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(OOC: Time for me to join the fray, though the style and feel are way different then before, I love the direction, uber creative guys)
Another figure strode purposely upon the field, then hesitating for a moment, continued. He knew the battle would be here, he knew when it would be, and he knew who would arrive. He knew, pretty much everything.. He was just a little unsure of what it was he knew..
He was the master seer of the infinte possibilities, and he already knew who would win of course.. His showing up was as pre-ordained as the sun and the stars.. Maybe.. The sun and stars may go away, and the battle may not have happened, but that was the trouble with knowing an infinite amount of things.. Well that and the headaches.
His name today was Burt.. And he was dressed in his favorite blue robe, the kind that covered your feet but you didnt trip on when you weren't looking. Burt would trip today on something, he just wasn't sure what. He had decided to wear his favorite robe anyway.
Bending down he decided to strike the first, or last blow in this battle. He retrieved from his robe a silver fork, and stuck it pointy end up in the hard soil. Someone would fall on the fork and it would hurt them very badly.. Burt just didnt know who..
He waited, and hoped the headache would go away soon.
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
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