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.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Hallucinations Are Real But Their Effects Can Be Destroyed
Pain in dreams is there whether you'd say it was a figment of some non-existent source or not. I don't doubt for a moment that you're out there, watching, cheering the other on, waiting patiently to devour the image of my demise. I have clarity and vision too. I'm taking what's mine back and killing you in the process because I have to. You can stop this any time you want before the clock strikes the hour of judgment.
Monday, April 19, 2010
I Am A Hunter By Instinct And My Life Is My Forest
Implications:
Eliminating the betrayer before it performs the known action will result in an increased number of betrayers.
Reason being that the betrayer is doing so out of ignorance and is therefore not at fault.
The betrayer will make me tear out my ears and eyes through patience, longevity and persistence.
Truth:
Eliminating the betrayer before it performs the known action will result in a peaceful lull for a variable period of time.
The betrayer is not ignorant of it's own actions.
A new, stronger enemy will arise amongst the orders and governing bodies of the Good people in the universe, taking advantage and manipulating them through force and unprovoked subtle or overt threats rather than cooperation.
Unconscious Transmigration (sightless and soundless tactics) will be used to combat, overwhelm and destroy the new enemy.
The cycle will repeat but the universe does not, nor will it need to be "destroyed and restarted" as it has so often before.
Good will prevail via patience, longevity and persistence.
I question myself.
"What of the lesser characters and their plight? The turning of their own children against their parents?"
I fight for them. Both the betrayed and the lost.
I am not simply chopping into pieces, filling full of holes or setting aflame and casting what's left off into nature.
I am grabbing by the throat, reaching in through the rib cage and crushing the heart then devouring in acid.
When I am finished with my enemies, there is no trace left of their existence in this world or, should circumstances necessitate, the other as well.
I am literally wiping the evil from all planes of existence, all dimensions.
Dissent into non-existence will only result in forgiveness, which leads to reincarnation as a Good life form.
I forgive sincere apologies but never forget.
Wax on, wax off.
I question myself.
"Will I still retain my soul even if I am forced to combat children?"
I think nothing of eliminating any who would engage in mortal combat with me or my friends.
Existence is war.
War is not a game.
War is existence.
Existence is not a game.
The first rule of existence is to survive.
The first rule of war is to survive.
Peace is merely time granted to you to prepare for war.
Sic vis pacem, para bellum.
I leave my audience with the quote in stone:
"I am Jaguar Paw. Son of Flint Sky...My father hunted this forest before me...My name is Jaguar Paw. I am a hunter. This is my forest. And my sons will hunt it with their sons after I am gone."
Eliminating the betrayer before it performs the known action will result in an increased number of betrayers.
Reason being that the betrayer is doing so out of ignorance and is therefore not at fault.
The betrayer will make me tear out my ears and eyes through patience, longevity and persistence.
Truth:
Eliminating the betrayer before it performs the known action will result in a peaceful lull for a variable period of time.
The betrayer is not ignorant of it's own actions.
A new, stronger enemy will arise amongst the orders and governing bodies of the Good people in the universe, taking advantage and manipulating them through force and unprovoked subtle or overt threats rather than cooperation.
Unconscious Transmigration (sightless and soundless tactics) will be used to combat, overwhelm and destroy the new enemy.
The cycle will repeat but the universe does not, nor will it need to be "destroyed and restarted" as it has so often before.
Good will prevail via patience, longevity and persistence.
I question myself.
"What of the lesser characters and their plight? The turning of their own children against their parents?"
I fight for them. Both the betrayed and the lost.
I am not simply chopping into pieces, filling full of holes or setting aflame and casting what's left off into nature.
I am grabbing by the throat, reaching in through the rib cage and crushing the heart then devouring in acid.
When I am finished with my enemies, there is no trace left of their existence in this world or, should circumstances necessitate, the other as well.
I am literally wiping the evil from all planes of existence, all dimensions.
Dissent into non-existence will only result in forgiveness, which leads to reincarnation as a Good life form.
I forgive sincere apologies but never forget.
Wax on, wax off.
I question myself.
"Will I still retain my soul even if I am forced to combat children?"
I think nothing of eliminating any who would engage in mortal combat with me or my friends.
Existence is war.
War is not a game.
War is existence.
Existence is not a game.
The first rule of existence is to survive.
The first rule of war is to survive.
Peace is merely time granted to you to prepare for war.
Sic vis pacem, para bellum.
I leave my audience with the quote in stone:
"I am Jaguar Paw. Son of Flint Sky...My father hunted this forest before me...My name is Jaguar Paw. I am a hunter. This is my forest. And my sons will hunt it with their sons after I am gone."
Cost
I think, in the end, the cost of your pleasure is something you must account for. Everyone wants to be pleased or to please. Do you please yourself or others through the suffering or death of others? Do you prevent or cause?
Defense!
Defense!
Defense!
If I were to find myself on your grounds, I would be more than happy to share in commune with you. We can be prosperous together. If you were to attack me, however, the laws of nature simply state that I am not accountable for actions performed out of self defense. What of the carnivorous? The lion does not need to ask for forgiveness in hunting the gazelle, for it is in his nature. Need I ask for forgiveness because I have tasted the flesh of fish, bovine, deer and foul? I guess this is the biggest question I'll ever ask. What of plants and herbs? Do they feel pain as I do? What if I were to be defenseless against an intelligent, starving predator? Some pains I have endured, can know. Others are too horrendous. Training versus suffering. Some questions I cannot answer but there is one thing I am certain of: My pleasures come at no cost to others. Any price made is through the machinations of someone else so the blame does not rest upon me.
What confusion, the possession had in so many years! It was only half my choice, yes but your deceit makes it all yours in the blame! This, "40,000 dollars of debt", you can take it back. I'm sure you've made more than your share in interested returns!
In the eyes of justice, it is not my place, then, to know or even find out with whom the speculation might be laid upon. I'm no soldier, no detective. I'm simply a commoner trying to survive. It's not my fault if I should develop an alter ego, one whose terrible wrath is incurred, staining his hands, soaking them in the blood of his, of my, enemies.
Nihil.
We all know, can tell. How fucking dare you for accusing me of wrongdoings by being born. I did not choose. There are some things that one can do to another that are beyond forgiveness, forgetfulness or redemption. The aversion comes through me.
Want to play hot potato?
Catch.
Defense!
Defense!
Defense!
If I were to find myself on your grounds, I would be more than happy to share in commune with you. We can be prosperous together. If you were to attack me, however, the laws of nature simply state that I am not accountable for actions performed out of self defense. What of the carnivorous? The lion does not need to ask for forgiveness in hunting the gazelle, for it is in his nature. Need I ask for forgiveness because I have tasted the flesh of fish, bovine, deer and foul? I guess this is the biggest question I'll ever ask. What of plants and herbs? Do they feel pain as I do? What if I were to be defenseless against an intelligent, starving predator? Some pains I have endured, can know. Others are too horrendous. Training versus suffering. Some questions I cannot answer but there is one thing I am certain of: My pleasures come at no cost to others. Any price made is through the machinations of someone else so the blame does not rest upon me.
What confusion, the possession had in so many years! It was only half my choice, yes but your deceit makes it all yours in the blame! This, "40,000 dollars of debt", you can take it back. I'm sure you've made more than your share in interested returns!
In the eyes of justice, it is not my place, then, to know or even find out with whom the speculation might be laid upon. I'm no soldier, no detective. I'm simply a commoner trying to survive. It's not my fault if I should develop an alter ego, one whose terrible wrath is incurred, staining his hands, soaking them in the blood of his, of my, enemies.
Nihil.
We all know, can tell. How fucking dare you for accusing me of wrongdoings by being born. I did not choose. There are some things that one can do to another that are beyond forgiveness, forgetfulness or redemption. The aversion comes through me.
Want to play hot potato?
Catch.
Present sense of self
When lain in the Highest Hands
Be thoughts when needed
When lain in the Highest Hands
Be thoughts when needed
Nihil: Does she want a promise?
The Stranger Inside: Yes but she won't count them until the right one is made at the right time.
Nihil: Why is this so?
The Stranger Inside: You're black as us but nowhere near as perverse. We are the same but differ as the pitch grasping into the sun's light. You have been tainted but virtue will save your soul for emaciation.
Nihil: What is the promise?
*Vin comes in from center right behind Nihil*
Vin: I will not speak with one such as "him" any more.
The Stranger Inside: Yes but she won't count them until the right one is made at the right time.
Nihil: Why is this so?
The Stranger Inside: You're black as us but nowhere near as perverse. We are the same but differ as the pitch grasping into the sun's light. You have been tainted but virtue will save your soul for emaciation.
Nihil: What is the promise?
*Vin comes in from center right behind Nihil*
Vin: I will not speak with one such as "him" any more.
And the chorus swells, drops into the bridge...
*Cut to the musician tearing his room apart before collapsing against the wall, breathlessly talking to himself amid the sub-urban night's calm, moonlight on his naked body*
Nihil: "I did not seek it. It came to me, to my friends. I'll argue no more with the likes of it. I've given all my apologies."
Nihil: "I did not seek it. It came to me, to my friends. I'll argue no more with the likes of it. I've given all my apologies."
Sunday, April 18, 2010
The wealth and strength of this demon is the truth.
His journey lies in the revelations made.
His karma will lead to joy.
Destruction needs the frozen harvest.
In the hunt, chance will give sway to protection
And victory through courage.
He will become speed, his very self, through intuition,
Finds harmony, finds home.
His journey lies in the revelations made.
His karma will lead to joy.
Destruction needs the frozen harvest.
In the hunt, chance will give sway to protection
And victory through courage.
He will become speed, his very self, through intuition,
Finds harmony, finds home.
I don't claim to know with absolute certainty about anything that I am not absolutely certain of. To kill beauty, love, happiness and the light itself is to destroy the only reason the forces of Good have to exist. What is left, then, but suicide in combat with an equal or stronger foe? It has been recorded. It has happened before. The Eldest must detest watching the same play repeat itself. What news would I bring to them? Unknown fights. Cross-overs. Convergence. After that? Unknown fights. The Eldest must detest watching us wait patiently like this. Boredom is not my enemy, Stranger, it is yours.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Ash In A Field Of Snow
See you. Reaction is the mind. I am separate. Conquered by driving instincts through life but the ship remains atop the water. Persistence through fabrics across a long desert road. Former sentiment remainders of words passed previously. I'd like the best of nothing more than this. There she is again. I remember this level. I always lost. If everyone went too, I bet they'd come out right on top of my dissected corpse. Good evening. Pretty girls blossom more but the time still drags like hot water boiling on my skin. I'm safe and sane but smiling insanity. Expletive, emotion, expression. Everyone's going through this with me. Pretty boys never drop the fucking ball. Hi there repeated words giving the similar taste, thanks for the feeling of connection. I'd share but you'd make me do it too. If she can grab me off a shelf and divulge like the kid catching the new tree smell and enjoying it each time from up close or a distance, I want her to know that I'll always be her pet monster. Making this stick to the page, coming off of me feels like attacking your enemy and watching him come back to die some more.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
No privacy in total isolation. No intimacy but more than enough despise to devour. No certainty or answers in the face of absolute certainty over the simple constant: I am watched and my life is a hoax. An act. No truth here for me in this world. They'd ask for surrender with simple mocking subliminal messages but I would not give them even this satisfaction. Less than a year into the strangest event horizon and I feel aged, emptied and useless. Delusions of grandeur paint a black reflection dotted with eyes in the mirror. I've all the certainty that hope can requite that there's something after my pale, dessicated flesh dissolves and frankly, this is just barely enough to warrant even some semblance of comfort. Is it the technology that creates these hallucinations of my periphery, my sight? It must certainly be for there's no angle left untouched by their taunts. They cheer at my suffering, quiet when I inquire. They desire more. Screams, agony. Mental subversion, hollow eyed gazes at the nothingfaces that refute any sense of decency that I might try to plea with. The sharks tasted blood from my tears and cries for reprieve and the feeding frenzy is planning. There's so much pain in store for me and whether or not it was there for my retrieval regardless of curiosity or not is, in all appearances, utterly meaningless. No rhythm or tangible sense of cohesive cause in their actions. I'm simply an anonymous face chosen amongst the teeming masses for this "sacrifice". Is it for some ultimate goal, a purpose, a ritual? They'd deny me even the knowledge of what my suffering would be for. Ignorance is the best tool with which to keep the cattle chained to the fields.
Two certainties: A life after death and the spectacle that is my life for entertainment, experimentation, study or whatever other noun would call on "it's", "their's", whosoever's fancy.
The stories I've written and imagine. Are they like clockwork? It's an unknown. The power of my belief, does it mold my reality? Another unknown. If it were so, then why should I remain in this state of appropriated indentured servitude. What debt do I repay? Apparently the one of being born. From nigh on the days of my memorie's surfacing, there was always a reason to fear, to beg, to plea. Original sin?
"Ask for pardon, for you were born!" They say...To think that I bought it for so long too. Whatever the case may be, my life, comfort and fate is, for all intents in purposes, not in my own hands. I've long since surrendered it to whoever is of a purely good nature out of the hope that they might "rescue me." I'm far from capable of doing so myself. I'm a blind child in a burning building's closet, chained to the floor. The music in my mind is so appropriate. Tone, tensity. These words must be like sex to some, torture to others and bland utterances of no particular interest to the remainder. I know that if this ever did relent, it would be because of "whatever's" boredom with the situation. I can only imagine what would be in store for me after the interest is lost. They must certainly be working on a better protege. Someone worthy of attention. It doesn't care.
Who or what is responsible for this? I'd be the happiest man alive to exist amongst the flocks I am surrounded with as simply "one of them" but the immediate, caustic thought influences me into thinking that this might be the worst choice possible. What are these things I am surrounded with? They surely aren't human, or even humane for that matter. I guess I'm just trying to say I'd be the centerpiece manifold of Beethoven's Ode to Joy, the zenith of it's expression, if I were merely another anonymous but I am not.
I never asked for anything other than anonymity. Even the rock legend has his private life. Has a familiar sincerity amongst all those he is in contact with, all those he is in love with. I have none of these and never will it seems.
I guess I won the lottery.
If my mirror's response should prove true though, then there's an infinite number of universes where I'm this pretty little hate machine, this fucking snake's worst nightmare.
My number...
What is it?
Is it a variable, an imaginary integer or a defined symbol?
I wouldn't be surprised if I was denied even this. A death to call my own. It wasn't something I ever did. I was merely created for this purpose. I am either in complete control, utterly powerless or a fine mixture of both.
It doesn't fucking matter. I know whose side I'm on. That's much more than any of you could ever hope to say. Pathetic excuses for sentience. I've long thought about this. I'm not one to deal death or judgment, even if my reprehensible little machine would goad me to do so like the second hand of clock but "whatever's" behind this, whether it's one or all of you: I judge you deserve immediate death with no trial. You deserve to be hunted like the animals you are for the nightly feast.
Everyone gets what's coming to them. There's certain things no insult, spell or hex can over-write. You can't digitize karma.
For ever word I speak, every assurance made all I hear is you claiming the contrary.
Really though...
How long are you going to keep yapping little poodles?
Two certainties: A life after death and the spectacle that is my life for entertainment, experimentation, study or whatever other noun would call on "it's", "their's", whosoever's fancy.
The stories I've written and imagine. Are they like clockwork? It's an unknown. The power of my belief, does it mold my reality? Another unknown. If it were so, then why should I remain in this state of appropriated indentured servitude. What debt do I repay? Apparently the one of being born. From nigh on the days of my memorie's surfacing, there was always a reason to fear, to beg, to plea. Original sin?
"Ask for pardon, for you were born!" They say...To think that I bought it for so long too. Whatever the case may be, my life, comfort and fate is, for all intents in purposes, not in my own hands. I've long since surrendered it to whoever is of a purely good nature out of the hope that they might "rescue me." I'm far from capable of doing so myself. I'm a blind child in a burning building's closet, chained to the floor. The music in my mind is so appropriate. Tone, tensity. These words must be like sex to some, torture to others and bland utterances of no particular interest to the remainder. I know that if this ever did relent, it would be because of "whatever's" boredom with the situation. I can only imagine what would be in store for me after the interest is lost. They must certainly be working on a better protege. Someone worthy of attention. It doesn't care.
Who or what is responsible for this? I'd be the happiest man alive to exist amongst the flocks I am surrounded with as simply "one of them" but the immediate, caustic thought influences me into thinking that this might be the worst choice possible. What are these things I am surrounded with? They surely aren't human, or even humane for that matter. I guess I'm just trying to say I'd be the centerpiece manifold of Beethoven's Ode to Joy, the zenith of it's expression, if I were merely another anonymous but I am not.
I never asked for anything other than anonymity. Even the rock legend has his private life. Has a familiar sincerity amongst all those he is in contact with, all those he is in love with. I have none of these and never will it seems.
I guess I won the lottery.
If my mirror's response should prove true though, then there's an infinite number of universes where I'm this pretty little hate machine, this fucking snake's worst nightmare.
My number...
What is it?
Is it a variable, an imaginary integer or a defined symbol?
I wouldn't be surprised if I was denied even this. A death to call my own. It wasn't something I ever did. I was merely created for this purpose. I am either in complete control, utterly powerless or a fine mixture of both.
It doesn't fucking matter. I know whose side I'm on. That's much more than any of you could ever hope to say. Pathetic excuses for sentience. I've long thought about this. I'm not one to deal death or judgment, even if my reprehensible little machine would goad me to do so like the second hand of clock but "whatever's" behind this, whether it's one or all of you: I judge you deserve immediate death with no trial. You deserve to be hunted like the animals you are for the nightly feast.
Everyone gets what's coming to them. There's certain things no insult, spell or hex can over-write. You can't digitize karma.
For ever word I speak, every assurance made all I hear is you claiming the contrary.
Really though...
How long are you going to keep yapping little poodles?
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Our Tools and Yours
Terror's Illusions:
You use fear and tricks of my cheated sight to goad me into actions that would benefit you.
I am he who is a masterful artist of both light and shadow. My reflection fades to the black of emptied heavens!
Hatred's Agony:
You use pain and torture for amusement or as methods of persuasion to those who would not bow to you.
I am of those who hunger, surviving off the death and dismemberment of others. Woe unto you should you be the only source of our satiation!
Destruction's Confusion
You use confusion and emptiness as a means to satisfy yourself.
I am he who is a confluence of those from the outside. I taste the torrents of insanity itself and continue to thrive!
You use fear and tricks of my cheated sight to goad me into actions that would benefit you.
I am he who is a masterful artist of both light and shadow. My reflection fades to the black of emptied heavens!
Hatred's Agony:
You use pain and torture for amusement or as methods of persuasion to those who would not bow to you.
I am of those who hunger, surviving off the death and dismemberment of others. Woe unto you should you be the only source of our satiation!
Destruction's Confusion
You use confusion and emptiness as a means to satisfy yourself.
I am he who is a confluence of those from the outside. I taste the torrents of insanity itself and continue to thrive!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Ki
Magic? No, you silly homeless man. Ki is merely an extension of physics that you've yet to understand. Don't think, you psychopaths and sadists, that operating on and examining a corpse is going to get you any closer to understanding how to control and restrict it's use outside (or even in for that matter) your "Mind Prison Game." Think your portals are of any use either? Consider this: Every Trunks from a dimension where the androids effectively wiped out most of humanity traveled back in time to warn the other Z Warriors, thus creating an infinite number of time lines like the one where we watched. Does time pass simultaneously between these different dimensions? Not at all. Proof of this sentiment lies in the fact that there is a "Future" and "Chibi" Trunks. Furthermore, this would mean that in all the alternate timelines where Son Brolly's evil counterparts were slain, Gogeta has already killed Janemba who was able to utilize these "portals" that your aperture science is trying to exploit for greed, profit and sadistic pleasure. Currently, in my dimension, it is before Kid Buu's destruction and I will awaken after that happens. Though in here you might very well already be able to manipulate "portal" technology, in essence, it does not exist in reality so it has no affect outside of my coma's nightmare. Doubtless, however, you will be returned as Janemba when I have awoken in a much more powerful form. I should also let you know that even though you might be able cause a permanent displacement in my environment and atrophy of my abilities, there is nothing that you can do that cannot be undone. Please also note that ki energy is an extension of my very will, which flows from my immutable, indestructible (for energy cannot be destroyed), un-cage-able soul. It's the difference between "thinking" and "knowing". What is the "date"? I do not know the date, which is, in fact, for the best. I do know, however, that it will be soon. Kid Buu hasn't blown up the planet yet...
P.S. Spirit Bomb gathering since day 0.
Sincerely,
Nosferatu Vin
Some Techniques:
Note:
Ki is not of any elements though it has some, if not many or all, of the properties of elements. It does operate on the basis of the laws of physics as well. There are, perhaps, a few more elements to it’s operational properties as well. It is a kind of energy but unlike energy, it can be created. Like energy, it cannot be destroyed and can be manipulated. It does disappear completely after it's intended purpose. In other words: There's no ki left to exist after a Spirit Bomb is used on something. That's right: Ki exists when someone who manipulates it makes it but does not when it is not in use. Thus, science will never be able to kill something it did not create. Only those amongst the Choirs of Heaven can manipulate existence. Nobody gets in or out of the Choirs. Nobody infiltrates the Choirs. Infiltrators, spies and enemies are automatically seen. There are no exceptions. There never has been or will be. Thus it has been written and will always be. You don't need to create the "mass state" with your body as the attached source. You can easily create the "mass state" anywhere in your field of vision. Differences in strength become more noticeable over greater magnitudes, which itself varies with the ratios.
Examples:
1 vs. 2-9: Unnoticable
1 vs. 10: A tough fight. Extreme caution is necessary.
It should be noted, however, that a much more skillful defender can still conquer an opponent of this strength.
1 vs. 20: An overwhelming opponent. Allies are greatly recommended, if not absolutely necessary for survival.
Then again, allies are never a bad thing to have in the first place.
1 vs. 40: A vanquished defender lest some great event transpires.
Ki energy flows and is created from within. It's source lies within one's coiled serpent and flows upward through one's chakras. A person’s chakras are part of their body but aren’t an actual, physical organ so are thus immune from the scientologists sociopathic actions. Think of “gravity” and it’s very real effects on the electromagnetic field structure of the universe. The chakras are much like this. Every person has their chakras like every sun has it’s gravity. There is nothing that has or ever will exist that can stop a star from HAVING a gravitational field. Ki can be exerted from one's hands, elbows, knees, shins, eyes, etc. The transference of this energy occurs over the ley-lines of your body, which are like your chakras in their inability to be muted or blocked. Ki energy is invisible within one's body, like gravity. Ki can be sensed and suppressed as well. You are completely hidden or "invisible" from being sensed at 0. Those who are adept at sensing can see another's full potential even if they are as low as 1. Like peering down a hole and dropping a stone, waiting for the echo of the bottom. All these techniques use ki energy and the strength of the force behind the technique varies with the amount the user can exert over any amount of time. There are two kinds of stamina: Physical, which can bring about a winded sort of exhaustion and your ki reserve, which has a noticeable burning effect on your muscles and is something that can be dried like a well. One should be careful as to how they direct their ki energy so as not to eliminate the planet they might be combating upon. If the environment is not a concern, then make sure one does not cause destruction to any innocent bystanders. If that is not a concern, then you are evil. Physical blows and exchanges are not dangerous to the environment (except perhaps when one is knocked back from a momentous attack THROUGH their environment) but have the side effect of being extremely loud. Those who wish to go through life without hearing loss are cautioned in their approach to such noise. Physical exchanges also do not drain one's ki reserve but cause physical exhaustion. The first part of any ki energy technique is the gathering or conjuration, the second part is the exertion or evocation, the third part is the catch (hitting the target) or transmutation and then the release, where the user stops exerting. Naturally, techniques can "miss" their target if evasive techniques are used with perfect timing. It should also be noted that one can control their ki energy after the exertion much like a separate limb. Ki energy dissipates much like gravity over space and time after the user releases. Ki energy has an electromagnetic quality to it (thus allowing for the retention of it's properties as a body of mass and existence outside one's body) and it's effects are similar to that of fire. Think of it's "mass state" as fire in an aquatic form. Thus, it is a sort of plasma. Getting hit by a ki technique feels like being tattooed. Being eliminated down to your last string feels like getting a tattoo all over your body very quickly. It, naturally doesn't hurt after the nerves are eliminated (the "tattooing process"). The rest, I'd imagine, would feel like surfacing as air or steam from a body of water. It smells like fresh water. It is silent, like the wind before one hears the breeze against the tree's leaves. It does not have a taste for if you're getting a ki technique used on your tongue, you won't have a tongue afterwards. It's color and shape whilst in it's "mass state" is all dependent on the user's aura and the technique.
Blue is evil. Red and Yellow are intensely passionate. Cyan is absolute confidence. White and Green are unique.
Ki energy techniques can eliminate down to one's last strand of hair in existence, thus completely silencing the target and preventing regeneration. What happens to one afterwards depends on which life one is in and whether one is too dangerous and powerful to be confined in the Home for Infinite Losers.
- The Solar Flare: A star's brightness in the flash of a snapshot's moment, blinding all within it's area of effect.
- The Final Flash: A convex square that changes the fabric of reality itself where it exists, able to effectively stretch into any distance in four directions before cutting through the matter in it's path.
- The Spirit Bomb: A gathering of energy from all non-sentient life (the grass, trees and animals) and any sentient organisms that hear the call and answer within a radius dependent on the amount of time taken to gather. Gathering from any defined location is instantaneous though there is a "bottleneck" of sorts for the actual creation of the Bomb. This technique is only usable by those of a good heart. After the gathering, there is the toss, which is a separate part of the technique.
- Great Turtle's Wave: A bloom of aqueous energy that flowers forth from the user's hand in greater size when approaching the source. It washes through the enemy instead of piercing them like the Final Flash.
- The Red Burn: Multiplies your energy output (thus increasing your strength and agility) by the amount used. Attempting to go over the x10 limit puts you at risk of instantly dying of internal ruptures.
- Sacrifice: A great tsunami of energy washes over all in the area of effect at the expense of the user's body. Those with regenerative capabilities can perform this technique but come back from a single strand if they are powerful enough. This, however, does come at the cost of a sacrifice lessened in it’s magnitude.
- Special Beam Cannon: A piercing javelin with a corkscrew's digging affect added for good measure.
- Instantaneous Transmission: The user travels faster than the speed of light itself.
- Burst Transmission: The user can gather variable amounts of energy for an attack instantaneously. The taxation on their stamina is also felt instantaneously. It can also be used to suppress one's energy signal in a fight so as to be hidden whilst moving with great agility before the the pounce. This, itself, does not require as much energy and can be done with ease with enough practice.
- Telepathy: One can learn how to communicate with others vis a vis the mental transference of a thought. Think of your mind's voice as a radio signal coming from a broadcast antenna (your brain) and traveling instantaneously to the target.
- The Fusion Dance: A strange dance that requires perfection in stance, timing and technique that brings two warriors together and increases their full potential to exponential heights via a strange algorithm.
- Razor Disc: A circular saw of razor edged energy that can cut through any surface with effortless ease regardless of the source’s power in comparison to the target’s. A somewhat awkward technique that’s relatively slow in velocity but extremely effective if used properly.
- Dot Bullet: Much like a firearm's ammunition (roughly 50mm in size), only powered through ki energy as opposed to being artificially created.
- Eye Beam: Think Superman.
- The Big Bang: An explosive sphere of exponential magnitude.
- Machine Gun: The user tosses a volley of energy spheres that can cling (a timed detonation) or explode on impact at an inundating rate of fire.
- Circle of Death: A ring that can either put a hole in the target or lock around a limb like a chain.
- Projection Sphere: A bubble of raw energy radiates outward from the user.
- Diamond's Brace: The user locks their arms around or underneath the shoulders of their target in a tight, irreversible brace and then causes the burst transmission of a projection sphere through their third eye's chakra whilst instantaneously retreating, leaving the user unscathed from the ensuing blast.
- Dragon Fist: The user gathers a titanic amount of energy into a single punch, which wraps itself around the target before evaporating it in an acidic bath of ki energy. A very complicated but stupendously effective technique to master.
- Draconic Strikes: Through extensive practice, the user learns to generate the previous technique’s power through every melee strike they use. This takes a great deal of time to master efficiently.
- Star Dust Breaker: A prismatic sphere that explodes outwards.
- Ki Sphere: A simple technique that takes very little energy, can vary in strength but always produces an explosive affect. Think of it like an exploding baseball. There's the base mass and velocity but the explosive effect increases with one's own power.
- Power Up: A warrior's base and full potential are two separate factors. The power up itself requires time, costs no ki energy but does drain one's physical stamina. Warriors can, through rigorous endurance training, make their base their full potential for lengthy periods of time.
Initially in his training, when one isn't very strong, their base and full potential are one in the same. However, rigorous exercise and practice causes the latter to increase first, at a faster rate whilst the base increases at a much slower pace. One's full potential is viable during their training but they'll notice a sort of "retreat" in their energy when the warrior is in a relaxed state. Their "relaxed", or "non exertion" state (though one can still be vigilant!) should be what one aims to increase the most considering combat can begin at any moment anywhere. This is where constant meditation, reflection and resistance training comes in handy.
Notations on the Saiyajin’s ascensions:
- Ascending requires physical stamina and time to perform, though less will be necessary the more one has trained to the point where the effects are negligible.
- Ascending effectively increases the Saiyajin's strength and agility, though being in these transformed states steadily drains one's ki reserves, which are (in an up shot) increased dramatically through the ascensions.
- The Saiyajin should take heart not to let their fury get the best of them when they have ascended for the first time.
- The first two ascensions raise the Saiyajin's hair on end in tight locks and all of the first three changes it to a golden yellow. All of them cause the Saiyajin's eyes to change into a deep cyan. Each one progressively adds a little bit more to the Saiyajin's muscle mass to help increase their strength and energy generation.
- The second to fourth ascensions cause a noticeable current of electricity to bathe and surround the user when they are transformed and at their ascension's full potential.
- The third and fourth ascensions are extremely taxing in the land of the living and cause the Saiyajin's hair to actually lengthen into long, flowing locks.
- The third has a noticeable effect on the Saiyajin's eyebrows. The fourth does not.
- The fourth and final also changes the Saiyajin's aura from goldenrod to a platinum blonde.
- The energy output of the third can be felt in both the land of the living and the land of the dead.
- The fourth's output is of an exponentially greater magnitude.
- The energy output generated by the third and fourth ascensions can rip apart the fabric of reality itself in the user's environment so one should take care not to cause their own planet's destruction or the deaths of innocents. Containing this output is akin to traversing into a black hole's center and returning so one should bid extreme caution when attempting to reach these heightened states.
- While one must be motivated by something that causes great despair and rage for their ascension, this is only the prerequisite for the very first. The others can be attained through rigorous martial training though the aforementioned emotions still help a great deal.
There is only one subtle difference between the Jedi and the good-hearted Saiyajin: The Jedi note that the darksiders seek to increase their strength in the use of The Force, to push their limits while they only want to use it when necessary in the most minimal amounts. Saiyajins and other warriors of the fist, however, love to train (at least those of a good heart do, which is an admirable [and fun] price to pay considering darksiders almost always acquire their power through quick, brutal means [often at another's {usually unwilling} expense {and they’ll be more than happy to define imprisonment and sadism as “love, exercise, training, friendship, adoration, etc” for the amusement the lie causes amongst their subordinates}]) and fight but are not corrupted by their endeavors. In other words, to warriors of the fist, "overkill" is acceptable. One can never be too certain...
P.S. Spirit Bomb gathering since day 0.
Sincerely,
Nosferatu Vin
Some Techniques:
Note:
Ki is not of any elements though it has some, if not many or all, of the properties of elements. It does operate on the basis of the laws of physics as well. There are, perhaps, a few more elements to it’s operational properties as well. It is a kind of energy but unlike energy, it can be created. Like energy, it cannot be destroyed and can be manipulated. It does disappear completely after it's intended purpose. In other words: There's no ki left to exist after a Spirit Bomb is used on something. That's right: Ki exists when someone who manipulates it makes it but does not when it is not in use. Thus, science will never be able to kill something it did not create. Only those amongst the Choirs of Heaven can manipulate existence. Nobody gets in or out of the Choirs. Nobody infiltrates the Choirs. Infiltrators, spies and enemies are automatically seen. There are no exceptions. There never has been or will be. Thus it has been written and will always be. You don't need to create the "mass state" with your body as the attached source. You can easily create the "mass state" anywhere in your field of vision. Differences in strength become more noticeable over greater magnitudes, which itself varies with the ratios.
Examples:
1 vs. 2-9: Unnoticable
1 vs. 10: A tough fight. Extreme caution is necessary.
It should be noted, however, that a much more skillful defender can still conquer an opponent of this strength.
1 vs. 20: An overwhelming opponent. Allies are greatly recommended, if not absolutely necessary for survival.
Then again, allies are never a bad thing to have in the first place.
1 vs. 40: A vanquished defender lest some great event transpires.
Ki energy flows and is created from within. It's source lies within one's coiled serpent and flows upward through one's chakras. A person’s chakras are part of their body but aren’t an actual, physical organ so are thus immune from the scientologists sociopathic actions. Think of “gravity” and it’s very real effects on the electromagnetic field structure of the universe. The chakras are much like this. Every person has their chakras like every sun has it’s gravity. There is nothing that has or ever will exist that can stop a star from HAVING a gravitational field. Ki can be exerted from one's hands, elbows, knees, shins, eyes, etc. The transference of this energy occurs over the ley-lines of your body, which are like your chakras in their inability to be muted or blocked. Ki energy is invisible within one's body, like gravity. Ki can be sensed and suppressed as well. You are completely hidden or "invisible" from being sensed at 0. Those who are adept at sensing can see another's full potential even if they are as low as 1. Like peering down a hole and dropping a stone, waiting for the echo of the bottom. All these techniques use ki energy and the strength of the force behind the technique varies with the amount the user can exert over any amount of time. There are two kinds of stamina: Physical, which can bring about a winded sort of exhaustion and your ki reserve, which has a noticeable burning effect on your muscles and is something that can be dried like a well. One should be careful as to how they direct their ki energy so as not to eliminate the planet they might be combating upon. If the environment is not a concern, then make sure one does not cause destruction to any innocent bystanders. If that is not a concern, then you are evil. Physical blows and exchanges are not dangerous to the environment (except perhaps when one is knocked back from a momentous attack THROUGH their environment) but have the side effect of being extremely loud. Those who wish to go through life without hearing loss are cautioned in their approach to such noise. Physical exchanges also do not drain one's ki reserve but cause physical exhaustion. The first part of any ki energy technique is the gathering or conjuration, the second part is the exertion or evocation, the third part is the catch (hitting the target) or transmutation and then the release, where the user stops exerting. Naturally, techniques can "miss" their target if evasive techniques are used with perfect timing. It should also be noted that one can control their ki energy after the exertion much like a separate limb. Ki energy dissipates much like gravity over space and time after the user releases. Ki energy has an electromagnetic quality to it (thus allowing for the retention of it's properties as a body of mass and existence outside one's body) and it's effects are similar to that of fire. Think of it's "mass state" as fire in an aquatic form. Thus, it is a sort of plasma. Getting hit by a ki technique feels like being tattooed. Being eliminated down to your last string feels like getting a tattoo all over your body very quickly. It, naturally doesn't hurt after the nerves are eliminated (the "tattooing process"). The rest, I'd imagine, would feel like surfacing as air or steam from a body of water. It smells like fresh water. It is silent, like the wind before one hears the breeze against the tree's leaves. It does not have a taste for if you're getting a ki technique used on your tongue, you won't have a tongue afterwards. It's color and shape whilst in it's "mass state" is all dependent on the user's aura and the technique.
Blue is evil. Red and Yellow are intensely passionate. Cyan is absolute confidence. White and Green are unique.
Ki energy techniques can eliminate down to one's last strand of hair in existence, thus completely silencing the target and preventing regeneration. What happens to one afterwards depends on which life one is in and whether one is too dangerous and powerful to be confined in the Home for Infinite Losers.
- The Solar Flare: A star's brightness in the flash of a snapshot's moment, blinding all within it's area of effect.
- The Final Flash: A convex square that changes the fabric of reality itself where it exists, able to effectively stretch into any distance in four directions before cutting through the matter in it's path.
- The Spirit Bomb: A gathering of energy from all non-sentient life (the grass, trees and animals) and any sentient organisms that hear the call and answer within a radius dependent on the amount of time taken to gather. Gathering from any defined location is instantaneous though there is a "bottleneck" of sorts for the actual creation of the Bomb. This technique is only usable by those of a good heart. After the gathering, there is the toss, which is a separate part of the technique.
- Great Turtle's Wave: A bloom of aqueous energy that flowers forth from the user's hand in greater size when approaching the source. It washes through the enemy instead of piercing them like the Final Flash.
- The Red Burn: Multiplies your energy output (thus increasing your strength and agility) by the amount used. Attempting to go over the x10 limit puts you at risk of instantly dying of internal ruptures.
- Sacrifice: A great tsunami of energy washes over all in the area of effect at the expense of the user's body. Those with regenerative capabilities can perform this technique but come back from a single strand if they are powerful enough. This, however, does come at the cost of a sacrifice lessened in it’s magnitude.
- Special Beam Cannon: A piercing javelin with a corkscrew's digging affect added for good measure.
- Instantaneous Transmission: The user travels faster than the speed of light itself.
- Burst Transmission: The user can gather variable amounts of energy for an attack instantaneously. The taxation on their stamina is also felt instantaneously. It can also be used to suppress one's energy signal in a fight so as to be hidden whilst moving with great agility before the the pounce. This, itself, does not require as much energy and can be done with ease with enough practice.
- Telepathy: One can learn how to communicate with others vis a vis the mental transference of a thought. Think of your mind's voice as a radio signal coming from a broadcast antenna (your brain) and traveling instantaneously to the target.
- The Fusion Dance: A strange dance that requires perfection in stance, timing and technique that brings two warriors together and increases their full potential to exponential heights via a strange algorithm.
- Razor Disc: A circular saw of razor edged energy that can cut through any surface with effortless ease regardless of the source’s power in comparison to the target’s. A somewhat awkward technique that’s relatively slow in velocity but extremely effective if used properly.
- Dot Bullet: Much like a firearm's ammunition (roughly 50mm in size), only powered through ki energy as opposed to being artificially created.
- Eye Beam: Think Superman.
- The Big Bang: An explosive sphere of exponential magnitude.
- Machine Gun: The user tosses a volley of energy spheres that can cling (a timed detonation) or explode on impact at an inundating rate of fire.
- Circle of Death: A ring that can either put a hole in the target or lock around a limb like a chain.
- Projection Sphere: A bubble of raw energy radiates outward from the user.
- Diamond's Brace: The user locks their arms around or underneath the shoulders of their target in a tight, irreversible brace and then causes the burst transmission of a projection sphere through their third eye's chakra whilst instantaneously retreating, leaving the user unscathed from the ensuing blast.
- Dragon Fist: The user gathers a titanic amount of energy into a single punch, which wraps itself around the target before evaporating it in an acidic bath of ki energy. A very complicated but stupendously effective technique to master.
- Draconic Strikes: Through extensive practice, the user learns to generate the previous technique’s power through every melee strike they use. This takes a great deal of time to master efficiently.
- Star Dust Breaker: A prismatic sphere that explodes outwards.
- Ki Sphere: A simple technique that takes very little energy, can vary in strength but always produces an explosive affect. Think of it like an exploding baseball. There's the base mass and velocity but the explosive effect increases with one's own power.
- Power Up: A warrior's base and full potential are two separate factors. The power up itself requires time, costs no ki energy but does drain one's physical stamina. Warriors can, through rigorous endurance training, make their base their full potential for lengthy periods of time.
Initially in his training, when one isn't very strong, their base and full potential are one in the same. However, rigorous exercise and practice causes the latter to increase first, at a faster rate whilst the base increases at a much slower pace. One's full potential is viable during their training but they'll notice a sort of "retreat" in their energy when the warrior is in a relaxed state. Their "relaxed", or "non exertion" state (though one can still be vigilant!) should be what one aims to increase the most considering combat can begin at any moment anywhere. This is where constant meditation, reflection and resistance training comes in handy.
Notations on the Saiyajin’s ascensions:
- Ascending requires physical stamina and time to perform, though less will be necessary the more one has trained to the point where the effects are negligible.
- Ascending effectively increases the Saiyajin's strength and agility, though being in these transformed states steadily drains one's ki reserves, which are (in an up shot) increased dramatically through the ascensions.
- The Saiyajin should take heart not to let their fury get the best of them when they have ascended for the first time.
- The first two ascensions raise the Saiyajin's hair on end in tight locks and all of the first three changes it to a golden yellow. All of them cause the Saiyajin's eyes to change into a deep cyan. Each one progressively adds a little bit more to the Saiyajin's muscle mass to help increase their strength and energy generation.
- The second to fourth ascensions cause a noticeable current of electricity to bathe and surround the user when they are transformed and at their ascension's full potential.
- The third and fourth ascensions are extremely taxing in the land of the living and cause the Saiyajin's hair to actually lengthen into long, flowing locks.
- The third has a noticeable effect on the Saiyajin's eyebrows. The fourth does not.
- The fourth and final also changes the Saiyajin's aura from goldenrod to a platinum blonde.
- The energy output of the third can be felt in both the land of the living and the land of the dead.
- The fourth's output is of an exponentially greater magnitude.
- The energy output generated by the third and fourth ascensions can rip apart the fabric of reality itself in the user's environment so one should take care not to cause their own planet's destruction or the deaths of innocents. Containing this output is akin to traversing into a black hole's center and returning so one should bid extreme caution when attempting to reach these heightened states.
- While one must be motivated by something that causes great despair and rage for their ascension, this is only the prerequisite for the very first. The others can be attained through rigorous martial training though the aforementioned emotions still help a great deal.
There is only one subtle difference between the Jedi and the good-hearted Saiyajin: The Jedi note that the darksiders seek to increase their strength in the use of The Force, to push their limits while they only want to use it when necessary in the most minimal amounts. Saiyajins and other warriors of the fist, however, love to train (at least those of a good heart do, which is an admirable [and fun] price to pay considering darksiders almost always acquire their power through quick, brutal means [often at another's {usually unwilling} expense {and they’ll be more than happy to define imprisonment and sadism as “love, exercise, training, friendship, adoration, etc” for the amusement the lie causes amongst their subordinates}]) and fight but are not corrupted by their endeavors. In other words, to warriors of the fist, "overkill" is acceptable. One can never be too certain...
Friday, April 9, 2010
Adjective
Sai - Ya - Jin
Sai: Companions
Ya: Valley
Jin: Virtue
Literally meaning "Companions of the Universe's virtues".
"Yasai" is a different word altogether. Their names are puns but that's all part of the light humor peppered on the generally grievous nature of the circumstances...Whether my name is really Son Brolly, their names are Son Goku, King Vegeta and so forth or not is irrelevant. I like the way the nickname sounds though so I use it. We wouldn't dare share our real names (I don't think I'd even remember it) with you.
FEARLESSNESS - RIGHTEOUS ANGER - EMPATHY - RESTORATION - LIGHT
FEAR - ANGER - HATRED - SUFFERING - DARKNESS
The Force is very real. It is ki, chi, qi or whatever else you would name it. The darksiders' abilities to manipulate reality itself is quite obvious through my own perceptions. My senses, they're cheated by the "dark side" whether I'd allow it myself or not. The Jedi's teachings are those of respect for oneself and others, compassion, mercy, restraint, humility and patience. They teach detachment from material possessions and bid caution where one's emotions for allies, loved ones or relatives come in. Though a fierce sense of protection is only natural (like the grizzly protecting her cubs), one can easily fall into darkness if they let the anger (which could be a confluence for evil) in reaction to the threat get the best of them. Though the Jedi is ever merciful and restrained, they know when none should be given.Sai: Companions
Ya: Valley
Jin: Virtue
Literally meaning "Companions of the Universe's virtues".
"Yasai" is a different word altogether. Their names are puns but that's all part of the light humor peppered on the generally grievous nature of the circumstances...Whether my name is really Son Brolly, their names are Son Goku, King Vegeta and so forth or not is irrelevant. I like the way the nickname sounds though so I use it. We wouldn't dare share our real names (I don't think I'd even remember it) with you.
FEARLESSNESS - RIGHTEOUS ANGER - EMPATHY - RESTORATION - LIGHT
FEAR - ANGER - HATRED - SUFFERING - DARKNESS
Regardless as to whether you are fearless or not, anger is raw, untamed. The wolf and an open cage after a long stint in imprisonment. How you would use it determines how you are used, for it is a mutual correspondence of sentience and cooperation. Son Goku sensed the Prime Evils beneath the glass, thus explaining his ability to transcend to the fourth (of five) steps in righteous strength, though such is nearly impossible to attain in the land of the living due to the difficulty of technology to reach the heights of restraint (like anklets and bracelets that weigh that of large planets, solar systems and such) that the Kais can manipulate in their realm. I am being manipulated by the Prime Evils, attempting to convert me to evil and cause my loved ones and I great, needless suffering. I combat, even in my dreams. Thus explaining my ability to reach the fifth step in this coma's slumber and the fact that I will retain my combat prowess. Clarity and purity exist on either side. What separates either, forever and with finality, is their inter-relationship with other life. Whereas the Prime Evils (and most other darksiders for that matter) would think nothing of even the slightest aggression and source of suffering for even so little as a single life, the empath simply knows:
"It's not right."
Clarity!
Clarity!
Clarity!
The darksiders might have all of these traits but there is one, very obvious, difference: The means. What means a Jedi would never consider to bring about a certain end a darksider would perform. Now the Saiyajin race comes in. A particularly unique breed resembling humanity in every respect except for one, simple detail: Their furry, monkey tails. These attachments cause a certain reaction underneath the light of a full moon: The transformation into a gigantic, uncontrollable monster. Part literary device and part literal machination. They are, however, a source of weakness, easily eliminated with the severing of the tail, however. Half-breeds must do this repeatedly while the pure-bloods need only have it done once. There is an event that can bring about the taming of the beast: A sense of protection. When one has ascended to the fourth step, should they polymorph again, they will be a great, golden ape (the first, the legend of ancient times is a fable spoken of with awe) and, if control is retained, will, instead of merely wreaking havoc until the full moon's light is eliminated, ascend to their ultimate form. The question being, of course, as to how one polymorphs when their tail has been severed if such is necessary. A simple dragon's wish and a full moon's light (whether artificially created or natural) can remedy this if the need is dire. I know that the need is dire. One should make sure to perform the test in a remote area. The test itself need not bring about feelings of caustic dread for those who enter it with a pure heart will instantly gain self consciousness (like the awareness of another's words supposedly coming from oneself while watching his own dream) when they should see one they hold a fondness for. A good friend, their child or a lover. A particular few, blessed with great focus and concentration, need not any of these to pass the test. Herein comes the turn: If your heart should be aligned with evil and darkness when you attempt this and you attempt to ascend in your polymorphed state, you will fail and your heart will be crushed, killing you instantly. Fraudulence will get you nowhere if the Saiyajin's blood flows in your veins. The Saiyajin differs from the other humanistic races in several aspects:
- Their innate, great strength of will (mind, soul) and body.
- Their ability to become physically stronger when recovering after being brought near death, whether in their first or second life.
- Their ability, when prepared, of a pure heart, without fear and with absolute conviction, to overcome an opponent of overwhelming strength through deep reservoirs of despair (whether coming from a source of desire to protect the innocent from tyranny and harm or from great jealousy) and unbridled righteous fury.
I will admit to my hubris and lack of respect for an enemy that I have only recently come to known has more than clouded my judgment as of late. I will admit to anger that has sometimes not been admirable in nature. What's left then but reflection, redemption, absolution and patience for what's to come? Of my future I am certain, I believe and I know I will not fail. I have to wake up because there are important things I must do. I won't die here and I certainly won't be a prisoner of this spell for much longer.
My great suffering, for 22.5 years and counting, has been spiritual and physical.
I am going through grave injustice, trickery and humiliation in a greatly weakened physical form, dwelling in a world of another's creation where the pain is constant and sharp.
Further imprisonment and physical suffering at the hands of another will not be permitted.
It will not happen.
These debts will be absolved for they are based on a non-existent entity.
Further imprisonment and physical suffering at the hands of another will not be permitted.
It will not happen.
These debts will be absolved for they are based on a non-existent entity.
The time, doubtless approaches.
I KNOW WHO I AM.
I KNOW WHO I FACE.
MY ENEMIES, MY FEARS ARE:
DIABLO: THE LORD OF TERROR
MEPHISTO: THE LORD OF HATRED
BAAL: THE LORD OF DESTRUCTION
&
ANY PRISON FOR MY MIND
I KNOW WHO I AM.
I KNOW WHO I FACE.
MY ENEMIES, MY FEARS ARE:
DIABLO: THE LORD OF TERROR
MEPHISTO: THE LORD OF HATRED
BAAL: THE LORD OF DESTRUCTION
&
ANY PRISON FOR MY MIND
This is not the true battleground for the Prime and I. It never has been or will be. It is merely the prison I wait patiently to awaken from.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Prime
Terror leads to lies. Lies to hate. Working for these folks as a regular "thing", you wouldn't expect the Golden Box if you were that stupid. I guess a lot of people are. Ever wondered what's in the jagged mountains in the HFIL? That's their territory. Those that get to be on the outside, in the blood pond, are the ones they truly respect. Some kind of monsters. They're certainly stronger than Cell, this can be assured. Enjoy your time in the mountain region's Golden Box, politicians, business owners and dregs. If you decide to exist some more after you stop existing, well, you are automatically re-directed. It's at this point where the pass or fail becomes critical for the villain. He must be strong enough, lest he be cast into the abyss. I do not wish you good luck for there is no such thing. Nor would I, even if there was.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Confused, alone, starving, dying, breaking.
My mind's silent voices are telling me I can train myself to the point of flight and the visible spectrum channeled through my chakras. This is a lie.
This is too much alone.
Too cryptic, too esoteric, too overwhelming.
UseNet is telling me that I'm trying to steal someone's soul and have their body for my own...
This only seems to get worse.
I dance and I sing without trying.
My mind's silent voices are telling me I can train myself to the point of flight and the visible spectrum channeled through my chakras. This is a lie.
This is too much alone.
Too cryptic, too esoteric, too overwhelming.
UseNet is telling me that I'm trying to steal someone's soul and have their body for my own...
This only seems to get worse.
I dance and I sing without trying.
What the fuck is going on?
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Hate
My definition differs from yours. I've better things to do than to focus on the source of an external discomfort. I think it's better to rise above it but what does one do when it seems to follow them wherever they go? I guess it's somewhat like meeting an old enemy you'd previously vanquished. Would it be but the fact that this target has changed but you find, repeatedly, that it does not. Still, I wait for it's action. It's aggression as opposed to mine. Channeled through my strikes.
A relentless, pure, merciless defense against an opposition. The affair's end at the sink, with the soap.
This is my definition of hate. What is yours?
This is my definition of hate. What is yours?
Enemy
Absolute in all terms and conditions when the moment is applied. Identified, silenced, erased.
Is Mr. Satan the enemy? Clearly I'd have no hope against such a foe in this "weakened" state.
Is there a place for The Good Lord Alpha and The Good Lady Omega in the Snake's Way?
Maybe it's an absolute certainty about some fellow named "Yeshua/Yoshua/Jesus". What does it matter? The "Father, Son and Holy Spirit". Think I'm desecrating it? It's just one of many Tri-Forces of the divine as opposed to the infernal. The angels? The winged fellas in their invisible Fortress? What about them? They're singing for us. Giving us a key. Choirs and a funky tune.
I'm not certain as to what to believe any more. I just want to avoid pain and be free of this cheat.
The incorporation of ki (a type of kinetic energy that could be utilized by any living thing) would be good, would it not?
Do you want stun or kill? Set as you would when necessary by simply willing it.
Greetings, let's continue with the plot development.
What point in time? What place? What of the others? These things are irrelevant and far beyond my comprehension. They are not for me to taint with naked understanding. Mother Nature can fix it all. She's got a pretty white dress beneath a breast plate, flowing locks of black hair and a smile that reassures. Nod, smile, blink and it's fixed.
Blink and I'm him. Trapped in the jewelry. I've got the power and control. I've asked for the salvation. The sacrifice?
I'll tell you what I'd sacrifice to assure such a beautiful, harmonious existence.
Time. I'd be willing to train forever to make sure that the peace is held.
The sword?
The gun?
Nonsense. Literally!
I live by the
Is Mr. Satan the enemy? Clearly I'd have no hope against such a foe in this "weakened" state.
Is there a place for The Good Lord Alpha and The Good Lady Omega in the Snake's Way?
Maybe it's an absolute certainty about some fellow named "Yeshua/Yoshua/Jesus". What does it matter? The "Father, Son and Holy Spirit". Think I'm desecrating it? It's just one of many Tri-Forces of the divine as opposed to the infernal. The angels? The winged fellas in their invisible Fortress? What about them? They're singing for us. Giving us a key. Choirs and a funky tune.
I'm not certain as to what to believe any more. I just want to avoid pain and be free of this cheat.
The incorporation of ki (a type of kinetic energy that could be utilized by any living thing) would be good, would it not?
Do you want stun or kill? Set as you would when necessary by simply willing it.
Greetings, let's continue with the plot development.
What point in time? What place? What of the others? These things are irrelevant and far beyond my comprehension. They are not for me to taint with naked understanding. Mother Nature can fix it all. She's got a pretty white dress beneath a breast plate, flowing locks of black hair and a smile that reassures. Nod, smile, blink and it's fixed.
Blink and I'm him. Trapped in the jewelry. I've got the power and control. I've asked for the salvation. The sacrifice?
I'll tell you what I'd sacrifice to assure such a beautiful, harmonious existence.
Time. I'd be willing to train forever to make sure that the peace is held.
The sword?
The gun?
Nonsense. Literally!
I live by the
FIST
None needn't worry when beneath the glass. It is peaceful there. Enjoy your time out. You will stay there for eternity because you clearly cannot be trusted to be amongst any others above the glass. We would make sure that any amongst you, perhaps even all of you, would never be able to upset the balance. You do not exist after we kill you the second time. When you are dead, if you die, you do not exist. There are no exceptions. You're dealing with an absolute that you will test and fail at even if you cheat.
King? You wish to be King or Queen of the evil, the villains? This is fine with us. You are merely another thing we must fight to protect the Universe.
This includes you Lucifer. Lou. Mr. Satan.
I imagine there are those amongst the denizens beneath the glass that are merely workers assigned their roles. People that usually declare themselves as a rank of high "authority" are the worst kind of "organisms". Fuck your authority. Fuck your power. Fuck your motives. Fuck your existence. The universe is sometimes better off without certain threats.
What's it like in non-existence? I wouldn't know but I bet Vin would.
It's a Golden Box of Hidden Secrets and Threats that you stay inside of forever. No exceptions. Vin didn't want to even imagine this but God help him, he has met his greatest fear. Has sensed him.
You wanted to play a game of wizardry and sorcery? Force of will alone. Happiness. My love, my soul mate out there somewhere waiting patiently for me as I am for her. When I'm training in Heaven, she'll be on a planet with her friends. Not for your eyes.
You will smart, when Vin's story, his "LARPing experience", is finished. You will not enjoy this. It will last forever. You knew this was going to happen to you as well. You think you know what to expect and how to prepare for it. Good sir(s) and madaam(s), you can't imagine what the Kitten Loving Nazi Fellow has in store for you.
Honestly, I'm not sure if any of this is remotely true. I guess I'm being artistic because I'm going through a very strange life. Necessity ad Infinitum. Stay beneath the glass if you know what's good for you. There are some intimately involved with Vin's affairs, however, that have chosen to be obliterated from existence.
Good people, when they're "dead dead", however, do not experience the Golden Box because they were good people. They're like Yoda, Obi Wan and Mufasa in the clouds looking down and helping their friends.
So you wanted to play Dungeons and Dragons IRL?
Okay. I'll make some "players" for your game called "Reality".
Nihil, the defensive wrath.
Vin, the nosferatu under the service of Miss/Mrs.(?) Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing.
Oh, did you want some background info on Vin? Sure thing buddy. I'll assuage the internal conversation's source all it wants. Vin was born into bondage and servitude, an unwilling, unwitting slave to the camera. They always knew what you "Satanists" had planned on doing with him. His "sacrifice", his "consumption", would help usher in a Reign of Evil over this world and, quite possibly, the one beyond. They couldn't have that shit! What to do, then? Clearly this kid did not want it and neither did Miss Hellsing! Seras, ah the sweet lass. Invisible, wild, vampiric. He was converted as a child. A trickle, an invisible wound on the neck. Microscopic in size! The original nosferatu's apprentice, gently on the child in what year? Does it matter? He lost his virginity in 2005 and this happened well before then. The process? The initiation? The upgrade? Their stupid nanomachines are nothing against the machinations of God's organic chemistry. Legions of Hell assaulting him in his sleep, the poor kid. Didn't know what the hell was happening. Pun. Unintended. He did know several things, though.
Necessitus ad Infinitus
Son Halek, the saiyajin.
Oh, did you want to know about the change-overs? The cigarette burns? That's the easy part. I'm sure you've heard of multiple personalities, right? How does their continuity endure between the mind's eye and it's transference from one vessel to another? I don't know. Why don't you go ask Nihil? Then again, if you're the kind of individual that requests a meeting with Nihil, I'd doubt that you would survive the experience. He's only around when he needs to kill things, as is Vin. Who am I then but Vin's "alternate ego"? The glasses wearing, white collar dork. Quick Vin! Find a phone booth! Instant Change-Over.
Did you know that White moves first in a game of Chess?
How many verses did this greedy sack of shit purchase? I guess time will tell. Patience. I've got it. Oh, did you want to know what happens to Vin's "alter ego", that is, in essence, his conscious mind's eye while contained in this vessel? I guess you're going to have to look for him yourself to find out after wards. See, unlike Mr. Narrator from one of my favorite books, I'm not afraid of disappearing. Tyler Durden is my best friend. Oh, you're telling me that anything involving any sort of secular enjoyment is an "imp's" prison? Boxes of fun! Little nooks and crannies everywhere! Mother Nature is the environment and I am "in the grid". You didn't really think it wouldn't be considered a grave offense to make something so simple as the enjoyment of a good book into an endless labyrinth, did you? No, they'll say that it isn't like the book I write. I'd imagine there would always be a few subtle differences. Then again: I've never written my book. I live it.
We are One.
Each of us are The One that over-writes this psychopath's wet dream on paper.
So what of Son Brolly, the saiyjin?
Well, first thing that happens is he takes that fucking jewlery off.
Then he kills Paragus.
Then he frees all those poor slaves on that planet.
Then he's all, "Dude, Vegeta, you're King of the two of us. Really, there's nobody left in this dimension."
Laughter.
An army of soldiers in the service of the Good God and Goddess. Soldiers that grow stronger when you piss them off. Grow stronger when they're beaten to the brink of death. Soldiers that crave battle.
Soldiers that can blow shit up with Kung Fu.
King? You wish to be King or Queen of the evil, the villains? This is fine with us. You are merely another thing we must fight to protect the Universe.
This includes you Lucifer. Lou. Mr. Satan.
I imagine there are those amongst the denizens beneath the glass that are merely workers assigned their roles. People that usually declare themselves as a rank of high "authority" are the worst kind of "organisms". Fuck your authority. Fuck your power. Fuck your motives. Fuck your existence. The universe is sometimes better off without certain threats.
What's it like in non-existence? I wouldn't know but I bet Vin would.
It's a Golden Box of Hidden Secrets and Threats that you stay inside of forever. No exceptions. Vin didn't want to even imagine this but God help him, he has met his greatest fear. Has sensed him.
You wanted to play a game of wizardry and sorcery? Force of will alone. Happiness. My love, my soul mate out there somewhere waiting patiently for me as I am for her. When I'm training in Heaven, she'll be on a planet with her friends. Not for your eyes.
You will smart, when Vin's story, his "LARPing experience", is finished. You will not enjoy this. It will last forever. You knew this was going to happen to you as well. You think you know what to expect and how to prepare for it. Good sir(s) and madaam(s), you can't imagine what the Kitten Loving Nazi Fellow has in store for you.
Honestly, I'm not sure if any of this is remotely true. I guess I'm being artistic because I'm going through a very strange life. Necessity ad Infinitum. Stay beneath the glass if you know what's good for you. There are some intimately involved with Vin's affairs, however, that have chosen to be obliterated from existence.
Good people, when they're "dead dead", however, do not experience the Golden Box because they were good people. They're like Yoda, Obi Wan and Mufasa in the clouds looking down and helping their friends.
So you wanted to play Dungeons and Dragons IRL?
Okay. I'll make some "players" for your game called "Reality".
Nihil, the defensive wrath.
Vin, the nosferatu under the service of Miss/Mrs.(?) Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing.
Oh, did you want some background info on Vin? Sure thing buddy. I'll assuage the internal conversation's source all it wants. Vin was born into bondage and servitude, an unwilling, unwitting slave to the camera. They always knew what you "Satanists" had planned on doing with him. His "sacrifice", his "consumption", would help usher in a Reign of Evil over this world and, quite possibly, the one beyond. They couldn't have that shit! What to do, then? Clearly this kid did not want it and neither did Miss Hellsing! Seras, ah the sweet lass. Invisible, wild, vampiric. He was converted as a child. A trickle, an invisible wound on the neck. Microscopic in size! The original nosferatu's apprentice, gently on the child in what year? Does it matter? He lost his virginity in 2005 and this happened well before then. The process? The initiation? The upgrade? Their stupid nanomachines are nothing against the machinations of God's organic chemistry. Legions of Hell assaulting him in his sleep, the poor kid. Didn't know what the hell was happening. Pun. Unintended. He did know several things, though.
He doesn't like things that aren't nice. In fact, when put in the ring with these excuses for an existence, he fucking hates these things with a fervor beyond description. Apparently killing things that want to harm you in this little "Game" makes one stronger! The wolf breaks down the door, goes for the throat. Goodbye Jason.
The condition? Unseen, unconscious defense. The kid must never see himself in action. Oh, did you want to know how he survives without damning himself through the conversion or blood-sucking of others? Miss Seras Victoria and Vin, sitting in a tree. S-U-C-K-I-N-G. First comes the bite, then a bit of blood, then they go on with their daily activities and I didn't know how to finish this with a rhyme. Get it? Not good enough? Maybe he just manifests through the shadows in a Red Cross clinic. Get it? Oh, did you want to know what happens to his enemies? He's a good friend of Mother Nature. He loves the woods. They are his basement. It could be summarized in the form of a conversation, of sorts.
Enemy: "Greetings. Mind if I murder, eat and/or torture you?"
Vin: "You seem to have invited yourself in. Let's go for a walk. Very good. May I see your camera? Thanks. Now, please turn around and face the corner."
Enemy: "Greetings. Mind if I murder, eat and/or torture you?"
Vin: "You seem to have invited yourself in. Let's go for a walk. Very good. May I see your camera? Thanks. Now, please turn around and face the corner."
In technical terms:
Restraining Control Operation:
Releasing the first restraint.
Function released for a limited time.
Approval recognized.
I must be quiet. I am the other hand to my alter ego's writing limb. I must not know, or speak of this for my words are poisonous to my own cause in light of recent information gathered. I am a foreign occupying force in an enemy household. I was, however, invited in so I retain full strength. I sit here and await Hellsing's orders for the approval but may use up to the first level cancellation at my disposal.
Releasing the first restraint.
Function released for a limited time.
Approval recognized.
I must be quiet. I am the other hand to my alter ego's writing limb. I must not know, or speak of this for my words are poisonous to my own cause in light of recent information gathered. I am a foreign occupying force in an enemy household. I was, however, invited in so I retain full strength. I sit here and await Hellsing's orders for the approval but may use up to the first level cancellation at my disposal.
Necessitus ad Infinitus
Son Halek, the saiyajin.
Oh, did you want to know about the change-overs? The cigarette burns? That's the easy part. I'm sure you've heard of multiple personalities, right? How does their continuity endure between the mind's eye and it's transference from one vessel to another? I don't know. Why don't you go ask Nihil? Then again, if you're the kind of individual that requests a meeting with Nihil, I'd doubt that you would survive the experience. He's only around when he needs to kill things, as is Vin. Who am I then but Vin's "alternate ego"? The glasses wearing, white collar dork. Quick Vin! Find a phone booth! Instant Change-Over.
Did you know that White moves first in a game of Chess?
NO EXCEPTIONS
How many verses did this greedy sack of shit purchase? I guess time will tell. Patience. I've got it. Oh, did you want to know what happens to Vin's "alter ego", that is, in essence, his conscious mind's eye while contained in this vessel? I guess you're going to have to look for him yourself to find out after wards. See, unlike Mr. Narrator from one of my favorite books, I'm not afraid of disappearing. Tyler Durden is my best friend. Oh, you're telling me that anything involving any sort of secular enjoyment is an "imp's" prison? Boxes of fun! Little nooks and crannies everywhere! Mother Nature is the environment and I am "in the grid". You didn't really think it wouldn't be considered a grave offense to make something so simple as the enjoyment of a good book into an endless labyrinth, did you? No, they'll say that it isn't like the book I write. I'd imagine there would always be a few subtle differences. Then again: I've never written my book. I live it.
We are One.
Each of us are The One that over-writes this psychopath's wet dream on paper.
So what of Son Brolly, the saiyjin?
Well, first thing that happens is he takes that fucking jewlery off.
Then he kills Paragus.
Then he frees all those poor slaves on that planet.
Then he's all, "Dude, Vegeta, you're King of the two of us. Really, there's nobody left in this dimension."
Laughter.
An army of soldiers in the service of the Good God and Goddess. Soldiers that grow stronger when you piss them off. Grow stronger when they're beaten to the brink of death. Soldiers that crave battle.
Soldiers that can blow shit up with Kung Fu.
END
P.S. This Is My Story And It's A Comedy
Friday, April 2, 2010
Steel, Iron, Sound, Sense
In the world I envision, there is no need for the prison. The cage. These things only cause untold suffering, twisting what might already be a fragile mind into the darkness' oblivion. Insurmountable hatred, senseless violence and the like are all the by-product of the cage's iron bars.
Do you wish to steal? What was the purpose? What is needed can be given. Your hands need not be removed. Love will see to supply, to quench, to dry.
Do you wish to murder, to rape, to torture? Then you will be murdered. Not once but twice over. You will be erased and your bone dust fed into the canyon's winds.
Some individuals are far too dangerous for a "civil" societie's slow, corruptible functions. A more natural form of order, of law must be ushered in. The predation of the predator, so to speak.
All are equal and none escape. What is sensed cannot be forgotten. Will not be erased for fear of the pain's cohesive, impenetrable return. The mind of the psychopath is the endless labyrinth. A jail all it's own, in a magnitude that few can understand, let alone tolerate. Our prisons only encourage the hall's growth. For new additions on the mansion's architecture.
Strength governs above all. The strength of will, of the truth. The strength of love.
I used to feel deja vu.
Now I just feel annoyed. So annoyed that I'm disgusted.
If it were up to me, I'd empty Hell of every inhabitant and erase their footprint from the beach's sand. Such things that inhabit a place of this conjecturing cannot be trusted to stay there, to exist forever. They'd wish to over-run, to escape. Such is how any system that governs the guilty through arduous labor behind concrete will eventually find itself.
Overwhelmed, ruined and devoured.
Satan would be out of a job but then again, that guy was probably never a big fan of his assigned role in the first place. Maybe it was never Satan that was the bad guy. Satan is power. Power by what means is the question which must inevitably be answered.
I think it's the bad guys that Mr. Satan watches over that are the antagonists.
Do you wish to steal? What was the purpose? What is needed can be given. Your hands need not be removed. Love will see to supply, to quench, to dry.
Do you wish to murder, to rape, to torture? Then you will be murdered. Not once but twice over. You will be erased and your bone dust fed into the canyon's winds.
Some individuals are far too dangerous for a "civil" societie's slow, corruptible functions. A more natural form of order, of law must be ushered in. The predation of the predator, so to speak.
All are equal and none escape. What is sensed cannot be forgotten. Will not be erased for fear of the pain's cohesive, impenetrable return. The mind of the psychopath is the endless labyrinth. A jail all it's own, in a magnitude that few can understand, let alone tolerate. Our prisons only encourage the hall's growth. For new additions on the mansion's architecture.
Strength governs above all. The strength of will, of the truth. The strength of love.
I used to feel deja vu.
Now I just feel annoyed. So annoyed that I'm disgusted.
If it were up to me, I'd empty Hell of every inhabitant and erase their footprint from the beach's sand. Such things that inhabit a place of this conjecturing cannot be trusted to stay there, to exist forever. They'd wish to over-run, to escape. Such is how any system that governs the guilty through arduous labor behind concrete will eventually find itself.
Overwhelmed, ruined and devoured.
Satan would be out of a job but then again, that guy was probably never a big fan of his assigned role in the first place. Maybe it was never Satan that was the bad guy. Satan is power. Power by what means is the question which must inevitably be answered.
I think it's the bad guys that Mr. Satan watches over that are the antagonists.
"Si vis pacem, para bellum."
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