Perception Filter on this post is OFF Boys and Girls. Traveling to Berlin. Why? Multiple Reasons why. Europe seems to be where most of the action is these days anyway. Need to see if Proxy German Division exists and if I need to whip it into shape. Bound to be plenty of runners to play with though. I mean. For a while there, a lot of people thought Father was a German Boogeyman as opposed to a True God. Laughable isn't it? HAHAHAHAHA.
People used to grossly underestimate what they were dealing with. But now? You know don't you... Hell, maybe you know too much. I kind of miss that. No excuse for any clever runner NOT to know what they are dealing with. I remember reading the initial wave of blogs. I loved how disorganized they were, I loved how they tried to rationalize things. Their lack of knowledge lead to SUCH fear. But now... That bit of fear is gone. You know so much, or you think you do. With knowledge comes feelings of... Safety. You know how it works, who it targets... Even shreds of what it is.
I suppose in a way, even after death... All those runners. Zeke Strahm, Zero, Reach, Robert, M, Maduin... Even after death they continue to cause problems for us. Having their petty blogs as resources for other runners to compare notes and pick up on tricks. Certainly kills part of my enjoyment. Instead of people holding their back to the light, staring into the ever shifting darkness that surrounds them, trembling with fear of what could be lurking within... We have smug, punk ass kids who think they have a chance at killing or surviving against something that has killed FAR braver, tougher and smarter people than you lot could ever Be.
Your Fear makes this interesting. It is your fear that we want. Without that, you are just punks with guns and keyboards. Meat to tenderize and flay alive. Really look at you all. For all the guns, and the training and the goals of survival, or anarchy, or killing Father. What have you accomplished? You have killed a few proxies? Woop-de-doo. Either we have more, or Father doesn't really need us. We weren't always around you know. Father did not need us then, and he does not need us now. Maybe you managed to hurt him with some fantastic invention? Magnets and Electricity? Assuming it REALLY caused pain, or some equivalent of pain... It can't stop him. You can't kill him. You can't make him disappear. Everything you do is meaningless, and the only reason you continue to live is for the Game and the amusement we all feel from it.
Of course. I am a Proxy. Was a Proxy. No reason to take a word that comes out my mouth seriously. So you'll snark at me and belittle me and try poking holes in my statements. Remember what I said about smugness? Now my greatest joy in life is watching that smugness disappear. When you lay there, holding in your own guts, bleeding and crying. In such agony that death might be a welcome release... You will know humility. You will realize where your lofty goals lead you to. The world will move on, as it always has, without you. Without you making the smallest impact on anything. You are toys to be played with and discarded when the time comes. Nothing more, nothing less.
But yes. Berlin is where I am headed to next. A few errands to run. Dinner to prepare. Cultists to meet. I am bringing Dr. Marsh with me, of course. So this is a formal invitation. Redlight. Catch us if you can.