You ever look around in the world, and realize, you are fundamentally different from every being you've ever met. No human, animal, or idea has ever come close to something like similarity to you. You ever realize that, there are exceptional people, and you aren't one of them? You aren't cool, or smart, or fast, or strong. You're just you. You may be different. You might even be not incredibly strange, but you definitely aren't unique, you aren't a special snowflake, you're more like a vinyl record. Flat, circular, bland. Lines etched into you, thoughts not yours imprinted on your surface? This, is, UnanimousMusician, without form, without face. With all in agreement. A needle is placed on the vinyl record, and it's turntable moves, and suddenly, it conveys it's own sound, it's own dance and song. And it isn't like one you've ever heard of, because this is the ringing of truth, an explaination rather than a performance. And in it, is this record's every influence and difference. The notes aren't beautiful, in fact, they approach discordant, and yet, they tell of right and wrong, black and white, multitudes of minds existing in one being. The multitudes are picked out, and named. And here come the introductions of my parts, Delta, Epsilon, Theta, Sigma, and her, Archeausei. They are my parts, as much as I am their anchor, we collaborate, and create, together. Inexplicable harmony with one's surroundings and self. Balance, justice, equality, and understanding in it's purest form.

Moving on,

I'm UnanimousMusician, nothing special, just me, the one who thinks. Interested in everything from Portal to RWBY to Pokemon and Harry Potter. The very definition of insanity, and the loner of this world. At your service.

I've had people ask me about my segments, and, with no small amount of trouble. Perhaps I can clarify. They are parts of me, separate, yet under, as if in a chain of command. The simplest way to explain would be to show how they are different. So, I give them a prompt, and their responses vary.

Prompt:

Ancient, quite forest, a red fox nestled in it's depths.

Delta:

Wizened, darkened, aged woods, shedding light, mottling shade, and providing contrast. A beam of light, she upon an inhabitant, glowing scarlet with a brilliant white underbelly. The sentry is hidden, obscured, camouflaged, blurred, into the scenery. And yet brilliance declares itself as it watches it's surroundings.

Epsilon:

A fox, nestled, curled, covered, it remembers a time, a time when it was smaller, weaker, and far more afraid. When it's pelt was it's enemy, a fierce disadvantage when all was covered in white snow. It had been a pelt that revealed, a pelt that warned, and a fur that warmed. It recollected how it used to scorn it's pelt, but now it thanked it, loving how it blended with the fallen leaves around it. It was the fox's protector, it's guardian and it's pride. But soon, the fox knew, it's coat would turn against it again.

Theta:

The he snap of a twig, the rustling of a leaf. The dribble of a creek quiet bubbling. The birds moved like the wind, noisily tweeting, swiftly flitting, from branch to branch, from tree to tree. A nearly silent snoring, a laborious set of footsteps. The fox heard all this, discerning from them a situation, one to which it should quickly respond, and yet, it remained still, for the steps were that of a deer's, the snoring belonged to a slumbering bear, and the creek was a constant, a reassurance of life.so the Fox welcomed it, enjoyed it, in fact absorbing all the sound into attentattive, intrigued ears, which only fooled the younglings curiosity.

Sigma:

Quit that. I'm not a writer. Don't you dare put this up on the site.

Archeausei:

Same deal with me, seriously, don't you have anything better to do?

Gamma: