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2/19/2013 5:21:41 AM
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Come forth, present thouself brother. I challenge thee to a duel!
Dost thou even hoist?
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I have not spoken to you. There was no need - is none. I speak to set the feet my of hearers upon the paths that I design for them, but your path has been mine from the first. You have been well bred to serve me, and all your choices conduce to my ends. To attain that which I have desired from you has been a paltry exercise, scarce requiring effort. When I am free you will accompany me, so that your present torment may be prolonged forever. I will gladly mark myself upon flesh such as yours.
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You wish for me to become your servant? At what cost? I do not want to become a soulless dolt who follows every command. I am a warrior, not a pet!
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You are already my chattel. You are a tool. A tool does not choose.
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Prove to me that I am yours. You know nothing of me besides my appearance and name. What use can you make out of a being like I? My form is quite scrawny compared to the rest of my kin.
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You have been chosen for this desecration. I am content.
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My body is not ready for such rituals, good sir. Shall we negotiate before I become mutilated by your so called "power"?
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Your delusions of freedom - febrile attempts to master a fate that no longer remains accessible to you - amuse me to no end, groveller. I shall not kill you. You give me better service in life.
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Prove to me that I am of worth to continue on. Also, I can simply draw the blade on myself to show that you have no control over this being!
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Fool! You have been my creature so long that it escapes you to reason other than in ways that please me. If you draw a blade, or cease to draw breath, it is all to my will.
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You still have failed to prove to me that I am your pet. Step forth my brother!
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You are impotent, groveller. In time the revelation of your vassalage will echo through your shattered delusions in enough proof for eternity. Then your torn soul will be ripe for my consumption.
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I am able to destroy myself, yet I am unable to pass away? You confuse me my lord.
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You can do nothing that does not ultimately serve me! I command the living and the dead! All is my rightful domain.
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Why have you not made use of me?
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Groveller, you serve me in this very moment, and feel it not. It cannot be otherwise. Continue to protest, to doubt, to question. Your feeble writhing is only for my benefit!
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I have done nothing to assist you. I have not wasted a single soul since birth. Can you not simply tell me what use I have?
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Edited by Elegiac: 2/20/2013 3:58:30 AMlol, this just keeps going!
