Doc.
January 20th, 2008, 11:23 PM
Prologue and Chapter One
"Once, there was a boy. He was a quiet young man, one of exceeding mental caliber and aptitude. Of course, none of this mattered to his father, a man who tolerated nothing other than results. Unlike the fairy-tales of old, this young man was not someone who was dreamer first and prodigy second…no, he was something entirely different. Antipathy towards his father sprouted from a venomous seed which had been planted long before, on the night the boy had found his mother’s corpse half-buried in the cold winter’s snow. Flurries of snow darted around him, and from that moment, he hated.
Life, all of it, had no meaning, for no one worthy of existence existed. The world; it had to be remade. Yes, that was the key: the world would be remade to perfection. He would be the father of the new breed of man: the perfection of man. He slaved away, in realms of both the physical and the mental. Tasks, no matter how menial, possessed new vitality, new meaning…new purpose. No enjoyment did he taste, no happiness did he manifest, for life was to him nothing but pure, unadulterated sorrow.
Wealth drives mankind to evils, as do the promises of strength, control, revenge, or the fulfillment of any other desire, but none of these drove him. Yet…somehow, he managed to grow more evil by the day, more sinister by each tick of the clock. With perfect body and perfect mind, he drove himself into a madness from which few had ever hope to return.
…but he did.
Like a newborn from the womb, he was birthed. Insane, some called him, and a god, others. They were all wrong: he was evil in its finest, most absolute form.
This was the Doctor, and he knew no equal."
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"I don’t need to connect the dots for you. All I ask is for you to look in your heart and admit for once what you know to be true. It is time to get mad. And soon… we will all need to make our stand. Stay tuned. Listen. I will return."
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(OOC: Zipped Word Document attached containing chapter 1, I will be releasing one chapter every two weeks or every other Sunday. Next Chapter: Jan. 27, 2008)
"Once, there was a boy. He was a quiet young man, one of exceeding mental caliber and aptitude. Of course, none of this mattered to his father, a man who tolerated nothing other than results. Unlike the fairy-tales of old, this young man was not someone who was dreamer first and prodigy second…no, he was something entirely different. Antipathy towards his father sprouted from a venomous seed which had been planted long before, on the night the boy had found his mother’s corpse half-buried in the cold winter’s snow. Flurries of snow darted around him, and from that moment, he hated.
Life, all of it, had no meaning, for no one worthy of existence existed. The world; it had to be remade. Yes, that was the key: the world would be remade to perfection. He would be the father of the new breed of man: the perfection of man. He slaved away, in realms of both the physical and the mental. Tasks, no matter how menial, possessed new vitality, new meaning…new purpose. No enjoyment did he taste, no happiness did he manifest, for life was to him nothing but pure, unadulterated sorrow.
Wealth drives mankind to evils, as do the promises of strength, control, revenge, or the fulfillment of any other desire, but none of these drove him. Yet…somehow, he managed to grow more evil by the day, more sinister by each tick of the clock. With perfect body and perfect mind, he drove himself into a madness from which few had ever hope to return.
…but he did.
Like a newborn from the womb, he was birthed. Insane, some called him, and a god, others. They were all wrong: he was evil in its finest, most absolute form.
This was the Doctor, and he knew no equal."
--
"I don’t need to connect the dots for you. All I ask is for you to look in your heart and admit for once what you know to be true. It is time to get mad. And soon… we will all need to make our stand. Stay tuned. Listen. I will return."
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(OOC: Zipped Word Document attached containing chapter 1, I will be releasing one chapter every two weeks or every other Sunday. Next Chapter: Jan. 27, 2008)