Voice Testing; Thinking of Tower of Animus

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

Feeling a bit nostalgic are we, my friend? Feeling perhaps a bit inspired?

Come! Come now! You must have known we've been together for far too long, know each other too well to ever truly be parted! Oh, don't look so down. We both know you hardly feel anything close to disappointment at this point. I would think you believe it a relief that I have returned!

Now. Let us talk of more important things. It seems we have yet another battlefield to move on, doesn't it. And much like the last one, it seems to be one built with the specific purpose of tearing me down should I go there. But that simply adds to the fun, doesn't it? It's in their greatest times of need, of terror and anger and pain, that a person shows what they really are.

I know what I am, as I always have, but I'd quite like to see how others might deal with it. I would like to see just how many there might have the propensity to endure. To prove themselves worthy of being human. For, what could you call the place but a tower of monsters, and run by such?

In the end, after all. Only a man can conquer, can kill, a monster.

Comments

[liquidouroboros]

Is it not cliche by now to allude even vaguely to Nietzsche in conversation? He who fights monsters, the abyss gazes into you, and all that?

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

Perhaps this is heretical even among heretics, but I've never had much fondness for Nietzsche. I've always found him too solemn a man, too somber, and his words hardly shared the love of joy he himself professed to be important to life. For every decent saying are five mired in pessimism.

And oh. I am a pessimist my friend. But I do not let it dominate me.

[liquidouroboros]

I've read better, frankly. I don't need a madman telling me how miserable the bloody world is, I already know that.

[Shrug.]

I see no fault in a measure of pessimism, with things in the state they are.

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

Careful my friend. One should always take care in assigning madness to others. After all, what ensures your own sanity to be fact?

Mmm. It's a rather unfortunate lot, the way of the world at the moment. But I don't fret it, I suppose. Things will return to how they always do and are meant to be.

[liquidouroboros]

I should think only the unstable know their kind; in that respect I'm almost overqualified.

But yes; the world's excellent at maintaining status quo, however miserable it may be.

[kingofthetoybox]

As a human, what's your take on building monsters and having them fight? To me, it's all...

[Cough, cough.]

... all in good fun.

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

Understand, young man, that I have nothing against monsters themselves! In fact one of my fellow officers was such, and in him I held a great deal of trust!

It's not the fact that they are monsters that bothers me, but a specific monster itself. And even then, only a specific attribute in that monster.

But to have them build and fight...fight what? Other monsters? I would think that quite dull.

[kingofthetoybox]

Oh, no. You... you thought that would be the end of it? That's not going far enough. They... they need to fight humans too. They need to keep fighting everything in between and beyond. Monsters are only good for fighting.

... no. Scratch that.

The same goes for humans too. It's through fighting they get their accolades as so-called heroes. It's through fighting that they vanquish or are vanquished by monsters.

This entire tower should... [Hack, cough, cough.] ... be fighting each other right now.

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[The Major's mouth slowly widens into a smile, a fat, plump one that seems to nearly split the edges of his cheeks. Yes. Man and monster are meant to fight. It's the way of things.]

I quite agree! All a monster can do is fight; it's what's in their blood. It's what makes them monsters, that necessary urge to destroy. To take from others what they cannot have since creation in its traditional sense is beyond them. They lack a certain flare, a certain spark, that mankind possesses. That is the right of man.

And yet man too is at their best in combat. It's what makes us who we are. It's a part of our very nature. The most important one, I would say. And at the end of it it best lets you know what a man is, either by what you can tell from what the man did or in some drastic cases by what's inside the man!

Oh. It seems to me they're all quite ready to fight one another. SOme of them apparently already are.

They're just not at the step they need to be.

/shot.

[maybe_a_count]

[Muffled Alucard laughing maniacally in the distance.]

Sorry for how late this is

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

My.

Do share what you find amusing, Alucard! Do my words excite you?

How did I miss this post? Goodness.

[virgin_maiden]

[Hah. Hahaha. There is not a word strong enough to explain just how much she does not want for him to exist right now. At least there's some form of solace in the fact he won't end up where she is. That's... something of a relief.]

One must feel a bit of pity for having to put up with you on a constant basis, going on about the most petty of things and being a blowhard on top of it all. Though I might be giving yours too much credit in perhaps remaining some definition of sane without your... help.

Perhaps we'll get lucky and that place will rip you apart piece by piece into there's nothing left. Perhaps they'll leave you alive as they do it for as long as possible, but even that would be too kind of a fate, wouldn't it?

It's almost a pity that I can't be the one to do that myself, but it really isn't worth the trouble in the end.

Re: How did I miss this post? Goodness.

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[The Major chuckles. Nearly a giggle really, as he crosses his hands in front of himself.]

And a pity you might not have the chance, Sir Hellsing! Truly, it is unfortunate an opponent such as yourself may not be attending.

Rip me into a thousand pieces, a million. I don't think it will matter much there, when I might return whole the next day to do it again! Life or death. Both are quite cheap when it's on the battlefield.