Post by microfarad on Sept 11, 2010 15:04:33 GMT
His life, his purpose, had been reduced to escape. A single white light at the end of the tunnel, illustrious in its beautiful freedom, shone within his mind. He couldn’t tell which way was up, which way was down. He had withdrawn to his mind. He no longer trusted himself. The tree of his ideals, from which he had fell, was consumed in flames. Reality was finally sharper, but the contrast made it monochrome. Details of his life were worn grooves in the brick of his being, insignificant, miniscule. He couldn’t affix his state to a frame of reference. It all went sideways.
Freedom and power were synonymous. Life was no longer a spectrum, but rather a circular gradient. Red, black, and gold filled his world. Reaching autonomy on the highest mountain or in the depths of the coldest stone was paramount.
It was at this juncture that VIROS began its subtle manipulations. The cards were laid down carefully; it’s easier to win if the other player doesn’t know the rules. While the Fallen soldier put the red queen on the black king, VIROS was content watching him play the wrong game. He was just another distracted little pawn in his grand game. But, like any pawn, he could be of great value, if only VIROS could clear his way to the other side of the board. So the pieces began to fall. The Fallen Soldier thought he was winning. He had manipulated his way into a position of authority, or so he thought. Among the ranks of the Nonja’s, he believed himself to be a man on the inside. But any pawn can be stained black.
Freedom and power were synonymous. Life was no longer a spectrum, but rather a circular gradient. Red, black, and gold filled his world. Reaching autonomy on the highest mountain or in the depths of the coldest stone was paramount.
Every object is a tool
Every variable a fool
Every piece is a sign
The puzzle of life divine
Life is a game of solitaire
Find joy in the open air
It takes only one to play
Every variable a fool
Every piece is a sign
The puzzle of life divine
Life is a game of solitaire
Find joy in the open air
It takes only one to play
It was at this juncture that VIROS began its subtle manipulations. The cards were laid down carefully; it’s easier to win if the other player doesn’t know the rules. While the Fallen soldier put the red queen on the black king, VIROS was content watching him play the wrong game. He was just another distracted little pawn in his grand game. But, like any pawn, he could be of great value, if only VIROS could clear his way to the other side of the board. So the pieces began to fall. The Fallen Soldier thought he was winning. He had manipulated his way into a position of authority, or so he thought. Among the ranks of the Nonja’s, he believed himself to be a man on the inside. But any pawn can be stained black.