Video post: Signless is having some doubts in his old age.

[iron_infidel]

[It has been quite a while since he had come onto the network like this. It seemed that the days had come together into one brief moment. He knew that something was off deep within his gut but he chose to ignore it. He moves to click on the network feed and clears his throat before he begins to speak. His eyes are sunken and it appears as if sleep had been a last thought to him.]

I believe today marks the day of my 100th year here...no wait perhaps it is in nineties. It is hard to make sense of what is truth. I feel...the same as I had when I arrived. Here I thought age was supposed to change a person. While this holds some truth to it I am not sure if this tower has provided anything of value. Though it is only be expected when you consider just what is associated with this tower. I must say it is fortunate that I am not in the ground. That my age has not caught up with me. This I can conclude is probably due to the tower or simply that death will be soon upon me and my hopes, whats left of them, still remain.

I do not fear it. Death has been a constant visitor during my time here. Maybe it is best that it will come for me. I have not accomplished much during my stay here and given my future was only death, if I had returned home, perhaps it is to be. Considering such a situation, I feel as if hope is lost...my time has been useless within this tower. I could not come to protect those around me, or provide new hope for my friends and those who wished to follow my word. If it is to be and death is to be a visitor tonight, then I wish you well. If not I will continue to do what I can to assist you, even if you intend to detour it. I suppose it might be a miracle to some that a mutant has lived this long...heh what a load of hoofbeast shit. I was destined to die, never meant to be. I have always known this and chose to ignore it.

Nothing but words pour from my mouth and yet no one listens. It all ended in failure, here and back on Alternia. I.... I'm not sure what to do anymore.

[Any expression he had drops and slowly he turns his head away from the camera. Brows lowered and his frown was trapped in permanent doubt. ]

I am sorry for all of you.... Thank you for listening.

[With that he clicks off the feed for now, wishing to stare at the absence in the screen. Becoming lost within it.]

Comments

[snowdriftassassin]

Ain't gonna disagree wit ya der mon... Dis place, it ain't good fer nobody.

But ya know... I be here fer ya, if ya need sumone mon.

[iron_infidel]

I am aware of your presence, it seems it has been eons since we last spoke. Dare I say that our date is just above the foggy expanse of my memory. Perhaps to lighten such talk of sorrow, hopeless and mates long past we might journey for a bite or a stroll within the tower?

[He was simply trying to change the topic. Dwelling on such matters were not enjoyable.]

[snowdriftassassin]

Aye, seems like it don't it?

I wouldn't be mindin' a nice stroll an' good company mon. Jus' be tellin' me where ta meet an' I'll be there.

[iron_infidel]

Perhaps, we could meet at the cafeteria. I am uncertain if there is any food available, but we may stroll through the tower, since most of the rooms are nothing but dangerous breeding grounds for death and destruction.

[snowdriftassassin]

Cafeteria be soundin' more 'n good mon. I'll be meetin' ya der!