Greed's Theory
By Neo Arkadia
I was born... I am currently in this damn hideout called...
No wait...
That's wrong...
I was born... I lived... then I DIED... then I was born yet again... and here I am...
Writing in down my own personal commentary... hehe... In this place named Devil's Nest... So bloody obvious... Greed, Sin, Devil, Lucifer, all so very silly, if you ask me...
Oh? You're probably wondering how I did the whole resurrection shtick. Basically, I didn't do it on my own. Some lady named Dante resurrected me. Lives in a house in the middle of the forest. Some how she's alive still. And she's 140 plus years old. Must get good exercise; eat right, all that new age health mumbo jumbo. All rubbish if you ask me. All you need is a few good women. Heh.
Anyways, after she brought me back to life, and I should note, I don't remember much of my past life... I soon thereafter got involved with a group of beings just like me, well not entirely; no one will ever be JUST like me. That would be impossible.
This group of odd cats and kittens was called the Seven Cardinal Sins. We were an anomaly. Human, yet not quite. As a kid said once, we are dolls with working hearts. We're human, yet we completely miss something... we lack a soul, if I remember correctly.
Anyways, I was the strongest shield, because for the strangest reason, I could use a form of organic mentally controlled Alchemy. Basically I use the carbon molecules in my body to harden my body so it becomes as hard as Diamond. A shield indeed. I am literally invincible... but at times I worry that there is a limit to even such a shield...
I decided to leave their petty group, but soon hereafter, the only one of the last crew left alive, the one who calls himself Envy, a complete and utter bastard, in my opinion, locked me up at some research facility for nearly 150 years. Time passed, and only recently have I been awakened, due to the efforts of some blonde midget with limbs, and his 'brother', a giant suit of armor.
I have escaped and formed a group from a series of mutants, degenerates, convicts and the other less honorable parts of society. But they probably don't realize my real purpose...
I want the entire world... I want everything... every life, everything, every fact, it must all be mine... hehe... A grand idea if I say so myself, albeit cliché, though it's what I get for being the incarnation of all greed...
I am such a wiseass.
But can I even do such a thing? Is it possible to get the world, and hold it all in your hand? Even Homunculii can wear out, most likely, even with regeneration. We are not immortal; nothing is, even with the capacity of regeneration. Not even god. I have to learn everything, if I want everything...
And if need be, I shall use the holy stone forged by the powers of hell... The Philosopher's Stone... Hell... Maybe even that rumored 'truth'... The power of god, in my hands... hehe...
Wait...
I'm getting too philosophical. Damn it, I hate when that happens.
Kimbley tells me that the Military is moving onto our position. Here's to hoping the kid in the suit was worth capturing, because this may be the last time I get to talk about myself if things go wrong...
Bye my sexy self
FIN
By Neo Arkadia
I was born... I am currently in this damn hideout called...
No wait...
That's wrong...
I was born... I lived... then I DIED... then I was born yet again... and here I am...
Writing in down my own personal commentary... hehe... In this place named Devil's Nest... So bloody obvious... Greed, Sin, Devil, Lucifer, all so very silly, if you ask me...
Oh? You're probably wondering how I did the whole resurrection shtick. Basically, I didn't do it on my own. Some lady named Dante resurrected me. Lives in a house in the middle of the forest. Some how she's alive still. And she's 140 plus years old. Must get good exercise; eat right, all that new age health mumbo jumbo. All rubbish if you ask me. All you need is a few good women. Heh.
Anyways, after she brought me back to life, and I should note, I don't remember much of my past life... I soon thereafter got involved with a group of beings just like me, well not entirely; no one will ever be JUST like me. That would be impossible.
This group of odd cats and kittens was called the Seven Cardinal Sins. We were an anomaly. Human, yet not quite. As a kid said once, we are dolls with working hearts. We're human, yet we completely miss something... we lack a soul, if I remember correctly.
Anyways, I was the strongest shield, because for the strangest reason, I could use a form of organic mentally controlled Alchemy. Basically I use the carbon molecules in my body to harden my body so it becomes as hard as Diamond. A shield indeed. I am literally invincible... but at times I worry that there is a limit to even such a shield...
I decided to leave their petty group, but soon hereafter, the only one of the last crew left alive, the one who calls himself Envy, a complete and utter bastard, in my opinion, locked me up at some research facility for nearly 150 years. Time passed, and only recently have I been awakened, due to the efforts of some blonde midget with limbs, and his 'brother', a giant suit of armor.
I have escaped and formed a group from a series of mutants, degenerates, convicts and the other less honorable parts of society. But they probably don't realize my real purpose...
I want the entire world... I want everything... every life, everything, every fact, it must all be mine... hehe... A grand idea if I say so myself, albeit cliché, though it's what I get for being the incarnation of all greed...
I am such a wiseass.
But can I even do such a thing? Is it possible to get the world, and hold it all in your hand? Even Homunculii can wear out, most likely, even with regeneration. We are not immortal; nothing is, even with the capacity of regeneration. Not even god. I have to learn everything, if I want everything...
And if need be, I shall use the holy stone forged by the powers of hell... The Philosopher's Stone... Hell... Maybe even that rumored 'truth'... The power of god, in my hands... hehe...
Wait...
I'm getting too philosophical. Damn it, I hate when that happens.
Kimbley tells me that the Military is moving onto our position. Here's to hoping the kid in the suit was worth capturing, because this may be the last time I get to talk about myself if things go wrong...
Bye my sexy self
FIN
