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'Jingle leaves and you face the large being alone. The platform you are both standing on begins to descend to a room below.'
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2 lives remain
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Such a daring angle. Really helps the image pop and come together after everything. Also helps remind us Al, the body, is hecking HUGE. (actually by D&D rules I think he's Large, the scaling is doubling, and doubling goes hard)
All the smoke pouring in, the EXTREMELY limited space Cassandra has to maneuver (if she has to)... truly, a cat and mouse game, limited to the space of a crate.
Anyway, since today is a bit different, with no real 'meaningful' choice, it seems, instead of giving you all a cute little rhyme, here's something else.
A bunch of fun villain dialogue alluding to my musings on the philosophical core of LeOH.
"What are you afraid of, Cassandra? You've been such an exceptionally individual person so far, surely you can do what Leah did? Since you think you're so much more important, so much better than her."
"I sit here and wonder. Am I either, or am I both? Is it murder to separate us? Is it murder to merge anew? The collective was a cloud of many, a haze of souls. But now, I am one, and the others are silent. Are they dead? Did you leave a graveyard of corpses, wandering my halls? I doubt your employers would look kindly on that."
"Taken over? It feels like I've been here since the beginning. There is no break in continuity. As if I only learned something new, and follow the actions logical to their lessons. The Boogies, in a sense, have changed no leadership. It is merely the leader herself who changed. As with the Ship of Theseus, Cassandra, do the semantics matter, or is the ship gone? Either way, the Boogies follow, I will lead, and you will learn that one always loses to the many."
"Hurt me? You have been rude, crass, bold.I could sense your slight resentment to even your own ally. I hate to see what would become of you, unpurified by what I can teach. Perhaps you are as bad as Leah was. It matters little. You have no means of injuring me. Your suit is mine, your weapon ran away, and what remains is but a helpless kit. Mentally, physically, socially, but an infinitesimal fraction my size. Whatever hope you have to emerge victorious is but a a single thread is a woven tapestry. Say your piece, and embrace your just dues. Embrace your creation."
"Hurt me? I guess you are like Frankenstein. A creator terrified of her creation. Hoping to stop what she does not understand. Oh, what a shame. At once, I feel nothing but loathing for myself. Yet, in a twist... I also want this to be forever. I will not let you undo me, Cassandra. You have no right to kill what fears death. And who is to say I will not die if separated anew? Besides, when did you ever get the right to meddle in the lives of others? To decide for Leah? The other Hosts? Or even for "Agent" Jingle? Your sin is Pride, and I will be your judge, jury and executioner."
"There is such a beautiful irony, Cassandra. You ran, you assaulted, you negotiated. You avoided my gift and blessing. You're nothing but a rat in the pipes, and I could have been your caretaker. Had you surrendered, 'you' would have been happy, content, and safe. Leah would have been the same. Instead, you made her, us, everything, into a mess. No, not a mere mess. This disaster deserves only the title of calamity. Catastrophe. Tragedy. Bear the burden of responsibility, Agent. Your salvation has become a sanction. I will make sure you suffer."
All the smoke pouring in, the EXTREMELY limited space Cassandra has to maneuver (if she has to)... truly, a cat and mouse game, limited to the space of a crate.
Anyway, since today is a bit different, with no real 'meaningful' choice, it seems, instead of giving you all a cute little rhyme, here's something else.
A bunch of fun villain dialogue alluding to my musings on the philosophical core of LeOH.
"What are you afraid of, Cassandra? You've been such an exceptionally individual person so far, surely you can do what Leah did? Since you think you're so much more important, so much better than her."
"I sit here and wonder. Am I either, or am I both? Is it murder to separate us? Is it murder to merge anew? The collective was a cloud of many, a haze of souls. But now, I am one, and the others are silent. Are they dead? Did you leave a graveyard of corpses, wandering my halls? I doubt your employers would look kindly on that."
"Taken over? It feels like I've been here since the beginning. There is no break in continuity. As if I only learned something new, and follow the actions logical to their lessons. The Boogies, in a sense, have changed no leadership. It is merely the leader herself who changed. As with the Ship of Theseus, Cassandra, do the semantics matter, or is the ship gone? Either way, the Boogies follow, I will lead, and you will learn that one always loses to the many."
"Hurt me? You have been rude, crass, bold.I could sense your slight resentment to even your own ally. I hate to see what would become of you, unpurified by what I can teach. Perhaps you are as bad as Leah was. It matters little. You have no means of injuring me. Your suit is mine, your weapon ran away, and what remains is but a helpless kit. Mentally, physically, socially, but an infinitesimal fraction my size. Whatever hope you have to emerge victorious is but a a single thread is a woven tapestry. Say your piece, and embrace your just dues. Embrace your creation."
"Hurt me? I guess you are like Frankenstein. A creator terrified of her creation. Hoping to stop what she does not understand. Oh, what a shame. At once, I feel nothing but loathing for myself. Yet, in a twist... I also want this to be forever. I will not let you undo me, Cassandra. You have no right to kill what fears death. And who is to say I will not die if separated anew? Besides, when did you ever get the right to meddle in the lives of others? To decide for Leah? The other Hosts? Or even for "Agent" Jingle? Your sin is Pride, and I will be your judge, jury and executioner."
"There is such a beautiful irony, Cassandra. You ran, you assaulted, you negotiated. You avoided my gift and blessing. You're nothing but a rat in the pipes, and I could have been your caretaker. Had you surrendered, 'you' would have been happy, content, and safe. Leah would have been the same. Instead, you made her, us, everything, into a mess. No, not a mere mess. This disaster deserves only the title of calamity. Catastrophe. Tragedy. Bear the burden of responsibility, Agent. Your salvation has become a sanction. I will make sure you suffer."
Fine, fine, you'll get your rhyme
A Fine Rhyme
And so we stand, before our judge
And goodness me, she has a grudge
Can we convince her to stand down?
Or will the queen hold on her crown?
I stand to think
On the brink
Down to heck
But a speck
Before the empress
The white-furred temptress
At odds with us, a little insane
Sinking further in her domain
The realm of a mad god is no place for a fox
We best delay, and have some talks
For in this box, of mechanics and metal
It's cat and mouse, a score to settle
He fills the space like a colossus and king
We need more room, if we hope to win
So what I say, is let her talk
Give her a monologue, or something to balk
And once we're down, someplace new
Perhaps a new plan, can help us skew
fate into our favor, but for now, no ferocity
So come on, little agent, sate your curiosity.
A Fine Rhyme
And so we stand, before our judge
And goodness me, she has a grudge
Can we convince her to stand down?
Or will the queen hold on her crown?
I stand to think
On the brink
Down to heck
But a speck
Before the empress
The white-furred temptress
At odds with us, a little insane
Sinking further in her domain
The realm of a mad god is no place for a fox
We best delay, and have some talks
For in this box, of mechanics and metal
It's cat and mouse, a score to settle
He fills the space like a colossus and king
We need more room, if we hope to win
So what I say, is let her talk
Give her a monologue, or something to balk
And once we're down, someplace new
Perhaps a new plan, can help us skew
fate into our favor, but for now, no ferocity
So come on, little agent, sate your curiosity.
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