About SJ...

*appears with his coffee cup and a smoke * Nah Popcorn always makes me more thirsty and ruins the taste of my cigarettes, however Pizza would be nice.
 
*raises a brow slowly at Unholys request * I dunno darling, I was thinking pepperoni, pineapple, and extra sauce, so I guess we'll get a few pies around here. Also Madi in regards to those whips those were for administrational punishment for you editing a post that didn't break any of the community rules.
 
*tucks the matches into his pocket. Picks up the whips and gasoline in one hand, and tosses madi over his shoulder, and carries her into a private room, whilst whistling dixie*

A few moments later....

*after a series of viscious whip-cracking noises and a suspiciously flammable sounding 'FWOOSH!' SJ emerges, just finishing up the last verse to the song*

Now, mith, lets you and me have a little discussion.

I am not evil. Clearly, you are 'The Man'. You are the establishment. that means that you are the defacto embodiment of evil.

I just happen to be the only person here with a heart of gold. The problem is that my mind is a steel trap. That results in me doing things which are generally perceived as evil. However, the results of my actions are invariably 'good'.

I am the one who will break you apart, piece by piece. And in the process, I will be called the destroyer. I will be cursed, spit upon, and reviled by all peoples of the world.

But in the end, when my work is done, I shall step back. And from the rubble, you shall be rebuilt. And in the rebuilding, you shall be made better. Stronger. Faster. Wiser. You will evaluate how I was able to break you. And you will take precautions that such a fate does not happen again.

I am the vaccine against the disease. I train your immune system to recognize its own destruction and I teach you how to prevent it from happening. But the process is every bit as painful as if you were truly on your death bed, delerious with fever, vomiting up the bile that your failing organs can't process, and stinking with the stench of impending death.

Evil, you may call me. And Evil my actions are. But of all of the Angels in the service of God, The Fallen Angel is the one who does the most of God's work. If there was no Devil, the people would have no choice but to choose God. And that sort of faith is meaningless. True Faith cannot be planted in shallow soil. The roots will never go deep enough, unless they have to fight for every inch of soil they dig into.
 
SJ...?
.........Love you! ........

*Hides where she is now untouchable and fixes her burned fur while she plans her revenge upon both men*
 
Ah Madi.... Its cute that you think I cannot break you too, simply because I can't touch you...

Plot all you want.

But any plots you have to 'cure' me of my evil ways... well, thats the true evil. Because if you get rid of the vaccine, then everyone gets sick and dies.
 
Ahh I am the Governing body and thus I am evil, but I am a percieved good. How very entertaining, to kick over the ant hill in hopes it shall be rebuilt better, each time it is stepped upon. There is a cool sense of logic to that. However is not cooperation the only way for a community to thrive , a harmony between the governing body and the governed the only way a system can maintain order ? It is never the long term effects that are looked at My friend it is the short term that most ever pay attention to and thus a small evil action now is an evil action through out time, its end results remain tainted by the evil that formed them, and thus they are looked on with a reproachful gaze.

Similarly the path to hell is paved with good intentions.

On a side note I shall never spit upon you, that would take time away from drinking coffee and smoking.

*takes a drink of his coffee before looking at Madis Hiding spot* I didn't do anything other than leave the tools for ones punishment around and I am plotted against.......Oh well *grabs his trusty pillow and sits back waiting for the attack*
 
*Dons a pair of dark glasses and a long black coat. Slips on a pair of black leather gloves*

Now Mr SJ. I hear you've been criticising our benevolent leader. I am going to make you change your mind.

*Cracks his knuckles*
 
Lowthor, We allow the people to critize the regime, that way they think they have freedom, when in reality they are all my slaves Muhahahahahahaha *Coughs a bit then Jumps up and runs to the Reflection pool*
 
*sits back quietly* You know, in the oddest and craziestness of that post.
Sj made a hell of a lot of sense..

That's just creepy. That he can "actually" make sense LOL
Just kidding!(Mio comrade mr Sj!)
 
I always make sense. Unless I'm making scents. I just never had enough sense to figure out how to turn that into a way to make cents.
 
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