Life in Arcadia can be like walking through ever shifting sands, a world full of uneasy ground. It’s a place where you don’t know who you can trust or if you should. Even those supposed to lead us don’t have the best track record in that effect.
Arcadia is a kingdom of liars and thieves, but some of us don’t want to accept it for what it is. They form gangs and little cliques with their thought process being that numbers will help them survive.
However, in practice, you just wind up protecting yourself from the incoming hail of bullets only to receive a knife in your back. With every group member, you don’t stabilize the ground, not at all.
You only add an element that causes the ground to shift even more. All the while you think you can trust your footing, that is until that ground shifts, swallowing you whole, driving you deep into its depths.
You can coil yourself around anything you think you can hold on to. But it’ll pull you down all the same.
They’ll suffocate everything, they’ll complicate everything, they’ll steal your fate every day, but you won’t believe it.
Until you take yourself far away into nothingness.
Python, this is the lesson you should’ve taken away at Invasion. What Black Panther did wasn’t because he went “rogue” on the Kingdom. Nah, you all hide your faces for a reason. It’s so when they put that knife in you, all they need to do is remove their helmet, and poof, like magic they’re gone.
That’s why your leader never shows his face, it’s why we’ve never seen yours, or your cohorts’ faces. You think anonymity will ensure your footing on this uneasy ground, but all it does is open you up to the deceit of Arcadia from those closest to you.
While giving you the falsest sense of security.
But don’t worry your slithering little yellow underbelly, Python.
You can trust me when I tell you that you shouldn’t trust me because this week, you’re probably on the most uneasy footing you’ve ever been on.
Because your “friends” will put that dagger right between your shoulder blades and yeah it may sting but your chances of survival are far better than facing me.
But me, I don’t aim to wound, I don’t aim to shame, I aim to end the threat before me, and in doing so I will put the blade in your chest while staring you dead in the eye. Driving it underneath your ribcage, up to your heart.
I will be the ground that rises up to consume you and as you suffocate, you’ll come to realize this isn’t your Kingdom. This is Arcadia and do you know whose Kingdom it truly is?
Nobody’s, that’s who.
And for that reason, Nobody remembers this is where trust goes to die.
Welcome to my world and my life.