Post by The Gambler on Aug 14, 2015 20:06:44 GMT
Exiled. Cast out of society, abandoned, left to rot. Might as well be dead, in this state. Nothing except the clothes on my back. I was a genius, respected, adored even. But they disagreed with me, said my experiments were too dangerous, too unstable. Well, they don't have my secrets. I knew this day would come. They think I was unstable then? I can show them dangerous now.
They will know my name, and now I do not care if they love me, hate me, or fear me. But they will know me. An army of one mind, one voice, one spirit. But not just one body. Even if I fall, I will exist forever. They will learn to accept me, or be utterly broken down as I return.
I have just one question left, that nobody except I can answer.
Who am I?
