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Public News Post #18093

In response to Gorlasintan

Written by: Ovid
Date: Wednesday, April 15th, 2009
Addressed to: The City of Mhaldor


In a world where man's natural inclination is towards Evil, it is no
surprise that the stench of it envelops us. We are all created the same:
frail and weak. We are thrust into a world we cannot possibly understand
and told only to survive. We are certain of very few things, but one
thing is chief amongst them all: hunger.

We are -- all of us -- consumed by Evil.

Most men float amidst the debris of this world, content to be a morsel
in the stomach of Evil. Many fail to ask, "Why do I feel this insidious
and acidic touch caressing me in all I do?" They are happy to spend
their lives being digested, broken down and reduced by this environment.

I am not one of these men, Gorlasintan. I will not be broken down. I am
not a thoughtless scrap to be digested within the belly of Evil.

I am the worm in your gut.

I am that irksome sensation that you can never be "full". I am that
dull, aching pain inside that reminds you at all times that your efforts
will always fall short. You will always be left wanting.

I am accustomed to a very narrow view of the world. I find pleasure only
in sinking my pinhooks into the flesh of your culture and feeding upon
the elements of it that would seek to subjugate men. When night falls, I
rest satisfied.

I am that worm.

With every accomplishment you claim, I grow. Every time you take action,
I am strengthened. With your very movement, I become more and you become
less. Soon there will come a point where you will be more me than
yourselves. You will have been consumed entirely.

On that day you will seek to be rid of me and will be left with little
more than a burst gut and a hunger -- as you lay dying -- that cannot be
satiated.

As I said, Gorlasintan, I am a creature with a very narrow field of
vision.

And you are squarely within it.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Valnuary, in the year 506 AF.


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Public News Post #18093

In response to Gorlasintan

Written by: Ovid
Date: Wednesday, April 15th, 2009
Addressed to: The City of Mhaldor


In a world where man's natural inclination is towards Evil, it is no
surprise that the stench of it envelops us. We are all created the same:
frail and weak. We are thrust into a world we cannot possibly understand
and told only to survive. We are certain of very few things, but one
thing is chief amongst them all: hunger.

We are -- all of us -- consumed by Evil.

Most men float amidst the debris of this world, content to be a morsel
in the stomach of Evil. Many fail to ask, "Why do I feel this insidious
and acidic touch caressing me in all I do?" They are happy to spend
their lives being digested, broken down and reduced by this environment.

I am not one of these men, Gorlasintan. I will not be broken down. I am
not a thoughtless scrap to be digested within the belly of Evil.

I am the worm in your gut.

I am that irksome sensation that you can never be "full". I am that
dull, aching pain inside that reminds you at all times that your efforts
will always fall short. You will always be left wanting.

I am accustomed to a very narrow view of the world. I find pleasure only
in sinking my pinhooks into the flesh of your culture and feeding upon
the elements of it that would seek to subjugate men. When night falls, I
rest satisfied.

I am that worm.

With every accomplishment you claim, I grow. Every time you take action,
I am strengthened. With your very movement, I become more and you become
less. Soon there will come a point where you will be more me than
yourselves. You will have been consumed entirely.

On that day you will seek to be rid of me and will be left with little
more than a burst gut and a hunger -- as you lay dying -- that cannot be
satiated.

As I said, Gorlasintan, I am a creature with a very narrow field of
vision.

And you are squarely within it.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Valnuary, in the year 506 AF.


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