One time there was a ben and from this ben came much deceit. Henceforth he became known as LipsOfDeceit tm. Using his deceitful nature as a boon to his cause he ventured forth to destroy the world as he knew it.

His first target in this world of happiness and honesty was the most honorable Alex Ogier. Using his powers of emoness he acted aloof and sad. This drove Alex into a state of faithless despiration. Alex promised that he would end Ben even if Ben was the final boss and he was underleveled.

Thus the prophecy was born one man of honor and justice against the most devious Bon.

The Second Saga

Ben didn't listen. He ignored me. The rage which was implicit in his nature was released and unto his subjects his wrath was wroght. (sp?)

Remembering a time before of hope before the world befell the Eve and Apple which was the Bon memories of happiness and fortitude bought forth a lingering mellow feeling.

Yet momentary it was it was the happiest moment in the narators life. The soiled world of the now crashed back around him. Ben stared. "What" the words shattered the ego and a despiration ensued.

Years from now this would be known as the beginning of a great resolve. A resolve which would eventually bring about peace once again into the world of innocence. Where lips did not deceive and dreams are not deferred.

Until this day the masses hold on to the last wisps of hope, waiting for their hero.

Vanity Fair

He came home. Prissy and polished. New clothes hanging from his lethal limbs. He ignores me again.

We attempt chinese water torture. It doesn't work. He is now impervious to the only means we had of hurting him.

We cower the only thing left in this life is to join him. He is too powerful, all hope is lost.

As he sits in the living room I escape, there is nothing more to be done. I must go and train. One day I will win.

Orangue tangy

His petulence overwhelms, ignoring even the slightest interaction he persues the vast emptiness of the virtual world. Beyond all reason and hope he undermines all those who seek his attent speaking only to let his displease be known.

A darkness falls upon the land, those who yet have breath cry out. As the soul of the people dies, the dearth of eternal suffering begins.

Our hero has yet to rise, yet to take back the world and for now we must suffer the fate we have been dealt. To live as we and die, we shall suffer but persevere.

Let it be known the pain he has caused, the orangeness of his shirt, and the contempt of his stare, let it be remembered that it was he who tormented and us who could not relent.

Let it be known that we had no choice but to suffer, to crash down upon the rocks of dispair, of torment and of terror. It was we who were lost upon the waves of choas and were swept away by the voids of space and time, and it was he who made it be so.

Remember those who suffered, for your memory is all they will have ever had.

Ben swollows the world (metaphorically)

Upon a dull summers day Ben returned from his expidition. Laden he was with Burger au Sanyan (A Burger from the bakery).

Ignoring (yet again) those who sought his mind he consumes. Yet it is not only his food that he consumes but the lives of those around him. They seek shelter from the life sucking qualities of his visage.

Beyond the realm of the living the gods of old look down upon and dispear. Another fallen child has been born to the world, the battles of old, faught with great loss are still present in their mind. Not only do they dispair but they lose interest, focusing their thoughts onto matters closer at hand. Earth is now alone, the devine protection once afforded mankind has been revoked. Mankind is alone and it is their darkest hour.

A Reality Unfolds

The wasteland that was our lives continued but he was not among us...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this and nothing more."

Yet it was not that and nothing more it was the ghost of a man known once but no more.
Now only the shade of his influence remains, the corporeal form continues yet in lands adrift.
Here we stand alone, the loss of our most dire enemy sets in. All is not without sorrow.
For without the torment - the harrows of existential sunder - to what does good happenstance compare iteself.
Without the suffering there is no happiness and without the torementor there is no suffering.
Away in towers yonder he plots but misery he does not dispel.
Til the tapping becomes a knock we shall remain adrift in corrupt reality.

Beyond Respect and Respite

Towards a dim end we march, as the universe is torn asunder, entropy too does aflict us.

The words flow slower from our mouths. Less we say of today's world that the one of yesteryear.

Our minds are stuck, the past holds us. And the future goes beyond our comprehension.

In that past does one axiom pull, stronger than all the rest. Leeching our energy from the abyss.

Deceit flows as dreams are dashed. Never shall the future we once saw hold us.

Blank. Void. A Mist of misery. Our minds contain.

A whisper. No hope.

Then Silence.

Weird Intermission - A Ben MacDonald tale

The Bad Beginning