opportunity, conquest, and vengeance. (700)
Jan 3, 2021 23:26:28 GMT -5
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Post by Void on Jan 3, 2021 23:26:28 GMT -5
The New York Stock Exchange. Despite the current state of the world, it’s as busy as ever, with men bustling about. Screens show cascading numbers. Most overwhelming is the drone of shoes clattering across the polished floors. Their clicking begins to fade out, until all that’s heard is the shouting and hum of computers. Then, the hum fades out. We see the form of VOID, standing on a balcony above the chaos. He snaps his fingers, and at last the room is completely silent, though business continues as usual among the traders. In his hands, VOID holds a black duffel bag.
Opportunity… begets opportunity. My sermon on the 20th of December may not have brought the untold glory to the Abyss, but it brought us newfound prominence. The Abyss is eternally patient. That’s the first thing it taught me.
“Once you shed these mortal troubles, you can finally see the grand design. Let them play their foolish games now. When our time comes, they will be washed away in the flood, while my children shall flourish.”
Don’t you see? I am Action’s salvation. Repent, realize the glory of life in the Abyss, and you shall survive. If you refuse our offer, though… you shall be culled like wheat in a field.
“Once you shed these mortal troubles, you can finally see the grand design. Let them play their foolish games now. When our time comes, they will be washed away in the flood, while my children shall flourish.”
Don’t you see? I am Action’s salvation. Repent, realize the glory of life in the Abyss, and you shall survive. If you refuse our offer, though… you shall be culled like wheat in a field.
And so, I pick up my scythe once again. First, there is the former champion, the half-breed, the traveler. Mazy. You put up an impressive showing in Cruiserhavoc. Yet, you were blinded by your ambition. You were so occupied with the den of wolves, you allowed the lamb to devour your harvest. At last it is laid bare, Kaz. You are no monster, no god. You are a deluded man. You think of yourself as a conqueror, I’m sure because you read the legends of Julius Caesar, Alexander The Great, Napoleon. It’s clear you didn’t read the end of their stories. Their empires fell apart, and they succumbed to death. Their conquest and legacy didn’t last, and now they only survive in dusty books and buried stones. You will wish you could be so fortunate. The Abyss shall swallow you whole, and nothing will remain.
Then there’s the arrogant one, Karlie Nash. In Karlie, we have another woman for whom her county is crucial to her identity. She has earned glory for her country on the global stage. Her name has become synonymous with gold, whether it be around her neck or around her waist. You bask in the lifestyle that comes with your fame. Media reports your every move. It’s insulting. You call your team Red White & Bruised, but you seem to care more for your face then the flag. In a way, it’s poetic. So many Americans live lives of self-obsession, with no frame of reference to their own privileges. Who better to represent them then a narcissist who tries to relive the glory days and shoves down the struggling with her star power? It is the struggling who the Abyss reaches out for, renews, and sends out reborn and ready to enact vengeance on their oppressors. So, Karlie, this Monday, I carry with me all those souls you demolished on your way to the top. They shall crawl onto your back, and at last they will have your vengeance. You need not fear. You will join them in the Abyss soon.
And so, I shall continue on my quest. As a missionary of the Abyss, claiming this opportunity is not just a want. It is a need. The Abyss is not concerned with the struggles of the mortal world, only the spreading of it’s message. Which reminds me.
VOID hefts up the black duffel bag he holds onto a table. He unzips the top, revealing stacks upon stacks of dollar bills. He reaches below the table, and pulls out lighter fluid and some matches.
In the Abyss, all is provided for. Your man-made metrics of wealth, your bonuses, hold no meaning. Rather, it is in their destruction that meaning is shown.
VOID splashes the bag with lighter fluid, then lights the match.
So, pay attention to my lessons. For no thing can save you.
VOID drops the match, then walks away as the money burns.