| If you could make the world precicely what you wanted it to be, from the first day that you set a single, solitary foot upon the Earth outside your door, would you run in fear and loathing for the sudden responsibility to make something of yourself and the surroundings you are given, or would you become proud, strong, and turn to face everything before you as a new game in which you are the eternal champion. The world is a mysterious place, with nuances the likes of which one can not even begin to fully comprehend. To each individual, the world is a decidedly new, and wonderful place, one full of wonder and excitement, where the possibilities are endless, and the options without limit. Humanity, in its never ceasing quest for superiority above all things great and small, has riddled this world with its supernatural filth. With each passing century, each single, solitary breath of each single solitary mortal and immortal alike, this place we have the audacity to claim as our own is sucked further and further into an endless spiral of discomfort and distaste. Those with intellectual superiority on their side are the only individuals capable of finding some wrong within the world and setting it to its inevitable rights, are the fewest among our numbers. But we are the breed that will win out in the end amongs the plethora of arrogant blackguards incapable of seeing beyond their own insipid brawn. Where they would shower the world in blood without remorse, we would hunt them down by the clues they thought they never left behind, and we would bring them face to face with each demon they posess. Lo. We are the investigators. The detectives. The unsung heros of all that intelligence provides. Fear the learned, for it is they that will smote the arrogant masses who believe themselves superior. |
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| You could bring yourself to a thousand new levels, if only you could understand.. which levels actually exist. | ||||||||||||||||
| A Man ... | ||||||||||||||||
| A Mystery... | ||||||||||||||||
| A World Forgotten | ||||||||||||||||
| A Vent for An Intellectual | ||||||||||||||||
| A Paradise for Answers | ||||||||||||||||
| Aquaintences of a Madman | ||||||||||||||||