Post by Neutron on Jun 21, 2011 23:17:19 GMT -5
Typed in Kree characters.
The faculty have found it mildly worrisome that after a year of cohabitation with the other teenage, human, students, I have not assimilated appropriately. They have mandated that I must possess, and maintain, a personal log. I am required to confess my thoughts, feelings, and other nonsense, weekly. Though I am not amused - remotely - by this, I have no choice, but, to acquiesce.
What I feel, currently, is irritation. I am irritated that these air-breathers expect me to act more human; as if they could insult me further. I may have been shunned by my race's deity, but that doesn't stop me from being Kree. I refuse. Nothing will stop me from rejecting everything that my pride holds paramount.
Nevertheless, it confuses me, for their, apparent, concern. Is this a method for them to control me; to sate my zealotry? Of what importance am I, to them? What more could they want from me? I am a trained Cadet of the Kree Armada! There is nothing more for them to teach me!
Yet, I remain. Why?
This world is stifling. The longer I stay, the more these, humans, come to depend on me. Some part of me is glad for this; that I am capable of being that paragon of strength. Why?! They are of no importance to me!
I am the son of the greatest warrior, ever, to come from the Kree! What business do I have, sitting here? I should be surfing the stars, beginning the battle anew with that, cursed, Thanos! I am not the one that needs to be taught! I am the teacher; not they!
I am the most advanced! I am, of the evolved Ruul!! With the power of living, and dying, suns, I will, eventually, leave this planet, and tear the very heavens asunder! My name, alone, will cleave the universe in twain!
You all will see, humans. I will show you just how powerful I, truly, am.
The faculty have found it mildly worrisome that after a year of cohabitation with the other teenage, human, students, I have not assimilated appropriately. They have mandated that I must possess, and maintain, a personal log. I am required to confess my thoughts, feelings, and other nonsense, weekly. Though I am not amused - remotely - by this, I have no choice, but, to acquiesce.
What I feel, currently, is irritation. I am irritated that these air-breathers expect me to act more human; as if they could insult me further. I may have been shunned by my race's deity, but that doesn't stop me from being Kree. I refuse. Nothing will stop me from rejecting everything that my pride holds paramount.
Nevertheless, it confuses me, for their, apparent, concern. Is this a method for them to control me; to sate my zealotry? Of what importance am I, to them? What more could they want from me? I am a trained Cadet of the Kree Armada! There is nothing more for them to teach me!
Yet, I remain. Why?
This world is stifling. The longer I stay, the more these, humans, come to depend on me. Some part of me is glad for this; that I am capable of being that paragon of strength. Why?! They are of no importance to me!
I am the son of the greatest warrior, ever, to come from the Kree! What business do I have, sitting here? I should be surfing the stars, beginning the battle anew with that, cursed, Thanos! I am not the one that needs to be taught! I am the teacher; not they!
I am the most advanced! I am, of the evolved Ruul!! With the power of living, and dying, suns, I will, eventually, leave this planet, and tear the very heavens asunder! My name, alone, will cleave the universe in twain!
You all will see, humans. I will show you just how powerful I, truly, am.