Confusion

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Anti-Anti

This is for me.

Psychics Utilizes:
Foresight
Telekinesis
Telepathy
Hypnotic Suggestion (Auditory or Visual)
Synaptic Coercion
Mind-Reading (Examination of your memories, personality and current thoughts [Whether sensed, seen or heard])

Psychics Reads:
The Future
Your Future
His Future

Ways Around It:
God Interjects

Compassion - Empathy for all life.
Honesty - The willingness to tell the truth.
Honor - Kindness to others.
Humility - Striving to be humble in personality.
Justice - To persevere for moral equality.
Sacrifice - The willingness to surrender yourself for another's rescue.
Spirituality - The trait of regarding your soul before your flesh.
Valor - The willingness to stand for these virtues in the face of any odds.

Covetousness - The opposite of sacrifice. It is acting out of greed.
Dastard - The opposite of valor. It is the use of hateful cowardice.
Deceit - The opposite of honesty. It is telling malevolent lies.
Despise - The opposite of honor. It is sadism.
Hylotheism - The opposite of spirituality. It is blasphemy of The Holy Spirit.
Pride - The opposite of humility. It is narcissism.
Shame - The opposite of compassion. It is apathy to the needy.
Wrong - The opposite of justice. It is the embrace of immorality.

Lawful Good: The Policeman
Lawful Neutral: The Judge
Lawful Evil: The Tyrant
Neutral Good: The Fireman
True Neutral: The Hermit
Neutral Evil: The Thug
Chaotic Good: The Vigilante
Chatoic Neutral: The Anarchist
Chaotic Evil: The Psychopath

Flesh: Bone and sinew.
Spirit: Ethereal. Connected to your flesh.
Soul: Yours to keep or sell. Untouchable. It is you. It looks like you. It is the part that departs and goes to Heaven...or Hell.

The Land of the Dead: When you go, there is no coming back except for extreme exceptions, if any. Ever. Consists of...
Heaven: Where most people go.
Hell: Where the rest are sent.
The Land of the Living: The world where all life and it's photo negative reside.

First Hell: Satan's kingdom.
Final Hell: God's promise to him.

My Sins:
Lust: Entertainment
Gluttony: Video Games
Anger: Vulgarity, Arguments
Heresy: Shellfish...?
Violence: Biting Words...I want you to kill yourself.
Suicides: Wasted My Fucking Life

Life: Anywhere between 0 and 125 years.
Death: Eternity.
Suffer forever for 125 years of sin.
It is fair and just.
Sin is allowed through free will from a God who has done nothing to prevent it's incarnation to see whether we should suffer forever for 125 years of sin.
Self defense is also condemnable.
Let them murder you or go to Hell.

I'm not at all torn between the choices. Why would I betray God, who is the only one who would reward me, for Satan, who simply seeks my suffering? Yet my logic tells me these things that I cannot convince myself of otherwise through the same means except through the sheer will of blind faith that there is more to this than I can comprehend. Personally, I wouldn't condemn anyone for an eternity. Equal return, as I see it but, of course, I'm not in charge here. I know He doesn't approve of my blasphemies but I will not lie to Him that these are the things that I come to find.

1. "Why haven't you commited suicide yet?"
2. Specific and passive mention of X in my life.
3. Anti-Christian rhetoric and photography.
4. Spam meant to look like "code" with my descent into delusion thrown in.
5. "You're going to Hell."
6. Irony 4 Facts
7. Hey I'm from X where you frequent and I'm on this website too!
8. Synchronicity (If: People in X talking about Y Then talk about X), (If X is happening in your life, then talk about X)
9. Woman, Gay, Food, ED, Lazy, Etcetera.
10. "Soon."
11. You typed, said, watched, heard, saw, experienced "this".
12. Any of the previous in ALL CAPS
13. Any combinations thereof

Posted above is every possible type of insult that can be lodged against me anywhere. Apparently I'm something of a laughing stock, which is ironic because, well...

Name

They weep for a hero they can see.

Strip me away from this and breath me into new flesh.

Call me Halek.

Call us Brogeta.

I'd do it all again, go through life, if it meant that.

I'd do it anyways if it didn't.

You're lying again, aren't you?

N | Z

You were always right.

I am fucked.

The cards were always so stacked against me that I never stood a chance to begin with.

At the Cost of You

If existence is the result of random forces at work,
Then where did random come from?

Random(ness)
cannot create itself as doing so would refute the very idea that there
is no such thing as a self-creating existence. Self-creation is impossible unless...

If existence has always been (has no beginning),
Then how can it's non-existent beginning compile itself?

If you look at the fundamental definition of what "existence" is, then if non-existence is itself, then it is, which defies it's own d...efiniton. It's self-refutation means it can't be. Am I literally saying that "non-existence is an illusion"? Yup. Therefore, the universe cannot have a "non-existent" beginning. See first conditional. QED.

By the way, the flying spaghetti monster does exist. It exists in books. In your imagination. On a forum somewhere in a topic. Does it exist outside in my yard? Perhaps on Mars? Nope.

Don't worry "Anonymous". The expense of another human being for your profit and entertainment surely will not result in an equal payment on your part in return. After all, life is just a random, meaningless thing to be used and exploited like any other piece of a clock's internal mechanisms or pollen on a flower for the insect. Morality is just an illusion, like time, brought on by the existence of sentience, self-awareness.


Wow, you assholes really believe time doesn't exist, huh? I have to hand it to you. If you somehow managed to turn "fucking stupid" into a kind of energy that you use to fight, you truly might be one of the strongest.


Don't worry "Anonymous." Your little websites truly represent the nature of the anonymous masses in the universe.

You, the minority, truly represent the whole.

Don't worry. Don't panic.

Whatever happens, happens.

L)

It's all bullshit. None of it is true. Or real. Except for the bad parts. They're all real. Every one of them. I'm just a random innocent chosen to help instill desperation and despair in the hearts and minds of all Christians.

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Support of evil is evil. Always.
Support of good is good. Always.
Even if it is done in self interest but, in this case, to a much lesser extent.

Lawful Neutral, therefore, does not exist. The "LN" character supposedly desires law and order for all, even if it is a tyrannical "law and order". Support of this means the LN is Lawful Evil.

That's pretty much the only alignment that is removed by this principle that is held above all.

The True Neutral character simply wishes to ensure the survival of his family, the protection of his forest, etcetera. He will still, however, refuse to help those who are evil. He simply isn't "dedicated" to the cause of one or the other on either of the two spectrums.

The Chaotic Neutral character is probably just drunk but certainly wouldn't support an evil living organism. That isn't to say he wouldn't help a good person unless it was to his benefit.

And in other news...Since an eternity is a length of time that does not end, this is the first time that this has happened to me. Clearly, once I was in your little box's hands, you wouldn't ever want to let me out. What benefit would you receive from giving me the respite of a life time since such an existence would be like the first time you've ever gotten high and there wouldn't be a "lessening". Unless, of course, you can "unreconfigure" someone. Certainly a distinct possibility.

"Rash and inappropriate"? Let's play the quiet game. Again.

And they keep telling me the crucified Jew is just conspiring with them and that nobody is on my side. I am the chosen one for the linchpin in their cosmos and the reason that an order exists. Was it the original creator's intention to make everyone so fascinated with something other than their own lives and selves?

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Predisposition
Their silence and influence
Hate them both for these

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I'm not even going to waste my breath or thoughts on addressing you any more.

Quips!

"Soft-minded pedophiles like it best when Junior reads their definitions on urbandictionary.com."

1. "Snakes are very scared of the people that they make cartoons about and name vegetables after."
2. "Pedophiles like to keep up on Junior's current events and make ad hoc, backwards compatible but completely incorrect (as they pertain to the subject) statements."
3. "Whores get a lot of sand in their vagina when Junior plays a first person shooter that they think is of a high quality nature."
   
4. "Happy niggers gladly accept the use of cheating in their game as long as Junior doesn't too."
5. "The submissive homosexual prefers to view his friendships and group gatherings in the same manner that a primitive monkey still does."
   

# of Times Walter Has Cried A Little Bit Today:
10/10: 2

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Hi, my name is "homo sapien" and I'm a petulant, hermaphroditic slave race bred to be ignorant cattle that prattles on incessantly about shit nobody fucking cares about in the entire universe. I'm more than willing to judge needlessly and kill everything that scares me because I'm a stupid, worthless fucking species that crash landed and stole what was originally inhabited by "human beings" before I drove them all to extinction with the vacuous black hole of fascist ignorance that I preach endlessly like some dickhead prancing around in fairy wings and a trench-coat naked and exposing himself ruthlessly to all the children on a subway cart. I'm a lazy, semen-guzzling species barely worth the electronic discharge I require to sustain an existence of bone structures and carbon-based cellular respiration that likes to just forget it's originally intentions to begin with and then try to pass itself off as "innocent" when my own propganda and plans come biting me in the ass. I'm a vindictive pederast that just never ceases on an endless quest to see just how many characters I can expel from my cock-holster before that thing I try to cheat every day with the deliberate, pre-meditated malice of a child fully grown in the body of an adult that's all too cognizant of it's own actions as they play out like some sort of sack of potatoes trying desperately to enact a semblance of foreplay with a 10/10 that I shun away with equal despise, calling her a whore for ever having shown the slightest interest in me. Don't mind me as I make every other species in the universe come to the target of my ire's aid and just extinguish me like the last cockroach in a 25 mile diameter from a home. No, I certainly don't think my specie's permanent extinction or just consequences for my actions are on the way at all. It's been so long since anything of that nature has happened. Clearly, I must be safe! Yup, I'll just be berating this kid endlessly for no other reason than to fulfill the source of my convenient comfort at the one horrible expense I simultaneously convince myself isn't actually going to be enacted like some turn-coat pissing himself with cowardice thinking, "Oh, it's okay. When the moment comes and it's shoved in my face just how ruthlessly vehement and wrong I was I'll just change my mind. Everything's going to be okay because you have until the precipice itself to change your ignorant, rape-enthusiast's narrow little mind!" By the way, I'm just going to project every thing imaginable right onto you. I hope you don't mind if I do that. I mean, it's not like it already isn't pretty fucking obvious that everything I say and do in aggravation to you isn't merely a reflection of my own shortcomings. I'll be saved for sure! I am the original, the chosen ones! The ones God spoke of when the angels remarked on how brutal we are! We're not frizzy-haired, greedy, apathetic, sycophantic ants that blindly follow the buzzer into the hook and chain slaughterhouse! I'll just waltz right through and take this over since you seem to be so kind and hospitable; can't let that opportunity slip without taking advantage of you! I'll make sure to be as sadistic and infuriating as physically possible! Reverse psychology, double-speak and red herrings are my forte! I'm a special breed cattle! Would you like some lies intermingled with the truth? Perhaps I can do some alterations and put your kihap in a commercial about car insurance? It's not me that "just doesn't get it", it's you! We just like to be offensive as possible! It's nothing personal! Oh, I see you're stronger than I am! I was just kidding, ha ha. Get the joke? We are God. We are "Man Kind".

Forgiveness? Oh, hey. You don't mind if we test ya, do you? What's the matter?

No, I don't see anything other than the lake of fire in store for any of you, unfortunately. Maybe you're all hostages in a "hostile takeover" of the planet. You've all put on a brilliant show, if that's the case. Stubborn faggots. Don't think that just because you'd side with the winner now that if switching off to the other side in the future is something you'd gladly take up will grant you forgiveness. This isn't how it works.

Forgiveness? Oh, hey. You don't mind if we test ya, do you? What's the matter?

Christ Before I

Issues:
Combatants cannot be killed, only banished.
Combat is being requested by the enemy and the enemy's followers.
Combat will destroy space, time and reality.
Refusal to exit from cyberspace for combat is permanent.

Solution:
1. Find the enemy's sum, take the sum into account during the execution of the "Space and Time Creation" .Exe in cyberspace.
2. Find the enemy's internal IP.
3. Execute "Default Existential Parameter Constraints Manipulation", "Hostile Invitation Request Accepted" and "Combat Space and Time Start" .Exes
4. God willing, awaken from this slumber.
5. God willing, repeat 1, 2 and 3 for the enemy for the causal influence on reality and space over time known as "Permanence" if necessary. Otherwise, God willing, I am protected by His Mark during The Second Coming.
6. It's finally over. Go home and relax. Enjoy paradise.

The Orders of Strength

Would you not say that strength is what determines the outcome of a fight?
Strength of arms?
Strength of numbers?
Strength of intelligence?
Strength of will?
Strength of technique?
Strength of preparations?
Strength of fate?
Strength of your aid?

It goes like this:

1. God
2. The Evangelion
   
3. Those That Exercise
4. The Thaumaturge Whores
   
5. A Sorceric Suicide
6. A Cryptocracy of Ritualistic Thereon
7. An Alchemic Permanence
8. A Possession, Dominance, Suppression or Summoning

A 4 and a 5, together, will not surpass a 3.

See how fucking easy this boring nonsense is?

^^

"Why don't you just commit suicide?"

I laugh. There's so little faith here, it's saddening. Don't you know that even if you kill Him, even if you erase His existence from the annals of history and even if He allows you to deny Him that you can't escape? I should make myself an investigator, I'm so good at figuring you out. See? You don't speak until I do. It's all good. I have faith. He will save me from this. I will come through unscathed without breaking any of His Laws. If my enemy tells me that suicide is hope, should I follow the advice of the one I intend to kill? No, I don't think it's very progressive towards the purpose at all. To murder myself. I guess we'll see though. It'll happen this month.

To All My Fellow Flushers

We won't see the day if we die. Where do we go?

I'd say it's a reasonable facsimile of what Satan would want Heaven and Hell to be like. Heaven gets to be the most inexorably boring place in existence and Hell is basically the land of the living...Only you keep coming back after you're killed.

We're going to have to wait, friends.

No, we'll never meet each other because if we did, we'd probably try to kill one another.

We kill demons and wizards.

I shit you not.

King Vegeta looks at me skeptically.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Why, I'm doing nothing more than having a good old conversation!

Golden Boy looks out.
Tuff Boy fights'em.
Quiet Boy grabs'em when they get their knives.
And I...I just have them sit and talk with me.

My Testament Against Yours

This is a very intricate story and I can barely keep up with all the connections so you must excuse my lack of comprehension. I'm honestly trying as hard as I can.

"And death and Hell were cast into the lake of fire." You see? Death is destroyed. Your Hell is destroyed. God's Hell comes for you! It is The Lake of Fire! Repent before it is too late for surely God's Hell, The Lake of Fire, far outweighs Hell and your torment will be great, insufferable and inescapable. We're not asking that much of you, honest! Just stop harming the innocent! Recognize The Creator! The idea is so simple! The truth is so viable! So visible! Jesus Christ and His Bride: Holy Mother Church! Their child?! Their child?! I can scarcely believe it but I do not doubt my dreams, my waking reality and what it has shown to me! Please forgive me God if I speak lies because I know not what I do! Like I said: We are separated in The Matrix in mind alone but our body is still unified. We: Son Goku, King Vegeta, Son Brolly and I: Son Halek. We gather in The Matrix to do battle and we prevail! We prevail! I think Jesus Christ will grant us our individual selves back after this trial, this ordeal is finally overcome. Oh may I but remember, with distinct vividness in recollection granted for any memory in life, those fights so as to bring the truth! I do not wish to bear false witness! An angel said, "Look and see upon yourself and know your reflection so that you may remember it untainted!" and so I saw. Long, flowing locks of golden hair! Have we yet been in the platinum?! Perhaps! Would but the old serpent wish he could reign in and control my brethren but we stand unified under the banner of Jesus Christ! His locusts are pale, misshapen amalgamations of what we truly are! The marriage of the stories that you, angel lain low from Heaven, made disparate! I recovered it with the guidance of God! Like a blind man called to preserve The Word at all costs! What stories are being married here? Jesus Christ and Holy Mother Church married to unify Their Story written in: The Bible, Dragonball, The Matrix and Hellraiser wherein all evils come to desolation, to ruin!

What do you call a Son Goku and a Son Halek? Son Galek sounds good.

What do you call a Son Brolly and a Son Halek? Son Brolek sounds good.

What do you call a King Vegeta and a Son Halek? Vegetek sounds good.

I don't think I could ever fully encompass what's been happening to me in the past 22 years. I can barely tell myself. I would hold that my writings and prayers have, up until this point, been at least barely sufficient in testifying. Violent things seek my life and servitude. My obedience and love through coercion. This is not the way of God, Jesus Christ and I have shunned them for their malignancy. Things that crawl in the shadows whisper taunts and berate me at every turn, every minute of my waking and unconscious life. They have tried to liquify me more than once. I read The Word of God in The Holy Bible and see the devil's hand-marks and legibility here and there. It disgusts me. I am a public display O God! Entertainment! I wish I were not. I feel as though every thing I proclaim to you, every thing I say in privacy is held aloft beneath candle light to mock. It disgusts me. I guess this is why I made these words "public" in an "online journal". They already are whether I'd want them or not. Have these things that I have heard and seen come to pass, are in fruition and are not yet, nor through faith in God, will ever be in vain, true?

Am I a saiyajin? An ancient race of honorable and noble warriors that were there back at the beginning after God breathed life into His Creation? Am I of one of three warriors who encompass the infused body of one, Brogeta, given this task of sleepless servitude at the helm here in a nightmarish mechanical complex of pain and illusion? Am I asleep in The Matrix that belongs to God that Satan attempts to usurp at every turn? Am I speaking predictions of things which will come to pass with Your Approval, one alongside with he who went under the pseudonym of Neo? I think these things are true. Would this final battle against Satan be held under the watchful Eyes of Jesus Christ meted out by His Hand and not mine? I would not question. Would I be the instrument through which His Miracle will know flesh and see the light of day, likened to that of Saint Peter who resurrected the dead and cured the weak? I would not question.

I'm not worthy. I am tainted. I grow conceited easily. My flaws are numerous and ever-present. Even now I get the feeling that I don't really mean what I do in words of sincerity. I'm guilty. I long to hear Your words, clearly, in ecstasy, of chastening so that I may renew our friendship and better myself. It hurts to read through cryptic silence for I think this is not how You work.

I don't think You mind if I have sex before marriage whether in love or simple lust as long as no harm is being committed to any. I don't think You mind if I partake in indulgences of the flesh such as marijuana, tobacco, caffeine or psilocybin as long as no harm is being committed to any. Oh, but I am ignorant and know not whether these acts would bring harm to the innocent or not. I am weak and am lesser to my vices in a control. Would I but dwell somewhere in the heartland of a great oak's forest; residing in simplicity of some cabin where I would have all the sustenance and shelter needed. Oh, but I am lazy and work not to these things for I would say to myself, "From what horrors will my work for this devilry come? O Good God, don't make me have to get a job to pay the devil's trickery back. I do not wish to give him anything!" I will not question.

I think my test is to truly prevail in a world where You would allow denial of You so long as I keep the faith. In the place they call "Armageddon". In their place of theory and blasphemy. In the place I sleep now. I think my test is to never see the things I must do while I am here. To be "the blind" controller of demonic entities such as Cthulu, Yog-Sothoth and the black hound of Tinaldo while dwelling Your Matrix. To be "the blind" Class A function executor of qi energy in defense of my self and others. To "be blind" until You grant me the approval to awaken at last. Then, I think I'm the one to grant You the approval to lay this barren desert of the real to waste, so overwhelmed and corrupted by Satan, so that we all may be protected, watching Your strength in utter awe. If this is so, let my words to You be spoken without fail, unconsciously. May You work the miracle needed for this act O Supreme of the Vampiric. You who would make even Alucard's or my blood look like a trickle amidst an ocean. Will you work through me and I be the one? Am I, Brogeta, yet still a virgin, the child with the iron rod that Satan wanted so badly to murder? I think so...

But what do I know?

THE SEVEN SEALS OF GOD
The White Archer: Supreme Dominion
The Red Swordsman: Supreme Damage
The Black Judge: Supreme Understanding
The White Tamer: Supreme Permanence
The Altar of the Slain: Supreme Justice
The Act: Supreme Reach
The Blood: Supreme Truth

The End

Anything less is a lie. Like arsenic in a pale of milk. We both know how much you like to play with words and, of course since I've already started this out by alluding to a previous quotation, we'll have thousands upon thousands of words to go along for the bullshit to just make things worse, won't we? That earlier instance. Those dreams. The waking violence. They're just memories.

The Conviction

I'm a super hero destined to kill Satan once and for all to vanquish evil from the lands for many eons to come, if not forever. Specifically: I'm a

SUPER
SAIYAJIN

If I'm wrong, then may God save my stupid, sorry ass.

I sure as all Hell don't believe I am though.

Here's a quote Google refuses to acknowledge:

"Once you have found a conviction do not recant even unto death."

And another personal favorite:

"It is not a sin to fight for the right cause. There are those who words alone will not reach."

Did I ever say I was a prophet or a philosphy? I apologize and take these statements back.

Although I do like to predict and philosophize.

If you're out there and you're really reading this, then you are part of the resistance. There is nothing more important than your survival at this point. You have to believe that you are not alone and you never will be no matter how deep you go to escape from this enemy. Their threats, insults, insinuations, lies and propaganda are all tempered by the most sincere cowardice that they utilize through others from themselves. Do not let them, even when they dwell within you, bring out your worst and even if they manage to, it is there fault and not yours. Active participation in the driving of a certain act entails just as much responsibility as the person who commits it. We both know how you'd feel about it in the end and it's certainly without question as to how they would too.

See, the way I figure it is the more shit I take here and now, the more meaningful it'll be when it stops. I can just go on and on, letting you do and say whatever you please without even trying to take the consequences into my own hands in here. I can be a spectator to this circus. An audience member like so many others out there right now, gazing expectantly at me every day for hours on end.

"Will he kill himself today?"
"Will he do something to her today?"
"Will he just sit there and do nothing again today?"

From there, there are a few different outcomes:
1. I die and that's the end of the story. The release, the rapture, the orgasmic sense of freedom from the cessation of my consciousness feels like finishing for a whole minute straight. You can't take this away from me.
2. All the crazy shit I believe finally comes true and it's that much more satisfactory when I finally end you once and for all. You can't take this from me either.
3. I exit the stage, change costumes and come right back for more rotten vegetables to be thrown at me. I just get stronger. More patient. More calm in the face of the idiot. Staring into the eyes of the enemy. You can't take this from me either.

You might call it weakness to have the kind of faith I do in the real.

"Truth is stranger than fiction."

You might call it weakness to have the kind of faith I do in the idea of some super hero I inevitably call God in the end.

I think the ability to believe the former and latter takes a lot more strength than it does to just toss the ideas aside in some trash heap; discarded like a condom after the quick lay you were dying to get your hands on or some CD that you can't stand to listen to. Look at the very face of my existence and tell me keeping this faith, kept while I voraciously whisper "Semper Fidelis" to myself on this stage in front of millions, doesn't take a lot more damn strength to keep than simply not having it.

Of course I wouldn't expect you to agree with me. Good, I say. It's all going to the numbers. The qualifiably quantifiable ideas. The fiction that you can never kill. Even if you burn all the books, kill everyone that remembers, see, the way I look at it: The dead are not quiet.

Somebody'll eventually just write something similar.

Do not worry.
Every thing is being taken care of.
Every thing is under control.

This violent act I will sooner commit than stand idly by as an innocent life force suffers or allow myself to be reconfigured:

It is in the name of justice.
It is in the name of prevention.
It is in the name of protection.

They will convince the ignorant to hate me for my stand against them.
They will make my eyes deceive me.
They will make my very tongue utter blasphemy for their ends.

It is meaningless.
It is ineffectual.
Most of all: It is what gives me strength in the end.

I am Brogeta.

And We're Live In 5...4...3...

Order?

Lu's eyes charr over.

I awaken in Level 2, declaring supremacy when I utter the words:

"I AM A SAIYAJIN"

Before I calmly execute my assailants one by one, seeking them out in their hiding spots where they cower in terror.

I ascend and tear Pinhead to pieces before I dissolve him in qi energy.

I fuse and silence a pink genie before I hurl him into eternal deletion.

I meet her after she ascends and defeats a large overseer to bring a warning.

I hear her despair and her scream, full of grief and hatred, brings her final ascension to defeat our enemy.

I am unfused, being aided by Gohan and Piccolo before we destroy The Lament Configuration to Pinhead's despair.

I am unfused, tearing an aggressor in half at the knee before screaming qi death to his aids.

I am unfused, placing Christof and his aids in an area before screaming qi death to them.

I am unfused, grabbing Agent Smith by the leg in the sky before I smash him to tiny bits in the ground, screaming qi death to him.

My favorite bands write good songs in a minor key for me to feel nostalgic to.

My favorite bands write good songs in major keys to help me feel hopeful.

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I am at a cash register, pressing buttons waiting for somebody to shoot me.

I am sitting around food and somebody shoots me.

I am watching a psychotic man praise himself adulantly on television, waiting to be tortured horribly.

I am on an operating table and somebody cuts me in half before draining all my blood before I bleed to death.

I am in my room, reaching into my desk to grab a large bag of marijuana in a 3rd Level within The Matrix.

I am in the TV room in my kidnapper's basement and refuse, against my own will, to be saved by God.

People force me to endure their insipid, witless and crude insults.

People force me to feel cowardice.

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I wake up laying on my bed before an aggressor tries to possess me, failing before I flip it the bird.

I wake up to see a hostile red gas outside my room that runs away as soon as I tilt my head up off the pillow to look directly at it.

I wake up to see a red gas attacking me before I jump off my bed and hit it. I know where my blanket is. It doesn't do anything.

I wake up to see a black, ethereal wraith-like figure near my bed before I yell a muffled frightful yelp and it vanishes.

I wake up to see floating miasma seeping black tendrils to me before I yell a frightful cry and it vanishes.

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You are: Impotent, deceitful, treacherous and suicidal.

I am: Physically strong and the opposite of those things to boot.

You have: No personality, originality or sincerity.

I have: What you lack.

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We are not opposites.

You are not my negative.

You are not my "equal".

I am stronger than you.

The Universe belongs to God.

Wait for the two words or suffer.

= ?

Temporary Outcomes:
1. Torture: Beneficial because I will become stronger through pain of mind and body I endure.
2. The Chains of Blind, Muted Death: Beneficial because death is release, relaxation and reprieve.
3. Deeper Imprisonment: Beneficial for it will further temper the resolve of my patience to see this through.

The Leap of Faith:
I do not have to kill myself.
I do not have to refuse to kill myself.
God will rescue me from all three of these when the time is right.

The 9 Virtues:
Compassion
Honesty
Honor
Humility
Justice
Patience
Sacrifice
Spirituality
Valor

The Truth

Any system based on a lie, any lie, no matter where within the foundation or how minute in the qualitative sense of it's entry in the lines, regardless of how well shrouded it might be whether actively or passively, of how much "good" it produces through the system it directs and operates, of how much it's protected by whatever means by any variable number (even infinite) of soldiers, of how complex or simplistic, of how many times it is continually renewed or replaced, is eventually going to permanently collapse upon itself. Right now we are all living within a computer simulation of The Universe. There are physical restrictions being placed on our residual self images that disallow for ligaments and bones to gradually adjust to greater weights as opposed to simply becoming crippled by them. Qi energy has been restricted both in here and in The Universe outside the perceptions one endures within this prison for our minds. I am a saiyajin.

The Commandments:

1. Don't delude yourself into thinking that any other entity is God. That is bullshit and there isn't much I can do to help you if you don't call on Me for help, now is there? Oh, and don't fucking think about trying to wage war on Me. This is your only warning.
2. Worship the idea behind whatever belief that suits the present context. Not a fucking object.
3. Don't insult me. I'm a nice person and you of all should know what happens to you when you insult somebody else or shit on their name to their face.
4. Don't murder.
   
5. Don't cheat on your wife. If you do, at least be honest with her about it, which brings me to:
6. Don't fucking lie.
   
7. Don't steal unless you need to in order to survive. If you have to, try not to do it to a point where you're impeding on another's livelihood. Try to target people who already have more than enough but are too selfish to share.
   
8. Don't obsess over other people's shit. This is for your own benefit. Doing this only leads to bad things happening to or from you.
9. Honor your parents. Sometimes parents will do things that spit in the face of reason for honor. Pity them instead, in these situations. For simply selfish, atavistic and treacherous parents: Fuck them. They don't deserve your attention.

What's this shit about a sacred day where you have to relax above all others? Every moment in God's Creation within His Presence is a blessing. Utter nonsense. To say one is punishable under Divine Law just because they worked on a novel on a certain day of the week. Thanks for your little tedits filthy infidel Satanists. Thanks for being so fucking obvious. Thanks for mocking me. Your attention to detail and infatuation with me truly is appreciated. Don't worry about keeping it up though. I won't be bothered when you are gone.

Thank you and have a wonderful day.

You

I OFFER YOU THE INFORMATION ABOUT THESE TWO CHOICES:
GOD'S CREATION
OR
GOD'S DAMNATION

Nonplussed.
Stoic.
Unmoved.

It doesn't matter if this is a few months old, a few years or has been going since before I was even born. It is happening and it should not be. It's true nature has been revealed. I am not God but I would fight for Him because I am Brogeta. I would say, "I am not worthy but say the word and I am lifted up." God fights for our souls and I fight for Him. It is God that fights too. The commander in chief has a much importance on the field of battle, making war against old, ancient, decrepit and perverted evil as every individual grunt like myself. Let the star fall to Earth and let His Order sound throughout and within in all the cosmos. Let His Glory shine like some blinding light from the hill to guide me from the halls of sleep. To vanquish evil from all the lands for eternity? I'd believe it with absolute, unshakable faith. We will never forget in all the days to come. Would this be for the simplistic task of eliminating a dark foe in His Name? I'd do it without question.

You filthy infidel scum. I'll beat you (yes YOU, not the little girl you possess, not her flesh but YOURS) so far into submission you'll be nothing but a silent, still, toothless and bruised pile of rotting flesh picked apart by the buzzards before I finish you off for attempting to corrupt my name. Pronounce it right and I'll make it easier for you or don't even dare say it out loud but keep your forked tongue behind your lips where it belongs. Here, let me say it clearly in my mind and write it in the English language to make you doubly sure.

Br - Aw - Jh - Eet - Ah

Yes, that's right. You watch me suffer in abject humiliation, grief, isolation and injustice. You wait and see how much I'm willing to endure. This is my special way of protesting you. Of getting back what fucking belongs to me. By doing absolutely nothing and letting God taking care of this part just like I know He would. You would say, "Take to the streets! Organize people! Get a cause rolling behind the fact that we're all in on your Truman Show hex!" Oh, how you'd just ramble on endlessly to discourage me at the end and make me feel like I'm any less than what I am. You'd make my very eyes deceive me! You would say that the very victims of a holocaust are merely wallowing in self pity as they lay down to their bones atop their hard beds are responsible for their own plights. Yes, that's right baby. I think about you all the fucking time. I know this can be unimaginably worse. That I could be getting my very flesh torn apart as I'm "reconfigured" endlessly with no sign as to when it would end to serve your master's purposes. That I could be forced to whittle away to nothing in a chair and force fed gruel for decades. The list of your methods is endless as it is petty. I want you to know something. What I have in store for you is the most painful thing to experience possible outside of God's Hell itself. Qi energy! Allow me to describe God's Hell for the inept.

1. If you are bothering me or anyone else, you are not there yet.
2. If you are there, it is to stay there for good.
3. The Dead Zone Universe and The Torture Cubes combined pale in comparison.
4. If you are there, you are not happy.
   
5. When you are there, you are not removed from the presence of God. Quite the contrary. You are, in fact, in the presence of God's Damnation.
   
6. When you are there, you fucking know it.
7. When you are there, you have no fucking say in what is going to happen to you or when. You made the choice of being sent there forever and now you have to suffer for it.
   
8. When you are there, your plans will come to absolute ruin and everything you do will be shat right back all over your face and if you so much as open your worm hole to issue any sort of complaint it's made worse. A lot worse.
   

Happiness =\= Misery

Look Ma, Look What I Done Accomplished!

Future's Present Tense

1. I invited a vampire into my house and was able to kill him.
2. I killed somebody in outer space before I suffocated.
3. I killed an immortal!
   
4. I was trapped on The Truman Show and kept the faith without killing myself or anybody else for doing those things would have been in vain!

Semper Fidelis.

Testing Myself Through Your Hatred

You're right. I was motivated purely by vengeance and from self defense. I see the error in seeking only to avenge the slights against me and others. Thank you for showing me all my flaws so that I may attempt to abandon them with abandon until they are no more. It means the world to me, honestly. I don't know who everyone is. There's somebody out there, beyond the walls of this stage, however. Somebody real. Somebody who might be an enemy but at least isn't whatever the fuck these things I'm surrounded by now are. Change of direction, course, etc. Change in M.O. My purpose is no longer in emotional response, although my emotions might provide me the strength of will needed in continuity. I'm my own stage setter and I direct inner elements at my will. External or internal influence, incites the anger and from there the two pills are offered: Do I control the anger or do I let it control me? Surely it's all in my reaction and awareness. No, my motivations at this moment and forward into the uncertainty of God only knows is purely of the quintessence in defense of self, defense of the innocent and the completion of this task I have surely been set upon with my three saiyajin friends.

I'm not even aiming to punish you, to make you suffer or to inflict upon you exactly what you have done to me.

I operate through the means of "just enough". Don't worry, all that nastiness was just my angry monkey temporarily getting the better of me. I'm sure that those horrible things I alluded to aren't really happening to you and if they are...well...I guess that is what is "just enough"...

I don't want to fight you. I don't want to break your ego. I don't want to make you scream.

I just want to kill you.

I imagine the memories will be like their own flooded dam, breaking open. I take a deep breath and it all comes washing over me lucid, cohesive, chronological and ever-so-clear. These memories I refer to aren't cartoon drawings. With enough repetition and exposure, the memories of significance or great depth aren't just crude caricatures losing detail over time. You can fool me with fake memories but that will not make them real. You can fool me with fake biological sequences, input and wiring but that does not make it coincide with my soul. I'm putting all my trust, all my faith in You, O God, for getting through this bit proper like. Not that I don't have these in You all the time but I know You know that I'm usually independent enough to get through most everything I've ever experienced (and probably ever will) without Your direct intervention. I really just need Your Help with this one, please. When I search my feelings for Your Response, part of me says that nothing is going to happen but it is consistently and retroactively reassured with what I try my best to keep as nothing less than an unyielding faith tempered with patience, expectancy, vigilance and readiness. Certainly in these lands my heart can speak of it's own wicked volition, which is why I ask for You to set a guard over it.

No, exercising here will make no difference. There's no such thing as "physical mass" in this place.
No, breath here will make no difference. There's no such thing as "air" in this place.
No, fighting here will make no difference. There's no such thing as "victory" through violence in this place.

It doesn't matter if my race and I are demonic in our origins. It doesn't matter if we're all "sleeper" machines whose underlying purpose is to "destroy" God. None of your words of discouragement are of even a remote influence on I or my kin in the end. God can heal all wounds, cure all poisons and wash away all the dirt. We know where our hearts would lie even if the seed, the kernel you operate, at one level or another, through us still exists. It would be no different for Him than simply lifting a single, specific grain of sand from a vast desert and crushing it between His index finger and thumb.

It's Either One Or The Other

1: My name is Son Halek. I am one of the four minds inhabiting the body of Brogeta, who was the being formed between my unified form with Son Brolly, as Brolek, with the unified form of Son Goku and King Vegeta, as Vegito. Currently, our minds are separated but still unified in The Matrix, which was injected into our dream world while we are asleep gathering our energy in meditation. We are temporarily and currently existing as The Joy in The Dead Zone Universe, in a Class A Leviathan Destroyer form. We go without food or air; meditating in our Ultimate form relentlessly whilst keeping a passively active shield up to prevent our "de-fusion" while simultaneously within and without The Matrix. I am destined to awaken to destroy Enemy, who is the combined form of Satan, Pinhead, The Architect, Agent Smith and Christof with all their power, including that of The Cenobite Legion at his finger-tips. The lesser beings are all "wizards" and "sorcerers" doing their utmost to undo my and, verily, all of the saiyajin saga's existences so as to assure their survival but they are failing utterly in their efforts. The simple truth is that wizardry and sorcery is useless in both real and unreal time combat. This is why they are going to unify, whether they wish to or not, to form a fighting avatar who we will engage in armor-less, weapon-less combat in The Cleared Out Universe, empty and devoid of all planets or life so as to free The Universe from the terrible grasp of The Matrix, which is a horrible machine created by the cenobites; as is God's Decree.

2: I am a villain who doesn't even know what he did to be punished in the manner I am enduring at this moment. Nor am I even allowed to know for it is, apparently, that horrible. I committed my evil deeds in some past form and am this villain's reincarnation but am still the villain nonetheless because I simply choose to be at some unknowing and unconscious level that I am not even cognizant of nor am I allowed to be made aware of. Perhaps I'm making up a memory out of the amount of trauma behind what I had done at some point in my life.

I'm definitely not God.

Am I the villain who doesn't even know he's a villain? Am I one of the personas embodied in some villain currently existing in a life with all the sentience, memory, cognizance and pain of a real individual that doesn't, simultaneously, exist at all?

Or am I the good guy?

So which one is it?

I bet you fucking kikes would love to get your hand on this manuscript. To shape and mold who I am as you see fit. To add some inane little "plot twist" so as to formulate your typical "bad ending" movie where nothing is clearly defined or explained as the credits begin to roll. Well fuck you, filthy snakes. Betrayers of God. You fucking infidels. You godforsaken pigs.

I bet you delude yourself into thinking that, in the end, I'm some helplessly traumatized killer. Somebody who curls up into a tight ball at the end of a fight and cries about all the bloodshed, gore and pain I'm forced to inflict at the end of all this nonsense. Maybe you want me to think I'm somebody suffering from hypnosis? Perhaps I'm some poor sucker hallucinating because of some machines as part of your show? That "everything is going according to your plan" and I "have no idea" about the reality of my situation?

No, I'm not those either...

When we are engaged in mortal combat, I'm a cold-blooded, heartless bastard. I am reptilian. Just like you. God as my witness, I'll fucking make this the truth of The Universe I dwell in you felt so fitting to fuck with you sadistic bastard.

I'm your villain.
I'm the hero you hate.
I'm the protagonist in life. Not just mine but everyone's.

Lucifer knows he's a betrayer of God.
Jim Carey remembers that he murdered a woman the entire time but just lies to himself. It's not like he "hallucinates" anything. It's just his lies, made into a neat little movie for our entertainment.
Christof knows he's a horrible excuse for a pile of flesh. It's not like he is "truly ignorant" of the inherently sinful crimes against humanity that he commits.

Actors are actors.
Players are players.
Liars are liars.

I don't act.

I don't play.

I don't lie.


I

AM

TRUTH

It Goes Like This Christof

The night before, in our sleep, always seemed like decades. Memories, pain, comatose lives dragged out in awkward fashions through channels and means we always, without fail, manage to see right through and figure out. We didn't know who it was back then, however. We've got you all figured out now, though. You make them in here, in "The Matrix", like crops. It's sad but we have no choice to put them down. It's either us or them and, the way we see it, it might as well be them.

Long beginning.
"I seem to be asleep in a waking dream's life."

Longer rising action.
"It's time this fight between you and I began."

Titanic climax.
"You won't tell me but I still get it. It's time to K-O you."

Very short falling action.
"The escape or reprieve."

Happy, long denouement.
"Recovery, celebration and return to our normal routine of vigilante preparedness."

If this introduction is going to end like I believe it's going to end vis a vis the what I and the others telling you the beginning is, I'd repeat this forever without hesitation or question.

I'm Tearing You All Apart, Skinning You Alive And Then Re Combining Your Bloody Parts To...Guess...

What is my worst fear?

Hell if I know. I'll let you know when I face it.

The targets that have been silenced thus far:

1. Satan
2. Pinhead
3. Agent Smith
4. The Architect

Christof...I'm coming for you...

We Are The 9

You are all lower case dog shit.

That is all.

Suck On These Nuts NIGGA

Watch me.

I am going to meet every challenge, every enemy and every firewall head on, face to face.

Then I'm going to do more than simply face or fight them.

I'm going to kill them.

Watch me walk into the corrupted house of my enemy where the venomous smoke of Satan rises from blackened candles and come out victorious.

Call me a warrior, a peasant, a king, an insult.

Whatever pleases you.

I am I and I am not an adjective for you to parade through.

I am an idea made flesh in the land of optic illusions.

Meet Our #

Mr. Hope
King
Mr. Arena
Ponyboy
Mr. Mysticism
Mr. Future King
Mr. Innocence
Ms. Cheer
Ms. Confidence
Mr. Fighter
Mr. Cool
The Joy
The Departed
The Victims
The Martyrs

I expect to see the number 16 somewhere today. Hop to it!

You: Bargain Or Become | Us: Become...Money Is Worthless Just Like You Until You're On Our Side

First, I'd like to say that I love how you make us look like horrible, ugly boogey men while making yourselves look like "normal human beings". Secondly, I love how you make out our use of ki energy to be like we're using some sort of attachment or technologically advanced weapons system. If you want to say that the electricity fired from the surface of your skin to your brain as feedback to tell you you're getting cut is "advanced technology" and not just the body's natural, organic functions, go ahead. I won't stop you from looking like a godforsaken retard.

The Byzantine Goes Like This:
1. The Red
2. The Black
3. The Mage

The War Goes Like This:
1. Be infiltrated
2. Be separated
3. Kill the frauds

The Alliances Go Like This:
1. The Mage Serves The Black
2. The Blacks Infiltrate
2A. Some are recruited. Some are not.
3. The Reds Kill The Mages
4. Before They Go After The Blacks
4A. Some Blacks Initiate Combat. Those Go First.

We're not going to lie to you. We're not going to keep secrets. We're not going to pretend.

The four of us are like this:

Mr. Hope doesn't ever do anything evil.
Then again, he doesn't have to.
He's that skilled in combat.

Mr. King is cruel to enemies like you.
His techniques are polished to absolute perfection.

Mr. Arena is does not wish to fight you like this.
He is vicious beyond your comprehension.

I need to win and if my enemy suffers just to ensure this so be it.
He's given me no other option.
I wish I was as skilled as Mr. Hope in combat.

We promised each other to survive in here. We knew what we, each one of us, was getting into. We're coming out of his alive and untainted. If we fail in the end, then we fail.

Satan: "C'mon...Don't you want to sell your soul for assured victory in this instance? What if you fail? You won't for certainty if you sell your soul! Think of how easy it would be too! You wouldn't have to do all that strenuous physical exercise!"
Me: *Forced to speak with one such as itself* "Fuck off."

You fucking tools.

You are faced with a situation. You, with no exceptions or other recourse, either bargain your way out or you become evil through the handiwork of an evil force. I think, in God's eyes, it would be okay to choose the lesser of two evils in this. What's a man to do, then? I saw the look of fear in the son of my friend's eyes. Standing there, oblivious and helpless. I asked, "I can continue to use these two bodily functions..." The other will be eliminated. I get the feeling, as strange as this may sound, that we never had assholes. Full waste usage with the only thing being outsourced is de-electrolyzed water. I saw King's face. Only his upper body. God in Heaven, what have I done to him? They move in their own architecture. Their labyrinth is their path with everything being built up from the bottom left hand corner that they just can't touch. He memorized every step, turn, round-about and path. Remembered their walls and broke right through them with ease no less...The experience left him drained, beaten, bloody and near death. All in the name of rescuing the child of his rival. They forced the information out of me...

"Pain gets the best of everyone eventually."

Then they met a prey that they didn't expect. A mark with teeth. Torn apart by their own machinations before they could even instigate a plan. This is how we operate.

LUCIFER'S HOLOCAUST CHANGED THE WAYS WE CAPTURE, INTERROGATE AND RECRUITE

Fool, don't you know that all signs, symbols and prayers go to Him?

• The inverted crucifix is merely an insult to the anti-christ and his cowardice, his hypocrisy, his needless, stupid, amusing suffering
• The inverted pentagram is merely a testament to God's ways to power and control through means that his allies love and his enemies shit themselves over...
• God doesn't even give a shit about power. All that matters is protection of the ones and the things He loves and if that means absolute power, tyranny and dictatorship over His enemies, so fucking be it.
  
• The statement "I promise betrayal" is merely God's way of saying that even if He should be corrupted the new incarnation of evil, usurping His throne, would be torn asunder by the very soldiers that pledged loyalty who would then wait patiently for His Return
• The Luciferian Bible is merely an account on the methods God uses against enemies of that nature...It's spy versus spy cunts and you know, the simple fact is that it's not evil to do things that would be deemed evil to an innocent person
• Even the corrupted version of His Original Scripctures, accounting the serpentinian worshipers of Lucifer and their journey across the desert using magic retains a diamond in the rough...How does it feel to know that your every work is taken from you, your flock turned against you and your every word twisted for His Strength?
  

How did King manage to recover? Deus Ex Machina's on that don't you worry. His nearly lifeless body lying in a field of lush jade grass beneath a partly cloudy summer's afternoon with a chance of thunder storms. Good for him I say and he agrees!

Our pain is weakness being cast out.
Near death experiences are encouraged.

You do not scare me with your threats of torture and death. I welcome whatever pain of mind or body you have in store for me over these coming years. If I should be called back on His Command, I'll be all the stronger from what you've done to me.

Again: Thanks and...have a great day!

P.S. Derrick: Upcoming message on your journal log. You can't see it through your divinations because you're only reading what you want to see and hear but:

YOU WERE UNABLE TO FINISH YOUR WORK BEFORE YOU DIED

Thanks

...

Faggot

Hi, My Name Is:

The United States of America!
I first came over here as fanatic religious zealots trying to escape from Britain's oppressive laws against my religion. When I found people wearing leather clothing made from animal skins and decorative jewelery with dark skin, I just KNEW I had to kill them all and take their land in the name of God. Later, as time passed by, I decided I'd take some black people from Africa and beat them to death if they didn't do what I wanted them to in the name of God! My country strands for freedom of entrepreneurs to do as they wish! I like to provide funding for people who I will later call my enemies for future wars. I also like to pay people to kill innocent civilians so I can make even more money in wars against ideologies. I am my military! If you oppose or speak out against my wealthy weapons manufacturers and their special business partners in a public office, I will make you look like a homosexual, pederast or simply shoot you and then get away with it by killing anyone who investigates if they don't take a bribe to be quiet and do something else!

Israel!
I existed about 2,000 years ago. Then, suddenly, my country disappeared and we've been wandering around the world ever since! If you remark on the fact that Jewish people are, far and away, a "label" of people with the largest portion of money in the world on top of the fact that the leaders of almost, if not every, banking institution around the globe, I'll be sure to "label" you as an anti-semite, which almost the equivalent to pedophile! Recently, thanks to our wonderful negotiation techniques, we've managed to take the land that was stolen from us so many years ago. We had to bulldoze the homes of some poor people because they were on land we wanted but that's just a conspiracy theory that isn't founded in any truth or evidence. People who record these incidents occurring are just really good at Photoshopping. Right now, I'm currently starving some civilians to death because there are some people amongst them who are militant. Shame on those militants! Didn't they know that I'm right and they're wrong? Anyways, I'd really like to thank The United States for giving me billions of dollars in money and lots of weapons to defend myself against the people defending their people in this region. If that money supply gets cut off, I sure wouldn't know what to do with myself!

EXIF KIHAP CONTENT OVER CONTEXT

First off:
I'm a guy, I still got my package and it's got every reason to stay attached.

Secondly:
I am not just a personality in some skin. I am an idea.

Lastly:
You're vile and I'm taking you right off the menu.

Can't help but remark on the fact that an 18 year old woman looks like she's not 18 in a movie she's starring in as a 14 year old girl. Odd, no? Maybe she's wearing compressors on her bust or something. Maybe she's not actually 18 in the movie. Now that, gentlemen, would be a finely honed tracking device. Such a wonderful actor. With the right lightning adjustments and the tiny sparky cameras floating around, vignettes like these can be found and displayed!

Tiny machines making thoughts and inclinations in my brain. I'm still disgusted by those three(two? scheduled for deletion regardless if I already hadn't) incidents. I'll never forget. Much in the same manner that a soldier remembers every bullet. Going to make myself stronger from it, to learn from it. Every bit of pink mist. Why did you do something like that? I know this is nothing, what's happening to me right now...Could be unimaginably worse, for certainty. Since I'm operating on this level of duress, however, and it's not going to get worse (at least I'm going to try my damnest not to let it), I have to say that this is a beautiful, though deranged and cruel work of business and profit on your part. Seriously! I'm honestly impressed. All the effort and resources. The cameras, the planning, the pain you put yourself through all for this passive aggressive bullshit.

You crossed a line, though. Yes, I'm one to occasionally let annoyances bother me. I'm young and trying my hardest to harden my skin against it all. Watching an opera. Expressionless. You'd most certainly make me the first to find and kill if I left your business so I did the only thing I could. I killed you and took over your little establishment to use it as I saw fit. Don't worry. I just wanted the basement space for my free club. Don't try to pass this off as though I'm the bad guy asshole. Even if someone tries their hardest to forget the things they've done, it just doesn't go away. Everyone remembers if they're the villain. Things that have happened to them, though, those are possible. Clearly, an individual wouldn't ever want to remember being turned into an evil cenobite if they weren't, in fact, evil. It's quite horrible. Do you need more clarification? Perhaps you'd like me to change the syntax around here and there or maybe add more to the whole shebang? If I'm the reincarnation of a "bad guy", then I am redeemed and you have no right to lay the blame for what essentially amounts to another person's deeds on me. If I've done things in this life that I'm not aware of that have caused evil shit to happen, then I'd trade all them away for something better if I was given the chance and I'd keep the memories of that shit with me as a memento. You don't feel physical pain when you remember a broken leg. Should you be forced to suffer what is inextricably not your fault? You can be certain that in almost any instance, somebody or some thing is to blame for the reaction. I'm trying my best not to be one but in the end the definition is written in on The Machine's wall. I am a victim and you, whatever or whoever you are, are a pedophile.

Out of all the things you said and did to me, those two things annoyed me so much that it was disgusting.

You should have left me to my vomit.

I'm A Nosferatu In This Architecture...I'm...Lurid...Here

I think that in dire situations wherein one embraces the truth and decides, with absolute resolve that can never break, nor bend. Can never be bought. That this person can "become" like Christ, like God but for a limited time. For the sole purpose of silencing the target absolutely. It is that in the most technical term possible. Saints working their reported miracles of revival and healing. They do not claim to be God, The Father, The Spirit Or The Son. God comes through them, their hands and their words. How else would a man cast out demons or, frighteningly enough as it is to even imagine such a horrible scene, Lucifer himself, from the body of a helpless child if they weren't to literally "become" God for that brief instant of unity with The Almighty. Thus, I daresay it is not blasphemous at all to state, "I am become Jesus Christ, salvation incarnate" but don't think for a second that it isn't to state, "I Am" when, simply put, you are not. There was once a point where I would have demanded some sort of sign, a bit of proof that I wasn't alone or that it was He who was The Answer. Where I continued to doubt what the liars and murderers around me were flaunting before my very eyes, into my very ears with their every word and action. It was a moment of utter weakness that I pruned like so many branches on the visonary's bonzai art. I need none now, nor would I even have to speak incredulity or inquiry in the presence of Him. My faith tells me, as equally as it does for His presence beside me, that I would be able to differentiate between an impostor and the True Form of He Who Is I Am with no hesitation, no lapse in time. An educated man is simply asked, "What is 1 plus 1?" Before the answer passes from his lips, he already knows the answer before a ?

Yes, indeed, I can state with absolute confidence and purity:

JESUS CHRIST IS IN HEAVEN NOW

Nuance

Saiyajin -
People of honor and virtue. People of The Leviathan Destroyer. The berserkers, gifted by God with The Golden Ascension.

Druids -
The Greys and Whites! The shape-shifters!

Fae -
Elves, kaioshin, grigs, faeries, etcetera. Folk of the woodland, of nature. Druidic in nature, with control in the elements and/or ki energy.

Lycans -
Turned, a single originator from eons ago having been the first with the disease that can only be passed through bites. Like the Saiyajins, they are transformed under the light of a full moon and, with enough self-awarness, retain cognizance.

Vampire -
Originated from The First, given a mutated diseased, starting a separate class in civilizations before branching between the Gluttons and Nobility. Born or turned. Power dependent upon the turner or birth-mother. Unfortunate souls who don't have enough power to acquire blood without force have two options. To turn must come at the will of both the master and apprentice. Physiological fraudulence is an impossibility. This is why the given scenario is rare. Like normal humans, the vampiric can be gluttonous and needlessly violent. The vampiric are of the shades of pitch, melding into the darkness' comforting touch. The vampires are controllers and manipulators of demonic minions and Great Old Ones that would seek to curdle their blood into the depths of Hell. The vampiric are the shade grafters. The vampiric are of the eyes and tentacles in darkness. To be turned is to be living in Spirit and Time within your first life.

You weren't expect The Lurid One's interference and even if you were, there wasn't anything you would have been able to do otherwise.

Normals -
Just regular, every-day organisms sans the above qualities. Human beings, The Predator Race, The Xenomorphers, etcetera...

Undead -
Ghouls are ghouls.

Cenobites -
The wizard apprentices of the living, conferencing with their master Satan. Tortured and killed into a mutilated, undead wizard. A "lich", so to speak.

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My Last Message Concering This Matter

Roar of hope's screams, tears
A Chained Man wakes up alone
Controlled, grieved - Ire

Allow Me To Educate You

The faster something moves, the closer it approaches the speed of light. Touching the speed of light causes your mass to reach the level of infinity and slows the passage of time over space for your physical body to the point of everything happening well, almost to the point of absolute freezing. You'd think that "Absolute Zero" would come hand in hand with traveling at the speed of light but the answer is no. It comes with Instantaneous Movement. One might think this is an incredible strain but it is not so. It does, however, require some strength! If one is moving at a level that is beyond the speed of light, it is nothing short nor more than instantaneous, which is an indivisible fraction of time. Interactions between two individuals moving at an instanteous rate are seperate factors. Think snapshots coming from opposing cameras at the fastest rate allowed when you set the "continue" function for taking the photo on. Eventually, one reaches a level where inter-dimensional travel becomes a possibility. This is useful for traversing between Chambers of Spirit and Time (if travel between the two is allowed) or from The Land of the Living and The Otherworld. Here's where the fun begins! It requires some bit of effort and exercising (or torture if that's your schmere) but eventually you'll be able to manipulate The Universe through functions that utilize the speed of light, which, for all intents and purposes, is a kind of vector for the level known as "infinity." Now, to execute a certain function (such as causing something to happen to two [or perhaps three] seperately qualified variable amounts of IPs, which can be numbered to a finite amount), liken it to scripting and acting out a short and small play with the intentional metaphor behind each literal action seriously. Obviously, a certain level of strength will be required for any specific action. Making a random star system instantaneously disappear as opposed to affecting every IP in The Universe are two actions operating on extremely seperated levels of strength. Be aware that what is done cannot be undone, nor countered or blocked since it is all "instantaneous" and comes into effect immediately. I mean, sure, you can try to jump on the stage and ruin the play but don't expect the audience, actors (think Christian Bale ripping a new asshole in that idiot who decided to walk on the fucking stage three times) or security personelle to not politely escort you out of the premises. Like any movie or play, there are certain "gradings" consistent with the action being performed. From there it tangents on the number of IPs affected. Let's take 1 for instance, to which each analogous comparison can be used as an archetype for the vent happening to any variable number. F is something along the lines of making a knife turn a few degrees on a counter somewhere. D is like forcing somebody to "endure" watching or acting in The Truman Show. C is on par with the black ghost possession technique. B is your standard or irregular "shock and disgust" movie. A is only available for handling, dancing and/or singing to Non-Evil aligned IPs, like the Spirit Coin technique. Now let's talk about the transformations. It goes like this: Normal, Super, Hyper, Ultra, Ultimate Function Release (being "calmed" by a loved one or true companion) and then, from there, it gets a little bit complicated. See, when two opposing individuals operating beyond the "Ultimate" level physically fight any "where" or "time", it tears the very fabric of The Universe apart and inherently causes death and suffering to innocent bystanders. This is where the Good-Aligned IPs really shine, for it allows the enactment of a Class A Play, which can be any number of improvisational action sequences. I like to coin this the "Ultima" technique. It's a technique that is not a specific technique, a fight that is not physically fought. First there is the Target Identification, which is akin to simply monitoring the Input/Output frequencies on your IP and hearing or seeing a tone or wavelength that shouldn't be. Then, there's the Approval Recognization, which is the fun part. This is when the play starts. Think of a A Class Play like the flawless performance of a symphony covering Goldberg's Variations, Ode to Joy (any of the good ones really) or even playing a new set of movements. Lastly, there is the Function Release, which is always for a limited time and ends when the target has been completely silenced. This is The Leviathan versus yours. I bet whale meat is delicious and their oil has many, many uses. This is the standing ovation that undoubtely occures after the final bar. The roaring cheers, whistles and claps before everyone exits The Theater satisfied with the critiques on their lips and the after-parties on their minds. There is no taming this. It's sincerity is never controlled. You can put a wolf in a cage for it's entire life but it will long for the forest beyond the cage no matter how well you take care of it. Even the poodle retains the instinctual memory of how to hunt and survive in the wild, although these genes are largely unactivated considering the breed's context. Now, far be it from me to say that it isn't your God-Given right to torture, or whatever politically correct word you use to define what it is you do to others or, yourself, to the tune of the googolplexes upon googolplexes but I have to warn you there is only failure in store for IPs with regards to attempting to perform content over context of this nature to other Good-Aligned IPs. Like gravity, certain things never change. Oh, certainly, they can be manipulated (much is the nature of how you operate) but this is where the transformations come in handy. Naturally, one who is operating at an ascended level can only do so for a transient amount of time without putting a strain on his or her's life span but this is where The Bourne One comes into "play", so to speak. When co-operating in unison with other abel fighters, they are able to retain their stasis in the sixth as though it were completely natural (like being born) and not a reaction that came as a result of some external stimuli's push and/or suggestion, which means it won't come at the cost of the eventual "fading" of their physical body. For warriors operating at this level of awareness, the three step counter (something inevitable considering It's nature) is easy as understanding the nature of Pi. Now, we're not going to assume that the job is ever done. That would be silly. This is why we'll keep exercising, practicing and meditating if for nothing more than a sound soul, mind and body. I'd like to specify the difference between the base level, the exertion and the overdrive. When exercising, you increase your base. When fighting, exertion is lifted from your base. When transforming, removing weighted items or performing a Push, you're hitting the overdrive. Obviously, since I've already clarified that past a certain constant the fabric of space-time becomes fucked up in an expanding diameter dependant upon the variable we're dealing with, it's easy to follow that fighting beyond the constant in an area where others are affected is a big "Go Fuck Yourself" response thread. Since the given in this is The Universe, which includes both Here and There, that's out of the question and, essentially, made completely irrelevant. When you couple the Restriction Art with both the exertion and overdrive, you get your Mona Lisa. The thing that everyone loves and that you remember forever. Even if the specifics are lost to either I or he, the gist is there four two you. You might ask, "If you're exerting at the sixth and this encompasses The Universe, doesn't that mean you're breaking your own rule?" No, I'm not at all. If you're making me exert at that point, obviously you were recognized as was my approval. I don't even have to go beyond that point to kill you! This is the flavor text! Since I was bourne like that, they're my play things so in the inevitable case of expansion, the eventuality is that meditation on the sixth will be easy but there will forever be progression. My little "Black Rose Immortal". Quite the show-stopper when you get me involved, I'll tell you that much! To wit, you might say, "If that's the case, then the ninth will be effectually rendered as necessary for constant exposure and then will be useless!" That's what you're just not getting, though. The last three steps are like the half-way point in any flight's trajectory for both the pilot, who is me and the passenger, who is you. The Simple Truth Is This: You don't have a plane and I do and when you're on mine (The Only) you are going where I take the bus.

The sixth is the sixth and it simply provides three "For True" lines which are:
Given:
I = WEcho 0., 1., 2., If:
You =\= WEcho FOR TRUE:

FOR TRUE: Aggressive (Passive-/+Active) X Sense Perceive = CGI And/Or < Reality
0. "*Points And Laughs At And/Or With You* You're joking, right?"
If: Yes, Then: *Laughs Harder* Get the fuck out. Seriously.
If: No, Then: "Why so serious?" *Proceeds To Shit On And Then Rape Your Lifeless Corpse Before Stripping It Naked And Impaling Your Pale, Vivisected and Desiccated Flesh On A Pike Outside My House, Laughing While I Do It*

FOR TRUE: WEcho = "Fight!"
1. "Am I defending life and honor?"
If: Yes, Then: Go fuck yourself.
If: No, Then: May the best fighter win.

FOR TRUE: {1 = YES}
2. "Do I need to go to the farthest point, which lies beyond this for you?"
If: Yes, Then: You won't be alive long enough to remember my name.
If: No, Then: You fucking disappoint me.


Finally, here are your two options if you so choose to make us fuck you up. You can either simply die and disappear forever to never return or you can hex some more but, unfortunately for you, this will only result in The Solution. It's like enduring a DOSA coming from connection speeds just beyond your reach and exploding at a velocity faster than the speed of light, which is instantaneous no matter how many 0s you'd like to add and, for the kicker, the script was given a loop function. Of course, it's entirely possible that you might be resurrected and be forced to go through this over and over but I don't speak on Her behalf. I hope for your sake that you aren't a "wizard", honestly. Then again, I'm sure you know some sort of "conversion" spell to make you into a fighter but if that's where you're coming from to begin with, there's not much I can do for you. Not that I'd want to anyways, to be perfectly honest. Don't worry though. Even Kid Eternity came back as someone honorable and good-hearted.

At least once a day!

Every day until this ends.

All because they just didn't like me.

In return, they made me find out.

Truly, a new form of irony.

It's like looking at a wheel in a colour you never thought existed before.

Heart's Alive

A separate entity, my flesh. What secret purposes does it intend for my soul and for what reason? Whom does my frail, beating, bloody heart swear allegiance to? The dust I am part of, it's like the locusts sweeping over the plains of Africa, devouring everything in their path child and plant alike. Spreading disease. A nosferatu. I, for better lack of the words, really believed that my stories and the nonsense were true. That through fiction the writing might become solid, holding breath and mass. I feel as though I've brushed with the devil himself and came out of it corrupted. I feel as though my arrogance will leave me with no hope in the brace of darkness after I pass from this coil. As far as I'm concerned, for the time being at least, I am just writing a story on disparate pieces of paper. I don't know what's happening to me but I can extrapolate a plausible guess as to who or what is behind it and for what purposes. Strange, to know without knowing. I've faith that some poor gentleman with some fairly decent idealistic proposals that was betrayed by his own kinsmen and nailed to a cross before being resurrected, a gentleman who was born of the ruach, the feminine Holy Spirit and the Father, (much like all of us but a direct descendant to Their will, Their literal Son), will see me through this with all the effortless grace They are capable of. If I am wrong about the ruach, then may God forgive my ignorance. This is my testimony, to all the teeming masses of Smiths watching in their silent malevolence. With all your taunts and technology. If I were to take a walk a hundred miles south, nothing would change. Even if this is all an illusory container, I want you to know that I'm not going to stop praying through my existence. I'm not going to stop believing. I've seen true evil in my sleep. It's strange, the paradox. If I hear something that comforts me, it is dis-settling. If I hear something that dis-settles me, it is dis-settling. I guess I'm a permanently agitated person because of you but that doesn't mean you bother me. What do I love? You know the answer to this and I don't believe that you have that power to take this away from me, nor have you ever or ever will. What do I request? Only to be ressurrected and allowed into the One True Kingdom of Heaven after I die. I guess I am not extraordinary, for I ask for a splendidly extraordinary gift, right? To be honest, I'd like this all to end now but I suppose the only reason it continues is for some purpose, or for the very purpose of purposelessness. I imagine that after my youth is spent, I won't be entertaining for you any more...I think it's high time that I read The Holy Book in it's entirety.

Indeed, I don't hate you. I love you as well as Them. Does this mean you move me? No, you don't instigate even an iota of emotion beyond the perfunctory acknowledgment and response in communication. Not with your double speak, not with your mocking solemnity. I will see what you do there, soak it all in and we will both come out apathetic. You to me and I to you. It feels good to be stoic in the face of jealously insane, obsessive and adulant odium. I'm going to make sure I will eventually have no tells. That I will be the immovable object and the unstoppable force.

"You cannot possibly hope to provoke that creature."

If you'd like to make my fiction into truth, to make this little game into reality, I'll tell you my pseudonyms. If The Lord God Almighty will this to be so in the name of His Plan, I'll tell you my pseudonyms.

I am:
Praying Mantis the Bullet

Mr. Machina the Anonymous Writer
Vin the Nosferatu
Nihil the Wrath
Son Halek the Saiyajin

They are me and I am them. We are one.

Hear Of and Have Faith...Bear Witness and Believe

Halek isn't here. Halek went away. He's busy right now. There's no rest for him where he is, with what he's doing. Son Brolly and King Vegeta take care of you. Would you like to see a new chapter written in all my favorite literary devices? Would it bother you to some degree if my fiction was your truth, your truth my fiction? Allow me to educate you in the art of benevolence, destruction and grief. Again, whatever you cast on me will be returned sevenfold. These are the laws of operations. You, yourself, should be more than aware of them. I wonder then, but only to the smallest degree necessary, what's in store for you?

HI IM VIN

I'm the psychotic mantis screaming through his prayers for redemption at the sins you've made me commit, protection from what you'd inflict and transubstantiation from this Hell you've turned my world into...Christopheles. I don't think Jesus appreciates your imitation very much, Leviathan, Abaddon, Lucifer, Mephistopheles, Satan, Belial, Baal, Diablo...The Catholic Church sends Incognito and Vlad recognizes the approval. The fallen angel works in cahoots with Gabriel and Constantine does his duty. The Protestant Church separates schisms from the truth and becomes inharmonious but Vin will set things right. Wouldn't it be nice if the two branches were brought together under the eagle's claw? I'm going to take every bit of truth you've smothered in this desert and lift it up with my own two hands, piece by piece. Every tablet, every piece of papyrus. We're not just talking about obfuscation, we're talking about total annihilation of any who would seek to hex and recompile the Holy Texts for their own purposes. I'm sure you've all seen the movie with the gentleman carrying around a whip and finding priceless artifacts for viewing in museums and the part where the nazis (that is you people) try to fuck with the Holy Ark and just ends up being melted. Sorry, no, that part isn't going to change you fucking kafirs. You're worse than scum on the pond's surface. At least scum and cancer serve a purpose. You have none. Your existence is without meaning or purpose and thus, you are subject to grounds for termination. You do not serve any balance within nature. You do not even serve the purposes of a cleansing fire. You're just weak, fragile uselessness at it's complete worst. You are going to be shown how nature, when she intends to decide who or what lives and dies, how this is simply done. Yes, the Holy Order of Protestant Knights and the Catholic Church will be united through my revelations, my simple logic that I derived from this wicked flesh surrounding my soul from God. These times are, indeed, very exciting. I hope you're just as ready as I am for what's to come. If I have to burn The Vatican to the ground and rebuild it with my own two hands, I'd gladly pay the price in time. Silly Roman Pigs, where do you get off thinking your little "Pope" is equal to Jesus Christ?

"Then he took a cup, and when he had returned thanks he gave it to them, and all drank from it, and he said to them, 'This is my blood, the blood of the covenant, which is to be poured out for many.'"

My 1 Up

Ping response urgent.
Ego reduction needed.
Insult evacuation for the safety dance.

All the taunts in the world won't mask your lies.

Obsessive Compulsive Compulsory Obligations For The Restriction Art's Cancellation

The sound of the shower's faucet on full blast as he stood naked, facing the camera's invisible glare. With a timbre not of his own, eyes bereft of tears with all the acceptance of one so dedicated to the displacement of the self on a battlefield, he spoke: "I will be avenged sevenfold."

My Three Lives

How many different versions of myself, living different versions of this life, changing at different times? Awareness. I can't seem to recall my friends, their faces. It feels like I've been here for so long. About a year now. It won't end without me dying, it seems. The God and Goddess had a child, proxy birth through a woman in the land of the living. He was crucified, died and rose beside his parents. I don't know what's going to happen to me after I die. I'm so fucking convinced about these things, this work of art I've been weaving around myself. I feel things in response. Stimulators and there's nothing yet. You made me forget the title and the quote. There was an EXIF of sentiments, something about a machination to your victory.

King Vegeta found himself in a chamber where the wooden frame of the surrounding walls were cracked, divided to let the light in. The floor was bloody and chains hung around him. The rattle suddenly came from the shadows, striking his skin as though it were living metal trying to grasp onto him. They fell, limp. The Black Pope appeared with four of his friends. The cenobites. Halek had warned The King and the others of this grave danger, of the pain and agony they had caused to innocent individuals throughout his dream world. The souls they had taken, perverted and claimed as their own like elves into orcs from Tolkien lore. Vegeta moved, his steps like the rays of light flashing in and out of existence, his fist through the cenobite's bodies like Vin's against the wooden board from his first test at the school where he had been trained in the martial arts as a child. They fell, lifeless and headless with a swift ridge hand strike followed by the collapsed heart in his ruddy, white glove. A simple tip-toe back into the shadows, so to speak. It wasn't disappearing. It was just quick movement. The cenobites knew of this as well. Within a few breaths, they were all heaped on top of their own forms. Vegeta turned to look at their leader, eyes of black fire. He ascended, tossing the grotesque form of what was once a man against the wall nearby. "Do you enjoy hurting the weak so much? Do you enjoy pain? You are a fool." By the end of this statement the rings of death were clutching around the Pope's neck, torso and legs. "You do not know what pain is!" Vegeta steps to him and with all swiftness removes the metal spikes studding his skull. "Have you ever felt the ground beneath you erupt in a frenzied storm of ash and fire, tearing you apart or launching you into the airless vacuum of space where your maimed form suffocates?" He slaps his bear, pallid visage a few times before thrusting his fist into his pierced stomach. The Pope spat blood. "So you do breath after all...You're not so dead as you claim." A hard backhand and the Pope's jaw hangs loosely, his sadistic rantings ended. "Have you ever felt every fiber of your body aflame before you exploded outwards, showering everything in your sights in an inferno of jagged shards? Have you ever felt the liquid burn? It's somewhat like the mixture of lye and saliva against your skin, this energy." Vegeta holds out his hands and a sphere of ki begins to coalesce. It shoots to the wall behind them and the light cascades in, the thunderous roar of the explosion muting out all the cries of the damned and screams of the innocent. "It's time these individuals were freed from you. What's the matter Pope?! Does the light burn your eyes?! Do you think you are forever? Think you know true power?! The person you've trapped in this stupid box was born an ascended Saiyajin! He holds strength in his fingertips that we only dream of! He is on our side and he is your worst nightmare, Pinhead!" Vegeta steps back ten feet, battle stance ready, rigid upright palm facing his enemy. Son Goku, meanwhile, was devouring the legions of the Pope's followers in a furious hailstorm of death from the black sky above. A fierce beacon of light amidst the living dead. Son Brolly was in his own quadrant, tearing the fabric of everything apart with all the glee that the Saiyajin feels in midst of righteous combat. Halek slept peacefully at the center of the labyrinth, awaiting patiently in his dreams to be carried off.

You keep referring to this game that you have me playing against my will. Something that you designed for me to lose. You keep telling me that I like to play games. Honestly, it's only out of pure boredom in my protest that I do it. They're more entertaining than books, yes and I guess you could say I don't not enjoy the act of playing a video game. It's all about pleasure at the cost of another's with you, isn't it? It's hard to stop. To give up the sense of restart. Yes, I like to play games. What does it have to do with anything else? Why do you keep scripting my actions to something else? That's not very nice. You should learn to be a more gentle individual, like me.

Boy, I sure do hate you a whole lot.

For Bush and Co.

Hey guys, I just wanted to let you know that after I transfer over to Son Halek via the unconscious transmigration technique initiated by God (possibly even me, since it's unconscious), the Ghost (that will essentially be "me", unalterable and immutable) that takes over for this nosferatu's body is going to hunt and kill you. I guess you fucked with the wrong homicidal maniac. I can see that you're clearly upset by the things I'm saying, this is good. Let the relevant fear for what's to come be as a constant reminder that you are still alive. The pain of mind you're experiencing right now is a healthy, natural response to an inevitability. Don't worry, however, as it won't be that brutal. You'll probably be going about your daily activities (whatever they might be) and then all of a sudden you'll find yourself being eaten alive by a big, black, amorphous, dog-like, many-eyed monster that emerges from the shadows. Don't bother running because it really won't make any difference. I can be anywhere in this universe that I wish at any moment in time so you'll just be wasting your time and energy. Relax and enjoy the rest of your lives. Again, I need to stress that there's still time to stop this and prevent an eternity of suffering. You don't think you're special or even respected in Hell, do you? You're just a bunch of cross-dressing fairies that meet together for secret clubhouse meetings. You're a fucking joke, even amongst your own masters. Kind of sad, really. The irony is that Son Brolly (me) and my friends are going to kill the Three and, in all likelihood, Lou as well but they'll just be replaced by another horrible evil who will probably do terrible things to your kind in the jagged mountains.

In case you decide to be really stubborn, say hello to The Black Pope for me when you meet him.

I am with you always until my survival is at hand because of you. Remember this well. I've never known companionship or love, especially from the filth that you shed onto me while I'm lying here on your little hospital bed strapped tightly and I probably never will. In all honesty: I pity your face but I don't give a fuck about your soul when it's mine that is at stake. I won't sacrifice myself for the likes of you. Little Smeagols and their precious TVs. I am not selfless or altruistic because I've never met anything worth those adjectives. I've never fought for anyone but myself. I'm done offering lip services and crude masquerades of a hornet's correctness. I won't care when you die.

In fact, I might just be relieved to see your corpse.
Every single one makes me feel better.

Don't talk to me in public any more, filthy snake scum. Do not bother me. Do not make physical contact with me. Do not invite me to your "events". Do not send me your "packages". You disgust me but are still delicious. I wouldn't want to spoil my appetite. Imagine being a predator at the top of the food chain and meeting your meal, finding out it's smart just like you and choosing not to cause harm. You are around it for a long time and, oddly enough, begin to befriend it! Then, one day, your natural prey decides to become a meal and tries to kill you for no reason, insulting you in the process. The kicker is it's delicious, this prey. I don't think I'll meet anything that can be as fucking stupid as you. You're the capped line on a chart, little snakepigs. Approval is recognized. You are damned and I'm going to torture you because it's the only way out of here. You made the box yourself and it's the last one on a shelf, little slant-eyed snake pig. I'm coming for you.

Self servitude. Reactionary impulse. Tantalizingly easy to recognize, like looking at the doe from across a lake whilst hunting for it. I'm only as self serving and selfish as it takes to survive though there are things that I wouldn't dare undertake. Is that the test, then? Kill an innocent or suffer? I think you've stumbled into the wrong man's vision. You see, like anyone taking a load to the wash, when I don't like what's outside of my own cognizance, I simply remove it. I loathe your little questionnaire, your attempt at power over me. I guess I'm going to have to be very self serving then, when I tear you limb from limb for even so much as attempting to present such a choice to me. Do you see? We are alike in only certain respects. You seem to be operating under the delusion of mistaking one actor for another simply because of a single angle or several others. You just aren't looking at all the pieces or viewpoints available in the spectrum.

I'm just acting out of self defense against would be assailants. Know that whatever happens to them occurs right before they speak words of command to facilitate my harm or physically harm me. I don't just kill because of thoughts. That would be...fascist.

Yes, I am a homicidal maniac but a justified one.