#but again hes probably the only charscter ive got that has a weird thing goin on with martyrdom

[bingobongobonko]

Never have I seen a man so driven by money, power, and pure spite. To be as conceited as to tally your every action based on whether or not it serves you in the long run. To see the fellow man as chess pieces in your long game rather than individuals. To play along as if the cards dealt to you are better than or equal to that of a baron born into riches. (But you knew that. They told you from a young age. The cards are rigged).

You've found yourself indoctrinated into beliefs you loathe. You fear of the influence it has over you, and even more so, of the ways you haven't noticed. Your mannerisms, your way of speak, the way your eyes betray you in the dark. The way it clutches your mind and sinks in, skinning you alive and baring your flesh to the world. You're human, but you want to embody sacrilege. You want to be a Tower of Destruction, Chaos, and Change. But your methods are compromised. You fail to see it. But I do. They do.

The way you use yourself and the others as sacrifice to the greater cause, of sacrilege, where there isn't any. It is exactly what they expect.

Your devotion is not holy, not this kind. It's warped. Twisted. That is you. This has not changed.

Metamorphosis is not enough when it is the core that has rotted. The core, YOU, that has not changed. No amount of interactions, encounters, and partners, will let your wounds scab. It's fresh. Alive. You see it too, consuming you.

Nevertheless, your doctrines are to move forward, never look back, go, go, go, go, go, because taking a moment, laying your body to rest, that is the difference between you and everyone else. You worked to get here. You have rejected the cards and created your own. You are The Tower. You are Change. You are Sacrilege.

But honestly man, I'm gonna be real with you. How far will that take you? When the past is anchoring you, sinking all you've had with it. 'Cuz that is what that is. The vile and awful things you do, and the things you continue to do, all in the name of survival.

The World hasn't forgotten.

Don't let the door hit you on the way out, bozo.