Post by Greeve on Jun 3, 2017 13:20:29 GMT
[OOC: Using the Celestial Event to revive Greeve]
Greeve couldn't help but feel a little curious. As soon as he was killed back on Yardrat, he found himself back in Hell, instead of being sent to the check in station. Perhaps his previous judgement stuck? They just fast tracked him to Hell? Greeve wasn't sure. He didn't understand why Yemma disapproved of his methods in the first place. Was it because of the paperwork? Didn't Yemma realize that if all life were extinguished, Yemma wouldn't have to work anymore? He could then go on that vacation he was ranting about before. Some people just didn't think long term.
But there was another, more pressing question in his mind. Through the three major encounters he had, there was always someone willing to throw themselves in harms way simply to protect someone weaker than them. Why was that? Some sense of pride? The need to prove their superiority by defending the weak? But what was the benefit of that? Life was a disease, and by killing them, they were freeing them from its shackles and enabling them to move on into the afterlife.
So, if that was the case, then why put these people through such cruelty? Greeve would have assumed they were just evil, pretending to be humans. But his interactions with some of them made him think otherwise. They truly seemed to believe that what they were doing was the right thing. Why would they think that? What was it about life that made them cling to it so tightly. What made it precious enough to them that they would protect the lives of others? For the life of the ghost he couldn't think of a reason.
"You there!"
Greeve was pulled from his thoughts, looking over to see a group of ogres approaching them. The jailers of Hell. And judging by the expression on their faces, they weren't too happy to see him. "Yes?" the ghost asked calmly, not even bothered by the sight of multiple musclebound ogres approaching him. The ogres surrounded him, hard glares fixed on him. "We've been told by King Yemma to make sure you don't get out of here again," one of the ogres, a red one, spoke up. So, King Yemma had done something about his recent arrival then. It made sense that these guys would try to keep him here. After all, people were supposed to remain dead afterall.
Greeve couldn't help but feel a little curious. As soon as he was killed back on Yardrat, he found himself back in Hell, instead of being sent to the check in station. Perhaps his previous judgement stuck? They just fast tracked him to Hell? Greeve wasn't sure. He didn't understand why Yemma disapproved of his methods in the first place. Was it because of the paperwork? Didn't Yemma realize that if all life were extinguished, Yemma wouldn't have to work anymore? He could then go on that vacation he was ranting about before. Some people just didn't think long term.
But there was another, more pressing question in his mind. Through the three major encounters he had, there was always someone willing to throw themselves in harms way simply to protect someone weaker than them. Why was that? Some sense of pride? The need to prove their superiority by defending the weak? But what was the benefit of that? Life was a disease, and by killing them, they were freeing them from its shackles and enabling them to move on into the afterlife.
So, if that was the case, then why put these people through such cruelty? Greeve would have assumed they were just evil, pretending to be humans. But his interactions with some of them made him think otherwise. They truly seemed to believe that what they were doing was the right thing. Why would they think that? What was it about life that made them cling to it so tightly. What made it precious enough to them that they would protect the lives of others? For the life of the ghost he couldn't think of a reason.
"You there!"
Greeve was pulled from his thoughts, looking over to see a group of ogres approaching them. The jailers of Hell. And judging by the expression on their faces, they weren't too happy to see him. "Yes?" the ghost asked calmly, not even bothered by the sight of multiple musclebound ogres approaching him. The ogres surrounded him, hard glares fixed on him. "We've been told by King Yemma to make sure you don't get out of here again," one of the ogres, a red one, spoke up. So, King Yemma had done something about his recent arrival then. It made sense that these guys would try to keep him here. After all, people were supposed to remain dead afterall.