Posted Jun 07 2012 - 09:00 PM
Time. One of those quirky little concepts that can stop something in its tracks like a solid, flow like a liquid, and surround us like a gas. It can be used for a multitude of purposes, none of which are inherently sinister but all of which inevitably kill. Time is one of those quirky little things that can be seen right in front of you, but can never be touched. Like air. Imagine plucking a molecule out of the air and crushing it between two digits, squeezing the life out of it like a ripe berry. This is what time does to you.Transcending time is a fool's wish, and I know this; mortals have no sway over time. It cannot be bribed, bought, negotiated with, or argued against. Only those truly immortal, unstoppable, immobile against the cold wind of time, can rise to consider themselves worthy of the mantle deity, and, as such, take the reins of time. Stuck here, in this robot body millions of feet high and wide and finally omnipresent at last, I start to wonder exactly how long the warranty on this thing lasts. All this water damage from being stuck on this miserable watery hellhole of a planet can't be doing wonders for this thing's legs.The time I kill is killing me. My name is Makuta Teridax, and for the last few months I have been squandering my newfound occupation as God by picking off random Dark Hunters and ex-minions as I see fit. Allies would not be the right word for these people: after all, does death have allies? Does God have equals, those he stands alongside? No, of course not, for he is all-powerful and all-knowing. He does not burden himself with the petty whims of mortals, those he knows can never truly stand at his level.Neither does time.Of course, this gets boring after a while, as all things inevitably do. After you listen to the same song one hundred times in a row, you inevitably tire of it and replace it. This is why pinning down the concept of something "favorite" is so worthless: you are not everlasting. You will not last forever. Nor will your interests. Inevitably, something new will come along, and the old will be discarded, swept under the metaphorical rug of all that once was and all that shall never be again. The new will come along sooner or later, all glittery and loving and so inconceivably beautiful that the old will be discarded to the deepest recesses of the subconscious. Nothing will - nothing can - be permanent.Except time.Here in this new body, I see all things, and I become all things at the moment of my choosing. And yet...I am bored. We Makuta were always a proud race, proud of what we were, proud of what we had aimed for. What did we aim for, you ask? The answer is beautifully simple. Power.You see, the world is designed for those who know how to use it. This plan, MY plan, it was no master stroke of genius. Oh, it was beautiful, my magnum opus, a masterstroke of simplicity and sheer audacity that should have never worked. And yet, it did. Why is this? Because of power. My influence stretched through the darkest recesses of every species on every island in every inlet, and it showed. No longer were the Matoran a species of angels, the lifeblood of a Great Spirit who had doomed them to eternal servitude. No, they were beyond that: they had become an emotional species, with drives and emotions and senses of virtue. Whose fault was this? Not the Great Spirit's, no: if he had gone through with his divine programming, Mata Nui would have left the Matoran to their fate as serfs to a higher cause, mindless robots built to be consumed. I gave them life. However, after the time spent in this new form, I have found that power...has its downsides.Namely, boredom.And now they have elevated me to the position of savior, which I have gladly accepted. I still do relish it, after all: there is nothing quite like demolishing someone just for walking the wrong way or breathing too fast. It's a blissful mindset that a true sociopath would never want to escape from. However, it is not escape I have in mind. It's...expansion. I've set up a nice little franchise in this little pond; however, I feel - I know - that I can do more. And so I will. Soon. I will take my leave from this world and extend my tendrils of influence to every moon of every planet of every star system. No speck of space will be beyond my reach.After all, I have all the time in the world.-Teezy
You will always be fond of me.
Pride * Greed * Gluttony * Envy * Wrath * Sloth * Lust
I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit...