The Wayfarer

[The_Godslayer]

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

▁ ▁ ▁ ▁ - lb - 88 - 14 - 7C - 04 - ▁ ▁ ▁ ▁

The Gardener's crystal form hung for a moment, and then an invisible force pulled it back to the position it was before. A crystaline link of the other chain glowed slightly, then popped, leaving the Gardener hovering weightlessly in the air, draped in chains. A triangle shape lit up on the floor and ceiling, with a light flow of white energy bleeding upwards and downwards, respectively. He designated his own container, given the frailty of the previous one.

"Light and Dark are great for war, and worthless for the subjugation of reality. Embracing one or the other is merely the façade of confidence. All that is real is Truth and Falsity. The Truth remains, and the Falsities, no matter what they accomplish or what they create, will collapse. The Harbinger will claim the rotting scraps of our creators, and rot with it. The flock of the Raven will fail to escape their own humanity, and suffer an irony worse than the wound they will receive. The Viper and her den will burn to extinguishment in glory, never the wiser. The shards of Light who believe in the eternal stagnancy will shatter under the weight of the Maker's crown. Being lost in Light, being lost in Dark... they're all lost in the end."


He paused for a moment, recomposing himself."I've already given you what I needed to. Contemplation breeds imitation, oh Geminate mine. Now that you know what to look for, you'll see what is and what isn't. You'll realize, and then you'll realize some more. And once you're able to distinguish Truth from Falsity, you'll slowly become something greater. Another player to sit at the board, instead of on it. A competitor. Iron sharpens iron, yes? You'll help perfect Our Maiden."


Layered rings of alien characters burned themselves into the air around the crystal. They smoothly slid over each other, rearranging, swapping characters from one to the other, and rewriting themselves entirely. He reviewed the weft and weave of his own words and the perspectives he projected. The Gardener had no intent to escape.

"Do keep using my verbal cage, yes? Define your opponent, and then make them your own. Put intent into every word, and you won't just say anything. You'll say exactly what you need to. The same for your mind, so that you don't just entertain any thought. Think exactly what you need to. And when you can do those, your very presence will change. You won't be wherever you are. You'll be exactly where you need to be."

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.͈̤̺̼ͣͭ͞҉̘̀ͫ̉.͎̬ͦ̔ͧ̍̾̃̍̇ͣ͝.͕̺̰̘ͧ̏ͥͬ̃.̪͙͕.͏̖͉.̴̯̤̭̟̍ͣ̄.̩̩͖͙̻͓̞̏ͨ̈́͋͒͂͆̃͛͛͟.̙̭̳́̂ͤ̀͘.̲͇̹ͩ̾̆ͨ̀ͫ͘͞.̘͕̮̟̉ͯ̃̒ͮͩ̂͘̚͜.ͅ҉͗.̵̣͕̄.̷̶̩̰̮͖̹̍ͮ̅ͨͤ́̉̎̇ͨ̍.̵̡̦̓̉ͬͅ.̸̬̞͋͂͑ͭͤ̑.̱̉͟.͏̛̳̺̟.̷̝ͩ͛.̜͍̏̒͌͗͢.̪̠̙̩̥̟͑ͬ̑̀́ͭ̾̀--+̸̸̴̣̠̠͍̦̫͂̓͗̐ͨͭ͘+̴̧̻̰̦̯́͊͒͗͌̐ͥͩ̐ͭ̔͟͞+̜̻͙̪̞ͥ̓ͯ̇̀͜͡͝͞+̫+͚̟̝͔̠̙̗̤͛̅̉̿͒̓ͬ͊́̚-̵̘̳̻̫̜̆ͥͯ̏͆̍͝͏̓-͕̰ͬ͂͛-̸̧̯̮̣̙͒ͣͧ̀͗҉̷͉̳̀ͣ̂ͪ͠-҉͓-̮̩̰̪͙̹̇ͪ̆̄͂̈ͧ́́̐́͘--▄▀▀▀

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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?"