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.
Don't you?
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.
If fear is what you want, all the more reason not to give it.
ReplyDeleteBut Meddie, we can always MAKE you give it to us.
DeleteYou give it to us, whether you want to or not. All Father has to do is blink in and you all become ripe with the stuff. We can smell it, almost taste it. We can hear your hearts beating so fast...
DeleteYou're right. I am secretly a Time Lord. How did you know?
DeleteOh, fuck. I'm not one of those "punk-ass kids" am I?
ReplyDeleteThen again, if being a punk-ass kid means you don't take shit and have hope, then I am very proud to wear the mantle of Punk-Ass Kid.
I find your hope lacking. We've been over this.
DeleteSo, you aren't such a fan of smug pTHEATTENDANTSARECONTROLLINGYOUTHEATTENDANTSARECONTROLLINGYOUTHEATTENDANTSARECONTROLLINGYOUTHEATTENDANTSARECONTROLLINGYOUTHEATTENDANTSARECONTROLLINGYOUTHEATTENDANTSARECONTROLLINGYOUTHEATTENDANTSARECONTROLLINGYOUeople. How about smug proxies? 'Cause you may want to spend some time on introspection.
ReplyDeleteNot Technically a Proxy anymore. By definition anyway.
DeleteLooks like it didn't work, Lovett. Better luck next time.
DeleteDid he seriously think that would make me... I dunno. Feel Bad?
DeleteNot talking about that. Talking about Percep. Barrier. Nothing you need to worry your little head over, Luke.
DeleteDid you at least notice weird spacing on the top line?
DeleteHope can over come Fear. I already killed two and sealed one Fear.
ReplyDeleteYour Father is next. So shut the fuck up, nobody is listening. Not even proxies apparently.
You mean the Rake? Bah. Saw him personally two months ago. You accomplished NOTHING. You ARE nothing. Everything you do is a failure. I am reasonably certain we don't exist in the same reality, mind you, so I cannot deal with your smug, arrogant stupidity permanently... But if you ever Bleed into our Dimension, you are Fair Game and you are DINNER.
DeleteI thought I'd taste more like breakfast. But Oh well.
DeleteI mean The Rake and the Unnamed child and a powerfull dying man shard that had taken over the Unnamed child.
Just because I don't exist in your Universe doesn't mean I didn't succeed in mine. (And if I can do it in mine, others can do it in theirs.)
Also I probably already did bleed over, but back then you were dead. (The time I met incognito. Since you're after Sanna and she spent time with him as well. So at some point..) And if it does happen again we'll see if you can keep up with that big mouth of yours. You know, right before I pump it full of bullets.
Blah, Blah, Blah Blah Blah.
DeleteJust because you succeeded in your Pathetic Universe, doesn't mean you CAN succeed in this one. Specifically because you can't. Don't assume all Universes work the same, and don't you DARE come around these parts pushing your own ideas of how This Universe works. I am good and insulted now.
Believe me. We are never going to meet. If we did, I would erase you. Permanently. It is what an insufferable idiot like you deserves. Now Piss Off. Go play with Sandra and all those others like you. "Fear Killers" what a Joke. Take your idiot ideas and smug attitude back to your own dimension.
Why would I give a shit about your Universe? I don't control dimensional bleeding though. I'll worry about the Fears in my Universe. Can't go across the entire multiverse killing them over and over. Unfortunatly.
DeleteBut if I do get a shot at another verse's Fear, I won't back down. Honestly you should just accept that your Father ain't all you think he is. Maybe He is a God in your verse but that doesn't mean the other Gods can't kill him. Nothing is eternal. (Except the Quiet, but then again the Quiet IS nothing. o:)
Also what dimension? There's eleven of those you know. (I wasn't aware one of them was mine.) Unless you meant Universe, which is an entirely different thing.
Wrath is Eternal.
DeleteThere's still a chance he can die. Everything has a weakness. I think our chances are better now more than ever because of the fact that so many of us are beating the odds. ~ C
ReplyDeleteIsn't that the gambler's fallacy? That current odds can affect future odds?
DeleteIf I rolled a natural twenty seven times, the odds on rolling another one for try number 8 are one in twenty. The odds total are more like 0.05^8, but each individual attempt is one in twenty.
I wasn't meaning odds entirely. Pretty much, so many of us are actually far better off than it appears. Many of us have done and survived where other have fallen. Where others thought we would fall. When everyone thought we were killed. ~ C
DeleteSubtle.
DeleteBut yeah, the odds on surviving proxies is orders of magnitude higher than the odds on surviving Slendy.
So even if you're twice as good as people say (for example), you're still fucked.
That which is not alive, cannot die. None of you get it. You have to see it first hand to understand... They aren't Alive. They predate the mutation of life. Their physical forms are only manifestations of their true power and glory. They require no energy, they are not bound by the laws of physics or gravity... They are not bound by any Universal Law. Their nature is so Godlike and Ominpotent that they can rewrite the Universe's Rules on a whim. You cannot kill what cannot die. You cannot destroy what has no form. You cannot Win against Gods.
DeleteAzoth, at the very least, is alive.
DeleteThey have rules. They have been proven, time and time again, to *not* be omniscient or omnipotent. They're powerful, but not all powerful.
Gods have been won against multiple times in various mythologies.
Typically by descendants, something older than them, or a mandated rival that is as old as they are. Specific theatric things.
DeleteEven when a god does 'die', it usually isn't dead. Its just disabled. See all of the titans. They weren't killed. They were imprisoned in the place where the gods later sent the dead.
I refuse to show fear. Am I scared? Hell yeah. Do I show it? I try not to.
ReplyDeleteWe can't kill them? We can sure as hell try.
I find your point of focus entirely miss placed.
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