigate the rough drop-off between the stream and the rest of the forest. Konrad, a small and meager man with undisturbing blond hair and green eyes as green as the forest around him with an intellect superior than the normal obeying simpleton in society, fell flat on his face.If it was any other day, where he was not being hunted like a fox, he would have moaned and groaned and would be sad at his broken glasses. But Konrad, already beaten and bruised from his trek through the forest, was not wearing glasses as he sprung up, not minding that his whole body ached or needed air or food or plans for the night. Konrad scrambled over to the stream and started sucking as much teeth-hurting cold water as he can. After being a little less the adequately refreshing himself, he looked over his shoulder. Nobody. Not a sound. Konrad still hastened himself from the petite ravine that he was in, knowing that his pursuers should be right on his tail.The reason for Konrad's desperate attempt at escape is a rather complicated one, and it originates far before his being pursued. It actually starts long before that.If you want to be technical, this whole thing started with Konrad's kindergarten teacher. She ordered her students' to be seated in desks so that the shortest kid's desk was in the row nearest to her and the tallest kid's locker was the one that was farthest away from her. Which meant that Konrad and Axel were in the exact middle of the classroom. Konrad noticed that he had lots of gummy worms and that the person next to him didn't have any. Konrad, the little communist that he was back then, offered some gummy worms to his classmate. And the pair were sorta-kinda-maybe acquaintances from then on, until much later.That was the year that they were, by a freak chance, to be roommates in their nation's top engineering school. They, against all odds, forged an excellent compatriotship with each other. For a few years, they were an unstoppable engineering force making companies salivate at the sight of them. Their life was very, very good.Then The Revelation happened. That stopped everything, including our intrepid duo.The Revelation really screwed up the world. In fact, of the two effects that were actually important, that was it's most important feature. It destroyed multiple facets of then-modern life: means of transportation and communication, any and all things that operated on electricity, all governance, you know. The sort of stuff that leads to people huddling up together in small xenophobic communities hunting, gathering, and looking for hope.By then, Konrad wasn't a little Communist anymore and Axel, a large, raven-haired, and quiet man, wasn't receiving gifts from Konrad, whether it was gummy worms or answers to test questions. Instead, Axel, with his meager hunting and gathering skills, was providing for Konrad. It was the least he could do in their situation.One of those days when Axel stepped out into the world to provide for Konrad, their lives would be altered forevermore.That particular day was a bad day for Axel. First of all, it was an overcast day. Axel hated overcast days; they dulled the world. He liked the sky to be blue, the grass to be green and the clouds to be white. In addition, it was getting colder, which meant that game was coming harder and harder to come by. Prime example #1 of this phenomena was Axel's haul for the day. He didn't know how he, let alone he and Konrad, were going to survive.As Axel trudged back from hunting with a little bit less than adequate haul, he, by chance, tripped. His stuff went everywhere. Groaning, Axel cursed Fate’s diabolic sense of humor. And then he looked up, and saw a ghostly white hand that had seemingly seen the likes of a working sink and soap. Looking further up, Axel found a delicate smiling face with two dainty lapis lazuli blue eye flanked by dainty orange-red hair.“May I help you up?” said the angel.“Certainly. Who are you?”"You can call me Eva."Taking her hand, Axel pulled himself up. He discovered that she was a little bit taller than himself, who was used to being the tallest person in the room. She was dressed in a pure white linen robe that was so far superior to Axel’s supremely worn-out rags for clothes, that Axel was embarrased. Everything about the mysterious lady was in some way better than Axel. Why would she help a mere mortal like him?“I see that you haven’t had the best of luck with hunting,” said the marvelous woman, “I think that I can help you.”“You can? How?”Later, Axel came back with an excess of food for both him and Konrad. Konrad, who was busing himself with building traps, was amazed. Unknown to both of them, Axel had gained more than an abundance of quarry. Konrad, while being a very happy man for the wealth of food, was immediately suspicious.The other thing that The Revelation, a horrible, firey, apocalyptic, but otherwise very beautiful event, brought with it was something that no sober human had seen before: angels. They had divine abilites that far superceded those of humans. In addition, they were good actors. They were not inherently good, but they were not inherently bad.On an unrelated note, that night, an old man just so happened to see a forboding shape in the night. He did not investigate it, because it game him the chills. Also that night, the angel Eva was forwarding her plans for Axel.***