I can feel them, the horrors scratching against my plate.
They're desperate to extract an ounce that falters or regrets.
Within I am undeterrable, no fraction of me unset.
Inside unyielding body, powered by forces unreplete.
My cause, my dream, my purpose, it is sheltered through the means I have been given, a task I'm none but to meet.
I have a job to do, and I'm not built to fear, so I'll plow on until infinity has been reached.
For all eternity I'll gladly hear shrill screams, and ever watch the eyes of angered gods.
I'll laugh them off, how couldn't I?
They're just the thing I seek.
I'm near the top of all that is, a hierarchy which we own.
I hear the call of danger, the fiery spears of locals.
I turn course and dive on in, to crush them in my principle.
It is all I am, and gladly too.
It is my cause, my dream, my purpose.
Futility, the word that comes to mind.
On all counts, to each it applies.
My goal is mercifully endless, and my opponents endlessly weak.
Fully mine, the pleasure unmatched, taking on displays of power of those decidedly meek.
It's gloriously pathetic, to fell a ruler like a tree.
Please, I urge you.
Introduce me to your demons, I'm sure we'd love to meet.
To everything you can't oppose, I day of it, I propose.
My plate makes me unstoppable, my drive makes me indomitable.
There's only one of all that is which turns the fear on me.
Until the dice of time call me, and all my chances run dry,
I'll have the while to knock others down to levels all the same.
So to those that I meet, I'd advise that you play kindly.
Seeing doom and charging in is what I am; the doom is not for me.
I simply don't have a choice, not as if I'd ever take it.
Breaking you, should you try to hammer, is the tool of my form.
Finding what you're made of , no matter what you're made of...
It is, oh so simply, my cause, my dream, my purpose.
So like, did you want fries with that?
ummm ok?
I have my own um.. cheese?
@Graingy Hmm... ok. I guess that makes sense.
@TheLoadingGorilla Well, you see, the magic in being all-powerful is the fact that you don't need to care what others are doing nearly so much.
That's like complaining that you can't build a space station in Earth orbit because there's a massively powerful alien species over in the andromeda galaxy. Sure, they could come over, but why would they? And why would they care to stop your own little space program?
Soia hasn't "conquered", they simply hold dominion over all that they wish to. They 'conquer' at will when needed, not pre-emptively.
Takes a bit of fun out of it if you want to become someone important.
@Graingy It's a bit daunting to know that there’s an unstoppable empire of incredibly advanced "robots" who do pretty much everything for fun because they already have conquered nearly all of reality.
@TheLoadingGorilla ?????????????
@Graingy Too late...😔
@Numbers2 That's a lot to explain. Read this, if you have the time.
@TheLoadingGorilla Don't tell what?
@Graingy and who's Soia
@Graingy I am not trying to scare you, sandy-man.
@Graingy Don’t tell him! Ignorance is bliss...
@TheLoadingGorilla You don't scare me, ape man.
@Graingy yeah what's that or who's that?
@Numbers2 ... A unit of Soia?
@Graingy anger
@Graingy who's Soian unit?
@TheLoadingGorilla Kinda stretching definitions but go off I guess
@Numbers2 No, I wasn't.
This account is owned by Graingy, not me.
Graingy is owned by Soia.
A Soian unit wrote this.
Simple as.
RRRAAAAGHAHAGAHAGGGA POETRY!!
@Graingy wait you got hacked 💀
Which, sure, they're technically allowed to do it, but I'd wish they'd tell me first. This account is kinda my responsibility and all. I need to know what's being done with it.
@Mrcooldude Soians.
Clearly someone above me decided to borrow the account to post... really bad free form poetry. If I had to guess, an MS unit musing about their own existence.
Can they at least ASK before borrowing the account?