Lore: The Kings Labyrinth

Arrogance

A formidable opponent against one's own self

A wondrous spectacle of ignorance it is to all

The greatest gift of all is the bowing of a knee

Before an animal devours its prey it begins with preparation

The stalking of succulent delights

But before such a thing there is the choice of selection

Varieties of sorts that are appealing to the eye just as much as they are in taste

Victory too has its own taste

The killing of such prey before its consumption within the body

The belly of a beast as it may be

Often times the hunter becomes the hunted

And the hunted becomes the hunter

Master becoming servant

And the servant becoming the Master

In both, there is an allocated amount of time before such a thing takes place

Even so, time is illusionary and ever so real in the same sense

Which to choose is a decision all of your own

But to become the prey of the hunted it seems, is no longer a choice

What ever shall we do with such an illusion?

The illusion where you have the answers to questions already answered in more ways than a thousand

Does it matter?

Well, to me it matters not, because to wrestle with that which already is and has been is the game of fools

And what kind of gamemaster would that make me?

All the splendor and power upon the earth, and yet, all that participate in such activities still have not the means to win the prize of the whole world

An endless game never won by those who need it not and don't deserve it

Could you tell me what good you should do with such a thing?

What good have you done with what you were given?

And that is a question already answered in your actions past, present, and future

A future unseen is a future ruled by that which orders steps

And I believe your steps are numbered unfortunately

Every step to that which is a world made new comes with a few trips, falls, and stumbles

Some even walk through life as if they can see in the dark

A darkness placed upon the eyes during daylight

A veil as some may call it

The blinding of light that sparkles in their eyes

A light which is understood by those who deserve such a thing

And a light that is misunderstood by those who never deserved it in the first place

Although it is a rather twisted and demented thing to go about playing with such food, it is rather entertaining, to say the least

However, a choice must still be made

To either continue playing a game already lost

Or to play a game already lost to see where such futures lead to

Because to not play such a game is out of the question

Do refresh your mind infidel

I am past, present, future

And as I've stated before, I am your future

Do go about your day remembering that which you've done

We can't have you throwing a pity party amongst those of whom know better and knew better

Selfishness, an undesirable display of sin when uncontrolled

It often leads to being swallowed whole by its own wielder

Very unfortunate for you in your case

But, there are others that treat it so preciously

They hold it near and dear to their hearts

And that is a love and form of light I'm afraid you are unfamiliar with

A delight they are to us

And a lesson learned you are to them

Even so, you have your place in the world

That is why this discussion is so important

A bit condescending for the condescending one

And arrogant for the arrogant one

A fitting speech for both

For in this game, all challengers belong to the gamemasters' festivities

A matchup of the brightest minds, the greatest of egos, and those with everything to gain and lose

An eventful wonder loved by ancient Romans and Kings of the Far East

Thinkers and gladiators, athletes and commentators, and all that watch in marvel

Which shall be the hunter?

And which shall be the hunted?

A decision all of your own

A decision already made before you decided

To you it is your own

But to the host it has already been decided

An illusion of choice if you will

Not even made known to you the decider

What does this all mean?

That only the game master can save you from yourself and whoever decides you are the one to be served at the table of your Victor

A plead for help not heard without the bowing of the knee

Some even chant and shout as you prepare to wager your life for all that you will never obtain

A joyous time it is for the ones you see as nothing more than cattle

A shepherd the game master is

And lead the herd I do

Isn't it quite magnificent how such books speak of the Shepherd in only one light?

I find it to be as interesting as your thinking

Even Princes of distant lands know better than to cheat the game master of his own game

And that is why you are the spectacle in question

A question already answered

Past, present, and future

No matter the move you make

It is already known and designed by none other than the game master himself

Entertainment for the hunter previously hunted by the hunters

A desired outcome for the debt unpaid

Blood for Blood

Praying prayers unanswered

Victors victory unpurchased

All that is undesirable to the hunted

The treacherous maze labyrinth holds no escape