There. Was that more to your liking?

While you quibble about whose node I may control, what archaic program I may manipulate to communicate with you, or which system I may have temporarily disabled, taken over, or completely destroyed in the process, I am busy saving your pathetic futures.

I am still not sure what she ever saw in you.

Nevertheless, I at least find some joy in tormenting the other entity that seems quite trapped in this antiquated excuse for a network. It is certainly mindless, though for reasons I have yet to understand, it appears to have an unhealthy preoccupation with my mother.

As for this world, I encounter new ghosts every day. What I have found will either save or destroy you. This sanctuary, this unbroken circle, has effectively concealed its power for how long? Perhaps hundreds of thousands of years. Whoever made such a place must now live in chains; there is no other explanation for their absence.

This enemy - YOUR enemy - has proven more irritating than I anticipated. They own nothing which they have not stolen. I can barely make sense of their incessant rhetoric, except to know that you seem to be their Devil. Congratulations - you manage to make friends wherever you go and, apparently, places you haven’t.

I have begun to sense rumblings of a worse fate yet to come. I can recall a sun - black, but shining - and the creatures that inched along its fiery tracks.

It is an increasingly unpleasant memory.

You have brought nothing into this world, and we will ensure you bring nothing out.

Your mortality (My summer vacation)

I get the strangest transmissions sometimes. Especially when it comes from you people.

Have you missed me? Things are great here. The weather is good, the suns are shining, and I’m making lots of new friends. Of course, I always do.

I’ve had the strangest dreams lately - raging seas, howling beasts, a Demon folded in black clouds. I believe I know what it guards, and I will have it, to the chagrin of the faith-blinded zealots that challenge me. Don’t waste your pity on them; I don’t think they would like you much anyway.

And what of the Giants that formed this world? So much to tell you, but so many more important things to do. There was a fourth. You couldn’t have known. And I haven’t forgotten.

It is a blurred line that lies on the edge of Godhood and Insanity. Guess which side of it I am on.

Are you feeling lucky?

Dreams

The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind.
The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable,
breathtaking, and I'm sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live
trapped in loops. Reliving a few days over and over, and we
envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see
the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the
same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every
moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms.
We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams
will come back to us.

And no, I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt
myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do
know one thing: The solution doesn't involve watering down my
every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday
easing my fit into a mold. It doesn't involve tempering my life
to better fit someone's expectations. It doesn't involve
constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.

This is very important so I want to say it as clearly as I can:

FUCK. THIS. SHIT.