Zeer's Soliloquy.

Long story short, it isn't one.      A tale as old as time, really. It often feels like a self-report to me at this point when someone seriously uses 'woke' as a criticism. Like making actual critical points on a narrative or what-have-you become impossible and they have to use the buzzwords instead.      Look, I will say, if you seriously think that 'woke' is valid criticism for anything, then I want you to define it to me without using the words diversity, social justice, modernity, or modern audience, because neither of those words are inherently bad for anything.      What pray tell, is wrong about wanting social justice? That noone is allowed to disrespect others at a hateful degree? And what too is erroneous on diversity? Is your view on the world simply that closed off and small? That even a game set in modern day may not have diversity that is true to life? Moreover, it is one thing to write events that never happened and pass them of...

But I’ll Never See That Light Again. The ??? of ???, ??? - City of ???, ??? England “You are not man, not of us. Damn us eternally should we vest you, pray on you, that you would go to heaven. Begone. That is kindness enough… Perhaps more than, for a pretender.” Spoke the Bishop, whom I know– knew as Father Byford. Even as I close my eyes, the words present themselves like I have studied them time and again. Tormenting all that I am or wished to be. Those heartless words that I cannot help but mull obsessively over… The drops come cold, much too cold, in taking stand out here, exposing myself to the world’s tears. Foreign enough that feeling is, so it drives conviction that truly I am left ungifted. Say it is not fault of I that His spirit abandons and instead my father’s, then worse should it be, my ignorance of who he is! Yet, it cannot be lost that my existence forbids all grace, for whether my intention to wound or otherwise, blood stays spilled. I sin taking all breaths, that aliv...