I am your rightful king; the God you shall all kneel before.
But I am bored; this realm seems to have little entertainment for one such as myself, so I shall make do by listening to your pathetic Midgardian squabblings. So come forth, humor me; ask me what you wish and we shall see if I deem it worthy a response.
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M!A Killing with Love (you're in love with the last person you tried to kill): Piper Parker
shooting yourself? REALLY little girl? Hardly the answer for when people fight. Then again, one less pest to deal with so shoot away!
… Wrong kind of shots, genius.
That’s the kind of shot I’m referring to.
And you expect me to know and care for your Midgardian terms?
Here you mad me with my hopes up. Alas it seems I will have to deal with you for another day.
A those regiems have fallen. That is why I offer a new path; one with less liabilities. For it shall be those few seeds that shall lull them; they shall be the doses that excites them: that push and pull the shells. Giving the masses the dose shall induce chaos; they shall all wish to think, wish to rise.
And your plan, though clever, forgets that they were empty to begin with. With your so cleverly devised plan you do not realize that while some will rise, shall take the slogan and carry it on as faithful subjects; others shall simply revert. And that distance; that imbalance and contrast shall create the choas I have no wish to deal with. They will fight themselves; one, already superior wanting more as they look at the lesser beings, and the other; the lesser, wantng to be on par with those that stand above.
If you have but a few then they shall spread it- slowly yes, but surely. For even the tiniest spark can has the potential to cause a wildfire. It shall seep though every sentence, every view they speak, and every conversation they have. And if they become a risk- if they become a risk their own people shall believe them mad; a delusional broken shell that has no ground. They shall eradicate it without me so much as having to lift a finger.
The key is in which individuals for which to plant the seeds- the poisons that shall start it all.
Goodness for thinking so lowly of mortals, you sure manage to overestimate them! It would take much more than motivation to make them truly think. No, most feeble human minds appear to be ‘out of order’ and beyond repair, for they are never used. We don’t need to, our society goes against it, using your head just causes trouble. And that, by now, is a basic instinct rooted deep into their subconscious, something they cannot rid themselves of. It flows in Midgardian veins… For as easy as it is to bend it to one’s will with just a word, it would actually take a lot more than a subtle message to ignite a spark of actual active thinking in a human mind…believe me.
I know I’ve tried.
You contradict yourself, for if you only give the seed to some, the contrast and imbalance will be even greater. While I can see that bearers of the first message would work very well as stable posts of the idea to control the masses, I do believe that you do not take into account how much Midgardians rely on their society. They cannot be calculated as completely empty in regards of social status, so while their striving would be proportional, they would have different positions to begin with. You would have to reset the regime before even executing it to create a perfectly stable situation, the classes of our system are horrid. An alternative would be dividing by classes and creating waves of a movement, but that is a rather vague route to take. I do believe more consideration is needed of how to work with the flawed system already in place.
I… Ye gods. I cannot find fault in your last statements, as much as I’d like to. Your mind is naught but awe-inspiring. Indeed they would have to be chosen carefully, for the seeds should neither dig deep roots into the earth nor lose their ground; they must grow and spread, yet never reach true blossom.
I dont not overestimate- you merely misunderstand. The masses need not truly think to become a hindrance- even a slight inclination could become a potential uproar. And as I have said, I have no wish to deal with such unnecessary dishevel if it can be so easily avoided. For if those shells become full, that is where problems arrise. And as you have stated, I need only make them believe they have thought. For it is through that which is so deeply engraved in their blood and minds that shall use as my weapon. I shall make my poison seep through that structure. Through their minsets and cognitive processes. If it is those in power they believe to be the thinkers, it is those in power who shall become my thinkers.
And by this it shall not be imbalanced; for the seeds shall be those your society considers its leaders: their words shall spread, shall grow, and shall pollute. Then they, the seeders, shall die. The imbalance will be cured, for such ideas are what are expected from the heads of this realm’s societies. There shall not be uproars for they were already the ones who the masses looked to for a path. The posts, though literally gone, shall still stand figuratively. Any who would be a threat shall have long since turned to ash. And the dishevel I speak of is one of mind, not status. For the lesser shall wish to think more within your guide- in this they shall feel the pollution through the status they already have. They shall know what intelligence is granted to them; they shall not fight for more.
Aye, and it is for that reason I shall use those of power: their words spread fastest; they are the most accepted. And yet, as time edges on they become forgotten. Their ideas are passed; indulged and perfected. Yet they are gone.
Then excuse my misunderstanding, but I cannot see humans becoming a threat that easily. They cannot even think of filling themselves in the first place, let alone actually do such. Except for a select few, maybe. But for the general masses, you can show them the opportunities, shove it straight into their face - they will notice, but not truly see. Indeed to fool themselves, they only need to believe in their own consciousness -I believe they are not conscious as long as they refuse to wake their mind- , which should be the easiest task. The ego of the human race knows no bounds.. they believe that being a more ‘sentient’ type of being automatically makes them think, that they have nothing to do to reach such status. Making them assume they are thinking would but reassure them in their view and cause them to grow even blinder. Hm. The more you talk of them -us-, the more they— we sound like cattle..but then what is everybody if not cattle for those superior? How sad. Eheh, I like that.. The sole power of that statement laid on the word ‘my’, not ‘thinkers’.
Aah but that again sounds like a lack of understanding for human society. If you choose only leaders to spread your cause, it will fail. Leaders cannot relate to those of lower position and those of lower position would not that easily agree with the ones above them. Don’t take that as a rare case of thinking though, they’d just disagree because they can. Most of those that still stand for something now, even that their time has passed, came from the lowest of ranks to shine brilliantly. I do not know why, but they just seem more honorable.. another tick of the human mind, if you will. Of course, if appealed to correctly, many will attempt to follow such steps and I have no doubts that if their climb would receive a little help, it could be quickened drastically.
Yet you speak truth with most of your words. How easily they will fade away, never to know what they have done.
But it is by the very facts that you mention, that “those that stand for something still came from below” that allows my plan to work- you claim that the mindless masses will not follow leaders, and that leaders will not understand those below. Yet the leaders I have in mind are these so called “examples”; the ones that still have meaning, the ones that voices still echo in the empty minds of the masses. The others are but pawns; for those born into power that do not truly know its worth. They are of no use. For the masses do not listen to them as it is. But the “leaders” who rose through the ranks are, as you say, heros. And their ideas will stay. Their ideas will be morphed by my poison and spread. Others shall follow their footsteps, taking up the mantle but changing it slightly as next generations always do. But these changes will be by my design; for the poison will be what created them. The path of this world and its populous shall be entirely riding on my strings- like little puppets in a show.
And it is this mindless concept of thinking that shall allow the masses to follow: You do not believe them a threat because you have not seen the beings as I have. Mention a tragedy and your people explode; they fear things irrationally, thinking they are just. They start wars and create the most horrific scenes “in the name of their own preservation”. They slaughter each other in troves. Why? because their empty minds fill with hot air. As you have said, their egos bring them to believe they are just when their minds cannot process what they are doing- I never claimed that it was thought that filled them. No, their pitiful minds fill themselves with anything but thought. Then a leader comes forth, offerign salvation. His mind has had a spark- not much, but enough to disipate some gas. And he comes with an idea that the masses follow without question. They come to believe that he has allowed them to think- given them reason and ideas that can over come their present situation. They will believe themselves to be on pare with the leder because “he was once one of them”. Their ego’s will be sated, yet their minds numb as always.
Now tell me, what should happen if I then make this “leader” mine? Use the chaos I have inflicted as a means to excite that air? Then plant my little seeds within the thickest, most desperate areas? Tell me, what do you believe will happen?
A plan shall enter fruition.
He sat watching the stars, eyes counting them like the ticking of a clock. The week had come and passed; the darkness marked the appointed date.
She should be arriving soon.
He had, despite his want to anger her by not listening, watched “the Lion King”- a pointless animated tale involving cats. What that could possibly have to do with anything she had planned he had no idea, but it had killed time. It had also left a disgusted feeling in his mouth, but he blamed the pointlessness of the film and its pathetic message. There was no other explination.
But none the less, he had watched it and now he sat with glee- for he knew how this night would end; with inexplicable pleasure. For he would win and the brave, idiotic, girl would loose.
A dark, toothy grin light up his face.