Re: Battle Royale! Final Round: Chaos Conservatory
07-19-2010, 07:20 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
As Whit wandered the halls, his spinning mind briefly touched upon the question: "Why?"
That single question branched out in his consciousness, becoming longer, more complete ideas.
Why did he turn out the way he was?
Why did he come, in the first place?
why was he so confident?
why was he so bored?
Why couldn't he trust his god?
why did he want to wish for something so empty?
Before this game had started, he hadn't even thought of most of those questions, let alone the answers. Even as he had conceptualized them for the first times, he still was unsure at best. But now, the answers were so clear- they were all rooted to a single, simple fact, that had proven itself over and over; he was infallible.
Because he was infallible, He admired no one, for no one was greater than he.
In that way, he grew into a being without influences.
Because he was infallible, he welcomed the challenge, to find out his limits.
He wanted to see, in the scope of everything, where exactly he stood.
Because he was infallible, He feared nothing this game had to offer.
The players had barely injured him, and had not even scratched his poise.
Because he was infallible, his reason to play, for the sake of challenge, had quickly dissipated.
At a certain point, he found himself just waiting to win.
Because he was so, absolutely infallible, he was suspicious that there could have been something else guiding his life.
Even if it were just a little, the very idea of alterations to his own luck made his flesh crawl.
Because he there was no way he could fail, there was nothing else worth wishing for.
Anything else, he could easily exert himself to gain.
Whit's wish was something beyond the reach of his human hands- but the very fact that he could attain the wish meant that he could easily transcend human limits.
Thoroughly answered, the questions inside his mind was annihilated, leaving a perfect mental silence.
As Whit wandered the halls, his spinning mind briefly touched upon the question: "Why?"
That single question branched out in his consciousness, becoming longer, more complete ideas.
Why did he turn out the way he was?
Why did he come, in the first place?
why was he so confident?
why was he so bored?
Why couldn't he trust his god?
why did he want to wish for something so empty?
Before this game had started, he hadn't even thought of most of those questions, let alone the answers. Even as he had conceptualized them for the first times, he still was unsure at best. But now, the answers were so clear- they were all rooted to a single, simple fact, that had proven itself over and over; he was infallible.
Because he was infallible, He admired no one, for no one was greater than he.
In that way, he grew into a being without influences.
Because he was infallible, he welcomed the challenge, to find out his limits.
He wanted to see, in the scope of everything, where exactly he stood.
Because he was infallible, He feared nothing this game had to offer.
The players had barely injured him, and had not even scratched his poise.
Because he was infallible, his reason to play, for the sake of challenge, had quickly dissipated.
At a certain point, he found himself just waiting to win.
Because he was so, absolutely infallible, he was suspicious that there could have been something else guiding his life.
Even if it were just a little, the very idea of alterations to his own luck made his flesh crawl.
Because he there was no way he could fail, there was nothing else worth wishing for.
Anything else, he could easily exert himself to gain.
Whit's wish was something beyond the reach of his human hands- but the very fact that he could attain the wish meant that he could easily transcend human limits.
Thoroughly answered, the questions inside his mind was annihilated, leaving a perfect mental silence.