Miscellaneous Toland Dialogue Dialogue Home Toland, the Shattered Dialogue with Additional Information Available(Linked) Verified Dialogue(No Additional Information) Unverified Dialogue Humorous Paracausality! What a trip. If you believe your weapon wants to murder all existence, then so it will. Call it a little bad juju, if you please… Idle Dialogue The gates of hell are open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is the way. Listen! Do you hear them respond to your presence? Commands echoing through the dark, fetid caverns… Knowledge is its own end They’ve torn her to pieces, and they call ME “the Shattered.” Follow the screams. Come, slayer of Oryx. I have words for you. Study everything. Absorb the pattern. Transcend it. “The dreary plain, forlorn and wild, the seat of desolation, void of light!” Ha! Guiding the uninitiated toward a final battle of spectacular futility used to be my specialty, you know. Forgive me if I’m a little rusty. Some terrors you defeat. Some, you become. Listen – death is the last part of living and life is learning to die. The song is the same as the singing; the last truth commands me to eat all the light in the sky. This is the shape and the point of the tooth: Nothing has ever lived that will not die. “A shape which depends on nothing but itself.” Do you see the profundity of that concept? Death is just a word, isn’t it? A catch-all term for the failure to go on – nothing spiritual, nothing with its own quiddity. Listen! Listen. Death, true death, is both failure and liberation. Liberation from a race you had no hope of winning. To kill, then, is a terrible sort of compassion, a dreadful kindness. Lo, lo, I never sleep, I dance in light and shadow, I never sleep, I will never die. A dreamer set adrift, caught between schemes – a pleasant pawn for murderous queens…hahaha. Come. I cannot sustain this. Do you ever pause, dear listener, to consider who benefits from all this heroism you commit? You walk blind above an abyss, full of trust for a friendly voice. You’re playing right into her hands. What will you do here, in this world on fire? You could carve your name into the fabric of reality, but you lack the imagination for that, don’t you? Were you tricked by the worm that chased the Warmind? Did you truly believe you’d fought one of the beings that the Hive call gods? Ha! What is it they say? “The only way to win is not to play”? Impossible. I call it a game, but it’s not; it is the nature of the universe. To exist is to throw your hat in the ring. Do you crave finality, my friend? Listen to the screams on the wind. Let them beckon you. Let them teach you. You! Why would you come here? There is no place less suited for the likes of you, walking in the dreamland of your enemies. And what, am I to be your Virgil? A guide, a shepherd? [chuckles] No, no, no… I could flense you apart, molecule by squirming molecule. It is within my power. You are a brave light, but a stupid one, too. Delve deeper. Make yourself known. They’ll believe you are on of their own. And that is the only way. Tell me, Guardian: Do you trust me? Do you believe I am an ally of the Light or a servant of the Darkness? What if I told you I was neither? Banish every memory of what you believe is true. Unshackle yourself. Come now, you’ll have to be cleverer than this to break through. Sharpen yourself. Make ready. Sharpen your intentions. When life is strength and strength is death, what is death, if not hope? Come, opener of vacancies. Ah, my foolish friend, you walk the spine of an ouroboros. Find another way. You have wandered far. From one enemy’s dreamland to another. Greetings, pawn of the Queen. I shall be your Virgil once again… Sharpen yourself with knowledge before the true battle begins. Go where I send you. I have knowledge for you. I will teach you what I know. Executions are so much more fun when the martyr thinks they have a chance against the lion. I have decided to impart upon you some of my knowledge. Listen well. Let me teach you. The coming clash will be so much more entertaining if you are prepared for it. There is something you must see. Carry your thinking-machine to the place I send you. All is not lost; the unconquerable Will. And study of revenge, immortal hate.And courage never to submit or yield. And what is else not to be overcome? Whenever in our passage we find ourselves in need of power – remember that the greatest authority here is a blade made keen by eons of use. Will you be prepared? Or will you be…boring? Words are weapons, thoughts the art of wielding them. Listen well. Listen, listen… You feel it don’t you? The hunger that cannot be sated. What’s next? What if? Why? It eats at us. What we don’t know.It always has. Ignorance has never been bliss – not once you’ve learned you lack the truth. One good death deserves another. I leave you here. Claim what has been lost. Look around you. Behold the price of your arrogance. Behold the cost of such arrogance. I hold you responsible for the rise of the aberration, oh opener of vacancies. But I must confess that I’m curious to see where this will lead. What madness will follow. I hold Guardians responsible for this aberration, but I must confess that I’m quite curious to see where this will lead. What madness will follow. Arrogance is little more than a by-product of hubris. And hubris destroys most of us in the end. Don’t let the past weigh you down. All that has been is merely to what is. But you have. It’s always you, isn’t it? Have you unraveled the pattern? Everything you need to know is right beneath your nose. Everything must be in its right place. Simultaneity – the relationship between two events occurring in the same timeframe. This is how the bow wounds! To death, to havoc, to ruin! With bow let us win kine, with bow the battle, with bow be victors in our hot encounters. And the earth was covered with steel, and arrows fell from the clouds like hail, and the ground was torn with hoofs, and blood flowed like water upon the plains… Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven. Come, sharp one. Why do we have atoms? Because atomic matter is more stable than the primordial broth. Atoms defeated the broth. That was the first war. There were two ways to be and one of them won. Are you the truth? That is the question now as it was before. Will you ever do anything that screams down the millennia? Will you ever hammer your will on the universe until it rings and rings and rings? Sympathy and study do not breed alliances. Don’t mistake me. The beauty of the con before you is simply breathtaking. On one hand, a war of endless attrition. On the other, certain defeat. Quickly. Now conscience wakes despair that slumbered – wakes the bitter memory of what he was, what is, and what must be worse… This way. Onward. Move. Time is wasting. Yet from those flames, no light – but rather, darkness visible… Three paths in the wood diverged… Are you watching closely? Show her your nerve exceeds your grasp. Squanderer. Blunderer. I’m a fool to think you can be helped. Everything must be returned to its rightful place. She is judging you. Prove yourself. Be brave. Keep a sharp eye out. The devil’s in the details. Awake, arise, or be forever fallen. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...