Post by メタルヒーロー on Oct 7, 2018 9:35:14 GMT -5
Fukuoka. City of light, blinding light.
These people cannot know. For they cannot see past their blindness. The future remains obscure to them, a coruscating paroxysm that paralyzes their ability to peer into the deep truth of this existence.
But METAL HERO has seen into this realm. Part man, part machine, he is the nexus of technology and wonder. He explores the untold vistas of which man may dream but cannot live with, the sight of which man cannot stomach. The designs of nature, ornate with malignance yet its unforgiving fortitude seems to make nonchalant its terrors. And this uncompromising fact seems to make nature all the more terrible.
Yet where would one rather be? Where would one rather exist?
When one carves the suffering away from life, one would find an existence barren. At worst, stasis to stasis yielding no change. At best, joy becomes sadness while ecstasy becomes joy. And soon thereafter ecstasy degenerates to melancholy in the shadow of an even greater passion. But there are only two options for the man who does not suffer: stasis or a recursive spiral into deeper and deeper sorrow.
METAL HERO bows his glassy helm and meditates upon these words.
This tour has brought him no great success. He has watched while Jack Tillman failed to unseat Lynx from the Jr. Heavyweight Championship while he has remained static, no closer than the day before to reclaim his glory.
And yet at his core, beyond the wires and blinking lights, down beneath the microchips, there lies deep within:
A soul.
Upon the journey.
These people cannot know. For they cannot see past their blindness. The future remains obscure to them, a coruscating paroxysm that paralyzes their ability to peer into the deep truth of this existence.
But METAL HERO has seen into this realm. Part man, part machine, he is the nexus of technology and wonder. He explores the untold vistas of which man may dream but cannot live with, the sight of which man cannot stomach. The designs of nature, ornate with malignance yet its unforgiving fortitude seems to make nonchalant its terrors. And this uncompromising fact seems to make nature all the more terrible.
Yet where would one rather be? Where would one rather exist?
When one carves the suffering away from life, one would find an existence barren. At worst, stasis to stasis yielding no change. At best, joy becomes sadness while ecstasy becomes joy. And soon thereafter ecstasy degenerates to melancholy in the shadow of an even greater passion. But there are only two options for the man who does not suffer: stasis or a recursive spiral into deeper and deeper sorrow.
METAL HERO bows his glassy helm and meditates upon these words.
This tour has brought him no great success. He has watched while Jack Tillman failed to unseat Lynx from the Jr. Heavyweight Championship while he has remained static, no closer than the day before to reclaim his glory.
And yet at his core, beyond the wires and blinking lights, down beneath the microchips, there lies deep within:
A soul.
A soul burdened to suffer, racked by the pain of his immobility, obsessed with the desire to conquer and reclaim the junior heavyweight division.
Distant to touch, but allow the suffering to billow and plume and crouch low and steady oneself to ride the wave.
Upon the journey.
The world’s greatest.
The journey begins!