Otherwise, destruction.
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The feeling is back again. It starts as a mild nagging at the inside of my head. It does not hurt, indeed it is not even physical. It is a need, a need that grows like a craving. It gets stronger. For days now it has been returning whenever I try to relax. When I clear my mind of work and family matters, like when I sit on the porch to enjoy a cigarette, it returns.
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I become jittery - my mind flicks around and my thoughts try to escape. I need to jump up and run around: I cannot sit still. It is a craving. I have decided that now. I am bottling up my emotions, my creativity. I am addicted to drawing, but not anything. I need to be creating things, designing machines and buildings.
It is strong now. I feel as though my mind shall burst. I cannot hold it in. Visions of mansions and robots fill my mind's eye and will not disappear. I must be at my computer! I need to draw these things. The passion for invention burns savagely in my heart. I cannot deny it, yet it cannot be sated.
I must run screaming down the road. Am I going insane? My head pounds as I envision great machines, control panels, smoke ... people running and screaming in terror. I see their faces contort as the metal beasts that I have created end their puny, insignificant lives in fiery chaos. -
I thought you were having withdrawal from Turf Wars! Lol!!
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Is this the end? Have I become a monster? What is this witchery? Why can I not hold my evil genius captive any longer? Why?
I must go. It is time. I have a computer for designing. I have a basement for secrecy. I have my tools and equipment and soon, soon I shall have the world captive, at my fingertips. I shall be a king. A god. The Metal God. I shall BE. -
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I have begun my creation. It is marvellous. A great wall of metal, hydraulic hosing and arrays of evil weaponry. Guns? Nay. Anybody could build a weapon. This, this is no weapon. This is mobile destruction. This, is Chaos.
Weapons that disengage from her beautiful flanks and patrol with artificial intelligence: my intelligence, held captive in circuit boards and wires. Drones, but not only drones. The armies of the world have those. These are of a higher order.
I designed them. I drew them. I built them. They have great intelligence. They have the slyness of a fox, the prowess of a cat, the strength of a lion and the ferocity of a werewolf, should they even exist. Oh, if only they existed. Perhaps they would have a chance against my creations. -
Chaos is my wife. My creation is my baby. She does my bidding. She creates destruction, and her destructive powers are but endless. Chaos, I called her, and she demands utter chaos with her beautiful metal body and evil genius. I am her genius.
Nobody shall stand in my way. Nobody has a chance, nay, through anything but total, utter submission.
And they will submit. You will submit. -
turfa the supervillian!😱
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Have you forgotten to take your meds today? 👀💤
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I can hear them coming now. They will do their utmost to break me. I believe in my Love. My Love, my creation, my wall of machinery, that beautiful thing I named Chaos, she will protect me. Nobody will crush me. I am the Metal God. Nobody will crush me. I will prevail. I will destroy. I will conquer. Nobody. Will enter. Chaos is my safe haven. She is beautiful.
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I hear them coming. They have found the secret entrance. The secret entrance that I so foolishly created. The only weakness in my beautiful creation. The hallway through her bowels, the ladder through her insides. My Love, my Chaos, will fall.
They have entered my control room. I cannot move. I cannot fight. My long, leather jacket is caught. My long, leather, jacket. The one that is tied at the back. I am tied at the back. Why did I put soft padding on these walls? How foolish. I might have crushed their heads against the walls. The beautiful, metal walls of my creation's control room. The white, padded walls, of my room. Why? -
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Why? Cause there's a fine line between brilliance and insanity, and your half drunk arse keeps landing halfway across!
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🔰ℬཞüęℵǿཞ🔰 wrote:
Oh, there's a good idea! I have just decided to crack open a bottle of rum - and my first drink of the month is in your honour! Cheers, old buddy 👍🍺Why? Cause there's a fine line between brilliance and insanity, and your half drunk arse keeps landing halfway across!
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тʊʀғᵃ wrote:
😘🍻🔰ℬཞüęℵǿཞ🔰 wrote:
Oh, there's a good idea! I have just decided to crack open a bottle of rum - and my first drink of the month is in your honour! Cheers, old buddy 👍🍺Why? Cause there's a fine line between brilliance and insanity, and your half drunk arse keeps landing halfway across!
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Great story! 👍
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Thanks! Fun read, more?😃
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★MΛΥΗΞΜ★ wrote:
... Mayhem ... a truly beautiful name ... be you the creation of a genius of my calibre?Thanks! Fun read, more?😃
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🍻 You crazy bastage! 🍻 Good read
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Blame it on gas day
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YES! FINALLY MY ENEMIES SHALL DIE!
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THE_ASSASIN wrote:
No ... only you. Sorry.YES! FINALLY MY ENEMIES SHALL DIE!
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THE_ASSASIN wrote:
Asin's ass is pretty good, butt there's no reason to name yourself after itYES! FINALLY MY ENEMIES SHALL DIE!
😳 freaky obsession dude or dudet
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