BornAndTorn 21 Chaos Ensues 5

And that is how the next days went by in a flash. I could see many spectacular fights. They never once ceased to fight. Amazingly, they did no show any signs of being tired of shedding so much blood. Their faith in their G.o.ds seems to be a really good fuel for this kind of madness. Not that I am complaining, it really makes for a good appetizer. Even though everything happened according to the plan I had, but there still was a feeling of uneasiness lingering inside of me. It feels like I am slowly losing control of the situation.

In general, even my biggest fan has not spoken about me in the last days, as if I did not exist in the first place. Seriously, the dude, who spent nearly 3 hours ranting of how awesome he is, pa.s.ses on the chance to insult someone like me? There has to be something much bigger behind this. I refuse to believe, that this was not planned by someone. They may be trying to lure me out or tempt me to do something stupid and then getting rid of me. That must be the case. Quite a crafty plan indeed, but they would never think that I came from a world, which is way craftier than this one.

Well, as it turns out I am just way too paranoid, the true reason was much simpler. Someone made a Holy-Tube channel claiming to be Call-me-Daddy 2. And that's the end of the story. Seriously I tried to create a persona, that everyone hates. But who in the right mind would come to the conclusion that carrying the mask of a former faceless ent.i.ty is the right idea?

But what really infuriates me the most, is that this dude is seriously just copying everything I did. No personal touch just the same acts I pulled.

Boundless arrogance -Check

Polarizing speech -Check

Making fun of the Daddy family -Check

Clear and concise language -Check

I had envisioned something. I wanted it to be a sign. People should have their worst experiences coming up just be hearing my name. Now the name is a.s.sociated with a squeaky voice. Just great, a symbol of fear just now became the tool of what feels like to be a 5-year old influencer.

Even his/ her uploaded videos are a goldmine for cringy t.i.tles. "My motivation, My eternal demise, all alone", and just in tradition, you could purchase merch in their shop.

" I will not rest until you all are dead.

I will not rest until every sin is gone,

I will not rest till what wrong is right

I will rest when evil is no more

Until that day I will settle the score "

I never wanted it to end like that. Everything should have been under my control, but destiny just has to kick me in the b.a.l.l.s over and over and over again. Just because I had the slightest feeling of satisfaction for once, someone had to change it.

Not willing to further put up with what I became, I checked the Top10 to see if Call me Daddy is still in it. But there was no escape, my former guise kept on haunting me. At the top spot, was it, was something I never could have seen coming. It was "Call me Daddy2". Trying to keep my calm, I decided to switch my approach.

Instead of working against the Influence, I am now forced to work with it. It does not seem to get any easier from now on. Way more variables but you have to wonder, why does even such a hotblooded person like "Call me Daddy" keep his mouth shut, when he now has a target he can attack. Seems like the one who claimed my name is much more of a bigshot than the Daddy family is. Truly an interesting development.

Instead of being the main person let me just act as a spokesperson. I posted several comments, under every video, Livestream I could find. Praising our Lord the great Call-me Daddy2. A restless soul on its path to right every wrong. We are his believes and will support him in his righteous endeavour. We will get rid of everything that stands in his way. For we are many.

Even if I am not in the spotlight, claiming all the glory for myself, that will still not stop me from trying to change the world. Sometimes it is better to take a step back and reflect, not doing so clouds your mind and affects your judgement. Anger has never been a good guide. I have always been good a.n.a.lyzing other peoples intent, but if it is about myself feels like I turn into a childish moron. Seems like I never truly felt the need to change myself.

Words can only bring so much if no actions follow. Pointing fingers is the only thing I can do, just staring enviously at people who do something with their lives not idling away their one and only life. No matter how intelligent, how much potential you have, if you never start you will never ever amount to anything at all.

But I promised to change, even took a vow and yet the old patterns emerge anew. It is a vicious cycle, there is no escaping for me. In most stories, the hero now searches for his true motivation, his true goal that makes him willing to struggle against destiny. But what is in store for me? Returning to that old s.h.i.+tty world of mine, with s.h.i.+tty family and worthless friends? Living my life, just hiding all the time, because I am stuck in this world?

What is there to look forward to, who is there to rely on? Feeding of the constant desire for revenge, what a n.o.ble motivation, if not for the fact that this is not a fairy tale, I might truly consider it. But the realist inside of me is currently laughing about my foolishness.

It is still the same topic that keeps haunting me. What is my purpose, there is no definitive answer for me that would clear away all my doubts. So instead of continuing the search for an answer, I try to blend it out as much as I can. Tomorrow I might find the answer, yet tomorrow comes and there still is no answer quite frankly for me there will never be an answer. Day after day pa.s.ses like that.

Why should it be different here, instead of searching for the big picture, I should focus on what is happening in front of me. That would make for something different at least. Even if I might never find my answers, I still might find reasons to live for today. This is not a promise, this is not a vow, neither is this conviction. This is me switching the perspective. I just hope that the old tendencies will not return for the time being otherwise. even switching the perspective might not be enough.

Operation Chaos ensues was a gigantic failure, after a good start, it just went continuously downhill. I left more advantages behind than I gained. Therefore I declare this operation as a failure. Seems like my knowledge and my planning are still severely lacking. It was delusional to think that this measly preparation was enough for the task I had planned for. The next logical steps were to minimize the loss of influence and learning more about their culture and language. A solid basis is needed to deduce and antic.i.p.ate how people will react differently. This is not Earth, those people are completely different. They are not bound by the shackles of democracy. The ruling iron fist is what they believe in, besides maniacally about their G.o.ds of course.

Now let us get back to business these messages don't write themselves. Just after I watched this doc.u.mentation about how dragons reproduce. I will never change my old ways. With a sigh, I began to watch the video.