I’m just so sick of it all, those fucking cretins have it coming. All of ‘em. I’ll have to do something resolute, oh I don’t know, something drastic I think. Create a virus that becomes a worldwide pandemic, concoct a acidic poison that melts the flesh or wage a war that brings utter destruction. They will know the meaning of the word “suffering”, they will know my resolve of a new world order. I’ll usher in the new age of my will and it will be glorious!
Oh, but where to start? I have no money for this endeavour, no capital to release of it’s equity. I will have to start somewhere, somewhere small. Meagre purses and wallets are too small and banks are just too large…for now; and what of the security? I will need an army; minions to do my bidding, henchmen to sweep the land and patsies to take the fall. The mindless masses will have to be subverted, but how?
So much to do and so little time. I’m going to need a token of my strength, a way of marking my supreme intelligence, what I need is a symbol; something for all those mindless idiots to look to, all under the guise of more prosperous and better life.
Promises, promises, *manic laugh*.
Burning rage ignites
A plan is set in motion
Mindless cogs turn gears
Laura Steel © 2015