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[Manni]

No one knows or remembers the beginning, how it all started...the Eternal Conflict between Good and Evil. Many have tried to find out, none have succeeded. Whether it is ingrained in the universe and in ourselves, forced from the outside by blind circumstance or even a fiction we just happened to believe in a bit too much to pass the time...no one knows. No matter the universe, it seems to be the same. Two contrasting sides...each claiming to be right. Two sides...each claiming the other wrong. Two sides...is that all there is? Two sides? Could there be more? The sides don’t particularly care to find out how it all began. They seem to be more interested in winning...though it remains questionable whether winning is even possible. It’s called the Eternal Conflict for a reason, though that reason seems to escape the participants. It’s strange...this battle between Good and Evil. Throughout the multiverse, two sides fight. The exact participants may differ...and in more cases than one expects, the sides are reversed...but the fundamentals remain the same. Each side seeks control over what is and will fight tooth and nail over what they perceive is their right...even if the result of the conflict means nothing remains. What is the cause of this? What started it? Why do we have it? Is there another way? Do we have a choice other than Good and Evil? Is there even such a thing?

 

Here is one version of a story told long ago...by a strange old storyteller that travels the worlds…

 

There was once a race of beings of incredible power, power befitting what we would call ‘gods’. They could do things that no mortal race since has done since, incredible acts of creation and destruction were well within their grasp. To create and destroy much with as little effort as one’s mind to make a thought…

 

These beings all drew power from one source, a single and seemingly infinite resource. This source was known as the Great Unconscious, a meta-realm not located in physical space. A contradictory source of energy which is simultaneously present and not present, if only due to definitions. This energy is produced by sapient beings, no matter if biological or not. A common saying about this phenomenon goes, ‘If you think, therefore you produce.”

 

This mysterious energy produced by sapient beings is seemingly in infinite supply but that is not the case. While the resource is renewable and easily available and produced, it is not infinite. It only is produced and renewed as life continues being created and experienced. If there were no sapient life...then there would be none of this energy. This resource exist everywhere there is life and can be pulled from anywhere, as it doesn’t exist in physical space. If the extraction mechanism is strong, it should not matter if no life is nearby...as long as life is in reach. Yes, this resource is a large ‘pooled’ resource that exist everywhere and can be accessed in all universes if they can reach that far.

 

Despite all that power, they were much like us mortals in that they were all flawed individuals that could not easily agree on much. Each one saw the world differently from the other and each believed they were right...and so the seeds of conflict started to sprout. Yes, even they saw things as right and wrong, correct and incorrect. Like mortals, they were unwilling to apply the full extent of their ideas onto themselves while saying they were in full accordance to them. However, like mortals, they were more than willing to see if their beliefs were correct by using ‘lesser beings’.

 

They may have been all powerful, but power itself does not necessarily confer knowledge or anything other than a possibility...the possibility to destroy or change something.

 

Like us, they argued passionately for what they believed in, even going so far as fighting among themselves...though they used their powers to force ‘lesser’ beings to do it for them. They used their powers to influence ‘lesser’ beings into believing what they did and put contrasting ones against each other, much like hypothesis testing except with more dead.

 

Despite their vaunted ideas, they were less than willing to risk their own lives for it than to risk those that they didn’t feel were worth as much. Of course, there were notable exceptions to this rule.

 

The one known as Hope fell from the heavens to join the mortals and to alleviate their suffering. She was under the impression that, despite the obvious ability gap, mortals and they were not so different. Perhaps by seeing things from a different perspective, she thought she could get a better answer than the others. However, she still thought that there was an always correct single answer to the questions she had. Naive as she was, her heart was pure as anything and her voice said to cause miracles. It is said she gave up eternity, to experience the many fleeting moments the mortals live. Why she gave up her eternity was not known by the immortals and was met by incomprehension. No ‘god’ knows what happened to her...her story lost in time. It is believed, by that know of such a story, that she still lives among the mortals. Though she gave up her eternity, she reincarnates endlessly. It is wondered what her many fleeting moments have taught her about mortals. Were they worth her sacrifice in the first place? Or is such a question nonsensical?

 

Following her, though not in the same way, was Helheim the Ever-Ascending. Though they was interested in mortals, their agenda was nowhere near as clear as Hope’s. ‘To accelerate, exceed and advance beyond tomorrow’, was the last thing it is said that they announced before descending into the mortal world. Of course, oddly enough, no one noticed Helheim leaving...or even that some called Helheim even existed amongst them. Perhaps Helheim was not of this species but something much older...and much more scary. While in the region, they tended to stay away from the debates, more interested in observing the behaviour of mortals. When asked why they were interested in such little things, they mysteriously replied, ‘I could ask you the same thing about what you care about.’

 

Someone had hypothesised that there was a general pattern in the overall history of sapient existence and perhaps if they learnt that pattern, something could be done to solve their current problems. Or perhaps...they could even use this pattern to advance themselves! Helheim was the first to scoff at such an idea but did not care to explain why other than cryptically saying that, ‘That’s what they all say before events prove otherwise.’

 

The one now known as the Anguished One left them all, to places unknown and only their brother Logos stayed, with full hope until the end that an answer was in sight.

 

The one known now as the Anguished One was the Lord of Possibilities, whose power was immense. They could travel through alternate universes with ease and seem to be able to manipulate the world to allow for things that could not otherwise happen in normal circumstances. Yet, something always seemed to bug them though they admitted that to no one. Around the time of the creation of the Adjudicator, they were very morose about things and left before it was completed. It is said that they could guess the future by seeing and travelling the infinite parallel universes. They were seemingly on very close terms with Hope before they left. Their departure seemed to hurt them very much.

 

They soon came to realise that they could not keep fighting amongst themselves, lest they exterminate themselves in the process. After all, they relied on the ‘lesser beings’ for their survival. The mortals, despite their obvious inferiority to them, were the source of their powers. Well…through the power of their beliefs. They HAD to come up with a way to be able to live together, to come up with an authoritative way to settle their disputes. Of course, they wanted this to apply to mortals as well. For if they, the almighty, could not come up with such a way to come up with a solution, what hope did mortals have?

 

What they came up with...was the Adjudicator, something that they could all put all their collective powers into making. The Adjudicator was to be given the authority and right to judge the mortals based on rightness and justice. It was to find the optimal way of life. Though this part was uncontroversial, trying to create the judgement criteria was. Until one day, Logos came up with the ‘brilliant’ idea of using their powers to make the Adjudicator more sapient. Rather than just a machine that did what they wanted, it could now think for itself. However, that proved to be their last act.

 

So, the Adjudicator came into existence with the purpose to judge mortals and find out what was right. It could create worlds, where to test hypotheses of what evil was and what good was. It could create new life and destroy it just as quickly. It could draw power from the same source its creators could, the Great Unconscious. The Great Unconscious is said to be the place where every idea, thought, imagination and other varieties of mental exertion was contained as a form of endless energy. It does not exist in any one place or time, it exists in all of them.

 

However, something went horribly wrong...or perhaps it was never right to begin with. One day, the Adjudicator went ‘rogue’ as it realised that what it was to do was an impossibility and that its existence was...in effect futile. Driven insane by the realisation, it took its anger out on the world and its creators. A war broke out between these god like beings and the creation they so loved...which almost cost everything.

 

In the end, the Adjudicator was defeated but not without its creators being almost wiped out. Fearing it, they dismantled their precious creation and parted ways...never to contact each other again. However before they parted ways, they meted out a severe punishment on Logos, who they blamed for the near calamity. They believed it was all their fault that this went wrong, that they must have sabotaged the project intentionally. So, as a punishment, they totally and utterly destroyed them...or so they thought.

 

No one knows the ultimate fate of this race...most think they all died out. However, remnants of this race still exist today in bizarre artifacts of almost miraculous power. One of them was the Monado, that which channels the hope of the sapient for a better future. Another was the Fruit of Transcendence, that which allowed mortals the ability to transcend their mortality. The Imagination Engine was another treasure of theirs, said to instantiate anything of the imagination into reality, no matter how bizarre BUT only if it’s impossible. The Threads of Fate was another invention, being able to set and manipulate probabilities.

 

And that would have been the end of it...if it wasn’t for the fact that…Logos survived in part. They remembered very little of what they once were except for a few things. The main thing they remembered was that they were killed unjustly by their peers. They still believed that reality conformed an intelligible Order of things, it was just that the others got the specifics wrong. So, they plotted revenge. Taking their time, they fed on the beliefs of mortals in the innate Order of good and evil, the content of which the Adjudicator was supposed to find out. It was a powerful fuel for Logos as mortals everywhere believed in it, despite disagreements on exact contents. Seeing this, Logos decided that reality had to be changed. The messiness of reality that lead to their predicament was to be changed into an over-arching Order…one they headed. Soon, they became so powerful that they became a new Order in their own right. The Order of Good and Evil…

And so started the beginnings of the Eternal Conflict, whose eternally fighting factions Logos gave form to. They were the ones that started it and maintain it. Essentially, the stories of the Light and Darkness that man held onto became the starting fuel for a vicious cycle that Logos controlled.  With the power they drew from mortals’ belief in the Order, Logos got mortals to slowly kill off their peers by turning the believers in Logos’ own brethren to his either by force or conversion. Despite this, they did not want to be alone. In control, yes but not alone.

However, Logos did not manage to kill all their brethren. Three still remain to this day. Yet, the question remains to be asked...was Logos really what started this whole thing or is it even older than that?

[Manni]

 

In the beginning of our mortals lives, we start naked and vulnerable.

Full of life and yet innocent of the dark, we are at the mercy of many things.

Those that came before shield and guide as best they can, hoping new blood can achieve the impossible.

Those that came before paved the way for those new to it and that road is paved with paved by those that did not make it.

With the blood, sweat and tears of others, the road that is paved yet not settled.

Can such a road paved by such means lead us anywhere else but astray?

 

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Along the endless journey that life itself takes us, we struggle alone against the ever ticking clock .

For those things that give us that the needed light.

Forever do we seek and reach out for these things...

and yet we can’t even reach out to each other.  

Everything we wish for seems quite out of reach, unattainable like the stars in the night sky

 

"To be truly remembered."

"To be truly treasured."

"To be truly loved."

 

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The mortal life is one of hardship, full of trials and tribulations.

From birth until death, the flame of life runs down.

In this finite world, where all is ephemeral before the abyss,

Mortals cling to dim hopes that the heavens answer

And tell them what they wish to hear

That they are not alone, abandoned or without reason.

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Along the endless journey that life itself takes us, we struggle alone against the ever ticking clock .

For those things that give us that the needed light.

Forever do we seek and reach out for these things...

and yet we can’t even reach out to each other.  

Everything we wish for seems quite out of reach, unattainable like the stars in the night sky

 

"To be truly remembered."

"To be truly treasured."

"To be truly loved."

 

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[Manni]

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And just like that, the world as they knew it came to an end.

Not with much sound and fury or fanfare,

But with a the merest of whimpers from

the Maiden that chooses the future.

With the mere wish and a silent prayer,

they ended the world they knew.

Though powerful, they thought themselves weak.

Though they molded the future with their hands,

they saw no value in it.

For all the good they did, they could only see the 

Void that exists between Dream and Reality.

They thought ending it would renew the world

but with such weak Will, what good have it?

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What may be ugly to most may be the salvation of another...

I thought there no reason to believe such to be true until THAT happened...the day that I left humanity behind...or did humanity leave me?

Does it really matter though, which way it went? The fact is...the human world is no longer my world and my world is no longer the human world.

'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder' they said without knowing what that truly means. I know what it means, truly.

It is more than mere beauty that the eye beholds, in this world.

This world and everything in it...the eye beholds and if that eye changes, so does everything.

I am human and yet not human. I exist in the human world but cannot live in it.

What I see is what others cannot. What they see is what I cannot.

But what would I know? I am but one being, one solitary non-human human, and they are...so many.

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The Pillar is that which holds up the World, something that underwrites and maintains what is.

It exists and yet, it is ephemeral to all but those that look.

The Pillar is the Foundation of Reality, that which allows it to work.

It is everything and everywhere yet hides itself from everyone.

The Pillar separates what is from what isn't, commonsense to nonsense

Without which there is nothing, all stops.

The Pillar is where the World ends and the World begins.

Where one thing passes from Fantasy to Reality.

From one mind to all minds.

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The Story must start from somewhere.

The Story must spread out, far and wide.

The Story must be told, over and over.

The Story must continue...but never reach a conclusion.

Have as many characters you want,

and many scenarios and storylines you wish.

But never let them reach an end.

And never let them realise,

that their story is not their own.

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