(Open) "Drunken" Rambling

(Open) "Drunken" Rambling
Topic Started: Apr 20 2012, 04:46 AM (373 Views)
Pancake Mix	Apr 20 2012, 04:46 AM Post #1
Posts: 377 Group: Members Member #767 Joined: Feb 19, 2012	To Ian's great fortune, a few small bottles of alcohol had been found abandoned on the side of the road. Filching it for himself, he came to a suitably isolated location to enjoy the beverages and blow off steam in general. No, he had no reverence or respect for the dead. Hell, he was leaning against a mausoleum and guzzling down a bottle in a few gulps. Being 14 years old, the effects of the booze were sure to be amusing! Eeeexcept for the fact that Ian was completely uninhibited all the time anyway, so being drunk would do nothing. More relevantly, the stuff was actually rubbing alcohol, just not labeled as such. So he was drinking poison. "This stuff tastes SO bad, oh my fuck. More!" And after a few minutes, that was the end of the rubbing alcohol. Chemistry lesson time. Rubbing alcohol consisted of methanol. Grain alcohol consisted of ethanol. The former is converted into formaldehyde and then various other nasty crap in the liver. 10 milliliters is enough to cause blindness due to damage of the optic nerve, while 50 mL can be fatally toxic. "Am I drunk yet?" Ian, of course, was capable of just expelling the toxic byproducts, so if anybody could drink methanol and be fine, it was him. The net result was that he'd sweat out formaldehyde over the next few minutes and stink to unholy hell. Figuring that he was just had a high tolerance due to his mutagenic power, which wasn't far from the truth, he started to just rant at the graves. "God, all you dead people! Being dead and stuff! I'll never be like you, you hear me!? Useless piles of crap. Then again, you're not too different from the living. Christ on a crackerjack box, people practically worship the idea of death these days!" He morphed his left hand into a mouth and began speaking through it, much like a normal person would use a sockpuppet. "Nobody enjoys life anymore, it's fuckin' absurd! Everybody wants to live as sterile and bland a life as possible, or hope for some sort of magical dumbshit Disneyland afterlife where everything is as stagnant and bland as possible! Aspirations for annihilation, I tell you!" "Seriously, am I drunk yet!?" "Well, whatever. Bunch of retards!" He slung his arm around a grave and sighed. "Buddy, d'you know how hard it is to look and look for people equal to yourself and find absolutely nothing? I go looking for higher men and all I find are the same tiny people who all think the same!" This was not going to stop anytime soon, and Ian was only going to get louder and angrier. Edited by Pancake Mix, Apr 20 2012, 04:47 AM.



Lawman	Apr 20 2012, 08:25 AM Post #2
Moderatus Rex Posts: 4,008 Group: Global Moderators Member #100 Joined: Jul 11, 2008	"Eh?" Jen raised an eyebrow at what sounded like rambling coming from the cemetery. The purple-haired girl was only passing by, although it felt a little odd for someone to be alone in the cemetery. Now that certainly captured her attention, as whoever was ranting was loud enough for her to hear it over her phone's MP3 player. Removing her ear pieces, the purple-haired girl kept a low profile as she zipped between the headstones towards the source of the angry ranting. "Oh, it's that Alex Mercer expy," Jen thought as she ducked behind a nearby tree on the side of a lane that runs through the site, recalling the weird guy from Mare's class who for all intents and purposes seemed to possess powers similar to Alex Mercer's. "Well two can play this game," she thought as she climbed up into the branches of the trees to conceal herself amidst the foliage, before taking a deep breath. It was time to test out some ventriloquism techniques. "Uuuuhhh... Jen mimed a low and deep groan, "throwing" her voice in the direction of the gravestone that Ian was resting at so that it would sound as if the voice came from the grave. "Gosh darnit, even when dead I can't get a nice dirt nap without being awakened by some unruly lout!" Jen imitated the voice of a disgruntled old woman. Edited by Lawman, Apr 20 2012, 08:26 AM.



Pancake Mix	Apr 20 2012, 11:23 AM Post #3
Posts: 377 Group: Members Member #767 Joined: Feb 19, 2012	Going along with this, Ian was quite happy for a response. He just assumed he was drunk, not knowing the first thing about inebriation. That, or maybe Hyakuji's cemetery was cursed in some way, either possibility wouldn't surprise him. "Woohoo! I hear voices!" Now he wouldn't have to be so lonesome! If this was what getting sloshed rewarded him with, he'd have to find ways to do this more often. "Well, tough luck, lady. Nap time's over. You can complain about young people all you like, I'm more or less just doing the same. Yeah, how's it feel!? Old people having to listen to someone young complain about the state of modern life, the toast is buttered on the other side now, isn't it!" Ian wasn't a total moron, but situations like this called that into question... "So, as I was saying. Even here in Hyakuji, among people gifted like myself, I find nothing but the same nihilism and life-denying morality as elsewhere. Passion and love of life seem to be as dead as you are!" Being an utter sociopath, it wasn't hard to immediately tell that Ian felt no empathy, just contempt, for his surroundings.



Lawman	Apr 20 2012, 12:00 PM Post #4
Moderatus Rex Posts: 4,008 Group: Global Moderators Member #100 Joined: Jul 11, 2008	"Hmmm... an ubermensch, or at least something resembling one," Jen thought, recalling what she had read of Nietzsche, and how this person that was rambling almost seemed to be modeled around the late German philosopher's school of thought as he got into a rant on how the concept of morality breeds nihilism and kills one's passion and love for life. "Well, then I'm glad that I didn't have to worry about that no longer," Jen continued, pulling off the ghostly voice act. "But I give you that you're a special young man to be concerned about things like that," the purple-haired girl rasped. From what she'd overheard from this boy so far, he was certainly an unusual specimen to say the least. With powers like that, yet with so little sense of responsibility and self-restraint, Jen reckoned someone like him could either be a "bliss" or a "scourge" - albeit to most "normal" people they'd be inclined to think the latter, what with his seeming contempt towards the concept of social order, responsibility and all things that civilized society held as sacred. Certainly an interesting mind to psychoanalyze, to say the least. "I mean, most people your age tend to be worried about their grades in school, their crushes with girls, and the like. I was alive once, and I was your age once, you know," Jen continued in her ghost voice. "But pray tell, how does the concept of morality and one's love for life seem like two mutually-opposed ideas?" The purple-haired girl decided to first start with what drives this unusual young man.



Pancake Mix	Apr 20 2012, 12:28 PM Post #5
Posts: 377 Group: Members Member #767 Joined: Feb 19, 2012	It was honestly a surprise to get that reaction! "Well now! Shame you're dead, you're already much more of an interesting conversation than most. Don't get me wrong, I've got a few worldly concerns of my own, but what fun is it to talk about that junk?" The last time he'd try to wax philosophic, the discussion had turned to Darwinism and the invocation of Godwin's Law. Sitting down in front of the grave, he launched into an explanation. "What I mean by morality being an antithesis to passion and appreciation of life is fairly simple. First, you can look at the conventional morality of most any given religion. The focus is always on the afterlife, a promise that there will be a better place for the virtuous after death. This fundamental premise is already life-denying, do you see? As if the world weren't a magnificent enough place, people assume that just because they don't like it, there has to be something better. So, the living world is devalued. Rather than try to make the most of one's time on Earth, they cling to an imagined next world of fake paradise." "Additionally, let us look at the nature of typical morality. What is most typical is the idea of 'the most amount of happiness for the most amount of people'. Or in other words, the rabble of mankind needs to be kept fat and happy. Ideas like people being equal are absurd, one means to tell us that a street thug is worth as much as a scholar? In order for the mob to be satiated, the passions and egoism must be destroyed. Conventional morality demands that humans be reduced to cogs in a machine, no longer of any individual worth!" Pausing to catch his breath, he'd clearly gotten worked up throughout his explanation. He had nothing to gesticulate about, but boy would he have started to get theatric if he could. What he had to say was a lot to discuss at once, so he refrained from continuing, under the assumption that she'd have some objections.



Lawman	Apr 23 2012, 09:38 AM Post #6
Moderatus Rex Posts: 4,008 Group: Global Moderators Member #100 Joined: Jul 11, 2008	"Holy Scheiße!" Jen thought as the boy launched his existentialist tirade. As hard as it was to believe, the guy she was talking to is literally a personification of Nietzschean ideology. It wasn't to say she disagreed with him, but it was the first time the purple-haired girl had encountered someone who's literally living and breathing by the ideas of an Ubermensch. "Damn straight, if only they knew the truth about the afterlife," Jen rasped back. Being a strongly non-religious sort, Jen was never one to cling to any hopes on a fluffy cloud heaven, instead being one to believe in making the best out of every day of life. "Typical morality generally defines 'good' as altruistic actions that are meant to benefit the many as opposed to the self, while 'evil' is defined as selfish actions that benefit the self at the expense of the many," Jen continued in her ghost-voice. "But that's how society is structured, I suppose - it's all about benefiting the whole. As the old saying goes - 'the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few'." It was becoming clear to Jen that this boy values individuality above all else - if anything his morality might even be thought of as "self-centered". "But if you say that men are not equal, and that the lives of some are worth more than those of others'... then how much is your own life worth to you? Perhaps, some lives are worth less than others... but does that give you the power to decide which individuals are deserving of the right to live, and which ones are considered 'life unworthy of life'? Would you think that while your life has worth, that perhaps on this planet there are individuals whose lives are worth more than your own?" Jen inquired. While Jen would like to think that her own life and that of others has value, she certainly wasn't egocentric to the point to believe that her own life has the most value.



Shattered Serenity	Apr 23 2012, 10:03 AM Post #7
When you play the Orlesian game of intrigue, you win or you die. There is no middle ground. Posts: 1,066 Group: Members Member #795 Joined: Apr 8, 2012	Cassandra had been walking through the cemetery, thinking about death, and trying to figure out why people were so bothered by it. As she walked, she kick one of the gravestones and it cracked. Why did people make such a big deal about it? It was going to happen NO MATTER WHAT. Why fuss about something you can't change? After strolling a few minutes she heard someone talking....a boy, who was leaning against a gravestone with....Her ocular implant zoomed in on the bottles surrounding his feet. It looked like the mini-bottles of rubbing alcohol found in the hospital. As she listened to the conversation he was having with a disembodied voice, she grew kinda curious. "Would you think that while your life has worth, that perhaps on this planet there are individuals whose lives are worth more than your own?" After hearing those words, she decided to join in on the conversation. Walking into the clearing, she sat down on top of a grave and lazily leaned on its headstone. "Lassen Sie mich beauftragen Sie. The only people who's lives are worth anything are those who have enough money and power to be useful. If you aren't useful, you ARE better off dead. Dead people are more useful than fools, because at least a dead body feeds animals and insects. A fool only hampers those around him." Noticing the disembodied voice was feminine, she added, "or her." "About religion. It is a blind hope made by useless people, for useless people. There are only two gods you have to worry about. Time, and Death. Both are the only things in existence that are eternal, and final. To convince yourself otherwise is akin to.....moral masturbation. Religion is something that only serves to set humanity back, and distract from our real issues. Sie wurden aufgeklärt." Edited by Shattered Serenity, Apr 23 2012, 10:10 AM.



Pancake Mix	Apr 23 2012, 04:04 PM Post #8
Posts: 377 Group: Members Member #767 Joined: Feb 19, 2012	"Hyakuji Philosophy Club! Meeting in the cemetery every Tuesday at 3." Hey, anyone was free to join in the conversation, but he'd originally intended to show up and enjoy some solitude. Oh well! This was far more amusing anyway. On the question of his values, life, and the relation between the two, he ruminated for a moment while Cassandra spoke. "Right, to address both of you...Power. Power is the answer. I am, I will. Those are the two most powerful things a person can say." He laughed at Cassandra's inclusion of money. "I don't mean financial power or political power. I wouldn't be the richest king on Earth, if I had my way, screw that! No, I mean the power to be free." "I am not the most powerful being in the world. Valuing myself over all else, morality takes an egoistic lens. What leads me to power is good, what keeps me from it is evil. I am not the most powerful being, to reiterate. Thus, I am not able to call myself most important. But even importance isn't the real goal. What I want is freedom, true freedom. I don't want anyone to tell me what to do. " Foreseeing the logical objection most people would have to this idea, he clarified. "This isn't to say I want to murder everyone around me for tits and giggles, I simply want to adhere to my own moral code and not that of someone else. A person's value is defined by their power. I will bitterly resent those stronger than me, but all in due time, I will overthrow and consume them." As for the rest of what Cassandra had to say, he just nodded. "Opiates of the masses and all. Bread and circuses, whatever you want to call it. You're preaching to the choir, ma'am." Scooping up the empty bottles of rubbing alcohol, he stuffed them into his shirt, where his chest cavity opened to allow him to carry them off for proper disposal. Hey, he didn't like littering, what else was there to it?



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