EPTWe've been through thick and thin, you and I. You provided a light at the end of my primitive tunnel, a beacon of hope amongst a world of ruin. Your mighty anvil and tremendous hammer gave life to my dreams, if only for but a breath. Such was your power, your grace, your everlasting potential.
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From the womb of your deceptively simple prose to the highest peaks of your infinite mountains, you were the edge of my blade and the broad of my shield. Where life gave me nothing but despair and hatred you gave me patience and purpose. You were the ying to my yang, the dong to my anus.
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You gave me the path to salvation, though I was too weak to scale its steps. With your forge I crafted entire worlds, and gave life to things I never thought possible. Alas, these hands, the hands of a lesser man, grew weary of your mighty hammer. With every swing I found it all the more difficult to raise such a power. With every stroke, I further lost my way.
Through your infinite motion I learned the ways of creation. With fervor, I strode forth and tried to carve my own destiny in this demented world. Alas, I was alone, afraid even, and without the strength to behold this power.
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But you were patient indeed, old friend. And though I often strayed, you always awaited my return. It wasn't long into our meeting that I embraced the life of solace. I turned away from humanity, from humanity's conventions and images, and entered utter darkness. You and I, we were alone, left to our own devices. Forevermore. Or so I had desired.
The truth of life is not so romantic as man would have you believe, comrade. There is no invisible sky fairy to whisk you from the sharp pointy bits of reality. There is no enlightenment, no happiness, nothing in the motion of this mortal world. The more I realized this fact, the more I pursued the infinite depths of my own mind. I lost myself amongst the motions beneath the waves, seeking to embed myself in worlds beyond, that I may escape the pain of this world.
Ever vigilant. Ever proud. Ever pure. You gave me this. You gave me this and more. Through you, I found the worlds I sought. I found the purity of that motion. The purity of creation.
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So furiously did my heart beat, so mightily did my hammer swing, that the very stars knelt before me. Here, alone, in utter darkness, I found my nirvana. I found my purpose. Beyond the baleful eyes of men, beyond the bounds of mortality, I found the very essence of my existence. To dream. To create.
Yet such was not to be, was it? For the harder I fought for that salvation, the further it seemed to drift from me. I was aging, my friend. And as I aged, I grew weaker. Every swing, every breath, burned my very soul. My very existence fluttered, as though I sought too much out of what life had given me. Indeed, when I took my very first breath in this world, I was cursed for all my days. I was born an inferior creature. Frail. Sensitive. Inept.
But you, in all your perfection, you never faltered. But... you were humble.
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I sought absolution. I sought to absolve the very sensation of life. Between my dreams and the fragile boundaries of death's taste I had nothing. Nothing but you. In you, and your ilk, I sought ever more feverishly to keep grasp of my dreams. The years slipped by as the days grew longer and longer, and every swing more weary, more exhausted.
But swing I did. For I was devoted indeed. Fanatical, even. To the ends of the Earth, I swore upon my cursed blood to forge these worlds. For I was their vessel, their paragon! I was a vessel for my dreams. Yes. A most selfless quest indeed. For I have nothing in this mortal world. Not anymore. What I did have... died, one after the other, in my hands.
And, indeed, I would witness the death of my dreams themselves. One by one the stars of Creation bled tears of flame as they choked on their last breaths. On the very doorstep of ruin utter, absolute, I forged. I forged, and forged, and furiously so.
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I was impure. Flawed. And furthermore, born into poor circumstances. Humanity, and humanity's ire, impressed upon me the will of destruction. No matter how pure you were, comrade, I could never wield you so mightily as I desired. This disappointment - nay, this rage, gnawed at me for an entire decade.
But emotion was of little use here. In giving way to emotion, I weakened my resolve further yet. Indeed, emotion was my enemy.
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The truth is that I was chasing phantoms. Illusions. What I desired could not exist. Not by my hands. It took a decade of complete and utter failure to realize this. I denied it for as long as I could. No matter how hard I struggled, no matter how much I screamed, no matter how many tears nor blood I shed, and I did shed many, I could not achieve nirvana. I could not achieve peace. And as my mentality continued to rapidly degrade, sending me into an infinite and impossible madness, I lost my taste for your craft.
I reached the limits of what I could do, as a person, in my final hour.
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Many years have passed since we last spoke, Brood War. And though times have only gotten harder, I still fight for those dreams of creation, even today. I still fight as hard, if not harder, as I used to. And, indeed, I attempted suicide many times in the wake of my failures. But know this:
No matter how long or short life may be, you always were and always will be my favorite. It is because of you that I found my path to those dreams, that I found the path to escaping the crucible of men. Because of you I live today, fighting to reach nirvana, tasting in but subtle drips of worlds beyond. You gave me power. Power beyond human imagination. Nothing anyone says, or does, can mean anything. There is no service, no gratitude, that man can provide me that will ever stand in the shadow of your mountain. Nothing man can give me will ever grace your path.
You are a part of me. A part of who, and what, I am, what I sought to be, what I dreamed to be. Your existence is a foundation of everything I am now. Every achievement, every failure, every motion of my being was scribed in your tongue an entire decade.
I will find my way. I swore to you this.
p.s. Your younger brother is demented. You really should get him checked out.
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