Post by bloodiedfox on Jul 22, 2024 15:43:15 GMT -5
The soft crackle of a fire fills our ears as we see Bloodied Fox sit cross-legged before it, staring deep into the burning. The light it throws upon his face lends it a sinister aspect.
I talked about our similarities, and then you spoke on our similarities and differences. It was… interesting to hear it from your perspective, Donzig; to hear my motivations distorted by a diseased mind like the warping of light through a shattered prism. Just as with any other distortion, the truth was there in a faintly recognisable form, but put to false ends.
We are both damned, Donzig. I am under no delusion that I can be redeemed. It’s just that unlike you I’m not willing to stay crawling in the gutter, pretending that misery and selfishness is some special truth that embracing makes me better than anyone else. You said the road to Hell was long and hard?
Bullshit.
The road to Hell is short and easy. I mean, how much did it really take for me to lose my mind and go darkside? A few missed title opportunities and some other people getting love from the fans? It was fucking pathetic. But what would be even more pathetic would be doubling down and staying there, because that’s even easier than falling in the first place. Getting back out of Hell, earning back some portion of the trust and faith people used to have in you that you threw away? That’s hard. Like, fucking Elden Ring DLC hard. But I would rather try and fail at that then stay sunk where I was, on your level. I’d rather be a human being than some fucking demon.
He pauses for a moment, then shakes his head.
I don’t even know why I bothered saying that, given it’ll slide off your smooth brain. I guess you struck a nerve with what you said. In which case, let me return the favour:
If the freedom of falling has made you so strong, why are you still so unsuccessful?
Fox looks up from the fire into the camera, smirking.
I mean, even with your two brainwashed thugs and Lady Simpington at your beck and call you’ve achieved… what exactly? You don’t control WUK, let alone the XHF. You haven’t so much as sniffed the X*Crown or the Junior Heavyweight title or the hardcore belt. You haven’t won the Rumble or End of Days. You’ve made all this noise and spewed all this venom and what exactly do you have to show for it? Whereas I…
His grin broadens in lieu of listing his achievements.
How much does it hurt to know that even at my lowest I accomplished everything you couldn’t? To be forced to bear witness to my superiority made manifest? I haven’t just beaten you, Donzig; I’ve surpassed you by every metric. Now I’m going to put you out of your misery.
You’re welcome.
I talked about our similarities, and then you spoke on our similarities and differences. It was… interesting to hear it from your perspective, Donzig; to hear my motivations distorted by a diseased mind like the warping of light through a shattered prism. Just as with any other distortion, the truth was there in a faintly recognisable form, but put to false ends.
We are both damned, Donzig. I am under no delusion that I can be redeemed. It’s just that unlike you I’m not willing to stay crawling in the gutter, pretending that misery and selfishness is some special truth that embracing makes me better than anyone else. You said the road to Hell was long and hard?
Bullshit.
The road to Hell is short and easy. I mean, how much did it really take for me to lose my mind and go darkside? A few missed title opportunities and some other people getting love from the fans? It was fucking pathetic. But what would be even more pathetic would be doubling down and staying there, because that’s even easier than falling in the first place. Getting back out of Hell, earning back some portion of the trust and faith people used to have in you that you threw away? That’s hard. Like, fucking Elden Ring DLC hard. But I would rather try and fail at that then stay sunk where I was, on your level. I’d rather be a human being than some fucking demon.
He pauses for a moment, then shakes his head.
I don’t even know why I bothered saying that, given it’ll slide off your smooth brain. I guess you struck a nerve with what you said. In which case, let me return the favour:
If the freedom of falling has made you so strong, why are you still so unsuccessful?
Fox looks up from the fire into the camera, smirking.
I mean, even with your two brainwashed thugs and Lady Simpington at your beck and call you’ve achieved… what exactly? You don’t control WUK, let alone the XHF. You haven’t so much as sniffed the X*Crown or the Junior Heavyweight title or the hardcore belt. You haven’t won the Rumble or End of Days. You’ve made all this noise and spewed all this venom and what exactly do you have to show for it? Whereas I…
His grin broadens in lieu of listing his achievements.
How much does it hurt to know that even at my lowest I accomplished everything you couldn’t? To be forced to bear witness to my superiority made manifest? I haven’t just beaten you, Donzig; I’ve surpassed you by every metric. Now I’m going to put you out of your misery.
You’re welcome.