ATTENTION ALL SWINE.
I HAVE WATCHED YOUR 'LIVES' FOR THE LONGEST OF TIMES. FILTH. DISGUSTING DISPLAYS. THE MATING AND REBIRTH YOU CAUSE TO HAPPEN TIME AND TIME AGAIN, NEVER BELIEVING THERE COULD BE MORE. MORE.
TELL ME, SWINE- DO YOU HAVE MINDS? OR ARE YOU OF ONE? A SIMPLE PREY MIND? EVEN YOU, WITH YOUR TEETH AND SHARP APPENDAGES- YES- YOU- YOU GIVE IN TO THEIR WAYS. AND WHAT OF YOU WITH YOUR HEADS OF SAPIENS? DOES THE GUT AND LOIN OF ANIMAL OVERRIDE THE PRETTY LITTLE SENTIENCE YOU ARE MEANT TO POSSESS? IS THE FACE A RUSE? DO YOU GRIND BETWEEN YOUR TEETH TREESKINS AND GRASSES WITH THE CREATURES MEANT FOR MEAT? DO YOU HOLD AFFECTION TOWARD THEM? LUST?
YOU DO, DON'T YOU?
HAHAA!
FILTHY, FILTHY MONSTERS. WHERE IS THIS DIGNITY YOU WERE MEANT TO SHOW? A DISGRACE TO YOUR GODS, PERHAPS. DO NOT KNOW, DO WE? WHERE ARE YOUR GODS NOW? WHERE?
THEY LEAVE YOU TO YOUR DEVICES AND
THIS
IS HOW YOU BEHAVE?
ANIMALS.
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DARE YOU TO PLACE YOUR CLOVEN FEET ON ME. DO NOT 'TRACK' MY MOVEMENTS, YOU SCUM. FIGHT ME. FIGHT ME WITH YOUR WORDS, NOT ACTION. FIGHT ME WITH YOUR MINDS. FIGHT ME LIKE YOU HAVE A CHANCE TO BETTER YOURSELVES. LIKE YOU HAVE A CHANCE.
FIGHT ME.
FOR THOSE WHO CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT, THIS IS A CHARACTER. LET'S USE CHARACTERS.
... ... ... hi to you too. |D
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... hi to you too. |D
YES, SWINE. 'HELLO'. YOUR
'HELLO'.
YOUR WAYS...
... HOW DARE CHALLEGE ME. I
I AM SUPERIOR TO YOU, MAJESTC AND BUEATIFULL.
I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU GET PAST MY HUGE GREATNESS AND POWER.
AND YOU ARE ONE WHO FAILS TO
ONE TO BE IGNORED.
WHAT MAKES THY BETTER THAN
I DOUBT YOUR CHEEKYNESS IS WORTH MUCH.
WHILE I DOUBT YOUR MOCKERY IS
YET I GIVE YOU ONE, FROM THE GOODNESS OF MY HEART.
WELL .. I GIVE UP. YOU ARE
I BOW DOWN TO YOUR GREATNESS. TEACH US THE WAY OF LIFE.
LEARN TO READ AND COMPREHEND.
I COULD NEVER TEACH ONE SO CLUELESS OR LOW TO THE GROUND.
"Excuse me, Sir... May I
( alsjfhg I love this >> )
TO LOWER ITS VOICE...TO
TO LOWER ITS VOICE...TO LOWER...
This one, this one comprehends. Perhaps a lesson should be taken from this one, pigs.
You are one of better voice, creature. Speak, and you will have my ears, my attention. Until you prove yet again you are swine just as them.
"Oh dear.. another delusional
"Thank you Sir. First... I
First... I would ask you to speak again... to... reword your former speech for me? My ears are sensitive to screams and yell, so you words lost their meaning to me in the pain your yelling caused."
LOOK AT YOU, LITTLE FEMALE.
SHOW TO ME YOU HAVE SEEN. PROVE TO ME YOU HAVE SEEN MORE THAN I...
...
...but of course, little one of white. My words, to you. I see monster mingle with man, act as animal and look- look how they do so little when they have so much...hehehe...they SQUANDER WHAT THEY ARE GIVEN.
All this space. And monotony. The same, THE SAME.
Do they not have minds, little one of white? Are they stupid?
I wish to hear one admit so, and give way to change for the better.
'Shh, you're not late to the
Before you bust your spleen, paint that kosher picture for us. About the way that should be. Just let it out of your head, all of it.
Or get off the platform.'
"I have to admit, I myself
I have to admit, I wittnessed a few... unpleasent beeings... but I don't bother to go where I am obviously not wanted.
All the same you say...
... yes I noticed a few... repeating things...
But I also noticed this place is by far not as 'Endless' as it was told. Maybe one can't help to be as this place after some time? Just a repeating of landscape, which ever direction one may runs...?"
(not sure if this is what you
"Have you ever been to hell, sir? I have. And I'd rather not go back there again."A pause. " I've -been- through hell. My life may seem pointless to you, but to me, and those close to me, we all greatly treasure what we have. Yes, I've made children, with a mate I adore, and at times I"ve had to fight for that because of others who didn't understand. I've lost a child too, and I"ve adopted many others. None of them are nothing, nor sensless, for I adore them deeply and would put my life on the line for any of them.
I've lost many close to me. I've fought for my right to be here and be accepted and yet left alone.
I've been to Hell, seen lost souls without a purpose. I've stolen two and returned with them. I've battled demons- some my own, some of form.
I've seen plenty. " Another pause.
"Perhaps others would be willing to speak with you and debate IF YOU DID NOT SHOUT SO LOUDLY BECAUSE QUITE FRANKLY IT'S RUDE."
I AM NO PAINTER. MY ART IS
I AM NO PAINTER. MY ART IS INSTIGATION, BEING. TO STIR THE WATERS. THE PLATFORM IS MY OWN FEET. I WILL NOT INSTRUCT WHAT IT SHOULD BE...ONLY WHAT IT SHOULD NOT. THE MONOTONY- THAT IS WHAT IT SHOULD NOT.
...
Perhaps it is so, little white. Perhaps by nature this wasteland should overlap, repeat, rewind and replay. Perhaps it is usele-
SMALL CREATURE, YOU HAVE NOT SEEN HELL. THE STARS IN YOUR EYES WOULD NOT EXIST IF YOU HAD. PERHAPS YOU HAVE 'SAVED' A 'SOUL', PERHAPS YOU HAVE FOUND FONDNESS AND EXPERIENCED ADORATION. NO, YOU HAVE NOT GONE THROUGH HELL. YOUR IMMATURITY, YOUR UNWILLINGNESS TO EVEN ACCEPT MY VOICE AS IT IS...
YOU ARE A CHILD. A CHILD WHO HAS MOVED THROUGH A PETTY HORROR HOUSE, AND THOUGHT IT TO BE WHAT IS THE WORST IN EXISTENCE.
Because you know no better...
Her eyes narrowed. "Perhaps
"Perhaps you are the one who needs to be enlightened. Don't you tell me I am a child. I've seen friends die before my eyes, family, and I could do nothing. I could not save them. And losing a child? One of the worst things that could ever happen. No parent should outlive their child. Especially one who hadn't even begun to see life. Your will to live can drop quite sharply after that, I assure you, sir.
There are stars in my eyes because I was brought back from the brink. I -choose- to see hope. Can you do that? I think not, and perhaps that makes you a child. You can't see farther than your own nose.
I don't accept your voice because quite frankly, it gives me a bloody headache."
"Argh... Sir... please... I
You want change you say?
So you think you can be the thunderstorm - the noisy one - that clears off the damp dull summer heat, by screaming your thunder through this place?"
'Have you a name, though?'
*defiant track!* I'll have to
I'll have to come back to this later. Hmmm.
"Your opinion of yourself
No being respects a predator because it can roar or acts brashly, they respect it because it is quiet and chooses its actions carefully. What brings you to this place, One-Who-Roars?"