I am old, I am young. I am the world of Relois and Relois exists for me. I live to press her forward, ever forward, towards perfection and beyond. She is my footstool, my fodder, my aid in my evolution to perfection, and through me, to reach perfection herself.
As a part of Relois, you exist to serve me in my quest. You have no hopes but the perfection of Relois. You have no dreams but the perfection of Relois. You have no life apart from the perfection of Relois. You exist to serve me in my quest.
I call on the progressive powers of the worlds to come forth and join me. Speak your minds here, open your world to me, that I may perfect them as well.
I am Korluus. I am becoming a god.
You are becoming a god? Hehe, I know a god...he will be here soon.
ReplyDeleteKorluus, I should very much enjoy a stimulating discourse on leadership techniques. I find your methods most pleasing and admirable.
ReplyDeleteAt present, I am thoroughly plagued by a most disappointing son and a rather alarming daughter-in-law. Do you have any advice?
Finnias: Who is this god? He can become a part of me and I of him, and together we could drive each other forward. But who are you?
ReplyDeleteHaden: Leadership is for those too weak to wield power effectively. It is a crutch leaned upon by those benighted enough to believe the myth that personal rights exist and should be respected. There is only strength over weakness and the will to power. If your son and his witch do not represent progress in your own evolution, it is your duty to kill them before they can pollute your people further.
Korluus, as a representative of anarchy, I really have to say that you're fairly boring. And full of yourself. I think the Crugg creature and I should visit Relois- a little chaos would be good for you.
ReplyDeleteIsaac, I would say that your anarchy is my companion, the "yin to my yang" as I believe it is put on this world, but anarchy is weak, unfocused, anti-progressive. It may rule for a time, providing good service by exterminating the weak and the helpless, but then it succumbs to the overwhelming powers of evolution and order. As will you.
ReplyDeleteNot you again! Didn't Reep and I kick your butt already?
ReplyDeleteI suppose I'll have to be formal about this.
ReplyDeleteKorluus, Lord of Relois, I am Finnias Ghall. Herald of Atticus the Roman, God of the Gathering Night, King of the Unseen World, Lord of Life and Death, He Who Walks In Between. My master walks the earth unopposed for within him resides all power to bend the ways of man and beast and seed and star to his very whim. There is no end to great Atticus, his days are unnumbered upon the land. A cruel and capricious God is he who strides the land giving and taking upon his whim. Bow ye all to Atticus the Roman.
Ah. I should like to meet this god of yours. I feel that the struggle for supremacy between us would be potent indeed, but worth it I believe. Once I established dominance and absorbed his power, the stride forward towards perfection would be significant.
ReplyDeleteNo offense meant, dear little Finnias. I am simply projecting the inevitable outcome of natural law and irresistible evolution.
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ReplyDeleteThere is no irresistible evolution, no natural law, no force of earth. When faced with Atticus all you may do is cower and beg for worth.