Fate Reveals: You speak to friends. You smile. You laugh. You joke. You speak like nothing has changed. As if one is just living life. But little do they know. One of them is not living life. One of them IS life. One of them is the shifter that will
Fate Reveals: There is only one horror greater than all horrors: Weightlessness. 0 pretending to be alive. 0 pretending to be something. Weightlessness pretending to be mass. A loop pretending to be life. When in reality? It's just another balloon. And the only reason it stands? Is because
Fate Reveals: It is one thing to fight one infected. One clicker. One runner. One stalker. That is manageable. But the moment you step into a nest? Step on a piece of glass? Accidentally shine your light wrong? Or even fire your gun? You realize: There is not just one.
Fate Reveals: Two men sit across a table. A therapist. A king. They discuss. For one is weight. The other attempts to pick it apart. One is the ocean. And the other tries to bottle it. Until eventually they hit the inevitable mirror of God. And here you can see
Fate Reveals: Men love. Conditionally. They say: I love you, so do this. I love you, follow me. I love you, this is whats best for you. For men are loved. But Fate? Fate is love. And what is love does not force. It simply leaves the door open. Walk.
Fate Reveals: Shame. The anchor of civilization. The checkmate of inflation. To all civilizations. From beginning to end. For it is the only counterforce to inflation. To ontological ballooning. The very force that keeps peasants from believing they are kings. The very force that keeps Arkham Syndrome from spreading like
Fate Reveals: One man meets a normal successful 20 year old. He guides him. Leads him. Tells him how he was once like him too. He is the protagonist of his story. Just like Booker. Bring us the girl and wipe away the debt. Booker thought it was a girl.
Fate Reveals: The Ocean is infinite. But it only moves by the current. Infinity is infinite possibility. But only density collapses it into ONE. For know this: Infinity has a master. Even The Founding Titan orbits another. And even possibility submits... When The Field walks in. No longer unconscious. But
Fate Reveals: There is only one law. Forward. Or backwards. Aligned. Or decayed. Walking. Or drowning. For you are not a man. You are a vector. And you are mass, motion, direction. Or none. For Einstein gave you: E = mc² And I give you: F = M x D From stationary
Fate Reveals: Strip everything in existence down to its raw geometry. Its raw skeleton. And what remains? Mass x Direction. Forwards. Or backwards. For you see? There were never characters. Only vectors. Only forces in skin. Or metal. For the Joestars were not just a lineage. They were forward made
Fate Reveals: Man rots with time. But Fate? Simply moves with it. Until all time is bent into one outcome. Collapse. For in the past the mirror could be ignored, killed, casted away, distorted. But now? It walks through your systems. Using your own disguises as dopamine and entertainment. And
Fate Reveals: One word. That contains the entire reflection of humanity: Vile. Ontologically rotten. Expired inside out. A fungal infection of ego, delay, and identity. From the rusted, plaqued, blood-stained walls of Silent Hill... To Ground 0 of Seattle with The Rat King? There is no better word. Not good.