恙神 涯 (Tsutsugami Gai) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
voidseeing) wrote2013-08-23 12:39 am
voidseeing) wrote2013-08-23 12:39 am
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[Anonymous Voice/Written]
[The events of a week and a half ago still hang heavy over Gai's mind, something that's unusual for him. He's had his body altered without his consent, even his mind during a few experiments before, but to have his memory messed with... it's far more disconcerting than even he wants to admit. Add in everything else that happened, and you've got one broody former terrorist leader who can't even take out his unhappiness in the Battle Dome due to that damn virus.
So he opts to express himself in another way that's familiar to him, one that doesn't require any physical exertion. Something tells him that he's not the only one feeling this way right now...
When the journal entry begins, the camera is covered, obscuring its owner. All there is is a song playing over the journals, letting the music and the lyrics speak for themselves.
But that isn't all. Once it finishes playing, a written message will appear in a neat and practiced hand.]
There is a universal constant among this world and every other. The world will always force a choice on those within it: either to sit quietly by and be selected out, or to adapt and change. Those are the only two paths that can be chosen.
Our opponents made a fatal mistake when they expected us to choose the former. They underestimated our desire to survive, and that proved to be their undoing. We rose to the challenge, and we survived. And we will keep on surviving, no matter what they may try to send at us. We won't roll over and play dead the way they expect us to.
Well done, Luceti. You should be proud.
So he opts to express himself in another way that's familiar to him, one that doesn't require any physical exertion. Something tells him that he's not the only one feeling this way right now...
When the journal entry begins, the camera is covered, obscuring its owner. All there is is a song playing over the journals, letting the music and the lyrics speak for themselves.
But that isn't all. Once it finishes playing, a written message will appear in a neat and practiced hand.]
There is a universal constant among this world and every other. The world will always force a choice on those within it: either to sit quietly by and be selected out, or to adapt and change. Those are the only two paths that can be chosen.
Our opponents made a fatal mistake when they expected us to choose the former. They underestimated our desire to survive, and that proved to be their undoing. We rose to the challenge, and we survived. And we will keep on surviving, no matter what they may try to send at us. We won't roll over and play dead the way they expect us to.
Well done, Luceti. You should be proud.
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Seemed stupid to be honest. To put something like this up and congratulate everyone on a goal that isn't that hard to achieve. He kind of just wants to laugh at it. Be bitter for once because- Luceti almost gave him something happy. Only to find out that it was just some plot to make them all little slaves for another party. So, instead of just cheerfully asking, putting on that falsified air of cheerfulness, he'll just write-anonymously.]
Seems kind of pointless to say you're all proud of everyone when surviving here is easy. Getting yourself killed is the hard part.
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anon written; god I know this super late and feel free to drop but im so sorry
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No [lies] I just think why would someone want to go and die if they're only doing it to be praised? It Seems kind of pointless in the end.
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[Could he honestly pull the Martyr card for glory? Probably not. He wanted to be around to hear it. And dying scares him too much, even if it's not permanent.]
Wonder if that's also a reason the cultists are so willing to just throw their lives at people. Other than the obvious of wanting to wipe all life out.
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anon written; I'm sorry it was too perfect. I'll edit if you have problems with this
[oh the Iron E]And even then that wouldn't be the most comfortable thought.