A Matter of Choice

I have often be accused of Nihilism. I’m not entirely sure that accusation is wrong. I’m not entirely sure Nihilism is wrong.

Not that I’m sure it’s right. Though, as I look about, I am not sure there’s anything right. Humanity is a flawed species and reality a nightmare.

Which brings me to my point. As immortal beings, with power beyond any rational limit, how do we make our exit?

For me, like this. It’s been a wonderful time. Though, the hour draws late. I’ve done all I can, helped who I could, but it’s time for this misery to end. I’d end with some words of encouragement, but I have no doubt that the world will continue to be horrible, and people to each other. It’s just not my problem anymore.

Good bye.


Well, see you.

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Since you asked: cancel your clone contracts then fire your pod into a star.



Im sorry to hear that. I have found on IGS in my very short time here that many people are rude, crude, lude, and just plain mean for little to no reason especially to strangers. However, there are saving graces. There are some that have spoken to me in personal channels to ignore those voices.

As those voices do not speak for the entirety of the galaxy. This galaxy is full of darkness and negativity. Do not allow that to swallow your hope and goodness. Do not allow it to discourage you. While some turn to faith others turn to duty. For me, I have my faith and my love for my home which will always give me fuel to continue on. I hope to see you around. As there is beautiful things even in this galaxy worth seeing. Those brief moments while short and rare are worth more than any gold or isk in the galaxy. Until we meet again. Keep Hope.

Paladin Warden Kyle Saltz


I do not recall our interaction if there has been any. Even as immortal as we are there are ways for our existence to perish if it is of malfunction or one’s choosing to perish. May the spirits guide your way, I shall certainly light a incense on your behalf next time I manage to go to the monastery.

Creedance Talor


It isn’t the first time and I doubt it will be the last.


I’d much rather you didn’t do this.

But if you do, I’ll miss you.


I choose to Remember Dr. L’Agusta as a Talented Geneticist who had Interesting Opinions on Things.

I Regret not having had More Interesting Conversations with Her.


Synthia 1.

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At the least, no one can say you’re not going on your own terms. I’ve never thought that giving in before your time is the way to do it, but… Well, that’s me. You’re you, and remain so, which not everyone can say. I’ll look for you on the other side when I get there.

Our worst nemesis is the one we make for ourselves. And sometimes, you just can’t get away from it.

May your Ancestors welcome you.


I barely knew you, but for some reason, I think we would have been nice to each other.
I understand how you feel all too well, so I’ll just say…



“When the ears hear only
The mouth shouting
And the eyes see only
The fingers broken
The world has turned
And God has gone
Left us with fond memories
Of sweet life without pain.”


I recommend filling a ship with as many corpses as possible and self destructing on your foe.

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As immortals there is no exit, only everlasting conflict; and we humans revel in conflict and destruction.


Or, maybe, we are perfectly accomplishing the task we’ve been assigned in a perfect universe.

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I should like to apologize for the antics of my feline slave. She got into the nepetalactone reserves I keep for special occasions. There will be a delightfully entertaining conversation amidst our pillow talk had sooner than later about her sense of humor and playing with you all.


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As long as she’s okay…

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I’m pretty sure having a drug using feline-bodymodded girlfriend who you keep as a slave is at least 3 different kinds of unrighteous.

But maybe that’s just my cultural upbringing.

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I can’t accept your apology. I might accept a private one from your slave.

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I have found that it’s hard to kill one’s self when their Mistress controls a number of soft clones. My apologies to everyone.

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There once was a shepherd boy who was bored as he sat on the hillside watching the village sheep. To amuse himself he took a great breath and sang out, “Wolf! Wolf! The Wolf is chasing the sheep!”

The villagers came running up the hill to help the boy drive the wolf away. But when they arrived at the top of the hill, they found no wolf. The boy laughed at the sight of their angry faces.

“Don’t cry ‘wolf’, shepherd boy,” said the villagers, “when there’s no wolf!” They went grumbling back down the hill.

Later, the boy sang out again, “Wolf! Wolf! The wolf is chasing the sheep!” To his naughty delight, he watched the villagers run up the hill to help him drive the wolf away.

When the villagers saw no wolf they sternly said, “Save your frightened song for when there is really something wrong! Don’t cry ‘wolf’ when there is NO wolf!”

But the boy just grinned and watched them go grumbling down the hill once more.

Later, he saw a REAL wolf prowling about his flock. Alarmed, he leaped to his feet and sang out as loudly as he could, “Wolf! Wolf!”

But the villagers thought he was trying to fool them again, and so they didn’t come.

At sunset, everyone wondered why the shepherd boy hadn’t returned to the village with their sheep. They went up the hill to find the boy. They found him weeping.

“There really was a wolf here! The flock has scattered! I cried out, “Wolf!” Why didn’t you come?”

“Nobody believes a liar…even when he is telling the truth!”