Jun 11, 2017
You can not have proper respect for yourself until you know that you’re a monster.
Jordan Peterson
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You can not have proper respect for yourself until you know that you’re a monster.
Jordan Peterson
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O, great one, may I ask to join your forces and fight on your behalf? Maybe a title of a sub-praetor if glorious Phyrexian mind may approve?
I would not be averse to this proposal. You'll be beginning a bit lower on the ladder than subpraetor, but we can always use a being with your august heritage.
O wise Core Augur. If you could have any formerly-Mirran spiecies for a domesticated labpet, what would it be?
You seem to be assuming that I don't already have my pick of the biosphere. If I redefine the question to encompass those species rendered extinct before planar phyresis, I would say a mycosynth golem. In my experience, the more arms a lab assistant has, the better.
Your brother Vorinclex, upon me informing him of this, told me I should tell you and Norn as well. I am going to be getting all 5 of you praetors inked into my chest in due time around the symbol for infect.
Excellent. Your tribute to us is wise, for the only canvas truly worthy of portraying the glory of Phyrexia is the flesh of the soon-to-be compleat. I do hope you provide us with images of the work once it is finished.
Your hexproof response makes sense. One cannot be too powerful. This seems like something of which Vorinclex might be knowledgeable, how nature naturally devises it's own system of checks and balances. Were you to be hexproof one would simply give the up the ghost if confronted by one of your vestiges. Nature has at least granted your enemies a mere, slightly improbable chance of taking one of your dopplegangers out.
Let it never be said I am not a generous soul fellow. Though I would thank you not to mention the blind, aimless flailing of natural selection when referring to me.
What do You think about nicknames? I've always enjoyed the sound of Grand-Master Flash for You! How do You react? And how do You treat the fact that so many 'mages' can Summon You or Your Brethren at any given Time in this Plane? I trust it is not You in Your fullest entity, but merely an aspect or a vestigial remnant. Still, how do You perceive it?
You may call me what you wish. I care little. For now. Any degree of undue familiarity from my compleated subjects will not be tolerated. It upsets the proper order of the Progress Engine's hierarchy.
As for the matter of summoning, the simulacra called forth are indeed synthesized entities of memory and mana, reflections of our greatness. I feel the summoning of such beings no more than you feel when you become the subject of a conversation.