Post by The Taper Of The Ducts on Oct 1, 2005 20:51:55 GMT -5
((this is a somewhat depressing memory of Tlyl's, and kind of explains a bit about him as well. It's told in first person, which hasn't been used yet on this board. I decided to experiment with it, and it actually didn't turn out as awful as I thought it would.))
It is with great regret and marked disappointment that I must pen these bitter words. It pains me to recall the incident, but I feel it must be documented. Forgive me, reader, if I begin to rant, which I feel I will.
They caught me studying about humans.
I had done nothing wrong.
Only reading.
There is no harm done in reading.
The only thing reading can do is help you to gain knowledge. Knowledge is the only thing that gets you anywhere in the Quahutl clan. The warrior clans, you can get by if you have very little intelligence. Not the Quahutl. The thought still runs through my head- Why am I being punished if only to know more about the world, and therefore better myself, Quahutl, and ultimately, the city?
The priests of Namacuix are the ones that decided my punishment. I am the first in ages that this has happened to. The day before I was exiled, the whole city seemed to turn its head on me. As I passed through the streets for my final time, people hurriedly passed and looked away. Looked at the street, shading their eyes from me. Pretending I wasn't there.
Xihuitl was the only one who spoke to me. "You could have been great, Tlylpotonqui," he said to me. "Your curiousity has gotten in the way of your success."
"Curiosity is what brought me to where I am," I retorted as I left.
I am outside the city. I am in a strange part of the jungle.
Can these people not accept that there is life outside Namacuix? Life outside the Lizard men and their blasted Ichtaca, the endless ritual, the routine?
What is the harm in knowing?
They would not answer these questions.
They simply sent me away, saying it was for "the betterment of our people."
I do not understand. I do not know if I ever will.
Either way, it does not matter. To them, I no longer exist.
Perhaps that is a change for the better.
Just to spite them, I plan to continue learning about humans. Disguise myself as one, and live among them. Write a book, possibly. There is nothing else to do with my life, and I do not plan to waste it. Organize an attack on the city by humans. Have Namacuix burned to the ground by humans. Have humans put up statues of themselves and take over not only the Colonies but the entire Lizard civilization.
Mazuhizoi, I am going completely insane.
There is one thought that gives me the will to live.
That thought is realizing that someday, this "forbidden knowledge" and the fact that the Lizard people are ignorant of other races will hurt them, someday.
Hopefully soon enough that it will be witnessed by myself.
You can expect that I will be standing there, laughing.
It is with great regret and marked disappointment that I must pen these bitter words. It pains me to recall the incident, but I feel it must be documented. Forgive me, reader, if I begin to rant, which I feel I will.
They caught me studying about humans.
I had done nothing wrong.
Only reading.
There is no harm done in reading.
The only thing reading can do is help you to gain knowledge. Knowledge is the only thing that gets you anywhere in the Quahutl clan. The warrior clans, you can get by if you have very little intelligence. Not the Quahutl. The thought still runs through my head- Why am I being punished if only to know more about the world, and therefore better myself, Quahutl, and ultimately, the city?
The priests of Namacuix are the ones that decided my punishment. I am the first in ages that this has happened to. The day before I was exiled, the whole city seemed to turn its head on me. As I passed through the streets for my final time, people hurriedly passed and looked away. Looked at the street, shading their eyes from me. Pretending I wasn't there.
Xihuitl was the only one who spoke to me. "You could have been great, Tlylpotonqui," he said to me. "Your curiousity has gotten in the way of your success."
"Curiosity is what brought me to where I am," I retorted as I left.
I am outside the city. I am in a strange part of the jungle.
Can these people not accept that there is life outside Namacuix? Life outside the Lizard men and their blasted Ichtaca, the endless ritual, the routine?
What is the harm in knowing?
They would not answer these questions.
They simply sent me away, saying it was for "the betterment of our people."
I do not understand. I do not know if I ever will.
Either way, it does not matter. To them, I no longer exist.
Perhaps that is a change for the better.
Just to spite them, I plan to continue learning about humans. Disguise myself as one, and live among them. Write a book, possibly. There is nothing else to do with my life, and I do not plan to waste it. Organize an attack on the city by humans. Have Namacuix burned to the ground by humans. Have humans put up statues of themselves and take over not only the Colonies but the entire Lizard civilization.
Mazuhizoi, I am going completely insane.
There is one thought that gives me the will to live.
That thought is realizing that someday, this "forbidden knowledge" and the fact that the Lizard people are ignorant of other races will hurt them, someday.
Hopefully soon enough that it will be witnessed by myself.
You can expect that I will be standing there, laughing.
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