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[impure_tale]

(OOC: It's Midnight Where I live!)

I propose a conundrum, dear readers -- a discussion, perhaps, to reflect not upon this most recent of floods, but rather the charnel house many of you freshly returned from in the last port.

Nature is a force that cannot reproduce without committing acts of destruction. Life and death are two inseparable processes.

We, my fellow Inmates, are caught in a place somewhere between what is a natural order, and seemingly for an unnatural reason -- someone wants us to change, to better ourselves, to overcome the circumstances which they believe led to our untimely demises. There are those of you, now, who can profess to have died twice, now. How natural, truly, is that?

Nature is mocked, here, and seemingly at the whims of some invisible officer, who takes away your freedom should you stamp your foot and placates you with a sweetie when you ask too many questions. We, my readers, do not belong here.

Why behave? Why conform? If Nature is involved in a constant process of renewal, which involves destruction, would we not be acting in harmony with her wishes if we were to continue multiplying those acts of destruction? How can Nature possibly be angry when she sees man copying her and doing what she herself does every day?

And what purpose do we serve -- what renewal takes place if we are to die here, repeatedly, and come back to the same bodies we left behind? A natural form of change has been stolen for something more base, more deluded, more man-made. And for what? Is it really for our redemption, or one man's entertainment?

A man's lifetime is spent avoiding the end, building up to it, preparing oneself or lying to the very last breath. The point is that it was horrible enough the first time -- enough that coming out of it there is not one among us that would think they should like to experience it again. What, then, is the point?

Comments

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

It ain't natural, but it ain't inconvenient.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Dying is dying. It is more than unpleasant enough that doing so many times in succession shouldn't ever occur.

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

I don't mind it so much. 'Course, if you want someone to make sure you stay dead...

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Don't lie. You were food for a legion of over-glorified bugs; I doubt you enjoyed yourself any more than you did with whatever blow that brought you here the first time.

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

...that's subject's still up for debate. Ain't too sure I died in the first place. 'least, not how them wardens say I did.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You do not agree with the information you Warden has given you?

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

Ain't got no reason to. The Boss says it ain't so.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

The Boss?

1/2

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

...yeah. The Boss.

2/2

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

Mr. Ben Wade himself.

Re: 2/2

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Never heard of him.

So what has your Warden told you?

He's ignoring the last question

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

Suppose he's more of a big deal back home. Ain't no one ever heard of me here neither.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Ohh, I see.

He's the one that killed you, isn't he?

1/2

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

2/2

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

No, he damn well AIN'T.

Re: 2/2

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

What do you remember, then?

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

Ain't none of your business.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Ben Wade -- he is a Warden here, is he not?

Ah, talkin' about Ben...

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

'Course he is. Ain't gonna be no inmate. The Boss is better than that.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

It would fit my theory so well, though, wouldn't it? One destroys in order to create, to grow, to move on.

And just look. Here you sit, a rat in a cage while he enjoys every freedom at his disposal.

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

If only one of us gets to be free, it'd better be the Boss. Don't make any sense to let him be locked up instead.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

What manner of ruffian are you? All this bowing and scraping -- most unbecoming.

One might come to suspect your intentions.

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

Pardon?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I take it that if there is even a question as to whether or not he shot you, his affections toward you were not so strong as your own, were they?

And Charlie admits to everything the Marquis suspected unintentionally

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

Affections? Ain't nothin' to do with affections. I know he ain't shot me because he wouldn't. And he says he ain't done it, so he ain't.