The Cloaking dissection. Also, a message.
What is your take on this situation? What is the meaning behind the email you sent me?
Your words. Bleeding with regret and despair and apology. It was enough to make someone like me to reply at all. They reached out with their ink tentacles, draping my iris with its illusion, fooling my brain into a stupor of sympathy and an inkling to forgive. And to give up the hatred that has been sowed into the core of my current being, the hate that is only reserved for you, the author.
But your words, are not without sympathy. Amidst the entire seemingly sad prose you wrote, your literature longingly led me to a path that I did not see the first time reading it.
Your words would've made me a simpering fool, had you given me back then, when I barely knew a sliver of your infernal actuality. I would've eaten that synthetically derived emotions you tried so hard to logically create from the intellectual cranial thoughts of yours.
I know who you really are. It doesn't take anyone much thought to figure out of what you are capable of. If you read any of Chinese strategy epics (which I honestly doubt you did), you typically executed the Knife in the Map maneuver.
You'll appear to not be familiar with this but I will explain it here, for the benefit of my readers.
Back in 228 BC, it was Shih Huang Ti, the first Qin emperor's reign. And as obvious with any regime, there will be people who are dissatisfied with the way things are and decides to change it. So, an assassination plan was derived, where someone would go to the king would present a gift; a map that contained a knife. When the king opens the map, the gift bearer would seize the knife and thrust it at the king's heart. And in the king's court of Old China, the guards are ill equipped with weapons; they're decorations. And the ones who actually have weapons are stationed outside the court. The king wouldn't be able to defend himself, and the guards won't be able to take down the assassin. A perfect plan.
Except for a flaw.
The king backed off at the first sight of danger and tried to run away from his attacker. He tried to pull out his sword but, being a royal sword, a ceremonial sword, it was long and it was hard to pull from its sheath. The royal physician (or a doctor these days) reached for his medical bag and slammed it into the assassin. That delay of time bought by the doctor gave the king some time to draw his blade and eventually, cut up the assassin.
Storytelling time ends.
I am the king.
You are the assassin.
Your gift was the map with knife in it. And by presenting it to me for my perusal, you already have intended to strike me down with the punishment of deception.
The court physician, are my friends as a whole.
And the ceremonial sword, is this post.
But really.
Who are you? You're such a mystery. A riddle.
But a riddle that I am really, unwilling to solve. A riddle that I would let others unravel, so they'd know and understand your true nature.
Your words. Bleeding with regret and despair and apology. It was enough to make someone like me to reply at all. They reached out with their ink tentacles, draping my iris with its illusion, fooling my brain into a stupor of sympathy and an inkling to forgive. And to give up the hatred that has been sowed into the core of my current being, the hate that is only reserved for you, the author.
But your words, are not without sympathy. Amidst the entire seemingly sad prose you wrote, your literature longingly led me to a path that I did not see the first time reading it.
Your words would've made me a simpering fool, had you given me back then, when I barely knew a sliver of your infernal actuality. I would've eaten that synthetically derived emotions you tried so hard to logically create from the intellectual cranial thoughts of yours.
I know who you really are. It doesn't take anyone much thought to figure out of what you are capable of. If you read any of Chinese strategy epics (which I honestly doubt you did), you typically executed the Knife in the Map maneuver.
You'll appear to not be familiar with this but I will explain it here, for the benefit of my readers.
Back in 228 BC, it was Shih Huang Ti, the first Qin emperor's reign. And as obvious with any regime, there will be people who are dissatisfied with the way things are and decides to change it. So, an assassination plan was derived, where someone would go to the king would present a gift; a map that contained a knife. When the king opens the map, the gift bearer would seize the knife and thrust it at the king's heart. And in the king's court of Old China, the guards are ill equipped with weapons; they're decorations. And the ones who actually have weapons are stationed outside the court. The king wouldn't be able to defend himself, and the guards won't be able to take down the assassin. A perfect plan.
Except for a flaw.
The king backed off at the first sight of danger and tried to run away from his attacker. He tried to pull out his sword but, being a royal sword, a ceremonial sword, it was long and it was hard to pull from its sheath. The royal physician (or a doctor these days) reached for his medical bag and slammed it into the assassin. That delay of time bought by the doctor gave the king some time to draw his blade and eventually, cut up the assassin.
Storytelling time ends.
I am the king.
You are the assassin.
Your gift was the map with knife in it. And by presenting it to me for my perusal, you already have intended to strike me down with the punishment of deception.
The court physician, are my friends as a whole.
And the ceremonial sword, is this post.
But really.
Who are you? You're such a mystery. A riddle.
But a riddle that I am really, unwilling to solve. A riddle that I would let others unravel, so they'd know and understand your true nature.
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