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[ At first, there's no audio -- just a particularly gruesome video repeated, over and over without sound. At some point during the broadcast, a voice like age-old gravels begins its narration. ]

Human nature at it's finest.

[ The drunks falls and retches as the door shuts. The one speaking sounds speculative at best, and indifferent at worst. ]

One can only wonder at the purpose of such a display. For what reason were we created if our inclination is towards destruction?

[ As he speaks, the video shows the Unhinged tearing the man apart. ]

Which is the greater monster -- the creature of the Dark? Or is it the individuals who provided it with its prey?
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To those of you who have lived for more than a century --

What is the purpose of a father or creator?
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[ The sun has finally set, and when the video opens, its to the pitch black gloom of a decaying city from a rooftop in Sector One. Monsters rove the streets in packs, each more grotesque than the last, and it seems as though the one recording them is only all too fascinated with their destructive capabilities.

Finally, a voice like age-old gravel addresses the scene below, a dark silhouette only just now made visible as he perches on the edge of a rooftop. ]


The world unwinds again.

[ He gestures with a clawed hand, his tone only growing darker the longer than he speaks. ]

Forever lending itself to chaos and destruction, not even the souls of the damned have a say in what manner they are to exist.

Humanity's struggle against the tide of time is pointless, a meaningless effort that bears only the light of death, the inevitable end of a once untainted world. As worthless as they are destructive, their existence is but a cancer.

[ A dark shape drops down suddenly, attempting to latch onto the speaker. Jerking about, his eyes glowing a blistering white, he all but tears the Death Squid off him, its body ripped to shreds by a powerful unseen force.

Turning his gaze towards the NV, there's an almost mad sort of gleam there, a fury that will not abate. ]


You have twenty-four hours before I raze this city to the ground.

Fight me, if you dare.

[ He vanishes then, and the feed cuts off. ]


[ ooc: Another for the 7DS Plot, Proxy One has been hit with Wrath. Obviously, he won't actually get to destroy the city (Alucard will stop him, I think), but if you want to encounter a wrathful Proxy? Just be warned, he won't be playing nice. ]
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[ The feed opens, a sliver of broken light filtering down into a narrow alley, largely left in shadow. The resin of darkness is thick in the night air, almost pulsing with malignancy as sounds of the already dead break the stillness with distant shrieks.

And yet it does not phase him, a faint outline of red molded against the dark. Two pinpricks of light shine, but coldly from where he sits, leaning against crumbling brick wall, his features largely obscured. ]


The truth.

[ The voice is soft but clear, a coarse resonance like age-old gravel. ]

Ever since the world began, it has been a thing greatly sought after. For ages long, men have questioned, seeking with all diligence the hows and whys of creation. They have traveled far, leaving all else behind, for the answers they so ardently desire. Desperate to know, desperate to see, they've torn themselves and their worlds apart, sought counsel from the very gods, and still come away dissatisfied.

[ He turns his head, a piercing weight to that eerie stare. ]

Tell me, Siren's Port. What is your truth?

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