R.I.P. - Reality Is Propoganda (Lucas)
Welcome to hell. Well, what were you expecting? The devil tossing you into
a lake of fire? Charon rowing you across the river Styx? Anubus leading you
to have your life weighed on the scales?
Perhaps in other times, in other lives. This hell, is only emptiness.
Total isolation from life, from love, from a sense of being. You meet an
occasional other being, but they are too insane to be of any comfort. They
just foreshadow what you are to become. You see, when you have no reality
to live in, you are forced to create your own. Still, I am lucky that I
have no sanity to lose.
How long have I been here? A day? two days? A week? A year? There is
no concept of time here. Time is a relative concept anyway, at least for
me.
I have been for all time. I shall continue to be for all time. I was there
when the world was destroyed by water. I was there when Arthur pulled
Excalibur from its stone prison. I was there when the Romans conquered the
world. I was there when the world conquered the Romans.
I heard "Vive la France!" as it rang out through the streets of Paris. I
smelled the smoke during the March to the Sea. I tasted the blood the
Crusaders spilled. I feasted upon it! Napoleon, Genghis, Ivan, Attila,
Nero...thanks for the business.
Humans are so arrogant. They think they are great and invincible because
they have life. The fools. The 'reality' that is their lives is just
propoganda to make them feel better about themselves before they come to
terms with me. You see, one can cheat, fear, worship, hide from, or gamble
with me, but one can never escape me.
Ah, what is this? It appears a light is piercing this darkness...
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