The Wayfarer

[The_Godslayer]

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Location: - tt-rr-321561--▝▁ ▁ ▁ ▁▝ RV-Wayfarer, Lab C

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He did, in fact, drop the act. The rattle ceased, and the thing it hid, unending muttering and whispering, took hold. The twisted shadows disappeared, and the warped perspectives came forward, bending reality like the space around a singularity. Most importantly, the chains holding the crystal aloft were slowly being transformed into the same substance as the crystal, crawling up the chain one link at a time like a glassy frost.

"Why play my part? I've eaten a shard of our MAKERS, haaah... I'd rather play the game itself."

"Human, Nomad, a set of mere pieces played by their players, Entropy and Order."


The reality of his madness was tangible. His tone of voice shifted to the fanatical hiss that his compatriots had gotten used to."I've seen the Slomon K'Hara as they were, heir to a galactic throne, sons of the conquerors of space, time, and life itself. The Pattern-Makers who's table-scraps we wage war over. So, why not let the pawns keep fighting, hmmm? Every single one of you plays the game. The pawns march forward, the bishops strike in unknown angles, the knights suddenly appear, and the rooks control the pathways. I'm going to create a player. Sh'ozak, our blessed Mercy, your sacred Death, is made singular. Amalgam in her own right. All I need is the final piece. I will make her Da'am K'Vosh, Human, and Nomad, all at once. And when she can see the patterns, change the patterns, and make the patterns? The game is over. The universe loses its identity as a board on which a game is played, and becomes a canvas on which an image is painted. The image of the final victory of the EMPIRE of the Da'am K'Vosh. A father that conquered all within reach, and a daughter that conquers all that exists."

His excitement and psychic pressure receded, as well as the transformation of the chains halting at the halfway point, as he addressed the question of Caliban's humanity again: "You'll embrace Our Hallowed Maiden Sh'ozak one way or another. All of humanity will. Death is your goddess. Death is your duty. Death is your fate. If you want to pick a different fate, surely it is obvious that you must cease to be human. You can't have a different ending by reading the same book, after all."

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I'll do something about my superiority complex when I cease to be superior.

"Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin and gettin' your shoes, coat, and your hat tooken?"