Post by anna on Apr 25, 2021 20:44:34 GMT -5
Breathe in through the nose and out through the mouth.
Keep the breath deep, but don't force it.
Acknowledge your thoughts, but don't plunge forward into them. Not now.
Back straight, eyelids lowered, chin tucked slightly.
Meditation isn't something we've never mastered. We never had the patience for it. But it seems the proper time to do it now. When one lives in a world of violence and blood with flesh getting burned off, it's helpful to keep certain checks and balances. The Prime takes lead on this. She says nothing, looks upon our blurred forms, and gives only the slightest nod of aknowledgement when we speak. It isn't the time for talking. As a matter of fact, we need less noise. And if there's anybody that knows how to do silence, it's him.
Even in his state, he watches. He has his concerns. We are the Universe. We are All. We are Eternal. We must remember this. We must embrace this and it's so hard. It's so hard. It's so hard hard hard hard. We need to break the rust off of some of our skills because everything is just going to get that much tougher. Ascension is key and you take it in any form you get it.
A hand reaches for ours. And the stars call us home.
________
Daniel MacNamara.
It's an odd thing to start a letter to one man with another man's name. But in this case, it's kind of a necessity. How he earned his belts, his reaction to it, and a question is what led us to this little song and dance. Daniel MacNamara got one eye plucked out, a finger wrenched off, and two title belts. Most would celebrate the titles while grousing about losing body parts. Some would consider the loss of the parts a worthy sacrifice to the rather fickle god of Glory. But he didn't "celebrate" in either of those ways. Instead, he did what he tends to do when he's built up stuff a certain way in his head and things don't go the ways he wants them to. He had a little bit of a mental breakdown.
We know there's people that think that was weakness. We know you do, Bryan. At least to a certain degree with what you retweeting parts of that breakdown when he ended up accepting his role, however grudgingly. Everybody has their viewpoints on the situation and both us and you would have two of the most prominent perches to watch it all from. After all, you are Miles Lucky's sensei. The chicken masked, glitch aesthetic, murder Kenobi to his pigeon headed, multiple choice past, lunatic Skywalker. And us? We never taught Doggo to fight. But we fill some sort of fucked up role in his life.
We know--as well as one outside would--the mindset of Doggo. He's an individual filled with strange kinks, even stranger dreams, and the ability to succeed at the absolutely worst of times. We could expand on this more, but we won't.
After all, it would be damn stupid of us to give you more ammo at our expense.
________
Something is trying to open. There is a voice we've heard before. It goes a little something like this.
The Hellcats are dead.
The Hellcats are dead and we have killed them. We killed them the moment we asked for even the smallest amount of respect. Like, hey, maybe stop treating me like garbage. Stop treating me like I'm lesser than because you know I'm not. And when they refused that request, we wiped our ass with that refusal. Oh, darling, you were doing it all wrong! There was no point in trying to take them down from the outside. You kill them from within! You kill their drive! You kill their passion! You kill every dumb thought in their head by being better amongst their own ranks!
We would never vocalize this. It would break the poor Skull Kids' heart.
________
Here's the thing about your little "randoms" comment towards us. It...didn't make us angry.
In fact, as you noted, we were initially confused because anybody who saw the tweets before Danny asked and we accepted knew exactly what this was. It wasn't the Union Battleground Double Champ asking a random person to fight him. He wasn't addressing us as a member of Union's roster, even though we are. He was addressing us as (DA-DADA-DAAAAA) the DTW Champion which, in turn, carries a different connotation. Even if he did think this up because our dear buddy Laughlin gave a wink and nudge to Miles when he thought he could defeat us. Another wrestling fan's potential wet dream turned to limp dick status.
But after some thinking and Firebug's nudging, we realized you had some a point. If only because you were thinking about Union by itself where nobody could possibly hurt it. In that context, you're right. We would be the worse combatant to face off in Danny's first real defense for the highest prize in the Playground. After all, we're not afraid to admit our record in Union so far is dogshit. And you made a point of that too with your whole "but Danny already beat you lol" rebuttal.
Then again, our record everywhere in 2020 was dogshit. Not to mention that by the time you and us do battle, our loss to him will be almost EIGHT MONTHS OLD. On one hand, it seems like such a short amount of time. On the other, do you realise what can change during the course of eight months? By nine months or roundabouts, human larva are strong enough to burst out of their broodmare's stomach and cause all kinds of chaos. At least we think that's how it works. Why do you humans insist on taping a child covered in blood and guts and their traumatized maternal equivalent?
________
For fuck's sake. There it is again.
Ever since last year when the question was first posed to us, the thought pops up at least once a month. One of us entertains it in some form, taking turns to babysit the notion. We are, technically speaking, a mother. But never in that fashion. Nobody ever lasted long enough for that to become a thing in our head. But now that the impossible has become possible, the stork of possibility comes by and says "well, what about this, then?" Some consider the proposition. Others abhor it. A few looked back at the past with thousand yard stares and ponder how it could work or why it never would. And then, we gather and come to a decision. The same procedure as every month, James.
We will not rush such things.
We will not push him into such things.
If we can, then we will. But we refuse to be desperate.
It happens when it happens. In the meantime, piss off.
That bird isn't deterred by the arguments though. He brushes off his feathers, tips his cap, and says "see you next time!" as we drag his avian ass back into the closet. We lock the door. We replace the lock with deadbolts. We hammer crisscrossed planks into the door. It doesn't matter. He always escapes right on schedule just as consistent and annoying as Aunt Flo. And the sad part is one day, we will cave because fighting the same battle against the same opponent way too often is boring as well as utterly tiresome. Especially with him being Missus' minion.
But this ain't the month, chief. Now go away.
________
Our point is that even in your context, your argument is...well, kinda lame. But that's okay, chickenman.
First thing's first.
While we have high goals, we also know that one must get there one step at a time. One day at a time. One battle at a time. Which is exactly why when you decided to cause a huge ker-fluffle, we said "fair enough, we'll fight Emery". The strange part is that we weren't even thinking about you losing to Emery Layton when we said it. That didn't even cross our mind until in between snipes on Kimitsu, you say "I don't care about Emery beating me". It's a funny thing to say when nobody really mentioned it. It's almost as if you actually do care. And you know what, Bryan?
You should.
You should be pissed that somebody that you consider weaker than you beat your ass. At the very least, it should light a fire in your soul. Because even though we both have been around long enough to know the totem pole of clout doesn't mean a thing between bells and we know theoretically that anybody can win against anybody on any given night, it still hits the ego a bit different when the theory becomes reality when we're high off our own bullshit!
Some people'll snicker behind your back, others will make excuses. It was a bad night, a lucky move, his laces were untied. Most of those situations, you can shrug off because if the person in question is as shit as you think? They'll crumble at the next opportunity. And if you're as good as you think, another opportunity will pop up without you doing a thing. But screeching "why not me?" and snapping within eyesight of your bosses, seen and unseen, is desperation creeping through.
We can't even fault you for that, Bryan. Because we've been there, done that, and bought the shirt. The good news is it's a pattern. With some time and some struggle, you can get out of it.
The bad news is we're in your way.
The first step in re-establishing yourself as a force to be reckoned with in Union Battleground is this match. Because of the whole mentality that created this, you have the most to lose here. We have the ability, the opportunity, and the courage to go from zero to hero. Do you really think we're not going to take that? How stupid would we be? Sure, if we lose, we always have the option of dusting off and starting from the bottom again. We're not afraid of that one bit. Yet it seems like the perfect time with the perfect opponent to make our move.
See ya out there, Extra Crispy.
Keep the breath deep, but don't force it.
Acknowledge your thoughts, but don't plunge forward into them. Not now.
Back straight, eyelids lowered, chin tucked slightly.
Meditation isn't something we've never mastered. We never had the patience for it. But it seems the proper time to do it now. When one lives in a world of violence and blood with flesh getting burned off, it's helpful to keep certain checks and balances. The Prime takes lead on this. She says nothing, looks upon our blurred forms, and gives only the slightest nod of aknowledgement when we speak. It isn't the time for talking. As a matter of fact, we need less noise. And if there's anybody that knows how to do silence, it's him.
Even in his state, he watches. He has his concerns. We are the Universe. We are All. We are Eternal. We must remember this. We must embrace this and it's so hard. It's so hard. It's so hard hard hard hard. We need to break the rust off of some of our skills because everything is just going to get that much tougher. Ascension is key and you take it in any form you get it.
A hand reaches for ours. And the stars call us home.
________
Daniel MacNamara.
It's an odd thing to start a letter to one man with another man's name. But in this case, it's kind of a necessity. How he earned his belts, his reaction to it, and a question is what led us to this little song and dance. Daniel MacNamara got one eye plucked out, a finger wrenched off, and two title belts. Most would celebrate the titles while grousing about losing body parts. Some would consider the loss of the parts a worthy sacrifice to the rather fickle god of Glory. But he didn't "celebrate" in either of those ways. Instead, he did what he tends to do when he's built up stuff a certain way in his head and things don't go the ways he wants them to. He had a little bit of a mental breakdown.
We know there's people that think that was weakness. We know you do, Bryan. At least to a certain degree with what you retweeting parts of that breakdown when he ended up accepting his role, however grudgingly. Everybody has their viewpoints on the situation and both us and you would have two of the most prominent perches to watch it all from. After all, you are Miles Lucky's sensei. The chicken masked, glitch aesthetic, murder Kenobi to his pigeon headed, multiple choice past, lunatic Skywalker. And us? We never taught Doggo to fight. But we fill some sort of fucked up role in his life.
We know--as well as one outside would--the mindset of Doggo. He's an individual filled with strange kinks, even stranger dreams, and the ability to succeed at the absolutely worst of times. We could expand on this more, but we won't.
After all, it would be damn stupid of us to give you more ammo at our expense.
________
Something is trying to open. There is a voice we've heard before. It goes a little something like this.
The Hellcats are dead.
The Hellcats are dead and we have killed them. We killed them the moment we asked for even the smallest amount of respect. Like, hey, maybe stop treating me like garbage. Stop treating me like I'm lesser than because you know I'm not. And when they refused that request, we wiped our ass with that refusal. Oh, darling, you were doing it all wrong! There was no point in trying to take them down from the outside. You kill them from within! You kill their drive! You kill their passion! You kill every dumb thought in their head by being better amongst their own ranks!
We would never vocalize this. It would break the poor Skull Kids' heart.
________
Here's the thing about your little "randoms" comment towards us. It...didn't make us angry.
In fact, as you noted, we were initially confused because anybody who saw the tweets before Danny asked and we accepted knew exactly what this was. It wasn't the Union Battleground Double Champ asking a random person to fight him. He wasn't addressing us as a member of Union's roster, even though we are. He was addressing us as (DA-DADA-DAAAAA) the DTW Champion which, in turn, carries a different connotation. Even if he did think this up because our dear buddy Laughlin gave a wink and nudge to Miles when he thought he could defeat us. Another wrestling fan's potential wet dream turned to limp dick status.
But after some thinking and Firebug's nudging, we realized you had some a point. If only because you were thinking about Union by itself where nobody could possibly hurt it. In that context, you're right. We would be the worse combatant to face off in Danny's first real defense for the highest prize in the Playground. After all, we're not afraid to admit our record in Union so far is dogshit. And you made a point of that too with your whole "but Danny already beat you lol" rebuttal.
Then again, our record everywhere in 2020 was dogshit. Not to mention that by the time you and us do battle, our loss to him will be almost EIGHT MONTHS OLD. On one hand, it seems like such a short amount of time. On the other, do you realise what can change during the course of eight months? By nine months or roundabouts, human larva are strong enough to burst out of their broodmare's stomach and cause all kinds of chaos. At least we think that's how it works. Why do you humans insist on taping a child covered in blood and guts and their traumatized maternal equivalent?
________
For fuck's sake. There it is again.
Ever since last year when the question was first posed to us, the thought pops up at least once a month. One of us entertains it in some form, taking turns to babysit the notion. We are, technically speaking, a mother. But never in that fashion. Nobody ever lasted long enough for that to become a thing in our head. But now that the impossible has become possible, the stork of possibility comes by and says "well, what about this, then?" Some consider the proposition. Others abhor it. A few looked back at the past with thousand yard stares and ponder how it could work or why it never would. And then, we gather and come to a decision. The same procedure as every month, James.
We will not rush such things.
We will not push him into such things.
If we can, then we will. But we refuse to be desperate.
It happens when it happens. In the meantime, piss off.
That bird isn't deterred by the arguments though. He brushes off his feathers, tips his cap, and says "see you next time!" as we drag his avian ass back into the closet. We lock the door. We replace the lock with deadbolts. We hammer crisscrossed planks into the door. It doesn't matter. He always escapes right on schedule just as consistent and annoying as Aunt Flo. And the sad part is one day, we will cave because fighting the same battle against the same opponent way too often is boring as well as utterly tiresome. Especially with him being Missus' minion.
But this ain't the month, chief. Now go away.
________
Our point is that even in your context, your argument is...well, kinda lame. But that's okay, chickenman.
First thing's first.
While we have high goals, we also know that one must get there one step at a time. One day at a time. One battle at a time. Which is exactly why when you decided to cause a huge ker-fluffle, we said "fair enough, we'll fight Emery". The strange part is that we weren't even thinking about you losing to Emery Layton when we said it. That didn't even cross our mind until in between snipes on Kimitsu, you say "I don't care about Emery beating me". It's a funny thing to say when nobody really mentioned it. It's almost as if you actually do care. And you know what, Bryan?
You should.
You should be pissed that somebody that you consider weaker than you beat your ass. At the very least, it should light a fire in your soul. Because even though we both have been around long enough to know the totem pole of clout doesn't mean a thing between bells and we know theoretically that anybody can win against anybody on any given night, it still hits the ego a bit different when the theory becomes reality when we're high off our own bullshit!
Some people'll snicker behind your back, others will make excuses. It was a bad night, a lucky move, his laces were untied. Most of those situations, you can shrug off because if the person in question is as shit as you think? They'll crumble at the next opportunity. And if you're as good as you think, another opportunity will pop up without you doing a thing. But screeching "why not me?" and snapping within eyesight of your bosses, seen and unseen, is desperation creeping through.
We can't even fault you for that, Bryan. Because we've been there, done that, and bought the shirt. The good news is it's a pattern. With some time and some struggle, you can get out of it.
The bad news is we're in your way.
The first step in re-establishing yourself as a force to be reckoned with in Union Battleground is this match. Because of the whole mentality that created this, you have the most to lose here. We have the ability, the opportunity, and the courage to go from zero to hero. Do you really think we're not going to take that? How stupid would we be? Sure, if we lose, we always have the option of dusting off and starting from the bottom again. We're not afraid of that one bit. Yet it seems like the perfect time with the perfect opponent to make our move.
See ya out there, Extra Crispy.