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I think Christ on a horse would probably lead to some bruised Roman egos, for that matter.

Christ on a horse, some people have an easily bruised ego.

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Assassination is such an unpleasant word. An Assamite I employ thinks the corporate machine is funny, and thus offered up the phrase "precision removal of elements problematic to operational and organizational stability." Wise-ass.

[hannibal-essex]

Interesting. My activities were mostly behind the scenes. Keeping their more overt displays out of the press, and so on. ((And that's my last for the night. The Hideyori needs sleep.))

  I wonder why.

[hannibal-essex]

Indeed, it is. Very effective, easy to get caught up in, and even easier to miss the true intent behind it.

  I wonder why.

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Robs them of identity, I'd expect. Easier to rally the troops against the 'hated Antediluvian(s)' rather than something with a name.

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Very. The sociologist in me finds it particularly interesting that they strip the traditional names from all of the progenitors ('Gangrel progenitor' in place of, if I remember correctly, Ennoia, for example)

[hannibal-essex]

Mm. Something of a holdover from my days before half the clan wanted to hurl me into the sun. The Fiends and the Keepers (especially those in the Sabbat) have a tendency to refer to their progenitors as The Eldest, and the King of Shadows, respectively, rather than with the term Antediluvian.

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I doubt the King of Shadows was ever anything that remotely resembled helpful. Then again, something something Antediluvians, alien and unknowable methods, I suppose.

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Incomplete and cryptic sentences, mostly. Something something, Lasombra's...victory, or desire or something, something something slays light, something something black as sackcloth. So we've got a sign of Gehenna (if one believes in such things), reference to an Abyss ritual, and something straight out of Revelations. I think my progenitor is partly mocking my choice of faith.

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I have powers to enter and leave it, but the thing...the place, has its own which far outstrip mine. I could swear my progenitor is....part of it, which...might actually explain the nagging in the back of my head. ...Well, fuck.

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I'd rather not find out on the receiving end, myself. Though I suppose blotting out the sun *would* have its uses...

I don’t think this is normal, but I keep hearing this nagging voice in the back of my head telling me I should stop slacking off and learn the thing that blots out the sun. I gotta stop going into the Abyss. Nietzsche didn’t know how…

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I'd imagine not. Tales tell of high-level manifestations of my clan's signature power that involve locking an individual in the place. Tales that have even less evidence speak of this lasting until sunlight touches the spot, which, if true, and done underground...Death seems more humane.

I don’t think this is normal, but I keep hearing this nagging voice in the back of my head telling me I should stop slacking off and learn the thing that blots out the sun. I gotta stop going into the Abyss. Nietzsche didn’t know how...

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Getting in is easy enough. Staying in, or staying safe inside, that's the difficult part. The place is almost alive, and in my early days of walking it, would sometimes get spat out in a random dark place in Chicago.

(Clever Pop Culture Reference As Post Title, Fuck It, I Don't Know)

I don’t think this is normal, but I keep hearing this nagging voice in the back of my head telling me I should stop slacking off and learn the thing that blots out the sun. I gotta stop going into the Abyss. Nietzsche didn’t know how right he was, especially when, far from staring into it, one jumps in.

[hannibal-essex]

(Clever Pop Culture Reference As Post Title, Fuck It, I Don't Know)

I don't think this is normal, but I keep hearing this nagging voice in the back of my head telling me I should stop slacking off and learn the thing that blots out the sun. I gotta stop going into the Abyss. Nietzsche didn't know how right he was, especially when, far from staring into it, one jumps in.

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"what's your sexual orientation"

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Being a self-righteous dick, I tend to judge, despite that being God's purview.

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A much nicer verbiage than I would use. I'd call them a bunch of self-righteous, eviler-than-thou dicks with sticks up their ass that rival the Ventrue's.