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I am known by many names, but a ruler of my caliber deserves many names. Call me Lucifer, Satan, Anti-Christ, Evil, The Devil, whatever, because I
have been ruling this world for thousands of years. All of you are my minions, and you do exactly what I say. You are good slaves.
I control everything the media provides to you, as I own the minds of the people that provide you the programming you watch on your TV, keeping you
brainwashed and unable to think for yourself. Those hours you spend watching TV causes you to forget all the suffering going on in the rest of the
world, but that's all part of my plan.
Some pious individual may state that the root of all Evil is money. It's not. It's because you love money more than each other. I'm so clever, and
it works perfectly. Greed is created, and that just feeds into my power. I motivate you to want more and more money, and the more you get, the less
you think about your fellow humans. A brilliant Ruler deserves respect, and when people worship money, they are feeding some of the most basic needs
I have, and I grow stronger, and more respected. It doesn't stop there. In fact that's where it all begins.
I control the MSM. I own all the minds of every person working in Hollywood, and the minds of every board member of every corporate broadcasting
station. The radio waves belong to me. It's all about greed, and making more money, and I revel in it. In the olden days, they used to pay tribute
to me with gold coins, but I now have so much wealth I spend it frivolously. I invest in more greed, controlling minds, controlling more. You owe me
tribute, but pay me with your soul, not your wealth. Wealth is trivial to me. You sell yourselves for the riches of this world, which mean nothing,
and your souls have lost value. They belong to me now anyways. You are such good slaves.
You are helpless against me, because you have forgotten where you came from. As long as you forget, it's party time for me and my minions.
See, you don't realize that you place you kids in front of the TV, or buy them a video game system to play. You are breeding future generations of
minions for me. You aren't teaching them family values, and the importance of right or wrong, you are shuffling off your responsibilities as a parent
and you barely communicate with your own offspring. You can't relate to them, nor can they to you. The mayhem is awesome, as I watch all the broken
families going through divorce, the hatred that's produced, and the kids shooting up schools and killing because they weren't instilled with family
values, and have no concept of the value of a human life. You've sold your souls for money. That works great for me, because I absolutely love it,
and I grow more powerful. Give me your children, and I will program them to be my minions. Thank you, you already have. You are such very good
Every crime, every suicide bombing, every war is fought because you have completely lost touch. You train the next generation of my minions for me,
and they follow in the same path you did. They are obedient, and do exactly what I say. More wars, more shootings in Florida, the hatred and racism
blossoming, defining even more loyal followers. I love hatred and dissent. Keep up the good work. I feed off of all the pain and suffering in the
world, so the more the better. Why not serve your Master to the best of your ability?
Confusion is another Gem you add to my coffers. I love it. So many different belief systems in place, and you guys have no idea which one is right.
I've watched over the years, and Judiasm worked out fairly good during the transition to the Iron Age. Christianity served me well during the Middle
Ages, slaughtering millions of innocent people, and now Islam works fine as a label the Americans can define as "terrorists". Nobody knows if their
religion is right, but they fight to the death with the belief that they are "righteous". Chaos is the brother of confusion, and I love it when noone
can get along. The more Chaos, the better my battle plan for Armageddon is. I've been planning for centuries. Humans forget the past, and being
doomed to repeat it gives me the tactical edge. I have far more resources than my opponent does.
See, I also control the weather. I'm slowly changing the climate as well, the greed and need for fossil fuels pumping more co2 into the environment
than it can handle. All you humans can comprehend is your profit from the sale of your oil commodity, and so the destruction you have been
inadvertently causing to the Earth's biosphere will occur, but by the time you acknowledge it, it will be too late. The change leads to another
extinction event, and my plan is to welcome more dead souls into my realm. The more, the merrier. My ultimate goal is to eradicate my own creator,
and take his place as the Ruler of All.
So my plans are set. You guys are doing a fabulous job of supporting me, and I thank you for that. I am unbeatable, I know it.
I am so powerful I sometimes get bored. Once I went to Georgia for a vacation, I took my golden fiddle with me, and happened across a stupid hick. I
hate him. I lost. Too cocky, I suppose. I gleaned knowledge from that fiasco. You don't cheat The Devil very often, but the hatred I left that
encounter with was refreshing, and being humbled was an interesting experience. I'm the Ruler of Hell, but I'm not without honor. There is only one
way to defeat me. I have vast armies of minions under my mind control, and I'm always looking for a few more souls to steal. Want to make a deal?
I know there are a few good people left in the world. I want you. I want to corrupt the way you think, your honesty, and turn you into another
minion so my rule can be absolute, but you refuse every temptation offered to you. Offer your souls against my challenge, and if you win, you are
free to change the world.
There are three things I hate more than anything else in this world. One is charity. Kindness is the second. The third is what the other two embody.
Post your answer, then use that to try to defeat me. If you lose, you soul belongs to me.
edit on 4/4/12 by Druid42 because: forgot to add pic, oops.