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Tenth File. [ backdated to monsterfield! ]
[ After the pod people, the blob, growing unexpectedly, what was next that Mayfield had in store for them?
Monsters.
Monsters.
Well, this ought to be fun. ]
[ Action: Mayfield High. ]
[ Those of you who see her, she may be a little bit off from the person she's been lately. But, it must be because she's so busy, right? After all, she has the concert on top of her projects with her alchemy lessons on the side. Surely she must be okay, right? Well, don't expect her to be too conversational around you if you don't know her too well. ]
[ Action: On the Way Home ]
[ Oh, no! It looks like one of the monsters, specifically a crab has Diana tight in its' pincers! But, wait - was it stopped from its' raging stampede? Well, upon a closer look, Diana has one hand on her hip and her other hand is busy pointing accusingly at the robot. She is not in the mood for these kind of shenanigans! ]
You must have some form of intelligent life in you, so I'll ask you to politely put me back down on my feet. I've no use to you at all. To you, I probably taste bad and you'd get tired of me quickly.
So, put me down. Now.
[ The crab stares at Diana. It doesn't know what to do. Why was a fleshy human bag thing talking to it? SIMPLE CRAB is confused! SIMPLE CRAB hurt itself in its' confusion! What will TRAINER DIANA do?
TRAINER DIANA used PERSUASION! It's super effective! Soon, Simple Crab gently puts Diana down on her feet. ]
Good boy. Now, can you sit for me?
[ Simple Crab sat down like a good crab! It looks like it wants to be scratched! ]
Well... only because you've been a good boy. Don't get any ideas, yeah?
[ Diana approaches the crab and gives it a little scritch on the top of its' head. She seems to be smiling just a bit, too. At least there was something sort of familiar to her in Mayfield.
You may now be promptly weirded out at this. ]
Monsters.
Monsters.
Well, this ought to be fun. ]
[ Action: Mayfield High. ]
[ Those of you who see her, she may be a little bit off from the person she's been lately. But, it must be because she's so busy, right? After all, she has the concert on top of her projects with her alchemy lessons on the side. Surely she must be okay, right? Well, don't expect her to be too conversational around you if you don't know her too well. ]
[ Action: On the Way Home ]
[ Oh, no! It looks like one of the monsters, specifically a crab has Diana tight in its' pincers! But, wait - was it stopped from its' raging stampede? Well, upon a closer look, Diana has one hand on her hip and her other hand is busy pointing accusingly at the robot. She is not in the mood for these kind of shenanigans! ]
You must have some form of intelligent life in you, so I'll ask you to politely put me back down on my feet. I've no use to you at all. To you, I probably taste bad and you'd get tired of me quickly.
So, put me down. Now.
[ The crab stares at Diana. It doesn't know what to do. Why was a fleshy human bag thing talking to it? SIMPLE CRAB is confused! SIMPLE CRAB hurt itself in its' confusion! What will TRAINER DIANA do?
TRAINER DIANA used PERSUASION! It's super effective! Soon, Simple Crab gently puts Diana down on her feet. ]
Good boy. Now, can you sit for me?
[ Simple Crab sat down like a good crab! It looks like it wants to be scratched! ]
Well... only because you've been a good boy. Don't get any ideas, yeah?
[ Diana approaches the crab and gives it a little scritch on the top of its' head. She seems to be smiling just a bit, too. At least there was something sort of familiar to her in Mayfield.
You may now be promptly weirded out at this. ]
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[ SIMPLE CRAB POUTS AND PUTS THE PINCER DOWN. Y U NO LOVE IT. ]
It is, but hey - I'll take what I can get that's at least somewhat close to home.
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[Is she from Europa? Does he finally have a citizen to boss around? But no, she would have recognized him, he's kind of hard to miss, and the Wulfenbach sigil at his neck is prominently displayed...
Huff.]
Honestly, I would almost prefer the grisly tyranny and the invincible bears. At least there was something concrete to fight for, with them. I'd almost feel bad attacking one of these piles of scrap.
[Sorry, Simple Crab. It's not you, it's him.]
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[ Yeaaaah, no. She doesn't recognize you, sorry. :( ]
Well, I'm glad you have your priorities straightened.
[ Simple Crab stares at you with big sad eyes. ]
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Ah. The robots in my world are generally more used for military conquests and outlandish plots. I'm beginning to think my reality is the only one in which peoples of a scientific bent are almost always inherently bad.
[And hey, that doesn't reflect on him as a ruler, okay, this was going on before he was even born.]
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And no one has decided to throw a revolution yet because...?
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[He's not preening.
Really.
Yes he is.]
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Same as mine, but they don't have a programmer that's dictatorial.
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Would you rather have a dictator who builds roads, schools, and hospitals or a group of madmen that fight like wet cats and don't mind destroying the country and murdering the peasantry because they're having a spat over who has the bigger death ray?
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DAMMIT LOGIC. ]
... oh, so you're a benevolent dictator. Good to know. [ But, it doesn't make it better. Or, maybe it does. what are morals and how do I get them. ]
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You must tell me about 'Neo-England'. The England I know was destroyed years prior to my birth and currently exists as scattered island mini countries ruled by Queen Albia out of England Deep, miles under the ocean.
fuuuu i meant to type country instead of world
Oh, now - shush, you. If you behave, I'll give you a treat later.
[ Simple Crab: TREAT? FROM MISTRESS? OH HAPPY DAYS. ]
I apologize, sir. But, you shouldn't try to bring the dead back to life. We all have to return to the earth one day. Although, as far as your problem of organization is concerned, I take it that people are either very dimwitted or just stubborn to change their ways. Have you tried to persuade them otherwise and just try it, see what the benefit is when those sorts of things work and decide on keeping them? Honestly, it shouldn't be hard to do if you have a hint of oratorical skills somewhere in there. And, for your position, I assume you have them, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem.
To answer your question - people were too greedy and didn't give back to the Earth, so the Earth decided to stop supporting them and slowly died out. Though, before that happened, humankind moved to Epyaxa and we've lived there ever since.
Shoosh pap
The problem is not that they are dimwitted or stubborn, the problem is that they are insane. Perhaps I should explain: generally, those in power in my world are gifted with the Spark, a specific type of madness that allows exceptional prowess in most scientific fields but also, obviously, results in insanity in those too weak to learn how to control themselves. This is the majority of the Spark population, unfortunately. Between them and the royals who are desperate to cling to what little power they still possess, it is nigh-impossible to get anything done unless one simply starts enforcing the laws without the preamble of asking for approval. Those in power no longer represent the voice of the people over whom they generally rule, and so it is my job to ignore them, interact with the peasantry on my own, and quash any resulting uprisings that are more a bid for glory from the jilted middle-ruling class than a sincere attempt to raise up the voice of the people. It is like running a kindergarten, frankly -- my job is not to work with them, but to keep them busy long enough to run the country.
And yes, that includes bringing the dead back to life, something the fifty noble families generally abhor among their own because the dead are excluded from matters of succession. Why, by their rules, I shouldn't be in power -- they would honestly rather have a country in chaos than a construct ruler.
And do you know what? That law, I make an exception for. I despite hypocrites even more than I despise those who use the guise of fighting for a people they don't truly care about to wage petty class warfare. Shoving their stupidity and double-standards in their faces enough times might just have the desired results that attempting to be polite and rational never has. Does the fact that I died at the age of fifteen make me a worse ruler? Are my parents truly to be faulted for trying to save at least one of their three sons, even if it meant butchering the two less likely to survive for spare parts? Can other parents be faulted for doing the same, especially in a war-torn country where marauding, masterless creations often wreak havoc on innocent villages, assuming the ruling class administrating said villages isn't already doing it?
[LOOK AT THIS CAN OF WORMS, DIANA. LOOK AT IT.
LOOK AT HOW OPEN IT IS.
FUCK MAN, IT IS SO OPEN, BITCHES DON'T KNOW.]
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... Though, he does bring up several good points. In fact, she can find logic in his argument. After all, she likes order. She likes people being smart instead of dumb and idiotic. In fact, she may even be chuckling in amusement and having a sort of glint in her eyes as she listens to what he had said. Well, now - Mayfield keeps on surprising her over and over again. And the best part?
She likes it. She loves having people to debate with and argue over on a lot of topics. HELLO, SHE LIKES YOU, KLAUS. Do keep on impressing her and she'll come around.
But, for now? Well, it's mostly her just being silent for a moment. And then, she grins. ]
I hadn't realized that there were even more logical people in Mayfield. I must say, sir, that you do bring up several good points and I can see your reasoning behind them.
So, I concede my defeat. Good job. I'm Diana Ethelbert. To whom may I have the pleasure of speaking to?
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Baron Klaus Wulfenbach, Tyrant of Europa. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Ethelbert.
[Handshake?]
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The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Wulfenbach.
[ Sure, let's have a handshake. ]
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[... Simple Crab are you still here
are you still being adorable
Simple Crab y u do]
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[ Simple Crab does not understand your silly politics.
Simple Crab just wants scritches and headpats and to be adorable.
He is accomplishing one third of those. ]
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I am at nearly sixteen months, myself. No wonder you are far less quick to see this current situation as a step down from Mayfield's usual fare.
[SIMPLE CRAB STOP THAT
HE MAY HAVE TO GIVE YOU UNWILLING HEADPATS IF YOU DON'T
OH WELL GOD DAMN HE'S GONE AND DONE IT I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY]
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Actually, I've been briefed on what has gone on so far as far as Mayfield's usual is concerned. I just choose to not be overwhelmed with the surroundings, see who else is in the same situation as I and keep on moving. I plan on not giving in to this town.
[ SIMPLE CRAB IS HAPPY. IT IS VERY HAPPY. IT GIVES YOU A HUG with its' pincers.
don't ask how it works. IT JUST DOES. ]
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he does not do hugs no
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Then you are quite a bit smarter than most people who find themselves here and I must admit to being impressed. I would caution against trying to counter-experiment, however. I... attempted that once. It did not go well.
Could you call off your pet, please?
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Why thank you, and what exactly were your results if I do decide to try that tactic around here?
[...] Yes.
[ STARES at Simple Crab.
Simple Crab stares back and places its' pincer down. It's a good boy, really. ]