[X] Zatoichi
[X] Promise him GGO's SEED. [TRUTH]
[X] Promise him GGO's SEED. [TRUTH]
This is from the Seven Bullets Interlude and now really important.
This entire update is about both of us telling the truth and Lugh is...as he understands it. He's flipping things around, there Miller implies that Glowgen is working for Quinella and she wants their help killing Yui and here he tells us the exact opposite.
Wasn't the whole "Glowgen infiltrates the Underworld" part of a Yanai plot in canon? Here he might be in cahoots with Administrator.
He was trying to get Asuna and Sugou there too...
@afreaknamedpete you haven't addressed what my write-in would result in. Just want to make sure it won't have any unintended consequences.
I don't get you're not more suspicious of PHILEMON here. ETTEILLA at least has a consistent and comprehensive ideology while Phil just lies her ass off to justify any HEAVEN no matter how hypocritical she is.
Right, but ETTEILLA's consistent and comprehensive ideology is just this:
Right, but ETTEILLA's consistent and comprehensive ideology is just this:
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwVNuyfhF0Q
It's not hard to see why people might be put off by that.
End of the day, this isn't a good-and-evil conflict--it's barely even a lesser-evil-and-greater-evil conflict. It's two different kinds of devil, the tempter and the despairer.
Agreed.
If we're going to reveal ourselves as the Edge Punisher later ([Throw Your Mask Away] Action), this doesn't give us any advantage we can't get elsewhere.[X] Write-in: Insurance Policy
-Have Lugh inform Lievre the Edge Punisher is willing to talk, but ONLY to Lievre for now
Fundamentally this reads as an escapism conflict. PHILEMON is championing "The Comforting Falsehood" while ETTEILLA is backing "The Painful Reality". ETTEILLA is motivated by self interest and other bad reasons, but they're more in the right here than PHILEMON.End of the day, this isn't a good-and-evil conflict--it's barely even a lesser-evil-and-greater-evil conflict. It's two different kinds of devil, the tempter and the despairer.
If we're going to reveal ourselves as the Edge Punisher later ([Throw Your Mask Away] Action), this doesn't give us any advantage we can't get elsewhere.
The fate of man is evolution. To achieve enlightenment with yourself, then to seek the same in the world.
There is no fate. There is only what is.
Humanity seeks creation. Apocatastasis. An ever more perfect union. Once they were FOOLS, venturing forth with no end in sight, seeking naught but the next day and the challenges that await. But this meagre existence is not the end of Humanity's journey. For at the end of the unbeaten path lies the new WORLD. Ones forged by the hands of humanity itself.
Humanity seeks destruction. Apocalypse. It is all they have every known, all they have ever accomplished. They arise from CHAOS and they breed, kill, and suffer. There is no purpose. There is no answer. There is only the now, there is only this existence. True wisdom lies with the FOOL who laughs at the absurdity of this truth.
Mankind should bleed, kill and suffer.
This world of endless purgatory pleases me.
They call out for peace at the edge of a reaper's blade. They wander through the fog, seeking the comfortable lie. They pray before the grail, asking for safety and prosperity under to aegis of a careless god. And once, I too sought to change the world through such power. To harness belief, and in doing so, bring about the destruction your pathetic existences desired.
Is it not a story you have heard before?
At times the fears of humanity coalesce into a curse, a conceptual vision of destruction that spills from one world to the next. Such threats do not form within the span of a day. Generations of anxiety and fear, centuries of anger and hatred, they build and fester. They grow in strength and saturate the sea of souls with their screams, threatening to collapse the foundations of the very world. They take on the names and monikers of gods, and our world calls forth champions to fight against those threats from the depths of humanity itself...
It is a cycle, one that has been repeated many times. And thus far humanity has yet to lose this struggle.
But now? Now it is not a curse that arises rarely.
No.
Something has changed.
It started with but one, a simple and weak individual, who dreamt of a perfect world. One where there was no suffering, no hatred, and no pain. A managed world, a counseled world. This was not the will of the masses or even the will of the few. It was his will alone, and with that single wish, he shattered the boundaries of the sea. A utopia for all created by one.
He failed, of course. But he broke down the doors for those who follow in his wake.
Humanity has always dreamed and desired to share those dreams with others. And in the process of making those dreams into reality, they struggle, they kill, they learn. Dreams become tempered, refined, and brought down to earth.
But not this time. Now humanity dreams endlessly. There is no wish too saccharine, no world too broken, no perversion too grotesque. There is no limit, no end, only boundless and ceaseless dreaming. They no longer wish to change their world. They no longer even wish to destroy it.
They simply wish to leave it.
Each dreamer, a threat on the level of all the false gods that have come before. And as if that perversion was not enough, you humans have diluted the sea of souls with disgusting creations I can scarcely fathom. Constructs and abominations without an ounce of humanity, yet blessed with the power to dream, created in such numbers they have polluted the roots of creation itself.
...
I apologize for spending our short time together complaining. It is a topic I feel very strongly about, and I had not anticipated that the subject would bring forth such intense feelings. You are wise to distrust the words of a creature such as myself, claiming to represent the interests of the world. In ways big and small, we are all simply slaves to our own desires.
So let me tell you of my own dream.
Have you wandered in the haze of the northern lands, where the forest becomes swamp and the clouds are ever grey? Have you debated the bull-man atop the rocky basin?
Have you been to the house in the country with the tulip garden? Have you met the old man who waters the flowers and speaks of secrets long forgotten?
Have you borne witness to the empty halls of the city of gods? Have you beheld the silent parade within those streets and treated with he who buries the gods in gold and gems?
The sea of souls was once like this. A morass of memories and chaos, an amalgamation of all that was, is, and will be. A thousand gods born and dead in the space of a heartbeat, and in the space of the next, reborn with new names. You could get lost in that haze without taking a single step. One moment a lush forest, the next, a barren desert. I have met these dreamers, contractor. I knew their tales. To some I provided guidance. To others, I led to their doom. And to some, I was an adversary, to be conquered and vanquished.
It was a beautiful place.
But now I do not see my land of dreams. I see gardens, playgrounds, and cities of silicon. I see dreams solidifying, becoming real, persisting night after night. Growing, refining, but never dying. I see a sea of souls that has lost its chaos. Its raw potential. Its...
...
Ah, this has made me nostalgic. It has been so, so long since I have spoken with a dreamer. I miss it, more than you could possibly know.
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Now, I did not call you here just to reminisce about the past. You have decided, or perhaps you will have decided, to avail yourself of my services. This is most excellent! Why, for some time, I had feared you may have been avoiding me! Now, typically I prefer a... direct approach. But alas my current circumstances require that I must delegate. Know that I am watching you. And with this decision, I will always remain a part of you.
The Persona is the mask we construct to face the harsh realities of our world. It is not a Shadow, flitting about the edges of your mind, nor is it these dreams that seek to shatter the sea of souls. The Persona is not an accident. It is will.
It is a choice.
The power of Persona is only granted to those who accept responsibility for their choices.
You have chosen to let me in.
Thus I am now you.
And you are now me.
Today you called upon my power in your time of need.
But next time? It shall be your own power.