Fourth Dark Hole [Speak Out Event: Levels 4+5]

[cueball]

[Phone]

Everyone, I have something to announce!

I am a Communist. Even if I have little to no idea what a Communist is, even though I am not even from the planet Earth, and even though I am a First Guardian who lives in an entirely different dimension on the Green Moon of Alternia, I must say that I am a Communist! I never quite realized that until now.

Doesn't make sense to you? Well, don't worry it doesn't make much sense to me either! And I'm fairly sure it's not of my own will either. Have a nice day.

[Action; All around town]

[Scratch has bought himself a EM-202 Megaphone. You know what that means? It means he'll be around town all over today, blasting--]

Attention citizens of Mayfield: I am a Communist!

[...]

Can someone enlighten me on what exactly a Communist is!? I quite honestly have no idea.

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Caution: Teal Deer Crossing

[ooeeooahah]

Come on in, this is going to take a while.

[ She serves iced tea, and launches into an explanation into Communism. And since she's at level 3, she's telling the truth, the whole truth, and how communism is related to Marxism, with corollary information on how it is different from capitalism, socialism, fascism, monarchy, anarchy, theocracy and democracy. Just to be sure she covers the subject adequately, she details what she knows about the different communist regimes in her world, and how the those systems differ from pure theoretical communism and discusses the Orwellian literary examples (as best she can without having the books handy). ]

[ An hour or three (and a pitcher of iced tea) later, she pauses, her voice a little rough form the constant talking. ]

Now that's before we get into the psychological issues involved with each.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

[He comes in and listens to her intently, nodding every couple minutes in recognition.]

My word, so that is what a Communist is. ...I still don't understand why it is so terrible however. I feel like people here hate Communists, but they don't sound too different from regular people. Just with different beliefs and economic values.

[ooeeooahah]

Exactly. It's another thing that can be filed under "Humans Are Strange". A great deal of it comes form tribal posturing, and just plain control issues.

[ She rubs her head, eyes closed. ]

Politics like that makes my head hurt. But the thing is, whenever there is an "us", somewhere along the line there has to be a "them" to rail against, even when they were not actively at war.

[ Ilsa takes a sip of tea. ]

I am so not a fan of this system.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Mhm, yes politics are an odd thing. They don't quite exist in my dimension. Everyone is cast in a monarchy system by their blood color. The purple bloods of the sea are the rulers, while those on the other side of the scale are considered to be low-class and even mutants to their own race.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She sighs and shakes her head. ]

There once was a silly joke about a cooperative collective existing within a monarchy, but I'm stretched a bit thin to remember it well enough to give it the delivery it deserves.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Haa Haa! [He laughs a little.] Well, they aren't very cooperative. Most of the high bloods have a tendency to kill the low bloods beneath them.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She shakes her head sadly. ]

What a waste of talent.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

If their talent is making up silly texting quirks and being a generally terrible race of aliens, then they are actually very talent I must say! I've been moderating them for millions of years, through paradox space.

[ooeeooahah]

There's an exercise in ethics class, where the situation is rather dire for a family expecting another child... and out of that horrible situation came a musical genius.

But then, I tend to focus on finding the individuals that can help my city. It sounds as if your watch area was larger by an order of magnitude or two.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

My watch area was an entire planet. Observing for a million years, taking on unwitting proteges to help my efforts, all for the sake of one day seeing them blow themselves up.

[ooeeooahah]

That... was the goal?

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Well, the entire purpose of the sessions I moderated are to create new universes and in the process doom the universe the session took place in.

[ooeeooahah]

Hm, sounds very much like my understanding of Shiva, but I didn't study that pantheon very closely.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

It's alright, because I don't know what Shiva even is. [He takes a sip of the ice tea and swallows it down distastefully.] Ugh, are all human drinks this sweet?

[ooeeooahah]

Not usually. I might have to hide the tea pitcher from the assigned mate. Or encourage him to have another refrigerator in the garage.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

[He nods, putting the drink down on the table.] Right, it's okay. My throat was feeling rather parched from all the yelling, so that should help me out at least a little.

[ooeeooahah]

You do know that the powers that be are manipulating you into this broadcasting of your new political status, right?

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Hee Hee! Of course I know. [He smiles.] I don't even know what a Communist is, so why would I ever become one of my own free will. Ms. Higa, what do you take me for?

[ooeeooahah]

Just making sure, they can be sneaky. Please be careful.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

[He pauses for a moment and sighs.]

Thank you for your concern, Ms. Higa. I mean it.