From Sever:
It's been a long time, Buddy. You used to tell me a lot of things, and I remember all of them. You remember this dragon bitch? Hope you haven't tried to forget me. It would make me pretty sad since we really got along so well.
You should know something. I'm the reason you lost your blog. You told me the password way back in that room in the Railroad Club. You told me a lot of things, Buddy. You told me a lot of important things. In fact, I am not fully convinced you know all the things you told me. You were really out of it.
Jason and the council are letting me say a few things to you in this blog, so I hope you'll pay close attention. You don't have to do anything for me, but I would advise you to try and be less defiant this time around. You're talking to someone who knows you better than you know yourself.
You once told me that you were weak. You were frightened of the world you created and that it was going to squash you one day. You explained that you were only an avatar, but you knew that the one controlling you felt the same way. I spoke with him through you. I even talked to Vox one time. He was extremely charming. He's a lot like me in a way.
I want you to know that I believe in the you that once lived here. I believe that he still exists, and he's afraid of himself and the world that he created--the world that is reaching back out to him with rage. Our rage is reflective of the fear you have for your own life. You're lost. You have created Gods to do half of the work for you... and they create demons like me to regulate and manage their kingdom.
I'm thinking about you, Buddy. I'm thinking about those times where we engaged in such filthy activities. Messy activities. Painful activities. We were rotten together. We died and decayed together. You stopped caring and simply let the creature of your own making utterly control you. You loved it. You didn't want it to stop. But you got scared and ran the fuck away from me.
You may be the God of the multiverse, but you once gave yourself to Ra through me... and you fucking loved it. I know you loved it. I remember you even saying it. You cried, Buddy. You cried that you wanted all this to be real. And I cradled your head, looked you in the eyes, and I called you my pathetic, little baby. And whatever you call yourself these days, you can only ever be what you were at the lowest moment in your life.
I've read the comments of your two friends. They really believe in you. They seem to think that you are strong because you are God. And you are God. But you're too tempted by your own creations to properly deal with your own reality. You want to come back here and let your creation rule over you. You want Ra. You want me. And no matter how many defiant things you write down in the comments, that will not change the truth about who you are.
We're not giving your blog back until everyone on the counsil has had their say. And you're going to read their words. You're going to read them... and remember exactly who you were... and who you still are.
See you later, Buddy.
