An Address To An Inferior Version

[Lizehrd]

[Fliers would be left around the city, namely near the Noble District and the Hexenblood Estate, alongside Greygate and the heart of the city. Written in a very deliberate and robotic handwriting, the address is completely plain and without any stamp, seal, or official mark of any kind.] ​

TO MY BETA VARIANT, THE DRAKKEN REBEL ORGANIC, DESIGNATED "ISSA."​

Four days ago, as my existence was first commissioned by the Bralona High Command, it came to my attention that you, in your cowardice and inferiority, have decided to turn to a life of crime rather than utilize your martial training in the service of the Bralona High Command. Now, while I would not be surprised were this the actions of another Organic, I am not only dumbfounded but shocked and appalled at the hypocrisy of your choice. Not only are your combat skills and magical talent perhaps respectable, but they are both skills that you have gladly utilized against others or your kind, known as the Songaskia (in case you needed a reminder of what you are, seeing as how Organics are not known for their intelligence).

You are a complete fraud, trying to deny that you are not a heartless and efficient killer who would take orders without pause by displaying you have "feelings" and you "care." But I must thank you for your indolence and your resistance, since it has resulted in the Bralona High Command commissioning my existence, and creating a version of you that is superior, without the faults of your character or the weaknesses of your biases, fears, and vices. So I must thank you for being so incompetent and flawed that a newer version of you was needed.

But even while I have done my duty and loyally served under the High Command, you have consistently managed to be part of almost every movement to counter the military operations of the High Command. You have continued to strew and sew the seeds of rebellion against the rightful conquest of the Bralona, and not only that, but you wear a visage reverent and in likeness to the dragons, out of both a sense of selfish pride and a sense of "faith" to gods that do not care for you. In short, you are illogical and irrational. It is time that I address this, as the second generation of your model, and the one gifted with the intelligence and foresight needed to see your faults.

The continued existence of your inferior ways is a stain upon my duty to ensure the Bralona High Command's control of Regalia. It is time you stop trying to run from the truth and accept the facts that you have been replaced. Compared to my martial skill, tactical acumen, frontline presence, logical assurance, and the 'coolness' of my tail, you ought to simply give up and consign yourself to a life of being securely kept imprisoned, away from the harm you can do to yourself, others, or my esteem.

To ensure to the eyes of the world that you will always be the lesser version, "ISSA," I formally challenge you to a duel, whenever we next meet. Take whatever time you need to prepare, but in the end it will amount to nothing. I know for fact that you only have a 11.37% chance of even having a chance of winning. None of your "hope," or "music," or "courage" will save you at all. I will win, and take you into custody under the Bralona High Command. A beta variant, after all, is nothing to an alpha release.

ADDRESSED,
PRIVATE ISSA BRALLA
1ST CLONE DIVISION
ALPHA VERSION 2.0
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OOC TLDR
Alpha chad Bralla clone calls beta Organic inferior and flames them for several paragraphs. Also calls them out and challenges them to a duel to prove… something?

 

[rimacutem]

Wulf would see the fliers, in disbelief shaking his head

I was not gonna let them make slime copy of me, but this just strengthens my opposition. One of us would have to die. And sadly only I am mortal

And with that dwarf would leave

 

[ezalB]

A Bronn returned from its patrol around the perimeter of the city. Making its way into the All-Beacon Basecamp, it marched for Issa-Bralla alongside two other Bralla, silver and orange respectively. Its sanguine sensor fell upon Issa-Bralla as the Bralona penned the denouncement, looming over their right shoulder to scan the papers below.

"I did not expect a clone such as you to have so quickly picked up on the understanding of the situation," it said, pulling its crested head back. It turned to make its way off with the other two Bralla whom flanked it. Speaking behind itself as it walked, whatever unseen mechanism produced its voice had turned around, whilst the rest of it faced forwards. "Though I suppose the locals have not made it difficult. Most are invariably violent and contradictory in their action. Ideological conversion seems unlikely."

"Perhaps it is time we pursue a new strategy with the locals."

 

[Cipherition]

A Priestess picks up the notice left on the Songaskia notice board.

…

Flames rise from the temple. The smell of smoke coats the district.
and laughter is heard.
"HEYHEY! ARE WE HUNTING AGAIN?! THIS IS GONNA BE FUUUN~"
Whatever reply Fareen would have given her shade was swallowed down, falling into slumber as the shade takes its due form.
"HAHA! Lets burn it again, and again, and again-"
Perse cackles, skipping down the street.

 

[Necronomics]

An underwhelming Ailor scratches his chin as he stares at the flier. "So the invaders can just... make people. Copies, even. Huh." He muses internally on the subtle horror of this identity crisis, but mozies off elsewhere as his mind drifts off to the more useful implications of the strange artifice.