Post by Grimoire Xmyles on May 27, 2018 18:56:13 GMT -5
OOC: Yes, it's short. Work has kicked my ass and I got called in to work again tonight (even though my last shift was meant to be yesterday...)
“The human body is Mother Nature’s magnum opus of bionic engineering. Yet… Her blueprints were not without their flaws. In truth, we are more defective than She realised. And we, as humans, have understood the blemishes in our designs and thusly sought to address them in a number of ways. If there is a task that one cannot achieve alone, one sources the assistance of other like-minded folk or conjure a means to achieve the desired results through the use of tools to construct their own forms of aid.”
“But humankind can only do so much. Particularly when it comes to the housekeeping and sanctuary of their own bodies. While mundane tasks can be simplified through the use of machines, not one has yet been invented to locate the Fountain of Youth. Suits of armour can only deflect so many projectiles before they are blown to smithereens by a cannonball. Medicine can only keep our diseases at bay for so long before we succumb to the most malignant of cancers. We can eat healthily and train our bodies for so long, only to become bedridden by illness or injury.”
“So why even try?”
“Why is nature so cruel as to allow wounds to heal, only for them to open again?”
“What do you fear above all else? Irrelevance? Immobility? Death? All of these are fears of the unknown. It is the anticipation of not-knowing, but the knowing of anticipation is what causes you to constantly watch over your shoulder.”
“It is one thing to tell the world that you boast no fears, but with lies becoming so commonplace it is almost second nature to produce such a façade. It is the most basic level of reverse psychology. When one claims to possess no fear, there is a stigmatic necessity to justify such reasoning. One must explain themselves to prove a point.”
“When I say I possess no fear, it because I AM fear, manifesting before your very eyes.”
“You might call me crazy. You might call me unstable. Or you might just call me an idiot. But what you fail to realise… is that there is ALWAYS a method to madness.”
“I’ve sat and watched the events that have taken place over the past few months, even those stretching beyond my surprise appearance all the way back in January as part of the annual West Coast Rumble. I’ve witnessed every motherfucker from Brother Maylock to Chris Page follow Star Child as if she is some sort of idol.”
“It must be a shame that Adam Barker has managed to garner more attention than the three of you have been able to do so collectively in months, simply by hospitalising himself so publically. If you are feeling starved for attention, I will gladly oblige by presenting your lifeless bodies to the Chinese doctors, who will subsequently remove your kidneys and gallbladders to sell on the Black Market, or as street food. I might even perform such operations on you myself. Hospitals the world over are struggling to cope with overcrowding, after all.”
“Who says I don’t have a good heart?”
“If the seed of Adam’s attempt at suicide were in fact sown by another individual, then that one person out there knows that their anonymity is the cause of your despair. I’m assuming that this would apply to all three of my ‘opponents’, but perhaps Chris Page takes greater exception more so than Alice Star Child and Mr. Dick Kisser.”
“He’s his best friend, after all.”
“It makes me wish that I’d thought of the idea myself!”
“If knowledge is power, I have all three of you spunk boozers totally Top-Trumped. I look at things differently. I have a different perception to life than you. As a result, I truly can see things that others cannot. Who better to unravel the innards of a criminalist frame of mind than one who is just a maliciously cerebral?”
“Do you understand what I’m saying? I want to find the mastermind behind Mr. Barker’s dilemma. But my motives are not driven by vengeance or justice. No. I want to find them so that I may shake their hand and congratulate them on a job well done…”
“I say ‘job well done,’ but the fact Adam is still drawing breath means that their plan might not have been executed as efficaciously as they’d intended.”
“But what do I know? I’m just a crazy, rambling idiot, right?”
“Chris Page clearly has more important things on his mind than a contest such as this. And, to his credit, it is the one thing that he and I might share in common at this time. I don’t give a flying fuck about this so called ‘match,’ least not when I’m being paired with a no-dicked nobody like Tolly or a man who even in his prime was about as big a novelty as Axel The Shark fucking The Dark Shadow; Hawaiian Hardhead. One of these other losers can eat the defeat here.”
“It might surprise you to learn that I’m not looking to spill blood here. No, no, my friends. What I have in mind is something much… MUCH better.”
“Because unlike you, even at my darkest hour, on my darkest day, I always have a reason to smile…”
“The human body is Mother Nature’s magnum opus of bionic engineering. Yet… Her blueprints were not without their flaws. In truth, we are more defective than She realised. And we, as humans, have understood the blemishes in our designs and thusly sought to address them in a number of ways. If there is a task that one cannot achieve alone, one sources the assistance of other like-minded folk or conjure a means to achieve the desired results through the use of tools to construct their own forms of aid.”
“But humankind can only do so much. Particularly when it comes to the housekeeping and sanctuary of their own bodies. While mundane tasks can be simplified through the use of machines, not one has yet been invented to locate the Fountain of Youth. Suits of armour can only deflect so many projectiles before they are blown to smithereens by a cannonball. Medicine can only keep our diseases at bay for so long before we succumb to the most malignant of cancers. We can eat healthily and train our bodies for so long, only to become bedridden by illness or injury.”
“So why even try?”
“Why is nature so cruel as to allow wounds to heal, only for them to open again?”
“What do you fear above all else? Irrelevance? Immobility? Death? All of these are fears of the unknown. It is the anticipation of not-knowing, but the knowing of anticipation is what causes you to constantly watch over your shoulder.”
“It is one thing to tell the world that you boast no fears, but with lies becoming so commonplace it is almost second nature to produce such a façade. It is the most basic level of reverse psychology. When one claims to possess no fear, there is a stigmatic necessity to justify such reasoning. One must explain themselves to prove a point.”
“When I say I possess no fear, it because I AM fear, manifesting before your very eyes.”
“You might call me crazy. You might call me unstable. Or you might just call me an idiot. But what you fail to realise… is that there is ALWAYS a method to madness.”
“I’ve sat and watched the events that have taken place over the past few months, even those stretching beyond my surprise appearance all the way back in January as part of the annual West Coast Rumble. I’ve witnessed every motherfucker from Brother Maylock to Chris Page follow Star Child as if she is some sort of idol.”
“It must be a shame that Adam Barker has managed to garner more attention than the three of you have been able to do so collectively in months, simply by hospitalising himself so publically. If you are feeling starved for attention, I will gladly oblige by presenting your lifeless bodies to the Chinese doctors, who will subsequently remove your kidneys and gallbladders to sell on the Black Market, or as street food. I might even perform such operations on you myself. Hospitals the world over are struggling to cope with overcrowding, after all.”
“Who says I don’t have a good heart?”
“If the seed of Adam’s attempt at suicide were in fact sown by another individual, then that one person out there knows that their anonymity is the cause of your despair. I’m assuming that this would apply to all three of my ‘opponents’, but perhaps Chris Page takes greater exception more so than Alice Star Child and Mr. Dick Kisser.”
“He’s his best friend, after all.”
“It makes me wish that I’d thought of the idea myself!”
“If knowledge is power, I have all three of you spunk boozers totally Top-Trumped. I look at things differently. I have a different perception to life than you. As a result, I truly can see things that others cannot. Who better to unravel the innards of a criminalist frame of mind than one who is just a maliciously cerebral?”
“Do you understand what I’m saying? I want to find the mastermind behind Mr. Barker’s dilemma. But my motives are not driven by vengeance or justice. No. I want to find them so that I may shake their hand and congratulate them on a job well done…”
“I say ‘job well done,’ but the fact Adam is still drawing breath means that their plan might not have been executed as efficaciously as they’d intended.”
“But what do I know? I’m just a crazy, rambling idiot, right?”
“Chris Page clearly has more important things on his mind than a contest such as this. And, to his credit, it is the one thing that he and I might share in common at this time. I don’t give a flying fuck about this so called ‘match,’ least not when I’m being paired with a no-dicked nobody like Tolly or a man who even in his prime was about as big a novelty as Axel The Shark fucking The Dark Shadow; Hawaiian Hardhead. One of these other losers can eat the defeat here.”
“It might surprise you to learn that I’m not looking to spill blood here. No, no, my friends. What I have in mind is something much… MUCH better.”
“Because unlike you, even at my darkest hour, on my darkest day, I always have a reason to smile…”