BlueCode wrote:Here's the skinny for you, Trayen.
1. You live in a cave and on the barren desert of the earth. I don't care if you say you live in a palace in austria. You dont. You inherit the earth like a parasite, a parasite that lives on the dusty ocean floor - a parasite that no matter where you go, will be forced to live in hostile conditions for the rest of your terrible little exsistence.
2. Not all of us were molly-coddled like you, Trayen. From the sounds of things, you had a good little awakening and you do infact live in a palace. Some of us had to work to get where we were, you know. Some of us were awakened, nearly drowned, ejeced into sewers with rotting bodies and flesh around us, dragged into a ship and then operated on, and then subjected to living eating crappy food and sleeping for days in boredom.
It's seems as if someone is under the impression that stating something serves as evidence to its truth. Allow me to clarify, in case this is ever disputed in the future: Saying something is true does not make it so. We call this circular reasoning.
If you would like a thorough explanation detailing the many housing options for Merovingian operatives in the real, Inguss gave one good example
here. And yet I still find it amusing how you contradict yourself by asserting that I live in some hovel, and then imply that my awakening was peaches and cream, and that I "
do in fact live in a palace". (Fixed that grammatical error for ya bud. Thank me later.) State your viewpoint and stick with it.My awakening was not anymore "pleasant" than yours. I was ejected from the same little tub of goo that you were, and I took the same little slide down into the sewers that you did.
The difference between you and I is that on my way down, I said "Wheeee!".
The difference between you and I, is that when I was operated on, I understood that it was out of necessity...in order to become a functioning human being in the real. That's some toss up huh? "Operation...or muscular atrophy? Choices choices..." I suppose the boredom is a matter of opinion though. Me personally, I was too busy either training in constructs or working out in hopes of restoring my body to the state that I had perceived it to be while still a Bluepill (Quite fit by Coppertop standards might I add) to register anywhere under the boredom radar.
The difference between you and I is that I was able to adapt to my circumstances, use them as a springboard to improve myself to an extent that was previously inconceivable, and have a lot of...dare I say..."fun" in the process.
Oh, and the name is "Marias".