Post by Skulldon on Aug 28, 2011 19:40:15 GMT -5
On a warm, sunny day a man walks into the town square. He is bald and has a long beard, black goggles obscuring his eyes. his long white overcoat has a long collar that covers his neck, and he has on long black gloves and high black boots. He is followed by uniformed guards, carrying a podium between them. Wordlessly, the man points to a spot on the ground, and his guard put it down, and stand next to it, flanking the mane on all sides. The man steps up to the podium, clears his throat, and speaks in a loud, clear, incredibly deep but friendly voice.
My friends...have you ever missed your childhood?
He paused.
Here you are, living off the land, your hard, grueling lives grinding away at you. Remember when you were a child? How all you wanted was to have fun? I don't think that's an unreachable goal.
He smiled, disarmingly.
Whatever governments and kings and councils rule over you, their fingers tightening around your brains, dampening your creativity, your desires ensnared by their wiles and wishes.
Remember when you were a child? Free, innocent. Playing with your toys. We've forgotten, as adults, how happy toys used to make us. We've made it a crime, an embarrassment to play with toys. Well, I think we should amend the meaning of "toy." Toy, noun: a object...that makes you happy.
He laughed at the growing crowd.
I intend to rid you of your unhappiness. The invisible fingers of government keeping you down, keeping you under their control. Cast off the mantle of Adulthood, and pick up the toys of your childhood. that does not mean....abandon your family, have no responsibilities. No, I mean you must do what makes you happy. What they don't want you to do. What I will allow you to do.
My friends...
He held out a fist to his side, smiling wide.
Toward a utopian playland!
My friends...have you ever missed your childhood?
He paused.
Here you are, living off the land, your hard, grueling lives grinding away at you. Remember when you were a child? How all you wanted was to have fun? I don't think that's an unreachable goal.
He smiled, disarmingly.
Whatever governments and kings and councils rule over you, their fingers tightening around your brains, dampening your creativity, your desires ensnared by their wiles and wishes.
Remember when you were a child? Free, innocent. Playing with your toys. We've forgotten, as adults, how happy toys used to make us. We've made it a crime, an embarrassment to play with toys. Well, I think we should amend the meaning of "toy." Toy, noun: a object...that makes you happy.
He laughed at the growing crowd.
I intend to rid you of your unhappiness. The invisible fingers of government keeping you down, keeping you under their control. Cast off the mantle of Adulthood, and pick up the toys of your childhood. that does not mean....abandon your family, have no responsibilities. No, I mean you must do what makes you happy. What they don't want you to do. What I will allow you to do.
My friends...
He held out a fist to his side, smiling wide.
Toward a utopian playland!