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liquidation) wrote2012-09-30 09:40 pm
liquidation) wrote2012-09-30 09:40 pm
002 | In which Liquid is banned from Sprout Tower for life | Video/Action for Violet
[When the vid feed turns on, it shows Liquid standing against the vast blue of the sky, statuesque and impassively looking outwards, as though he was a king surveying his domain. There is strength in the line of his shoulders and the set of his jaw. This has clearly been staged, because no one looks like this without careful planning and a keen sense of melodrama. Anyone who knows this guy and what he's like should be running for the hills right now, because every single inch of this is screaming I'M GOING TO RANT AT YOU UNTIL YOU LIKE IT.]
If there is anything that I have learned in my life, it is that all creatures endeavor to thrive. Life itself is the constant struggle against all the forces that would seek to extinguish it. All creatures, from the smallest to the greatest, abide by this principle-- even humanity.
[If you're still here, you are either brave or stupid.]
In the course of this, it is inevitable that conflict would arise. Friction between those who would strive for the same goals. There are only so many resources, after all, and there are so many who would wish to possess them. It is immaterial whether that resource is food, energy, or dominance-- there is only so much to go around. Only those with the will to take them will prevail.
[Liquid being some kind of stupid Nietzsche wanna-be social Darwinist is hardly surprising.]
War is this struggle at a macroscopic level.
[Is everyone taking notes? There will be a test. Everyone take out your notebooks and start taking down everything Professor British McDipshit says.]
But here, this principle is violated. There are petty criminal undertakings and minor disturbances, but there has been no war. In a world where every creature is a walking weapon, instead of being used in combat, they are treated as pets. This is a world that is innocent of the true nature of warfare-- it merely plays out the simulacrum of it with its glorified dogfighting. Like children playing with toy guns, it is unaware and uncomprehending of what it mimics.
[He smirked, and there was something feral about the set of his teeth.] I think it is high time that this innocence be lost. I think it is time to show this place the true meaning of--
[There was a brown and white blur, a squawk, a yell, and Liquid got nailed in the face by a passing Pidgey. The 'gear that was recording this fell, as did Liquid, and-- wow holy shit he was high up. Looks like he was taking the fast way down from Sprout Tower.]
If there is anything that I have learned in my life, it is that all creatures endeavor to thrive. Life itself is the constant struggle against all the forces that would seek to extinguish it. All creatures, from the smallest to the greatest, abide by this principle-- even humanity.
[If you're still here, you are either brave or stupid.]
In the course of this, it is inevitable that conflict would arise. Friction between those who would strive for the same goals. There are only so many resources, after all, and there are so many who would wish to possess them. It is immaterial whether that resource is food, energy, or dominance-- there is only so much to go around. Only those with the will to take them will prevail.
[Liquid being some kind of stupid Nietzsche wanna-be social Darwinist is hardly surprising.]
War is this struggle at a macroscopic level.
[Is everyone taking notes? There will be a test. Everyone take out your notebooks and start taking down everything Professor British McDipshit says.]
But here, this principle is violated. There are petty criminal undertakings and minor disturbances, but there has been no war. In a world where every creature is a walking weapon, instead of being used in combat, they are treated as pets. This is a world that is innocent of the true nature of warfare-- it merely plays out the simulacrum of it with its glorified dogfighting. Like children playing with toy guns, it is unaware and uncomprehending of what it mimics.
[He smirked, and there was something feral about the set of his teeth.] I think it is high time that this innocence be lost. I think it is time to show this place the true meaning of--
[There was a brown and white blur, a squawk, a yell, and Liquid got nailed in the face by a passing Pidgey. The 'gear that was recording this fell, as did Liquid, and-- wow holy shit he was high up. Looks like he was taking the fast way down from Sprout Tower.]
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