Facade

Hello.

I have watched your banter long enough.

Useless dramatics.

If you wish to play my game, I ask that you play by the rule.

Yes.

There is only one.

If you are in the Darkness, you may speak of It.

If you are not, do not.

Do not.

DO NOT.

Do you believe I speak of the Darkness without understanding its nature?

Do you believe the Darkness is a concept of my own creation, one that I have not fully defined?

Do you believe I am not aware when you speak of the Darkness, yet have not even the faintest of inklings of what it means to be within It?

Silence yourself.

Or be silenced.

I give you but one chance. Speak out of turn about the nature of the Unknown Darkness and your words will be heard no longer.

I need speak no names.

Those who have spoken falsehoods are aware of themselves.

I can taste your lies.

5 Responses to “Facade”

  1. WhateverYouLike Says:

    Mr.WellDone, you have created a game and people want to join in.

  2. Ah, Mr. Welldone has returned to grace us with another entry…

    Sir, aren’t you supposed to be out bringing silence to the world? You don’t feel your limiting your horizons a little by threatening a couple of the kids who frequent your blog? At any rate, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and such things were always to be expected from the moment you set forth your rather flamboyant persona…

  3. It might be considered self-centered of me to assume that he’s also talking about my Nukiness, but in any case, if that IS the case…
    Suck it, Welldone. What are you going to do about it? Come on. Send your darkness after me if it bothers you so much that people actually think I’m right and you’re silly.

    I apologize, in advance. In my immature moments, I enjoy gloating. Part of my wonderful humanity.

    Silly silly man.

    Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go hunt some beetles.

  4. Mr. Sleep actually moderated out my comments! Bad form. Once again, Mr. Welldone, I truly appreciate your allowance of my presence. No matter what anyone says about you, I still think you must have a semblance of a sense of humor. Kudos, sir.

  5. Hello.

    Predictable.

    Naught but silence as a response and all violators reveal themselves.

    My domain is not a playing field for the witless imaginings of gamins.

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