He built his prison with poetry and small units of education that had no currency outside a web page. Disease ridden titans howled in the walls as he stared up to the oculus of his enlightenment. The small hole that sometimes let down the filtered majesty of dead stars.
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"The universe is beautiful.
The universe is constantly in motion, animated.
Everything animated is beautiful.
Every particle of you an ecosystem.
Every breath an awakening.
Every action an orchestra."
- Norman Burke
"His neon soaked brain, etched in tragedy, took in the razor vamps drinking stem cell martinis while the house mistress danced alone to a Russian violin. The synaesthesia was wearing off and he couldn’t smell colors anymore but still the vapid red of Samiya’s dress smelled like sin and ecstasy."
- Norman Burke
Opening of a Golden Path
“I teach you the superman. Man is something to be surpassed.”
NietzscheWhat fortune to find ourselves together at long last. Our paths may have never crossed. Together we have never shared the silence of the stars, nor the brilliance of a city in…
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"Younger and younger we are learning how to hack code and remake reality. Acts of will from adolescents have more power today than in any other time in history. We’ve democratized the source code of human enlightenment. Our narrative is told in the cloud, our vision live streams in binary."
- Norman Burke
Mage: The Last Door
The game grows…
…a stage is set in second life. A narrator has risen to tell the story. A world of maps and doors and secrets lies just an invitation away.
But…
What do you seek? What kind of game excites you? What songs of power send sexual tingles down your spine? What do you hunger for in the deep dark of tomorrow?
Is it the dramatis personae of being how you’ve always imagined you should be? Creating an avatar, an extension of your will, to craft strange worlds in the void of your imagination?
Or is it the battle you seek? To see your enemies driven before you, to tap the infinite wells of power and emerge as a God? To be stronger, smarter, better?
Or is it a sacred truth you seek? To know the names of the unnameable? To whisper in the dark with the shadow lords of abyss or take tea in the garden of the tree of life with the ghosts of dead geniuses? Is it the wonder that drives you?
So help me, tell me. What do you seek?
