In the end, it is often the emotional instability of one figurehead or another whose ego cannot take the offense or blow that it has been dealt that leads their people into war in a grand temper tantrum. The unification into a world government was supposed to be a step toward limiting the tyranny of the mad despot, yet had only made it tyranny across the board, to be accepted by everyone. My plan was simple, to take advantage of the position I was in to foster as much contention and discord as I could into the global machine by fomenting dissention amongst its leaders. If I was lucky enough, they would end up tearing it apart themselves. If not, I still would have made the first of several assaults on their infrastructure. Part of me was saddened when I thought of those that might end up becoming casualties in the games these madmen played, yet I knew it was a necessary step for those under the yoke of oppression to wake up to the nightmare and the true levels of depravity those they had allowed to rule them were capable of. Over the next few days I participated in dozens of calls, and even two major meetings where votes were cast to enforce even stricter laws upon the populace. My vote was contrary to what it was supposed to have been before hand, and ended up dead-locking the bill that was supposed to be handed down after that session. I received three separate calls after that from other Ministers, who were more than a little upset that I had decided to change course and not vote with them. I knew it was a dangerous game I was playing, not dangerous personally, but rather a danger that mounted everyday that I would be discovered for the imposter that I was. By the time it was all too apparent to the outside world that something was wrong it was already too late to stop me. I had made several side jaunts into different people in the past and future, temporarily leaving the Ministers body catatonic and asleep as I did so. Each of those jaunts further enmeshed me into the reality I had perceived and thought into being as I made those events a reality. Still, the damage done to the poor Minister was evident after the third such trip, as liver spots had appeared where once had been healthy skin. The amount of cellular damage done to the flesh whenever I leapt into a host was enough to jolt the aging process into gear. Multiple leaps in and out of the host seemed to accelerate it even worse.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 01:27:27 +0000
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