You are gathered amongst evil minds, tyrannically plotting your destruction. Everywhere you turn, you must take care not set off a bomb, or to step into a trap, or to become ensnared into the temptations of fortune and fame disguising your demise.
This passageway seems safe. You take it.
You’re new aren’t you?
You’re now in a world where Moral Values no longer exist.
Evil mutants spew their venomous toxin into the already brainwashed minds of their victims. They have taken over the minds of the innocent. Welded their mouths shut. Corrupted them with filth. Turned them into their own minions and agents of evil.
“Come,” they say, to more innocents. “Come, we will lead you to safety. Our path is the true one.”
You Fear them! Panicked, you look for shelter but only find places where scum and villainy unite.
You are terrified that they will inject you with their poison and hypnotize you with their words and steal your tongue.
Then you hear a beautiful melody play. Words so sweet.
Words so poisonous. Delicious. You eat, you hoard, you eat. A magnificent treat that delights your mind. Words as sweet as poetry. All it takes is one poisonous sugar-coated drop and you now fiend for their venom.
You become mutant.
They have overpowered you and you submit. You are a clone and it feels right!
There is no reason to be terrified. No need to fear these beautiful beings. They have given you a most precious gift.
You can do anything, you can be anything. You are POWERFUL and on top of the world!
You have grown strong. Your mind is more alert and you have enlightened senses…
You howl with delight.
You Lose Everything.
But the high only lasts a moment before its pain begins to caress your insides. This poison consumes you and you need another fix. It has left your body desecrated. A limp piece of decaying flesh no longer capable.
Your life has spun out of control and you have lost EVERYTHING.
When you have nothing and your soul is empty…the mutants are nowhere to be found.
Disappeared! Why won’t they feed you their delicious poison? Why won’t they help you–give you more of their beautiful poetic songs of empowerment?
Why won’t they grace you with their presence and glory?
And the pain is devastating.
Like sharp knives piercing your heart and hot lava scorching your bones, all you can do is pray for help.
While you lay defeated in complete darkness, in the distanceâ€¦
You spot the mutants moved on to fresh victims. From the corner of your eye, you glimpse some movement. What’s this? A new face?
A small boy approaches timidly. You want to warn him…you want to say:
“Look out! There is no fame, no fortune, no glory. Just the hungry songs of greedy masters of deception.”
You push yourself up to call out to him.
Your mutated lips produce nothing, but a whisper…