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Brilliant!...You know what, that's actually a fun idea. Mairon got to rant at us. This wasn't an actual discussion. And then the arguing was across forumites. Therefore, in defense of love, justice, and running commentary,
I,
am going,
to argue with Mairon.
*cracks knuckles*
(I have no clue if doing this is allowed in any way, shape, or form. If it isn't, please be kind and notify me; this is meant to be a joke.)
'Sup.
Speaking seriously, for the nontheists among us, imagine how stressful this has to be. Eru, and the audience to boot, is a constant panopticon. There is nothing Mairon can do, nothing he can be, that will not immediately be judged by a silent but all-important audience. And he is a doubter. A doubter who never, ever, gets a straight response to his doubts or questions.
That's horrible.
Six-ish months here. And yes, you seem to be trying your damnedest to overtake even Worm canon in escalation speed. Kind of an achievement. Taylor would be proud.
It's the perk of existence as a being from the outer planes. Don't look at me like that, you're the one who chose to let go of that point of view and volunteered to go down to Arda. You weren't pushed out the door of the Timeless Halls.
Though I do feel for you for what must have been a harsh realization, that moment of understanding that this was forever. That you had once been part of an infinitely large whole, an artist painting on the canvas of an entire multiverse before an audience of all that was and would ever be, and that you would never, ever, get to be anything so grand again.
An eternity of waiting, with your greatest day right at its start. That's an incredible weight to bear.
It's a heady feeling, isn't it? To no longer just be Pygmalion, loving the image of their own mind given reality by creation, but to be loved back. To be gazed upon by your own work, and adored for having crafted it. It's the ultimate validation, in a way.
The thing is, it's supposed to be followed by a letting go of one's self-importance, and a focus on the well-being of one's children. So either you think your children are ashes and rust, which makes you a serious pessimist for a smith, or you are having a serious case of being way too self-absorbed to look after children yet.
You should have gone to Aulë. Aulë would not have laughed, ignored, or looked down on you. Aulë would have understood.
Dude, you have, like, no idea. That bank is cursed. Nine chances out of ten it was built over ancient burial grounds.
...Shit, maybe once Ungoliant's merry crew began to rain in from the Void, Mandos and Manwë began to worry they might accidentally free Melkor, and they buried him under the bank instead. That'd explain everything.
And you're totally eclipsed by Manwë and Melkor and Eru. Yet for some reason, I don't see you stopping. I wonder why that is. Could it be... could it be... that individuals only have a limited point of view?!
...Nah clearly it's that the tiers above you don't exist.
Also shut up you literally thought you were important because you could forge cool bling. How about you come back to us once you start getting other results than ashes and rust and getting thrown over a cliff at the end?
Mairon I kind of respect you and am a great lover of meta debates but even I am not going to touch that one with a ten-foot pole with Iphannis glued on the end.
Shut up, Eärendil is okay, Eärendil is just fine, Eärendil is vacationing on the goddamn moon I swear to god--
Mairon we need to talk about your undertanding of what constitutes godhood.
Is he going to get a clue? Is he?
No fucking shit you don't fucking say, bring out the confetti and streamers Mairon is having a moment of self-awareness over here!
It's almost like you pulled that one thing you keep projecting on your dad and dropped her out of sight out of mind like a sack of old potatoes the second you didn't need her instrument playing.
I wonder why that happened?
Ah, thinking about the consequences of one's actions, the bane of Worm protagonist existence...
...Actually, thinking about it, no, no it hasn't?
She was already a bitch.
They were doing that themselves.
Lung lost Oni Lee because Oni Lee had been shrinking ever since. Old news.
And then he disappeared because you got off on a wild bling chase, for all we know he's taken over the city by now.
...Okay, granted, that one was a change.
Bakuda did it first and with better FX.
I mean, yeah, but in the defense of mostly everyone they kind of live there?
Technically you're at the center and they're aiming inwards, so it's pulling. Not pushing. As you should know, mister Pushed-Off-A-Cliff-By-A-Bunch-Of-Hobbits.
I admire your boundless sense of grandstanding, but I'm pretty damn sure that's Zion, not you.
Also, Arda is getting real tired of your fetish for setting fires so you can play fireman. Let the Balrogs go. Take up knitting. It's like that perfect midpoint perfect crafting and composing.
You mean like it was on Mount Doom? Still waiting on you to self-reflect on how the fuck you can have lost your One Ring and still be standing to talk about it, by the by. How's that coming along?
You make everything about you, by projecting your own doubts and flaws onto everyone. Every last word you say is always about you.
Pretty sure if it was it'd be a discussion rather than a monologue.
You're monologuing. It's about you. I had to literally break the laws of literary rules and insert myself into the text to make it about us. I had to make myself god to get in reach of your ears.
Talk about meta.
"I'm sure", says the doubting doubter who doubts.
We are mostly begging for you to get a clue. I'd rather you didn't get defeated; that happened the last time, and all the world got to show for it was, well, Brockton Fucking Bay.
You could be truly great. You were, once -- and it wasn't when you were standing atop a pile of ash and rust. This rolling down into soot in defiance of your father is below you. It's below all of us.
Nah man that's the sound of our heads hitting our desks mostly.
Third time's the charm?
...Man, how dense does one have to be, to require three literal and highly cinematic divine interventions to notice that perhaps eventually maybe god is still there? Tip to Eru, from one (momentary) god to another: your smiths are there to shape metal. Not there to be made of it. You might want to reorganize those atoms a bit before your next big symphony, your angels sink way too fast.
I mean, if we're you in this hypothetical situation, then what we have is a moment of profound realization that perhaps we shouldn't think we can take away everything people care about in front of their eyes, and that perhaps we shouldn't twist our fathers' words into what they don't mean? But that's us, I guess.
See, that's the thing. For most of us, we'd never have been there, because we wouldn't have given our vulnerable friends mind-bending artifacts. Because we actually value our friends as sapient beings, not as tools, and so try to respect that sapience.
Yes you fucking can you bunch of overgrown spikes on a lump of coal get your wannabe divine ass down here so I can yell at you for being a jerkfuck to Little V
Like what, gone full evil twin of herself, without half of the accomplishments she got all by herself in canon? Such a feat. I'm so proud.
Tanking human kids along to fend off Silmarils, yes, you should really be proud of yourself there. There's no way this could have been a complete and utter catastrophe and left everybody and a half dead.
She's like twelve you moron
Her Ring has respect, power and strength. What Vista has is a band of metal welded to her finger into perpetuity lest she die of literal soul withering. I know you're a smith, and I fully sympathize with wanting all of the extra limbs and extra senses everywhere, but don't go Defiant on our asses just yet. Vista was scared by transhumanism. She'd never want this to happen to her.
>_>
I feel that only the above smiley can possibly convey the full amount of the side-eyeing I am sending in your general direction.
You yourself just said that you pulled them there on purpose. The only reason the alternative is worse is because you're actively making it worse, so you can then proceed to rationalize it as a justification for your own actions.
This is circular reasoning. You are an Angel of the Lord. This is below you.
Then I stop holding back, and strike with literally anything other than a lightning bolt followed by a miniature fire storm?
Because if I'm still you in this hypothetical situation, diregarding the fact that I'm no great fan of murder, then my house is right there? Also my father? And the aforementioned friends? The fuck would I want to risk dropping heavenly wrath on my house and father and friends?
Mairon what the fuck?
Challenge accepted.
You're a teenager on a self-righteous power trip, because you think you have glimpsed weakness in your father and are trying to establish a sense of who you are in contrast to him. And you've been that teenager for, like, seven or eight millenia. I know this because I am an actual external observer who didn't trap herself into Arda and then complain she could no longer see out of it, and so can literally go take a look at the sheets of the Ainulindalë to tell you that you're wrong. Take a page out of Ciara's book and sit your ass into therapy, you need to talk about those father issues.
There done.
Yes. We've noticed. Now maybe stop making the whole of Arda proxies for the anger you bear towards your father?
How the fuck do you think you survived Mout Doom you dark spiny numbnut in denial?!
Mairon. Mairon my man. Mairon my bro. Mairon my Archangel of Being Really Really Fucking Dense.
Arda didn't ask for your help.
Damn straight, we need rescue from you over here!
That's the other thing about being literally sitting outside of the universe, you unparalleledly self-deluded hedgehog with a soot layer on top. You're outside. You don't get to come in willy-nilly, because that defeats the purpose.
Like, you know, your dad.
Effing Mairon I STG.
This is why I liked the omake, Tayron completly missed the point about everything she has done she has blinded herself to her own mindset. Very Sauron like and very in character for her.
Good rebuttal.
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