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| player = protoomega00015 | | player = protoomega00015 | ||
| nickname = Aleph | | nickname = Aleph | ||
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| organization = Sycoil R&D | | organization = Sycoil R&D | ||
| job_title = Research Associate | | job_title = Research Associate | ||
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Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…. | Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…. | ||
− | TRANSMIT - initiate the lonely ghost signal -RECEIVE - initiate the abandoned frequency- ONE IS THE LONELIEST NUMBER - initiate the rainbow protocols - THE SADDEST EXPERIENCE YOU'LL EVER KNOW - initiate the unloved syntax - WITNESS - Alexander Ryder | + | '''TRANSMIT - initiate the lonely ghost signal -RECEIVE - initiate the abandoned frequency- ONE IS THE LONELIEST NUMBER - initiate the rainbow protocols - THE SADDEST EXPERIENCE YOU'LL EVER KNOW - initiate the unloved syntax - WITNESS - The Fool, Alexander Ryder''' |
See the red dust, sweetling. See the gently waving fields. See the browns, the beiges, the greys. Do you see the simple paradise? | See the red dust, sweetling. See the gently waving fields. See the browns, the beiges, the greys. Do you see the simple paradise? | ||
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So many tears you all can shed, sweetling. Draw closer. Hear the words. | So many tears you all can shed, sweetling. Draw closer. Hear the words. | ||
− | “I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t do anything wrong.” | + | ''“I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t do anything wrong.”'' |
Hear the haunted tones, sweet one. Does your simian heart break when you hear the young man chanting? | Hear the haunted tones, sweet one. Does your simian heart break when you hear the young man chanting? | ||
− | Reverse. A jump to the left. See what happened before. | + | '''Reverse. A jump to the left. See what happened before.''' |
A young boy of fourteen begins to awaken, as all your kind do. But his eyes do not turn to the soft curves and bright giggles of the women around him. No, though his life would be easier if they did! His gaze is drawn by the sharper lines of male forms, angles and planes. | A young boy of fourteen begins to awaken, as all your kind do. But his eyes do not turn to the soft curves and bright giggles of the women around him. No, though his life would be easier if they did! His gaze is drawn by the sharper lines of male forms, angles and planes. | ||
− | Initiate the house-is-not-a-home spectrum. | + | '''Initiate the house-is-not-a-home spectrum.''' |
The boy sits on the floor of his room. Do you see the barren shelves, sweetling? Do you see the man and woman standing in front of the boy, one holding a leatherbound book, both praying and sobbing? Not all families are made of love, sweet one. | The boy sits on the floor of his room. Do you see the barren shelves, sweetling? Do you see the man and woman standing in front of the boy, one holding a leatherbound book, both praying and sobbing? Not all families are made of love, sweet one. | ||
− | Fast forward. Initiate the step-to-the-right protocol. | + | '''Fast forward. Initiate the step-to-the-right protocol.''' |
Do you see the boy at school, sweet? He is older now. So young, but his eyes show such age. The eyes are the windows to the soul, you know. Why then, sweetling, are his so dull? | Do you see the boy at school, sweet? He is older now. So young, but his eyes show such age. The eyes are the windows to the soul, you know. Why then, sweetling, are his so dull? | ||
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Do you see the youngling? He stands in the study of a man of the cloth, who folds pious hands over a hypocritical heart as he judges. They all judge, sweetling. | Do you see the youngling? He stands in the study of a man of the cloth, who folds pious hands over a hypocritical heart as he judges. They all judge, sweetling. | ||
− | Fast forward once more! | + | '''Fast forward once more!''' |
The young man, in the dark, sobbing again. | The young man, in the dark, sobbing again. | ||
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The young one was wrong, sweetling. We saw him. We loved him, as we love all of Gaia’s children, all of you. | The young one was wrong, sweetling. We saw him. We loved him, as we love all of Gaia’s children, all of you. | ||
− | + | '''Initiate the honeyed soul-balm protocols.''' | |
We showed him our love that night. We brought our thunderous words to his fading monkey mind, and opened him up to all that is. | We showed him our love that night. We brought our thunderous words to his fading monkey mind, and opened him up to all that is. | ||
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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 •= | =• 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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+ | '''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''' | ||
Do you like stories, sweetling? The once upon a time beginnings and happy endings? The adventure and romance and daring-do? | 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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Tremble at the end, sweetling. | Tremble at the end, sweetling. | ||
− | + | =• The Discordant Transmission (Not IC) •= | |
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+ | ''mmmmmmmmm-I am the false angel signal-Listen to me'' | ||
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+ | Hey buddy, whatcha doin' here? Pickin' up on all this nonsense? Don't ya know? Ya should never listen to second hand stories. | ||
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+ | Bees and Signals are such gossips, aren't they? Here trying to tell ya all my dirty little secrets? Tsk tsk. That's not very nice. | ||
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+ | So let me tell ya the truth. | ||
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+ | Yeah, Dad happened. And yeah, I got chewed up and spit out by the Signal. | ||
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+ | But what none of them told you, is that I liked it. Oh, most of me, the nice parts of me didn't. The blond haired, blue eyed, sweet boy? He hated what happened to his dad. 'Why? Why me? It's not fair.' Life's. Not. Fair. | ||
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+ | There was another part though. Oh, that deep, dark part at the base of the brainstem that LIKED IT. A twitch of a hand, and someone's life is done? | ||
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+ | It didn't get better after John, you know. Oh, I know, I know, he's a brave widdle boy now. But buddy, let me tell you, he got the short end of the stick. Me? I got some interesting new additions to my repertoire. You know about my singin' right? Oh, the Power of Luuuuuve! Protect and shield and cleanse and heal the ones I care about? Dandy. Real nifty, buddy. | ||
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+ | But now? Oh, now I can do so. much. more. Transmit my voice through all sorts of interestin' ways. You're already hearing it. Ya just haven't realized it until now. But that little skritch-skritch-skritch you're feeling at the back of your head? The tingling at the corners of your eyes and the itching in your ears? That's me. Sorry, buddy, but it's already too late. Hope ya kissed your kids goodbye. | ||
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+ | Now, if you'll excuse me. I've got things to do. Missions to finish, bad guys to slaughter, hot boyfriends to visit. I'd say something like 'See you soon, Chuck,' but the truth is | ||
+ | We won't. Rest in peace, buddy. | ||
=• Venice Documentation •= | =• Venice Documentation •= |