BZZZZZTTTZTZTZZZZT!

[And the rattling of something metal hitting the ground and something fleshy at the same time.

Cecil inhales sharply. His communicator's decided to take revenge for him laughing at those getting shocked.]

Ridiculous.

I can see it now. Soon, the water will turn to blood, frogs, lice, flies, disease... boils...

Hail and fire.

Locusts, darkness... Someone else will have to die, of course.

[And there's a dry laugh.]

I think I'd prefer the bubonic plague.

[And it starts off with Cecil chuckling quietly. In the background, there's the soft sound of glass clanking against a hard surface, and a monster growls, but he's too busy snickering to care.]

All of these... so much... so... and the doctor too? This is rich!

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The nights... are long.

[His voice is soft and light, almost as if not talking to the communicator at all.]

Two moons...

Dark sky, moons lighting the sky, a soft bed. A blanket, for warmth.

Eyes closed, and you're swallowed, engulfed in a darkness you've grown used to calling 'sleep'.

I...

Each night is suffering. I am finished.

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You feel sad that you have failed.
Dive deep within.
You will feel that God's sadness
At your failure
Far surpasses your sadness.
Does it not console you?
It should and it must.

God's Sadness -Sri ChinmoyAnd yet, I wonder, is failure truly something so horrible? Those mistakes are things to learn from. Can God truly judge what is marked ( Read more... )