06-23-2006, 12:27 PM | #11 |
Argus Agony
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"So, can we go home now?"
"No. No, we can't," a weary voice spoke up, dispassionately, "Not yet. This... thing back there that's planning on tearing apart all of existance bit by bit is not a self-willed force. It's a monster. Your monster. You people made Raiden, designed him to behave this way, whether you intended it or not. To say that your creation went haywire because it just up and decided to is a cop out." The lack of passion in Pedro's voice was giving way to anger. Now, some might say that it is more than unwise to take this tone with the very literal Powers That Be. Still, others would not say anything because they'd have high-tailed it out of there by now. Either way, the floodgates were open, and the gods themselves were going to get an earful, regardless of consequences. "You want to maintain order, to maintain balance in the universe? You want to keep up the illusion of your perfect world that you created?" growled the temporarily reformed Hazel-Eyes White Capitalist. "Then clean up your mess already."
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