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Most people are useless, and will contribute nothing to the fight; their uselessness will prove detrimental to the fight, their inaction only serving the enemy. No one’s life is meaningless, yet these people must be ignored for now if we are to succeed, though ignoring them is difficult, they have a way of imposing themselves on you, they get up in your face and talk, and talk, and talk, without pause, bleating on about nothing at all other than their own narcissistic obsessions. “No fame of theirs will the world endure, mercy and justice will disdain them, do not speak of them, but look and pass.”
Yet even the most lonely soul, revelling in solitude, disdainful of the useless ones, will need friends and allies. He must search through the writhing mass of pointless talk and selfish lust to find those who, like him, feel constrained and disgusted by the orgy of pointlessness going on around them on all sides, the greatest squandering of potential conceivable.
And find them he must, for they are there to be found, those souls who possess the relevant intuition to see beyond, those who can break free from the clutching limbs, those who can breach the surface of the ocean of useless talk and breathe the pure air above, whilst the others drown in the poisoned water of their own making.
A confederacy must be formed, for even the brightest star is useless without others to share and appreciate his enlightenment. And together they can all be brighter still. When they join forces those few can rise far above the wasteland beneath and soar on towards the light, crushing all darkness in their path.
For his allies will complete him, each will provide to the group their own particular skills and knowledge, making the whole greater than the sum of its parts. Each individual can make use of the collective to further their own brightness. From the collective, each one can shine all the better, learning from one another, each contributing to the overall.
He will be their leader, the root cause of their intrepid endeavour, spurred on not only by external things, but also by his will to preserve and empower his group of enlightened souls. He will gather the relevant knowledge and will guide the way forward. With complete knowledge of his allies, he will show them all, each one, how they each can realise their potential and strive on.
Beside him will stand his fierce protector. She will be the one who ventures out into the wasteland, discovering all the major threats to the group and stamping them out as best she can before they can grow into true dangers. She will be closest to him, having the most complete knowledge of him, arguably knowing him better than he knows himself, and, as the mother of the group, will care for and nourish her children protecting them all at all costs.
Then comes the warrior queen. She will excel in all martial matters, striking down all in her path. Ruthless and merciless she will not stand for all the injustice and evil of the wasteland, and will direct the group in all military matters. A deeply troubled soul, she will internalise all of her pain and anguish ready to unleash it upon her enemies in violent torrents of rage. Abandon all hope, ye who stand against her.
Then there is the great, guiding hope. She will be his inspiration, the one who first shows him the path out of the wasteland. She will have the greatest grasp of the good, effortlessly seeing the light in every dark place. For when the darkest moment arrives she will be the one to sacrifice herself. Though she will leave the group, she will always be with them in one form or another, maintaining the hope that keeps them afloat above the writhing mass of flesh beneath them.
Next comes his guardian angel. She it will be who comes to him when all hope looks lost and will drag him back from the brink of despair. Knowing little fear, she will always push the group on to face new dangers, knowing that all must be overcome. With her wicked beauty, she will continually beguile her foes whilst showing the highest loyalty towards the group, spurring them on to new endeavours.
The vengeful princess, daughter of the warrior queen, stands tall and strong. Wild and ambitious, she vows to avenge her mother and the rest of the group of all the ills that beset them in the past. Dark and beautiful, she will stride out into the heart of the wasteland callously stripping the pointless souls bare of all their false garments, revealing the void beneath.
Finally comes the knowing prophetess. The most powerfully intuitive member of the group, she sees right through the illusions and straight into the heart of all things. She will interpret all of the mysteries that the group comes upon, and so doing, will light up the path ahead of them, always knowing the right way to go.
Others will there be, beyond this core group, lesser allies who will assist them, though wary must they be of weaker souls, less resistant to the allure of the wasteland.
Only together can they rise up out of the wasteland, and through their efforts can the wasteland be saved. For even the most hideous of the pointless souls writhing in the wasteland will be saved when the final light sweeps across the world.
He can do this, with the help of his group. But first, he must find them.
Omega Synthesis 