Post by rockyv on Mar 14, 2008 2:05:24 GMT -5
Survial: The one part of the human condition that could not be silenced. No matter what the situation was that presented itself, that primitive part of our being still aroused itself to the forefront of our existence and took over. It linked all living beings together that will to survive, making people do things within themselves that they didn’t even know was imaginable.
Choosing Dead Idol as a target though, had not been a survival instinct, it had been partially to extract Idol’s instincts from him. Swing for the fences, because it’s the home runs that get talked about years afterwards. Idol, although a double champion, had turned out to be Midas, but with one fatal twist, everything he touched seemed to die.
Maybe this was about my survival instinct then, seeing if I could survive the curse that Idol is. Whether we like to admit it or not, we are all heretics with a bit of a God complex, wishing to have that infinite power while still never acknowledging that it had ever even existed before, as if it was a secret that only existed in the mind.
Largely, I was disappointed by the decision to kill the hardcore title. A title, regardless of how inferior of one, would have gotten me back into the record books that I had been removed from. It was a starting point, a light at the end of the tunnel, and now it had vanished leaving only darkness.
I’m alone in the darkness, seemingly paralyzed. No sound is emitted, nor is there any to hear. Attempting to breathe in the smells gives off a terrifying effect as it causes the nostrils to vacuum themselves inwards, leaving the lungs feeling more deflated than when they started. I gasp for air… air comes in but no sound comes out. Has the curse of Idol started already?
Sound flooded in briefly, a slight breeze playing by his ear drum and then it was suddenly vanished and replaced by a dull thud and a slight stinging as the headphone came crashing back down.
*sigh
So that’s all it was? Last time I try and sleep with music on then. Perhaps that’s all this was, a simple balancing act of mind and of matter. Clearly, Idol was trying to infiltrate the mind, but when you are already out of your mind, what does it matter?
There was something about the dream though that was perplexing; it had been a lot like my state of awaking. However, there were no head phones. There were no curtains either to block out the sunlight. At least if there were, I had no way of knowing it. Movement was impossible, even breathing didn’t seem to be my own in it.
Perhaps, this was something of a sign. In order for me to beat Idol and break this little charade of his, I will have to stop him at the source. No matter what happens in the ring, it only seems right to strip him of his crown of thorns and show the world that he is no idol, he is merely a mortal that has fallen from grace and suffered the consequences accordingly.
Choosing Dead Idol as a target though, had not been a survival instinct, it had been partially to extract Idol’s instincts from him. Swing for the fences, because it’s the home runs that get talked about years afterwards. Idol, although a double champion, had turned out to be Midas, but with one fatal twist, everything he touched seemed to die.
Maybe this was about my survival instinct then, seeing if I could survive the curse that Idol is. Whether we like to admit it or not, we are all heretics with a bit of a God complex, wishing to have that infinite power while still never acknowledging that it had ever even existed before, as if it was a secret that only existed in the mind.
Largely, I was disappointed by the decision to kill the hardcore title. A title, regardless of how inferior of one, would have gotten me back into the record books that I had been removed from. It was a starting point, a light at the end of the tunnel, and now it had vanished leaving only darkness.
I’m alone in the darkness, seemingly paralyzed. No sound is emitted, nor is there any to hear. Attempting to breathe in the smells gives off a terrifying effect as it causes the nostrils to vacuum themselves inwards, leaving the lungs feeling more deflated than when they started. I gasp for air… air comes in but no sound comes out. Has the curse of Idol started already?
Sound flooded in briefly, a slight breeze playing by his ear drum and then it was suddenly vanished and replaced by a dull thud and a slight stinging as the headphone came crashing back down.
*sigh
So that’s all it was? Last time I try and sleep with music on then. Perhaps that’s all this was, a simple balancing act of mind and of matter. Clearly, Idol was trying to infiltrate the mind, but when you are already out of your mind, what does it matter?
There was something about the dream though that was perplexing; it had been a lot like my state of awaking. However, there were no head phones. There were no curtains either to block out the sunlight. At least if there were, I had no way of knowing it. Movement was impossible, even breathing didn’t seem to be my own in it.
Perhaps, this was something of a sign. In order for me to beat Idol and break this little charade of his, I will have to stop him at the source. No matter what happens in the ring, it only seems right to strip him of his crown of thorns and show the world that he is no idol, he is merely a mortal that has fallen from grace and suffered the consequences accordingly.
