A cold, dark, lifeless world it now has become. Masses despretly looking for life in green paper, useless green paper that could be more easily burnt than earned. Messes taking advantage of one another, but everyone understands why they do that, in this cold and lifeless world, they do it because that is the only way to survive. Kill or be killed is not the right phrase to use for this type of living, it is more like go with the flow and just hope that one day you will enter a more elite stream then all the others that you would leave behind upon entering.
The masses don't object because they don't think, and when some of the masses think they also conclude the the mob will never go with it. Only one with power can twist and turn the masses, only one who has alot of force and nothing else can turn the eyes of the masses in a new direction. But that power needs to build weilded carefuly, once the masses lose directon they become very fragile and must be acted upon quickly and with wit. It dosen't take wit to turn the eyes of the masses, but it takes wit to guide the eyes in the right direction, the direction they should have been going all these years but the strength of the mob kept them straight in a corrupted line. The person to guide the masses in a new direction is me, the one who will guide them like Noah guided the animals and we will both be guiding them to the same place, a civilized and non corrupted world.
*this is not my actual opinion, it is actualy a note for a game and I was hoping to get feedback*
Stepping on the burnt bodies of the fallen, I wonder what it would have been like if I had taken the horns of the masses and turned it in the right direction like I had planned. Millions of lives could have been saved and nutured if I had learned the feelings of them properly, but once you become one in the mass, you can never leave it. I started my leadership in small towns and they first lifted their heads like cattle who have just heard a gn shot while eating, a confused look, one of curiosity but also some unwillingness. The masses in those towns took some time but after I taught them that the green paper they hoarded was not valuable they become my followers and a more powerful tool to help fully turn the direction of the masses.
I took them to bigger and bigger places until I went into a city with my followers, that was a mistake... The demons from high above the masses looked down apon me for the first time in their simple, and exploiting lives. Quickly they gathered and considered me a threat. They gathered their masses and put them agianst mine, their mercenaries agianst my free thinkers.
The battle was not the best that could have happpened, only half my masses had adequate supplies and the rest were sent to get more weapons. I sent 100 of the masses out, and only 30 came back, the missing masses were uncalled for since all in one group were missing. But that was only the begining of my troubles.
We were out in the woods, we gathered wire and tapped into the electrical lines closest to us for warmth and light. It was snowing that night when all of the sudden one of the masses on nightwatch called out that they saw a low flying plane, we didn't know what to make of it so we waited for more information. There was never anymore information for that nightwatch because the plane came swiftly and left swiftly, leaving behind gallons of napalm. Most were not too inteligent and tried wiping the horrid mixture off, only to find it spread on their other hand and screams of horror were heard everywhere. I was lucky in that I resided in a house made of metal and it was dug partly into the ground so I survived, but my foot was burned off by that horrid mixture when it came in through my door way. I waited for an hour until I was sure everything had stopped burning and made a crutch for myself so I could assess the damadge.
