[font=Courier New,Courier,monospace]// A random nexus post appears, seeming to be a video. The room its in, however, is very dark. One cannot make anything out but a pair of two glowing yellow optics, shifting in the darkness as his head sways. The voice is a Glitch's. //[/font] [font=Courier New,Courier,monospace]"I remember the good times. Recollection. I recall the wind billowing past my golden cape, the bronze pauldrons on my shoulders clanking with each proud step. With a halberd in hand and a bronze clad fist, it seemed as if I was unstoppable. As strong as I was, I could not escape fate.. No, it was not fate. It was chance." [/font] [font=Courier New,Courier,monospace]The Glitch paused a moment, shifting in his chair a bit. He rose his finger, a small lighter flame emitting from his fingertips to dimly illuminate his bronze face, cracked visor laid over those golden optics.[/font] [font=Courier New,Courier,monospace]"One can listen all they want to the untouched: 'climb back up'. After you fall so many times, you begin to lose hope. With that lost hope, you lose everything. You lose your humanity, you lose your resources, you lose your wealth, you lose your empire. In one fatal game of chance, it all crumbles, and sinks in the abyssal magma, turned to nothing but mere cinders. [/font] [font=Courier New,Courier,monospace]I made some friends on the way. I do wonder what they are doing. If they are rising to glory, or if they fell like I have. It doesn't matter anymore anyways. With what I am now, I could hardly ever be an ally again. I am but a cinder, forced to float wherever the wind takes me. [/font] [font=Courier New,Courier,monospace]Pride can make one fall. No matter what happens now, I will not stand again. Take that as advice. Never force yourself to get back up. Never fall." [/font] [font=Courier New,Courier,monospace]// The video ended there. His tone was rather sad. \\[/font]
