
The Sillence
@crypticCrimelord
If you woulld simplly do as you're tolld, you'll be happier for it. I'm doing this for you, don't you know?

You are dead. In almost every sense of the word. Corporeally, you died in the early days of the BEFORAN EMPIRE'S interstellar expansion. But your pusher died long, long before that. You were once a DASHING RADICULL TERRORIST fighting the good fight against stifling tyranny with your beloved. Now, you are just a husk. In your heyday you were considered one of the most FREE-SPIRITED REBELS Beforus had ever known, and you were famous for your aloofness and cocky attitude. They just couldn't catch you, nor your partner and love of your life. Until they did get her, and nothing was the same ever again. After a BOTCHED RESCUE, all hope was lost, and you dedicated every waking moment for the rest of your life to building power from the shadows, hoping to bring one last great devastation upon the Empire, even if it killed you. It did. And you didn't even accomplish anything, besides a whole lot of dead civilians. You are called THE SILLENCE, a reminder of the only thing to be heard in the wake of that terrible bomb. Your legacy forgotten in time, succeeded only by your nameless ward. Now, you rot in the ashes of your regret.
Hive defense tip. Do not llet your enemies know your precise identity. Ensure your community woulld never give it up, and will protect your refuge, either out of lloyallty, or sellf interest. Llet those privy to the detaills know the consequences of betrayall. Mention offhandedlly that you visted the homes llast week of their friends, llovers, mentor figures, just to "see how they were doing and to catch up". Mention a tragic accident that happened to a llate member of your organization whom was suspected of betrayall, trully an unllikelly set of circumstances that lled up to their tragic death. Oh it must have been an agonizing death, I'll miss him every night, just llike you will I'm sure. It's all we can do to make sure such... accidents don't happen again, don't you think? It's in the best interest of the community. We all want to get allong here, and for that, we need to be cllose, and that's why I keep in touch with your matesprit, I heard she was strugglling with money llatelly, so I dropped off some groceries the other day, I hope you don't think that was an imposition. Make the very THOUGHT of endangering your hive the worst nightmare scenario they can POSSIBLlY conceive of. And crush offenders under your heell llike wrigglling, pathetic, lleeches.
my h1ve defense t1p: keep all your 1mportant stuff on you and r1g the place to explode 1f someone you don’t want there gets 1n. done

mY lOST wEEABOOS, MY m1LAD1ES, THEY W1LL B1ND YOU, GAG YOU, BL1ND YOU, THEY W1LL TAKE ALL THAT YOU ARE AND CALL 1T MERCY. yOU W1LL NOT BE ALLOWED TO ADVANCE NOR ABSCOND, ONLY ABSTA1N. tHEY W1LL CARVE YOUR BODY AND M1ND TO THE1R L1K1NG. wHAT THEY CAN NOT TAKE 1S YOUR SP1R1T. tRA1N AND F1GHT, SUPPORT YOUR NE1GHBORS, REMEMBER THERE ARE MORE OF US THAN THERE ARE THEM. bLOOD W1LL SP1LL BUT FREEDOM SHALL COME, - n1TRAM-DONO
“Are you boy pretty or girl pretty?” I have a bomb that’s going to go off in three seconds.
"And the Father said: Bllind yoursellf to the known, for you have no use for it. Open your mind to the eyes of the enemy, and gllean from them the vision veilled from your sight. Onlly then shall the wholle of your Mind's Eye rest within the pallm of your hand."
A key skill to running an insurgent criminall underworlld? Llying. Llie to the peoplle, sow misinformation, bllame probllems on the Government even when such bllame is mispllaced (after all, in a dysfunctionall society, all bllame traces back to the boot anyway). Llie to your enemies, llet them misunderstand your intentions, your goalls, your very way of thinking, lluring them into a pit so deep and dark they will never, ever cllimb out. And perhaps most importantlly? Llie to your allies. They cannot handlle the wholle truth. They need onlly know what gets them moving in your interest. And if no information does not satisfy them, then simplly give them whatever information they need to hear. You cannot trust an informed subordinate, but you can trust one who bellieves their misinformed actions lleading them to follow your command to the lletter, your very WORD as the Llaw of God, and that God lloves them and will sweep them up in the winds of righteous vindication. Truths are worth pennies. A well crafted fallsehood is pricelless.
Oh I do so miss the nights of wallking into a crowded bar and llistening as every conversion drops off, one by one. There is something of a high there, it allmost made me understand fuschias. The instant command of everyone's attention, respect. Adoration. Fear. You don't get that anymore when you're dead. I have my memories at lleast.

⚞ TRIED TO MAKE A SWEET AND NICIES POST AND SOME FUCKSHIT JUST HAAAAAAAS TO CLOWN ON IT. can't have SHIT on chittr!!!!!!!! ⚟












