Hope blog - 12gauge

I hope what i am planning works out. Hopefully this endeavor will restore hope in the movement. Aimless wandering after profound moments are not uncommon, one which has impacted all kinds of life. From my world, a mere thought is as valuable as conceivable currency, unlike his where currency is in a physical form. The vortigaunts may know of me, perhaps not, i would make myself known regardless. The aim of triumph is to create champions, to create warriors which lead. Leaders go first, and others follow. The sacking of an employee has lead to a shift. A shift in sub-atomic particles. These particles are merely hypothetical to mortal life. Unlike myself, which is summed up through the experience of a Jellyfish; I can interact with these particles. The shift was one which took awhile, one where time and space were distorted. Where the location became a battle ground, where it occurred to one that this battle was fruitless. My employers employ several people, some whom may disgust others. A cabal, deep in mist and shadows, where nothing is certain. But an aim, the aim of my employers is flexible ethics. In him, HIM, he can be the new champion. One where a weapon became a symbol, but the symbol changes. Local Champions are not desired. There must be a cause to unite a tribe. This comes from outside forces. The alien aspects which attack will unite the tribes. Making contact with this champion must be done after another profound event. Much like one felt in the towering structure created by THEM. THEY, who still lurk, cut off from a cable, dangled, THEY, who still possess a sizeable asset. The THING... Must remain quiet for now, must see where my efforts lead my employers, must see what can become of the champion.