Villager: Acedia
Villager Info
ID: #149330
Name: Acedia
Gender: Genderless
Location: Dragonsmaw Manor
Born 9 years, 4 months ago
Career: None
Owner: Bookmite
Species: Snake
Color: Albino Ball Python
Buffs:House: Dragonsmaw Manor House (13/107)
Career (View All)
None
Acedia has fallen ill with Ferality. They will be unable to work. This illness can be cured with Silver Concoction.
About
(Note this is all in Acedia's character)
You are all piles of stunted growth. Whether in a suit or loincloth, you are ignorant little thorns all poking at one another ceaslessly. Each of you doom yourselves, and deserve to wallow in my dark cells. Movies, books, tevevision, internet, music... Entertainment, all of it, not guidebooks for damning youselves; not that you need the help.
Incapable of advancing beyond the violent tendancies which at one time were neccessary for survival, you are children, maggots, crawling around on two feet, and devouring lies like candy. You are lost little pups, forever wallowing in your world of decay, a world constantly being sprinkled with flowers a fake sunlight.
Realize this my decrepid souls, my salted slugs... There is nothing wrong with being lost, nothing! We are all forever lost, and no matter what we do or where we go that will never change. You filthy carrion gave up, you fake happiness, and daintily smell the dying flowers, telling others you are content with your miserable existance.
Others, will attempt to force how miserable they are on the rest. They speak of being nice, they speak of being kind, they speak of pronouns, pc, and acceptance. While many, deep down, seem to realize they are truly miserable, these are the ones who bring the misery. Others will lie atop the decaying fields, these are the ones who dwell deep within the rot, although whether it consumes them or they consume it I don't know, but I do know it is they who consume us.
Too often a person grows complacent with their disillusionment, perpetually wearing their "discomfort" like a favorite shirt. Am I happy with my lot in life? No, and that is perfectly okay. I look forward to where it's going, for better or worse. I look forward to my nightmares, and to the Hell which you all bring forth. The downfall of this wretched reality will be brought about by you, and really, I can't wait to see it.
And so, irritants, it is with this that I leave you. You are spared so that you can think of what it really is to live in a world that engenders a pain for which there is no comfort. Here is your product! You have the rest of your lives to think of this. And I suggest you think quickly, for a long life is never a guarantee.
You are all piles of stunted growth. Whether in a suit or loincloth, you are ignorant little thorns all poking at one another ceaslessly. Each of you doom yourselves, and deserve to wallow in my dark cells. Movies, books, tevevision, internet, music... Entertainment, all of it, not guidebooks for damning youselves; not that you need the help.
Incapable of advancing beyond the violent tendancies which at one time were neccessary for survival, you are children, maggots, crawling around on two feet, and devouring lies like candy. You are lost little pups, forever wallowing in your world of decay, a world constantly being sprinkled with flowers a fake sunlight.
Realize this my decrepid souls, my salted slugs... There is nothing wrong with being lost, nothing! We are all forever lost, and no matter what we do or where we go that will never change. You filthy carrion gave up, you fake happiness, and daintily smell the dying flowers, telling others you are content with your miserable existance.
Others, will attempt to force how miserable they are on the rest. They speak of being nice, they speak of being kind, they speak of pronouns, pc, and acceptance. While many, deep down, seem to realize they are truly miserable, these are the ones who bring the misery. Others will lie atop the decaying fields, these are the ones who dwell deep within the rot, although whether it consumes them or they consume it I don't know, but I do know it is they who consume us.
Too often a person grows complacent with their disillusionment, perpetually wearing their "discomfort" like a favorite shirt. Am I happy with my lot in life? No, and that is perfectly okay. I look forward to where it's going, for better or worse. I look forward to my nightmares, and to the Hell which you all bring forth. The downfall of this wretched reality will be brought about by you, and really, I can't wait to see it.
And so, irritants, it is with this that I leave you. You are spared so that you can think of what it really is to live in a world that engenders a pain for which there is no comfort. Here is your product! You have the rest of your lives to think of this. And I suggest you think quickly, for a long life is never a guarantee.
*stares back in confusion* (A+ on the detailed bio, it's a really interesting perspective)