Wiki Wednesday #381 - charonkeke's PHOBOS

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Wiki Wednesday #381 - charonkeke's PHOBOS

Phobos is a twenty year old demiboy who likes fire.

Who is PHOBOS?

Art from Bank 

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(Fiction)

It was the end of an era. I was sitting on the sidewalk trying to figure out my life. I had it planned. My parents pretended to go along with the plan.

I was going to graduate high school and live at home while I commuted to college. And then they struck me... Divorce. Super amicable. They knew when I was seven that it was over, but they wanted to give me a normal high school life with two parents in the same house. Now one was moving to Florida and the other was moving to Minnesota and I needed to pick. Cold, old people, or being semi-homeless? They were selling the house no matter what. I didn't apply to schools in two states I had never even thought of going to. It was so stupidly random.

"Nadia..." I heard the whisper. I hadn't heard it in a while. Not since my parents actually started calling for me to come inside before sunset. I stood and walked towards the voice.

It was the lemon tree in the back of Old Man Delmar's House. The house was a condemned pile of rubble, but the tree was just as perfect as when I was seven. 

I reached past the chain link fence and touched the trunk. I remember trying so hard to reach out and touch it when it whispered to me. But my short little arms couldn't reach it. 

"Nadia..." 

I felt my insides scrunch up, like my spine was in my throat. I didn't want to cry. I wanted the voice to make some stupid joke. Oh, Nadia, when life gives you lemons! Maybe a lemon could fall on me and I could get knocked out and this would all be a dumb dream! 

"You'll make it, Nadia."

I shook my head. My tears felt like lava running down my face. I don't cry. I'm too grown. Too mature. I wasn't crying... I forced my back not to heave. It hurt to hold it in, but I needed to.

"I don't just talk to anyone..." The voice was so soft and warm and I let myself have one restrained sob before bracing my body again. The voice continued. "It's goodbye, isn't it? This isn't the life for you."

I wished I was wearing sleeves so I could just blot away the proof of my emotions. "They let me just apply to schools around here. They didn't warn me. I won't be able to go to college."

"Is that so bad, Nadia?"

I shook my head. I looked up at the tree. I pulled my arm away. I turned around and walked away. 

Yes, magical tree, I thought bitterly. It really is so bad. Yeah, I'm sure I'll make it. But I don't want to be strong!

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned. She was tall and glowing and ethereal as she stood before me in human form. I broke and let her embrace me as I sobbed.

How is PHOBOS' bank?

Phobos is acknowledged to have subpar quality because the voice provider lacked a microphone. Here is a PSA: A phone is better than a cheap microphone. I've worked with a lot of audio from cheap microphones and I've worked with a lot of audio from phones. Phones fail in really predictable ways that you just kind of learn to deal with. Cheap microphones fail in the strangest ways.

That being said, the quality here is fine! When you listen to the samples, there is a weird rumble, but the engine noise drowns it out for the most part. The voice is nice and youthful.

Where can I download PHOBOS?

You can find the bank on PHOBOS' wiki page.