Post by MW on Oct 2, 2023 12:51:27 GMT -5
I let them in.
Blinded by ambition...yet again.
I watched from afar as their promotion dazzled and broke trends. My ego and belligerence would not allow me to publicly commend them for their originality. For their collective vision.
Maybe that’s where it went wrong.
Or maybe I’d been right about them all along.
Something told me not to trust them, no matter how much I admired and sometimes envied their talents.
But I am, at heart, a whore. So, I let them in.
It started with her. Allowing her admission into The Great Illuminatus. A match she nearly won without the help of those closest to her.
That should’ve been a warning of things to come.
I took a break to reset my mind. To find a new adventure.
Only to be lured back by the same game wearing a different face. The TRIAD consumed the entirety of my being. The one thing in life that could satiate my thirst for success and power.
It killed me that I couldn’t attain it on my own. It killed me that I had to seek the support of others to achieve the one remaining objective in my life worth pursuing.
I aligned with PIC and TLS. Two entities I was familiar with and felt I could manipulate. Two men I knew I could trust, if I could somehow manage to get past myself and return the favor.
But my ego would not allow me to do so. Instead, from the very start, I sought to undermine and outmaneuver them.
This led me to seek her out, once again. Which then led me to him.
I’d heard people speak about The Dragon. The way they spoke about him reminded me of so many other masterminds that were talked up only to enter my arena and leave defeated.
There was no doubt he’d be the same.
We struck a deal. He’d help me out if I helped him out. It was an all or nothing type of agreement. If I wanted one, I had to assure all three.
It should’ve stopped there. But, you know me, I just had to make another deal. I couldn’t sit still. I needed insurance, an alliance within an alliance.
I identified what appeared to be a lonely wolf. I approached, I took it in...and I got bit.
That’s when things began to turn.
I lost control.
In the end, I got outplayed.
Because of my hubris, my inability to look beyond what I had planned, one third of the most precious resource on this planet is now in the hands of Triumvirate.
All three members are now assured spots in The Great Illuminatus. They have a 1 in 5 shot at uniting the TRIAD. And, truthfully, the probability of that happening is far greater than the measly twenty percent the math gods offer up.
So, now, what do I do?
PIC and TLS have seen my hand. They know I’m only in this for myself.
Triumvirate is a thing and they have more power than the three so called ‘leaders’ of TRIAD.
It’s taken me since the Ghost Ship to come to grips with my current situation.
And I still don’t know what to do.
Angkor Wat is a great place for contemplation. It’s where we’re headed and where I’ll reconstruct my next plan.
It starts with the first step, as all journeys do.
That first step is simple. Stop Triumvirate. However that takes shape. Whatever that entails.
It isn’t a suggestion. It’s a requirement. A necessity to keep the world’s most precious resource out of their hands.
“Marcus,” Leo peeks in, stealing Marcus away from his inner thoughts.
“Yea?” Welsh looks up, his eyes returning to form.
“It’s time.”
Welsh stands and smiles, “Thanks, Leo. I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”
Marcus slips a lanyard over his head. An ID for backstage access nestles against his chest. Suddenly, the roar of a crowd shakes the walls of the previously silent room.
“Hurry, the show is starting!”
Welsh unzips his hoodie to reveal a Nickelback shirt.
‘San Quentin’ starts to play in the background. The crowd gets louder.
Welsh tugs a black baseball cap over his head, trying to mask his identity. He hurries forward and high fives Leo as the duo rush out to enjoy the show.
Blinded by ambition...yet again.
I watched from afar as their promotion dazzled and broke trends. My ego and belligerence would not allow me to publicly commend them for their originality. For their collective vision.
Maybe that’s where it went wrong.
Or maybe I’d been right about them all along.
Something told me not to trust them, no matter how much I admired and sometimes envied their talents.
But I am, at heart, a whore. So, I let them in.
It started with her. Allowing her admission into The Great Illuminatus. A match she nearly won without the help of those closest to her.
That should’ve been a warning of things to come.
I took a break to reset my mind. To find a new adventure.
Only to be lured back by the same game wearing a different face. The TRIAD consumed the entirety of my being. The one thing in life that could satiate my thirst for success and power.
It killed me that I couldn’t attain it on my own. It killed me that I had to seek the support of others to achieve the one remaining objective in my life worth pursuing.
I aligned with PIC and TLS. Two entities I was familiar with and felt I could manipulate. Two men I knew I could trust, if I could somehow manage to get past myself and return the favor.
But my ego would not allow me to do so. Instead, from the very start, I sought to undermine and outmaneuver them.
This led me to seek her out, once again. Which then led me to him.
I’d heard people speak about The Dragon. The way they spoke about him reminded me of so many other masterminds that were talked up only to enter my arena and leave defeated.
There was no doubt he’d be the same.
We struck a deal. He’d help me out if I helped him out. It was an all or nothing type of agreement. If I wanted one, I had to assure all three.
It should’ve stopped there. But, you know me, I just had to make another deal. I couldn’t sit still. I needed insurance, an alliance within an alliance.
I identified what appeared to be a lonely wolf. I approached, I took it in...and I got bit.
That’s when things began to turn.
I lost control.
In the end, I got outplayed.
Because of my hubris, my inability to look beyond what I had planned, one third of the most precious resource on this planet is now in the hands of Triumvirate.
All three members are now assured spots in The Great Illuminatus. They have a 1 in 5 shot at uniting the TRIAD. And, truthfully, the probability of that happening is far greater than the measly twenty percent the math gods offer up.
So, now, what do I do?
PIC and TLS have seen my hand. They know I’m only in this for myself.
Triumvirate is a thing and they have more power than the three so called ‘leaders’ of TRIAD.
It’s taken me since the Ghost Ship to come to grips with my current situation.
And I still don’t know what to do.
Angkor Wat is a great place for contemplation. It’s where we’re headed and where I’ll reconstruct my next plan.
It starts with the first step, as all journeys do.
That first step is simple. Stop Triumvirate. However that takes shape. Whatever that entails.
It isn’t a suggestion. It’s a requirement. A necessity to keep the world’s most precious resource out of their hands.
“Marcus,” Leo peeks in, stealing Marcus away from his inner thoughts.
“Yea?” Welsh looks up, his eyes returning to form.
“It’s time.”
Welsh stands and smiles, “Thanks, Leo. I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”
Marcus slips a lanyard over his head. An ID for backstage access nestles against his chest. Suddenly, the roar of a crowd shakes the walls of the previously silent room.
“Hurry, the show is starting!”
Welsh unzips his hoodie to reveal a Nickelback shirt.
‘San Quentin’ starts to play in the background. The crowd gets louder.
Welsh tugs a black baseball cap over his head, trying to mask his identity. He hurries forward and high fives Leo as the duo rush out to enjoy the show.