ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: Future! @corollaryatopos hahah. I Don't Know Which One Of Me Had This Dumb Idea First, But It Doesn't Really Matter. I Am Exactly Panless Enough Think This Up Independently Several Times Over, I'm Sure. My Coplayers Will Never Be Able To Fully Grasp How Many Aeons I Have Spent On Battles That They Will Never See, Because As Soon As The Fight Is Over, For Them It Never Actually Happened. The Closer We Get To The End, The Worse It Gets. I Haven't Slept In Weeks Because If I Ever Slowed Down Long Enough To Try, She'd Catch Up To Me And It Would Be Over. I Can't Rest Anymore, I'll Die. nothing In This Game Scares Me, Nothing Ever Did. This Game Has Never Been Able To Truly Challenge Me By Any Normal Means. Not My Land, Not The Underlings, Not My Coplayers Nor Anything Else Has Ever Been Able To Put A Candle To What I Have Been Capable Of At Every Single Benchmark... Nothing Except Me. The Only Real Enemy I Have Ever Had Is Myself. it's Almost Poetic, Isn't It? fighting Myself To The Death Over And Over And Over Again In Ways Nobody Else Can Perceive Or Experience For The Right To Control An Infinity That Was Already Mine To Begin With- One I Probably Don't Even Deserve To Have, But I'm Going To Take It Anyway Because That's Just What I Do. The Consequences Of My Own Actions Means I Have To. I Used To Fight Inner Demons, Now I Am The Demon. It Has To Be A Prank Or Some Kind Of Sick Joke. as I Sit Down On This Cold Slab And Watch The Sky Beyond The Tower On Which It Lies, I See A Wide Open, Vulnerable Place With No Walls And No Barriers. I Have Nothing To Protect Or Distract Me From This Reality. She's Coming. She's Going To Be Here Soon. Every Bone Under My Carapace Is Itching At Me To Get Up, To Run, To Fight Or Do Anything At All Except Sit Here And Wait. The Feeling Burns Just Beneath My Skin, But The Exhaustion Is Stronger. My Legs Won't Move. I Can See Her Now, Cutting Through Into This Reality. She's Heading Straight For Me With The Biggest Pair Of Monster Alchemy Shears I've Ever Seen In My Life. I Can't Do It. I Don't Have Another One Of These In Me. I'm Too Fucking Tired To Deal With This Shit Again. Either My Corpse Will Rot On This Slab Forever, Or I'll Wake Up A God And No One Will Ever Be Able To Take What Is Mine From Me Again. I Can Feel The Wind Between Us Rushing Now. I Can Smell The Iron From Here. I Can- the Memory Fissures, And Then Collapses Violently Into A Singularity. Trillions Upon Quintillions Of Colliding Timelines And Memories Crash Together Into An Unparalleled Agony. what Else Is There To Do With A Jewel But To Marvel At The Way It Shines Or Not? No Matter How You Choose To Polish Or Cut It, The Color, Pattern And Luster Of Its History Are Forever, As Are Your Mistakes. You Have Stolen Away With A Raw, Uncut Stone, And Only Now That It Has Been Freed From Its Earthen Womb Do You Have The Means- Not To Change Its Internal Structure, Only To Cut And Refine Its Exterior. It Shows You Plainly How Not Special You Really Are, And How Easy It Would Be Choose The Wrong Grit. To Hold Your Own Infinity In Your Hands And Be Unable To Change Its Nature Is The Greatest Relief You've Ever Felt, And Simultaneously A Fate Worse Than Death. #violence only One Can Remain πΌπππππ’ πππ https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header
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