Post by Wyntre Cold on Aug 22, 2015 10:50:47 GMT
The Ex-Empress of the Arcosian Empire took a sigh, and she took a while going about it. She was dead. She was so very, very dead. What was there to do here, wherever she was? What even was it? Some land of joy and giants? Oh, it mattered not. All's well that ends well. She lead a good life, met good people, made friends, and lastly she died protecting the beacon of hope that is Arcose in the sea of woe that is ignorance. She lead a good life. I think I have some poetry for the occasion...
"Dear friend, only the gods can never age,
the gods can never die. All else in the world
almighty Time obliterates, crushes all
to nothing. The earth’s strength wastes away,
the strength of a man’s body wastes and dies~"
-Oedipus at Colonus
Oh dear, that was a bit dark. Perhaps... perhaps she had something else to lighten the mood.
"Hey, move it!" ordered a pesky little troll-ogre being of origin Wyntre could not discern. The Ex-Arcosian knew she may as well be powerless here, wherever she actually was. Wyntre was so overtaken by the supposed need to search her memory banks for a fitting poem that she didn't quite fully realize that she was a ghostly blob, a non-corporeal entity and spirit. Nor did she fully realize, to the extent of which it should be realized, that just in front of her were two beings she knew not as Bing and Nicolas.
A thought struck. As my last words were not as... epic as I would have hoped, I shall make up for it with not the last words before death, but rather, quite simply, the first words after. It seemed it was her turn now. She knew enough about the theories about the afterlife from many different cultures to know that there was likely a realm of punishment, HFIL, and a realm for enlightenment, heaven. She simply had not expected this. 'This' being, namely, that giant troll-ogre being (of indiscernible origin) sitting atop that lovely mahogany desk. Wyntre reasoned that weirder things have happened to her in her lifetime. It sure was a good thing she left her spaceship and thus gravity chamber on earth, with Zexama. They'd need it.
"You there, we've been getting a lot of you lot. Speak of your greatest deed and also your worst. Do not lie, for the great King Yemma knows all!"
Interesting. The Afterlife has titles such as 'king' too. Very well then, she would have likely thought, I better make this speech a doozy.
"My name is, or perhaps was, Wyntre Cold. I used to be the Empress of the Arcosian Empire, but I think it is unlikely if that means anything here, neither do I expect you would care. I can only assume that you have noticed the giant increase in your workload within the past few hours, mostly caused by the death of a large number of Arcosian souls. This, you see, is the very beginning. Yes, I will tell you of myself. I was born with, apologies for the idiom, a silver spoon in my mouth. There, I did whatever I pleased. I was taught and trained on an artificial planet until the planet was attacked by what I later learnt was an unauthorized saiyan invader. I did manage to survive, however, obviously. Later, I made my way to earth, met humiliation at the hands of 'Emer', a member of a slave race to the saiyans, and made friends, among them a Majin not descended from the 'main tree', a trusted friend named 'Koramund' and later 'Aksor' of the Thousand Tails. Here, I saved countless lives from the hands of Doctor Axis Tilt and his androids. I also became, during this timeframe, the Empress of the Arcosian Empire, regrettably having to cause my brothers' deaths. Not only did I transform Arcosian policy to create a peaceful democracy, creating peace, freedom and happiness for the citizens of the universe, not only did I try to calm the Great Volatility, the saiyans, to stop their endless slaughter, but I also may have, hypothetically, saved all of reality, or perhaps a portion of it, from never being real at all. Maybe. Paradoxes are confusing, it was a confusing affair. I also happened to save Arcose from extreme volcanic activities, saving billions..." she sighed, taking a breath.
"I had a rivalry with a saiyan named Orache, whose father foolishly committed suicide for faults not my own. Later, after I tried to strike up a conversation, he attacked and I was morally forced into killing him, knowing full well that if I let him live, the hill would form into a mountain and innocents would pay the price. I also robbed a candy store, but that was for a good reason, assuming you count 'to please a magic pink candy-obsessed majin' as a good reason. Finally, however. How I died."
She let the truth sink in for a few seconds, for that was what it was. It was the truth, it was important. Very important. As was what came next.
"Zucceta, Queen of the Saiyans, took Arcose by surprise, attacking without a declaration of war. I died defending my people. Many, many died. Many more will follow. Is there anything you can do, King Yemma of the Afterlife? Trillions are sure to die, and I honestly fear that is the most bare of minimums. The nihilistic barbarians are likely to continue their eradication. Those unswayed by evil and cruelty need a leader. Yes, perhaps someone else can fit the role, but peace needs to be directed by one that knows how. Is there anything you can do? Oh, alas. Do speak your judgement."
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
-Invictus
"Dear friend, only the gods can never age,
the gods can never die. All else in the world
almighty Time obliterates, crushes all
to nothing. The earth’s strength wastes away,
the strength of a man’s body wastes and dies~"
-Oedipus at Colonus
Oh dear, that was a bit dark. Perhaps... perhaps she had something else to lighten the mood.
"Hey, move it!" ordered a pesky little troll-ogre being of origin Wyntre could not discern. The Ex-Arcosian knew she may as well be powerless here, wherever she actually was. Wyntre was so overtaken by the supposed need to search her memory banks for a fitting poem that she didn't quite fully realize that she was a ghostly blob, a non-corporeal entity and spirit. Nor did she fully realize, to the extent of which it should be realized, that just in front of her were two beings she knew not as Bing and Nicolas.
A thought struck. As my last words were not as... epic as I would have hoped, I shall make up for it with not the last words before death, but rather, quite simply, the first words after. It seemed it was her turn now. She knew enough about the theories about the afterlife from many different cultures to know that there was likely a realm of punishment, HFIL, and a realm for enlightenment, heaven. She simply had not expected this. 'This' being, namely, that giant troll-ogre being (of indiscernible origin) sitting atop that lovely mahogany desk. Wyntre reasoned that weirder things have happened to her in her lifetime. It sure was a good thing she left her spaceship and thus gravity chamber on earth, with Zexama. They'd need it.
"You there, we've been getting a lot of you lot. Speak of your greatest deed and also your worst. Do not lie, for the great King Yemma knows all!"
Interesting. The Afterlife has titles such as 'king' too. Very well then, she would have likely thought, I better make this speech a doozy.
"My name is, or perhaps was, Wyntre Cold. I used to be the Empress of the Arcosian Empire, but I think it is unlikely if that means anything here, neither do I expect you would care. I can only assume that you have noticed the giant increase in your workload within the past few hours, mostly caused by the death of a large number of Arcosian souls. This, you see, is the very beginning. Yes, I will tell you of myself. I was born with, apologies for the idiom, a silver spoon in my mouth. There, I did whatever I pleased. I was taught and trained on an artificial planet until the planet was attacked by what I later learnt was an unauthorized saiyan invader. I did manage to survive, however, obviously. Later, I made my way to earth, met humiliation at the hands of 'Emer', a member of a slave race to the saiyans, and made friends, among them a Majin not descended from the 'main tree', a trusted friend named 'Koramund' and later 'Aksor' of the Thousand Tails. Here, I saved countless lives from the hands of Doctor Axis Tilt and his androids. I also became, during this timeframe, the Empress of the Arcosian Empire, regrettably having to cause my brothers' deaths. Not only did I transform Arcosian policy to create a peaceful democracy, creating peace, freedom and happiness for the citizens of the universe, not only did I try to calm the Great Volatility, the saiyans, to stop their endless slaughter, but I also may have, hypothetically, saved all of reality, or perhaps a portion of it, from never being real at all. Maybe. Paradoxes are confusing, it was a confusing affair. I also happened to save Arcose from extreme volcanic activities, saving billions..." she sighed, taking a breath.
"I had a rivalry with a saiyan named Orache, whose father foolishly committed suicide for faults not my own. Later, after I tried to strike up a conversation, he attacked and I was morally forced into killing him, knowing full well that if I let him live, the hill would form into a mountain and innocents would pay the price. I also robbed a candy store, but that was for a good reason, assuming you count 'to please a magic pink candy-obsessed majin' as a good reason. Finally, however. How I died."
She let the truth sink in for a few seconds, for that was what it was. It was the truth, it was important. Very important. As was what came next.
"Zucceta, Queen of the Saiyans, took Arcose by surprise, attacking without a declaration of war. I died defending my people. Many, many died. Many more will follow. Is there anything you can do, King Yemma of the Afterlife? Trillions are sure to die, and I honestly fear that is the most bare of minimums. The nihilistic barbarians are likely to continue their eradication. Those unswayed by evil and cruelty need a leader. Yes, perhaps someone else can fit the role, but peace needs to be directed by one that knows how. Is there anything you can do? Oh, alas. Do speak your judgement."
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
-Invictus
Congrats on being the first to cross the bar.)
