Posted by THEY; IT on March 31, 2009, 9:59 pm
Message modified by board administrator April 17, 2009, 9:03 pm

Dear Residents, Did you think you owned me? Did you truly think your power was so innocent? Did you not see what it made you? No. You were children with toys, but now see how your eyes are opened! Did you not stop to think I may be able to take as easily as I give? Oh but you did. But you continued to use my power anyway, because like a fire you are drawn to my light, no matter how destructive. Now, children, see what your greed has earned you. Like puppets I controlled you - each of you - with flawless expertise. The minute you breathed of this place, you became my prisoner. And with each drink of your Element, as you grew 'stronger', you made yourself more my slave, until you and I were One. Did you think your understanding of your Element grew stronger because you willed it so? No! So delicately did I drink of your soul that you did not realize, until this moment, how poisoned your precious gift was. And now, in my ultimate triumph, I take from you your Guardians - your weak Relics - and I take from you your Keepers, whom you saw as enemies. They were merely acolytes of the very power you draw. Don't you see? Maybe, or maybe not. It matters little now. For as Their blood forges me whole, so I rip from each of you the power you have so eagerly taken advantage of since the day you and I met. You will find no comfort in the raw, brutal wrath of 'your' element now - the winds shall claw your hair and the fire burn your skin; the earth will crumble beneath your feet and the waters roar to choke you. Your control of it was only ever as strong as I desired it to be. I have given, and now... now I am taking. You have all been such obedient servants that it really is a shame you all have to die. Perhaps I will spare a few of you so that you can lead a pathetic resistance against me in the future. Maybe I'll even bring back a familiar face, for irony's sake. But until then, this is farewell; if you can outrun me, you can live. Yours Truly, The Quintessent

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