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
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