A progression or not
When I was a child, the only concern I had was a fear of lonliness I would play games with my imaginary friends and pretend all day long.
Thomas sat in his room, his father left him home again today Thomas wasn’t sure what to do today. He had read all the books played all the games he could. He did everything he was allowed to do, which was practically anything that kept him inside. It didn’t bother him but he felt something missing there. He never understood why he was sad but he knew he was. No Thomas stop thinking about that, there’s got to be more games more puzzles something else we haven’t seen in this house….
I wonder what’s in the basement…
When I got older I realized those imaginations would fade so I built my own friends artificial and cold and made the world a game.
The Hacker laughed as he put up a new post on the BBS. You didn’t come into his playground unless he let you and this person had not only came into his place uninvited he also challenged him. This game was his game and everywhere that he went within this house was his game board. For some reason however things got boring, he got tired of doing the same tricks over and over again. He needed a new challenge a new game….
How about that bank…
When the world showed that it couldn’t always be a game that pain would be introduced I made myself hardened forcing all away hurting those that tried to get close.
Solice screamed against his own will. They would survive, those that tried against them would die. He wouldn’t be at the mercy of anyone not the Banishers, not the Mages, not the Seers. Those that tried to close in on him merely were there to make him weaker. Dell caused him to be protective and made him uncomfortable, Verdhandi made him always feel young and helpless, His Mother gave him feelings of doubt and insecurity. No one could come close, no one should come close. That was the fate of those who traveled down this path.
Now who to start with…
When I had realized my own weakness and flaws I attempted to correct them.
Solaris woke up from his meditation, more and more he started doing this to calm down… it didn’t always work but it helped. He read his email and frowned… “Another fight?” He was sick of fighting one group always seemed to act superior to another for one reason or another. They made an action that one group liked or hated. That group retaliates and so on and so forth. More fights and more pain. He knew that running away wasn’t the awnser anymore he needed to dive in. He smiled at the unusual concept of having to fight just to stop those from fighting. “How Mysterium of me” he thought already feeling the unapproving glares he would get from getting involved like he does. “None the less I refuse to allow that suffering again. I don’t care how I repent for my sins I will not allow any I can save to suffer.”
Where does my path lead…