Re: Anarchy Nomic
09-22-2011, 06:31 AM
Ennui was a rare feeling for The Anarchist.
Over the course of many eternities of time, he had found many ways to be true to his namesake. His record for sowing discord was unmatched. He had seen countless societies throw away their rules and live as feral, disunited entities, existing only in terms of raw strength. He had seen more than a few deliberately tampered-with universal constants and the utter chaos that ensued-- planets straying from their orbits and rapidly falling apart as the gravity that kept them in a semblance of order loosened, atoms flying apart as electrons no longer maintained their orbits around nuclei, universes colliding, the very fabric of space and time altered to bewilder the inhabitants of countless universes, and so much more. He had experienced many lifetimes of destruction and collapse and felt as though there were no more possibilities to exhaust.
He paced along the barren pocket dimension he called home, examining some of the collected memorabilia he had gathered after he had inflicted his damage. He almost mustered a smile, thinking about how many unique ways he had found of subverting the law and regularity others depended on. As he stood, he gazed out into an empty void-- something his domain had plenty of among the ruined edifices and testaments to collapse.
Had he really exhausted all possibilities? Surely there was more than just instigating chaos. Perhaps he needed to put his mind towards a constructive endeavor?
The Anarchist laughed. Such thoughts were folly. At the same time, there was some merit to the thought that possibilities remained untouched.
He had always chosen to look at the big picture. But what if he didnât? What if he started small? Perhaps if he were to just start with eight select individuals, plucked from the a multitude of universes, and force them to engage first-hand in the destruction of the conventions and agreements they held dear. Force them to kill one another-- a little violence was always a delight-- through a variety of locales, until one remained, undoubtedly scarred beyond measure by the experience. The very act of ripping them from their homes would surely incite chaos, not to mention whatever damage occurred in the locales they visited.
Yes. This will do. This will be a fitting legacy to leave. Not to engage in chaos directly, but rather to force others to do so. Some would perhaps enjoy the task theyâve been assigned, others might be less inclined, but the end result would be the same. He would give one last tumultuous sundering of civilization, of order, of the structure others took for granted.
The Anarchist cracked his knuckles and waved a hand, sweeping aside assorted objects to make room. He was about to begin what could be described as an Unorganized Aggression.
Over the course of many eternities of time, he had found many ways to be true to his namesake. His record for sowing discord was unmatched. He had seen countless societies throw away their rules and live as feral, disunited entities, existing only in terms of raw strength. He had seen more than a few deliberately tampered-with universal constants and the utter chaos that ensued-- planets straying from their orbits and rapidly falling apart as the gravity that kept them in a semblance of order loosened, atoms flying apart as electrons no longer maintained their orbits around nuclei, universes colliding, the very fabric of space and time altered to bewilder the inhabitants of countless universes, and so much more. He had experienced many lifetimes of destruction and collapse and felt as though there were no more possibilities to exhaust.
He paced along the barren pocket dimension he called home, examining some of the collected memorabilia he had gathered after he had inflicted his damage. He almost mustered a smile, thinking about how many unique ways he had found of subverting the law and regularity others depended on. As he stood, he gazed out into an empty void-- something his domain had plenty of among the ruined edifices and testaments to collapse.
Had he really exhausted all possibilities? Surely there was more than just instigating chaos. Perhaps he needed to put his mind towards a constructive endeavor?
The Anarchist laughed. Such thoughts were folly. At the same time, there was some merit to the thought that possibilities remained untouched.
He had always chosen to look at the big picture. But what if he didnât? What if he started small? Perhaps if he were to just start with eight select individuals, plucked from the a multitude of universes, and force them to engage first-hand in the destruction of the conventions and agreements they held dear. Force them to kill one another-- a little violence was always a delight-- through a variety of locales, until one remained, undoubtedly scarred beyond measure by the experience. The very act of ripping them from their homes would surely incite chaos, not to mention whatever damage occurred in the locales they visited.
Yes. This will do. This will be a fitting legacy to leave. Not to engage in chaos directly, but rather to force others to do so. Some would perhaps enjoy the task theyâve been assigned, others might be less inclined, but the end result would be the same. He would give one last tumultuous sundering of civilization, of order, of the structure others took for granted.
The Anarchist cracked his knuckles and waved a hand, sweeping aside assorted objects to make room. He was about to begin what could be described as an Unorganized Aggression.
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