"Most people rejected His message" (I17)
Mar 2, 2022 18:11:58 GMT -5
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Post by bloodiedfox on Mar 2, 2022 18:11:58 GMT -5
The setting sun bleeds over the Seattle skyline. In a glass elevator, Misha Constantine stands facing towards it, as though studying a campaign map.
It's times like this, I think to compare myself to Cassandra; gifted with powers of prophecy but cursed to be disbelieved. But then I realise it's no true fit. Cassandra's foresight was a divine gift, whereas I am simply smart enough to be able to really see what's going on. Likewise, the refusal of others to listen to Cassandra was caused by the gods, but you people have no-one and nothing else to blame for refusing to be warned. You don't like me, therefore nothing I say has any merit to you.
Screw it, Greek mythology is probably too high brow a reference for you drooling simpletons to get anyway. Let's try something a little more common denominator. HOMЯ, the ninth episode of the twelfth season of The Simpsons, reveals that the reason for Homer Simpson's oh-so-relatable idiocy is that he has a crayon lodged up his nose and against his brain. Upon its removal, he becomes a genius, but he soon discovers that his new found intelligence only alienates him from the rest of society. Distraught, he has the crayon reinserted, returning himself to his more comfortable state of stupidity. That 22 minute tribute to Flowers For Algernon is probably the truest work of fiction ever broadcast. To possess a functioning brain in this world filled with, run by, and catered towards, morons is to suffer. You toss aside any and all expertise if it in any way challenges your cosy little world view, or requires you to think for even a moment.
Misha turns his back to view, facing the camera now. His eyes stare down the lens with a look of utter contempt.
I fucking told you who Anthony Caffrey was a long time ago, and you all refused to listen.
I laid out all the evidence, again and again and again, as he connived and conspired and twisted everything he could to keep me under his thumb, but you ignored it. Because Caffrey was your hometown hero, because he was so charming and presentable, but most importantly of all because he sold you the lie that people could change. You'd redeemed him! You turned a self-serving weasel into a noble people's champion! You were just the best! Pay no attention to that nasty Misha Constantine who dares to highlight the contradictions! How dare he not act like being pushed into a singles match with Caffrey is a better reward than an X*Crown shot! Boo him for not bowing and scraping for scraps from the cis straight white guy like a good little minority!
But then when he couldn't use me for his own ends, he went for someone more pliable and more palatable. MYOJIN, the good little andromorph who did what he was told. Oh sure, he made some grumbling noises, but he still went along with your stupid scheme to fight Kanyon and his cronies. That was when people started to doubt. It was one thing to screw around with mean old Misha, but that nice pretty MYOJIN?
Misha sucks in a breath through his teeth.
You were proving me right, Caff, even if the people didn't want to believe it. When your plan failed, you tried to offload the blame, and that just made it worse. So you made one last throw of the dice, and tried to appease the fans by bringing in a shiny new babyface in the form of Adrien Cochrane. Shame he'd decided to join Cross Recoba's vanity project over yours already, hmmm? Your ego couldn't handle the rejection, and now the whole world can see the truth I told them, even if they won't acknowledge me as the source. I do so enjoy vindication.
In the long run, you'll find it's so much better to simply not worry about the shallow thoughts of the fickle masses, Anthony. It's freeing to answer to no-one but yourself. Short term though? Not so fun. See, in your little ego trip of making this penalty box match to crown the FIRESIDE wrestler of the year 2021, you have placed yourself in front of so much firepower that I'd be tempted to make a reference to events in Ukraine if I didn't have standards...
Let's leave that trite topical bullshit to the likes of Bloodied Fox, shall we?
You're walking into a match with four other people who can't fucking stand you, Caff. MYOJIN certainly wants to take you apart for how you used him, and while you may not be Vodka Fizz or Erin Gordon's main targets right now, you are in neither of their good graces for all your bullshit. And me? Make no mistake, I don't care about winning this match to claim some worthless accolade. I know I was the best wrestler in this company the past year, the same as I was the year before and will be in every other year to come. No, all I care about is finally getting to express my disdain for you in a language so simple even an audience as cretinous as the one in The Hearth can understand...
His face splits into a malevolent grin.
Violence.
It's times like this, I think to compare myself to Cassandra; gifted with powers of prophecy but cursed to be disbelieved. But then I realise it's no true fit. Cassandra's foresight was a divine gift, whereas I am simply smart enough to be able to really see what's going on. Likewise, the refusal of others to listen to Cassandra was caused by the gods, but you people have no-one and nothing else to blame for refusing to be warned. You don't like me, therefore nothing I say has any merit to you.
Screw it, Greek mythology is probably too high brow a reference for you drooling simpletons to get anyway. Let's try something a little more common denominator. HOMЯ, the ninth episode of the twelfth season of The Simpsons, reveals that the reason for Homer Simpson's oh-so-relatable idiocy is that he has a crayon lodged up his nose and against his brain. Upon its removal, he becomes a genius, but he soon discovers that his new found intelligence only alienates him from the rest of society. Distraught, he has the crayon reinserted, returning himself to his more comfortable state of stupidity. That 22 minute tribute to Flowers For Algernon is probably the truest work of fiction ever broadcast. To possess a functioning brain in this world filled with, run by, and catered towards, morons is to suffer. You toss aside any and all expertise if it in any way challenges your cosy little world view, or requires you to think for even a moment.
Misha turns his back to view, facing the camera now. His eyes stare down the lens with a look of utter contempt.
I fucking told you who Anthony Caffrey was a long time ago, and you all refused to listen.
I laid out all the evidence, again and again and again, as he connived and conspired and twisted everything he could to keep me under his thumb, but you ignored it. Because Caffrey was your hometown hero, because he was so charming and presentable, but most importantly of all because he sold you the lie that people could change. You'd redeemed him! You turned a self-serving weasel into a noble people's champion! You were just the best! Pay no attention to that nasty Misha Constantine who dares to highlight the contradictions! How dare he not act like being pushed into a singles match with Caffrey is a better reward than an X*Crown shot! Boo him for not bowing and scraping for scraps from the cis straight white guy like a good little minority!
But then when he couldn't use me for his own ends, he went for someone more pliable and more palatable. MYOJIN, the good little andromorph who did what he was told. Oh sure, he made some grumbling noises, but he still went along with your stupid scheme to fight Kanyon and his cronies. That was when people started to doubt. It was one thing to screw around with mean old Misha, but that nice pretty MYOJIN?
Misha sucks in a breath through his teeth.
You were proving me right, Caff, even if the people didn't want to believe it. When your plan failed, you tried to offload the blame, and that just made it worse. So you made one last throw of the dice, and tried to appease the fans by bringing in a shiny new babyface in the form of Adrien Cochrane. Shame he'd decided to join Cross Recoba's vanity project over yours already, hmmm? Your ego couldn't handle the rejection, and now the whole world can see the truth I told them, even if they won't acknowledge me as the source. I do so enjoy vindication.
In the long run, you'll find it's so much better to simply not worry about the shallow thoughts of the fickle masses, Anthony. It's freeing to answer to no-one but yourself. Short term though? Not so fun. See, in your little ego trip of making this penalty box match to crown the FIRESIDE wrestler of the year 2021, you have placed yourself in front of so much firepower that I'd be tempted to make a reference to events in Ukraine if I didn't have standards...
Let's leave that trite topical bullshit to the likes of Bloodied Fox, shall we?
You're walking into a match with four other people who can't fucking stand you, Caff. MYOJIN certainly wants to take you apart for how you used him, and while you may not be Vodka Fizz or Erin Gordon's main targets right now, you are in neither of their good graces for all your bullshit. And me? Make no mistake, I don't care about winning this match to claim some worthless accolade. I know I was the best wrestler in this company the past year, the same as I was the year before and will be in every other year to come. No, all I care about is finally getting to express my disdain for you in a language so simple even an audience as cretinous as the one in The Hearth can understand...
His face splits into a malevolent grin.
Violence.