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− | =• Lore: Alex Ryder •= | + | =• Lore 1: The Fool, Alex Ryder •= |
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…. | Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…. | ||
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Frostbite kills. Don’t lose any toes, Chuck'' | Frostbite kills. Don’t lose any toes, Chuck'' | ||
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+ | =• Lore 2: The Fool, Reversed •= | ||
+ | TRANSMIT - initiate the corrupted heart signal -RECEIVE - initiate the charcoal frequency- MY SOUL IS BLACKENING - initiate the grayscale protocols - WHAT DO I SPY THROUGH FULLY OPEN EYES - initiate the upside-down syntax - WITNESS - The Fool, Reversed | ||
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+ | Do you like stories, sweetling? The once upon a time beginnings and happy endings? The adventure and romance and daring-do? | ||
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+ | Let us tell you a story, sweetling. It won’t have a happy ending. | ||
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+ | '''-Flip the Fool and start the tale!-''' | ||
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+ | Once upon a time, there was a broken-hearted boy. Mistreated, abandoned, unloved until one day a fairy godmother paid him a visit as he lay dying. | ||
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+ | Gaia is the fairy godmother, Sweetling. She gave him many gifts: She gave him strength to rend the lion. Many who loved him and whom he loved in return. A chance to help people. | ||
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+ | And so he lived. Not all days were happy days, but for his broken heart it was enough. | ||
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+ | And they lived happily ever after. Is that what you hoped for? | ||
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+ | No. This story isn’t over yet. | ||
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+ | '''-Initiate the Corruption syntax!-''' | ||
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+ | The boy went looking to prove himself, sweetling. You see, he was never able to see himself as others saw him. Where others saw a kind soul, someone who cared and was good and true, he saw only a person who was weak. Who couldn’t help the ones he loved. | ||
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+ | Love is weakness, sweetling. And mirrors tell such lies. | ||
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+ | So. The boy went to a red-red room, to prove himself against the terrible dragon therein. He brought his sword made of memories, and a shield made of the strong arm of his lover-protector. | ||
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+ | And the dragon ate him all up. Gobbled him into a filthy darkness we couldn’t see through. Our particle wings tore asunder when we tried to reach him. | ||
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+ | This is still not the end, though. You should worry sweetling. Be very afraid. | ||
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+ | Was it hours later? Days? Weeks? The dragon spat the boy out. He woke in the red-red heart and stumbled out of the room and back to his loves. The page became a knight victorious, and all the world was saved when he taught the dragon courage. | ||
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+ | But what is that strange and icy glint in his eye, sweet? What did he learn from the dragon? | ||
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+ | What happens when his card is reversed by fate? | ||
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+ | Tremble at the end, sweetling. | ||
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