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I'm reading MDA
Aug. 1st, 2023 05:00 amWait, Blood is Mine got a sequel? Oh I am never going to shut up about this.
There are so many parts that I just want to quote entirely, but I'll settle for this spectacular rant directed to the protagonist:
"YOU COVET, BUT YOU DO NOT TAKE. YOU DESIRE, BUT YOU DO NOT ACHIEVE. YOU CAN'T. YOU ARE INCAPABLE. YOU ARE BROKEN. YOU WHIMPER AND ROT, A HOLLOW HUSK PROPPED UP IN FRONT OF A COMPUTER WHILE THE WORLD PASSES YOU BY. WHEN YOU CAN HELP IT YOU BLAME SOCIETY; WHEN YOU CANNOT HELP IT YOU BLAME YOURSELF. YOU COULD BE ME. YOU COULD BE THIS POWERFUL BUT YOU ARE HELPLESS. YOU ARE MADE HELPLESS. YOU HAVE AMBITION BUT IT IS STIFLED BY YOU AND WHAT THEY MADE YOU AND WHAT THEY'VE DONE TO YOU. YOU ARE A TURTLE PLACED IN THE ROAD AND IT MAKES ME MISERABLE TO WATCH YOU CRAWL ACROSS THE ASPHALT ONE SECOND AT A TIME. THE MORE I UNDERSTAND ABOUT YOU PLAIRE STEVENS THE MORE I WANT YOU TO BE SOMEONE ELSE ENTIRELY. ANYONE. YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED NUMEROUS BOONS IN SHORT SUCCESSION AND YOU HAVE EARNED NONE OF THEM. YOU ARE BOTH INCREDIBLY LUCKY AND TREMENDOUSLY UNLUCKY, YOURSELF AN INFURIATING PARADOX UPON WHICH SO MUCH NOW HANGS IN THE BALANCE. YOU ARE FIT TO BE PITIED AND I HAVE NONE TO GIVE YOU. YOU DON'T DESERVE A CHOIR. YOU DON'T DESERVE A MAGIC HOUSE. YOU DON'T DESERVE ALL THESE NEW FRIENDS. YOU HAVE EARNED NOTHING. NONE OF IT WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY BECAUSE YOU KNOW THIS AS WELL. YOU CAN'T EVEN ENJOY IT. YOU DESERVE TO BE PUNCHED IN THE FACE, REPEATEDLY, BY SOMEONE WITH ENORMOUS FISTS. I, HUNGER THE BEAST, FEATURE SUCH FISTS AND I AM STRONG ENOUGH TO BEAR THE RESPONSIBILITY. THE RESPONSIBILITY OF PUNCHING YOU IN THE FACE UNTIL YOUR HEAD EXPLODES AND YOU HAVE DIED."
There are so many parts that I just want to quote entirely, but I'll settle for this spectacular rant directed to the protagonist:
"YOU COVET, BUT YOU DO NOT TAKE. YOU DESIRE, BUT YOU DO NOT ACHIEVE. YOU CAN'T. YOU ARE INCAPABLE. YOU ARE BROKEN. YOU WHIMPER AND ROT, A HOLLOW HUSK PROPPED UP IN FRONT OF A COMPUTER WHILE THE WORLD PASSES YOU BY. WHEN YOU CAN HELP IT YOU BLAME SOCIETY; WHEN YOU CANNOT HELP IT YOU BLAME YOURSELF. YOU COULD BE ME. YOU COULD BE THIS POWERFUL BUT YOU ARE HELPLESS. YOU ARE MADE HELPLESS. YOU HAVE AMBITION BUT IT IS STIFLED BY YOU AND WHAT THEY MADE YOU AND WHAT THEY'VE DONE TO YOU. YOU ARE A TURTLE PLACED IN THE ROAD AND IT MAKES ME MISERABLE TO WATCH YOU CRAWL ACROSS THE ASPHALT ONE SECOND AT A TIME. THE MORE I UNDERSTAND ABOUT YOU PLAIRE STEVENS THE MORE I WANT YOU TO BE SOMEONE ELSE ENTIRELY. ANYONE. YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED NUMEROUS BOONS IN SHORT SUCCESSION AND YOU HAVE EARNED NONE OF THEM. YOU ARE BOTH INCREDIBLY LUCKY AND TREMENDOUSLY UNLUCKY, YOURSELF AN INFURIATING PARADOX UPON WHICH SO MUCH NOW HANGS IN THE BALANCE. YOU ARE FIT TO BE PITIED AND I HAVE NONE TO GIVE YOU. YOU DON'T DESERVE A CHOIR. YOU DON'T DESERVE A MAGIC HOUSE. YOU DON'T DESERVE ALL THESE NEW FRIENDS. YOU HAVE EARNED NOTHING. NONE OF IT WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY BECAUSE YOU KNOW THIS AS WELL. YOU CAN'T EVEN ENJOY IT. YOU DESERVE TO BE PUNCHED IN THE FACE, REPEATEDLY, BY SOMEONE WITH ENORMOUS FISTS. I, HUNGER THE BEAST, FEATURE SUCH FISTS AND I AM STRONG ENOUGH TO BEAR THE RESPONSIBILITY. THE RESPONSIBILITY OF PUNCHING YOU IN THE FACE UNTIL YOUR HEAD EXPLODES AND YOU HAVE DIED."
