KenNitro Vs The Facility: The Revolt That Never Was

As I have said before, I rule the island with a firm and righteous fist. All the inhabitants learn to spend their time maintaining or gaining my favor, for the word is law. That being said, there was a revolt. Throughout history, people have risen against their oppressors in order to carve out freedom from the soulless flesh of those that would seek to subjugate them.

At times, this is not only the best, but the only course of action.

On the island ruled by the Good/Warrior King Nitro-Dr. Doom-Megatron, revolt is neither tolerated nor necessary. The word is law, the word is good, the law is good. As usual there are those that seek to demonstrate their might and resist, testing the limits of the word which is law, mostly in order for reassurance of their safety.

Sometimes, just sometimes, the children of the facility seek to put themselves alongside those who speak the word, the word that is law, the word that is good, the law is good. These children who foolishly resist the word which is law find themselves as object lessons for those that follow the word as to why following the word is best. If these children would think before they speak and act, the wonders they could create, I ponder this daily as I watch my children live.

One child starred into the abyss, and they blinked. The child managed to force those who speak the word, the word that is law, the word that is good, the law that is good, to speak a new word. In the moment the word was spoke, the child was no longer the master of his own fate.

It was and is a sad day.

I speak the word, the word is law, the word is good, the law is good, but I do not speak the word alone. There are others like me who are as different as clouds in the sky, but we all speak the word. As we conversed about the new word that was spoken, many kept silent. The word was law, the word is good, the law is good. A few spoke out against the word, for reasons pertaining to things that may or may not change the landscape of the island, but once a word has been spoken it cannot be undone.

So now the child will have to stand before those that speak the word, not as a child, but as a man. In the end I guess the child got what he wanted, just not how he wanted. The Man, now in full understanding of his situation asked to be a child again, but it was too late, I who spoke the word cannot change the word, I am thankful that I cannot undo what is done.

I will be there to speak, not in defense of the child, but in support of the word. The word is strong and does not need to be defended, and now the child who would be a man and resist the word now must face the word as a man and fight again to be called child.

The child that had the wish of manhood granted was also given the gift of fear, we shall see how he endures.