People think I’m an awful sod, I lack a heart, that I’m just a mad scientist who wants nothing more than to experiment on the masses for my own entertainment.
There couldn’t be anything further from the truth.
I love Arcadia; it has given me so much, making me feel whole, and being part of OSW makes it doubly so.
They’re like my precious pet, I love it so much, but it’s suffering, in pain, struggling with war after war.
Struggling to stand on its own.
It hurts me deeply to see them limp along, riddled with cancers and parasites that can’t be extracted.
I attempted the ultimate Surgery when I attempted to remove the impediments to the health and safety of my beloved Arcadia…
A Baron whose mind is so caught up in his own personal trials that he doesn’t see the world dying around him, and the inventor who enabled him while holding me back.
One big…
Boom, and they’re both gone…
Unfortunately, they clung to their lives.
Continuing to contribute to the numerous diseases that infect my baby.
Like, Jackson Cade…
A heartworm in the beating heart of my beloved, causing so much damage by just existing…
You, Sheriff, are latched onto the position you’re in and won’t be evicted.
Gemini, you’re literally the pestilence, the ticks that’ve given my sweet pet Lyme disease.
Causing it to limp along joints inflamed, the random fevers, and pain that’s never going to go away.
Then you have tapeworms like Klaus Way and Charlie Boye, two men intertwined with each other, depriving what I love of the nutrients it needs to survive…
You’ll never be flushed out.
All the while, Ezra, you’re the cancer that has spread through my pet…
And every time we try to cut you out, you just come back.
We can never be cured of any of you; remission is the only thing we can ever hope for from any of you.
That’s why I’m going to seize the moment this week and capture the Invasion Briefcase.
Because it’ll allow me to give Arcadia the sweetest dream I could ever give it…
The final one.
Because in my hands, that Invasion Briefcase is the Lethal Injection that I’ll need to deconstruct this whole place and rebuild it in my image.
The sweet dose of mercy all of Arcadia deserves, an end to pointless wars, an end to seeing the feeblest and most disadvantaged suffer unnecessarily.
But none of you will need to worry, because I have the Desflurane on standby, and all you’ll need to do is breathe it in…
And your muscles will relax, and you’ll disassociate from the world around you.
You won’t even know you’re gone, and while Bronco Blackwood is calling out…
Invade, Invade, Invade…
You won’t even see the syringe as all I’m thinking is…
Inject, Inject, Inject.
As it has been solidified in my mind over recent weeks, in the end…
Everything dies, even Arcadia itself.