Dear Mother,
I’ve done it.
I’ve reached the pinnacle of Arcadia.
Remember all those years ago when you told me I’d be the one to escape the destitution and the horrors of the bleak?
You were right.
See, you saw something in me, something that brightened up the darkest corner of our little world down there: a glimmer of hope. And it was that speck hope that burned, and ignited brighter than the star we once wished upon together every night.
I remember those nights like it was yesterday. Amidst the screams at night you’d hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay, confiding in me the keys to success that would propel me to the stars in the upper most level of our world:
The components of a star.
You promised me that I already had the most important component inside of me, and that’s gas. Like you said, we all start off as minuscule atoms that conglomerate into patches of molecules before ultimately creating elements, the building blocks of all matter. We’re all made of it, but some of us contain different types and temperatures of it than others.
And the second component, temperature. It fluctuates at times, but the best thing you taught me was that some of us run hot, and some run cold. But you taught me to gauge temperature by color: darker means cold, and brighter means hot. And generally, the strongest, most stable of us lie in the center of that spectrum.
Pressure, you said, was the third component. It’s what crushes us all, and can create adversity, but it’s also a necessary obstacle for us all to hurdle if we want to become stars. For when our temperature and pressure builds to a climax, that’s when nuclear fusion ignites.
And that’s how a star is born.
I wish you were here to witness my star being born, mother. The three critical components will be right in front of me at the inaugural Thunder event, and after I experience and overcome each of them, lightning won’t be the only thing that shines throughout Olympus.
It’ll be Stubbins Doom, the creator, the scientist who will provide me the elements of success I so need to expand and become the tangible threat that OSW fans have so desperately clamored for.
And now that Gemini has finished fluctuating, her stabile temperature means that while exponentially stronger, she’s become more predictable, allowing myself to gauge her next move more properly when we collide.
Oh, and does Jackson Cade know pressure. He’s felt the crunch of perhaps Arcadia’s sickest criminal, but instead of overcoming that adversity he succumbed to that pressure, and now his ego, along with his professional aspirations, has deflated.
A sick fuck like me thrives on that kind of pressure, and when all these combustible elements combine I’m going to ignite into the brightest shooting star Arcadia’s ever seen.
And if that flight takes me to you, mother, up there in the sky, then I know I’ve done right by you.
It’s time for this star to be born.
See you on the other side, mother.