Rhapsody in Black

I watch from afar. You make it easy. You not only live your lives in the spotlight, you struggle and claw your way to get to the spot that makes you the most visible. It's no wonder I can sometimes barely keep from laughing. I sit among your devoted, making myself to appear as one of them. Make no mistake; I am not. They cheer for you and clamor for you and call out your names. They love you. There is no love here. Not for you.

You make yourselves out to be so strong. You're not like the others. The 'normal ones.' They're ordinary. Frail. Weak. You deserve their adulation for being so much stronger than them. Perhaps. But stronger than those who are ordinary is no great achievement. You pose and flex, you deify yourselves. They feed into it. And the more they feed you the attention you can't help but seek, the weaker they make you. The more succeptible you are when one of us comes along who can see you for who and what you are.

You aren't stars in front of an adoring crowd. You're lemmings, waiting to jump to your death in front of a bloodthirsty camera crew. You may think I'm here to save you. I'm only here to get my amusement from you before the lot of you destroy yourselves. At the end of the day, these people can have you. I'm content with watching. But not before I've had my fun. Public execution is fine, but they lack...imagination.

This is not some self-aggrandizing, egomaniacal call to arms. I have no intention and no interest in anything large scale. I'm a simple sort of man. I merely eat what's on my plate, I don't take my fork and knife to the whole buffet. I do the job in front of me, and for now that job is the ACW. I know for a fact that at least some of you in the ACW are reading this, so I feel I should tell you that whatever expectations you have of me, they are wrong.

I'm sure you've been lulled by men coming in saying they will take you over. They'll go straight to the top. Maybe I could, but there's really nothing in it for me. I'm here for fun. Not achievements, fame, accolades, or even the spirit of competition. Fun. At the expense of your idyllic little existance. You've been living in a dream. I'm here to bring you nightmares.