Bardiel
Bourgeois
Outlands Wanderer
Posts: 147
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Post by Bardiel on Apr 20, 2013 6:53:53 GMT -6
“We live in a universe ruled from top to bottom, everything is top down. The strong are piled on top of the weak, the wealthy over the poor. We're all rotten apples which have fallen from a poisoned tree. Our sins pile on top of our fathers sins and their fathers sins and so on and so on, amen. We can try and clear the top off this dung pile but there's just more excrement underneath. We could work top down, we could dirty our hands in filth, and for a fleeting moment we'll turn this top down empire topsy turvy! The strong will bend their knees under the weight of the starving. The wealthy will fall over as they step on the poor. But haven't you all tried that before? Don't try to rule from up high, don't make their mistake. I want you to worm your way into the decaying flesh of the monarchy and eat it from the inside out. Don't try and climb the turd pile to Heaven. Drag Heaven down with you when you fall. The future is joyous, throw yourselves into the crucible. Because you're already trash. Because you're toxic, you're poison, you're faceless, you're a brawl, a riot, an army, a knife, a bomb. Because you're timber around the funeral pyre and they're afraid of you. Because deep down inside every one of you is something that begs to break and be broken!”
-Bardiel addressing a reasonable collection of likeminded individuals on the state of Hell's current Aristocracy? Or is it an Oligarchy? I'm not really sure what the difference is or what Hell is supposed to be...
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Bardiel
Bourgeois
Outlands Wanderer
Posts: 147
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Post by Bardiel on Apr 21, 2013 23:53:13 GMT -6
“What are you doing? Don't throw yourselves away! Yes, there are those out there who seek to cause you harm. You are in danger. Everything you are is fragile and vulnerable. But for some stupid reason there are those who fight to save you. They fight to give you something better. Are they perfect? NO! They're selfish and weak and unable to triumph on their own. Fools compelled by a narcissistic desire to bleed for you in some insane attempt at rationalising their own pathetic lives. They do it for themselves... But in the end we all benefit. Unified under a cause that doesn’t forget wars do eventually end, and when they do there better be someone still standing to fight off the vultures. Heaven circles they skies right now waiting for a sign of weakness, ready to desecrate what remains. What stands in their way? We all do. But only forged together as an empire. We are Hell. And like it or not you worms are lucky to have a Queen that knows this. A Queen stupid enough to sacrifice her own desires to fulfil your own. If that's what it means to be a hero then let it be. Stand with them, those heroes, stay beside them as they martyr themselves and fight to drink deep the blood of the future they spill.”
-Bardiel addressing the same collection of now confused individuals on the state of Hell's current government not five minutes later.
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Bardiel
Bourgeois
Outlands Wanderer
Posts: 147
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Post by Bardiel on Apr 26, 2013 11:34:14 GMT -6
Oh nuuu. B-diel B talking smack!
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“Kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me, I'll live forever, kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me, they're coming to join me and kill me and kill me. The voices are screaming screaming screaming over flowing drenching our eyes and our skin and our killing screaming stop! Give it to me I'll live forever if you just kill me at least I can hit the floor and die die die die die. I don't want to dream again. Screaming I'm falling falling while all my hero's are burning burning burning screaming and dying. Do you feel ok? Here it is I can hear it, it's getting harder to make it out alive. I do ok. I wake up knowing it's going to get harder and harder and stop. It's calling calling speaking speaking sleeping killing me. I can hear it... Daddy? I cannot trust but I can see you. Monster. Monster monster monster monster monster love me love me love me. I believe I you. You're mine mine mine mine mine mine mine to touch mine to hold mine to wreck and brake and ruin and throw away and tear and rip and make. What is it? Whispering love me while I sleep. Touch me stop me. Your body is mine mine mine. It says nightmare nightmare haunted by the nightmare of a monster that wants to kill me and live forever and it whispers don't close your eyes, take my hand that final time. Nothing can stop me. I'm hiding under the covers I'm running they're coming to save me but how can you save something that cannot feel, cannot fear, cannot burn, cannot scream I want to scream STOP THE SKY IS FALLING!”
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Bardiel
Bourgeois
Outlands Wanderer
Posts: 147
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Post by Bardiel on May 2, 2013 2:22:27 GMT -6
The Nietzsche wannabe {}{}{} "What is greater than God? Nothing. Nothing is greater than God." {}{}{} "Gods, too, decompose. God Is Dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him." {}{}{}
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