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impure_tale) wrote2010-01-08 12:56 pm
impure_tale) wrote2010-01-08 12:56 pm
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To my beloved readers: The worlds from which we come are imperfect. I need not tell you this. I believed myself to have seen the extent of human atrocity in my lifetime, and we come here encouraged to commit still more. To them that are newly come, this is your warning. You will be challenged. You will be abused. You will be tortured. All they want is for you to not be you. It's not just about ridding yourself of goodness. It's about a loss of integrity. It's about breaking the balance. Nature is equally infused with beings of good and evil and their similar acts.
You are what you are, and these people will endeavor to reverse that. They want your anger and your despair.
But remember that in our imperfect worlds -- worlds where suffering is very real and sometimes unimaginable -- there is also good. There are moments of deep pleasure, of warmth, of beauty, serenity, contentment -- I daresay even love. You, and your cabins, are the last vestments of those worlds. Your homes. Cherish them, and cherish yourselves, because that's what they want to take from you.
I bid you remember, and that you resist. Even a beautiful memory is worth fighting for.
Do not be afraid, my treasures. If you are not afraid, then they cannot win.
(ooc: The Marquis is an Inmate again -- and one who is almost always confined to his cell and targetted for abuse, because he's a rabble rouser. He encourages the other Inmates to keep their integrity and resist, to remember home fondly, to share their experiences. SOOO touchy feely compared to his old style, but it's about sticking it to the man, people.)
You are what you are, and these people will endeavor to reverse that. They want your anger and your despair.
But remember that in our imperfect worlds -- worlds where suffering is very real and sometimes unimaginable -- there is also good. There are moments of deep pleasure, of warmth, of beauty, serenity, contentment -- I daresay even love. You, and your cabins, are the last vestments of those worlds. Your homes. Cherish them, and cherish yourselves, because that's what they want to take from you.
I bid you remember, and that you resist. Even a beautiful memory is worth fighting for.
Do not be afraid, my treasures. If you are not afraid, then they cannot win.
(ooc: The Marquis is an Inmate again -- and one who is almost always confined to his cell and targetted for abuse, because he's a rabble rouser. He encourages the other Inmates to keep their integrity and resist, to remember home fondly, to share their experiences. SOOO touchy feely compared to his old style, but it's about sticking it to the man, people.)
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You know very well what they do to people that claim to be sick.
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There's no way McCoy would let that happen.
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