Post by bloodiedfox on May 26, 2022 17:59:17 GMT -5
Static. A voice.
Maybe you're right, Nathan. Maybe I can't win this because my mind is stuck in the past. My question to you then is where should my mind be? The present? What good would that do me when the past and the present are so interlinked, courtesy of the ghost of factions past? The future then? What future?
Darkness.
No, seriously, what future? What am I supposed to be pushing towards? Gold and glory? The thrill of the fight? Something nobler, perhaps? After all, that is what I've talked about so often. But take a look around, and see where that's gotten us.
Rapid streams of images, the current events of the day. War. Death. Hypocrisy.
Maybe it's the doom spiral talking, but what the fuck do I matter? My life, my actions, my intentions. All for nothing. Nothing I have said or done has mattered. It is crushing, and yet somehow oddly freeing. I am just another fucking animal in a flood of billions hammering their way towards oblivion.
Now I understand you, Nathan. Now I see the world the way you do.
The skull of a fox.
I should thank you. All of you, really. Not just the other five competitors but all the audience as well. As you welcomed my Judas home with open arms and cheerful voice, you made me understand that nothing I do matters to you. More so than Spike's educational violence, or Keahi's introspection inspiring questions, the masses need for moral edification by redeeming the irredeemable has given me clarity. I am irrelevant.
In fast motion, flowers grow and blossom through the skull's eye sockets.
Thus I may do what I wish.
Blood begins to drips from the petals of the flowers.
Within The Circle, I will do as I please. Not for the past, or the present, or the future, because all are unimportant. All that matters is that none of it matters.
Darkness
This is a world for monsters. So I shall be a monster.