[edgtf_dropcaps type=”normal” color=”” background_color=””]A[/edgtf_dropcaps] man wanted to build a home in Arcadia.
First, he had to choose a level to build it on. He didn’t have many credits and was offered two distinctively different plots of land. The first plot of land was expensive, among the top levels of Arcadia. The plot was clean and safe. The second plot of land was in the Slums, where slurry, muck, and debris littered the plot.
He chose to build his house in the Slums, atop that slurry and muck. It was cheaper and he paid no mind to any consequences.
At first, the house was a dream. It was exactly everything he’d ever wanted. He was an Artist, so it beautifully stood out among the carnage of the Slums. It made him feel like a King.
But as the slurry and muck flowed and rose, the house began to slip on its foundations. The floor began to rot, the stone began to crumble and before long, the house fell with a great crash.
The foundation of your house was built on the back of Jackson Cade, wasn’t it, Jasper Redgrave?
Of all the victims you could’ve chosen, you made haste in choosing the young APD Special Officer. You could’ve chosen someone stronger; someone more powerful and with presence. You could’ve built your house on the back of Zeus, or Ares – but no.
You see, those stronger foundations come with higher costs. Costs that you simply either cannot afford or did not want to pay.
So, you decided that Jackson Cade would be the perfect victim – the perfect foundation, for you to display your terrible and horrifying art. In brutalizing, tormenting and otherwise punishing Jackson, you’ve been made to feel like a King in a Castle.
But the foundations are starting to show wear, aren’t they?
The concrete is starting to crumble.
The rot is starting to set in.
Because with every stroke of your paint brush, his back begins to crack and break. It begins to bow and cave. His spine is slowly shattering under the weight of it all.
And your poor house, Jasper, sits upon that foundation.
It’s merely a matter of time before your house of terror falls, along with the victim you chose to use as the foundation of it. That house, built on the back of that weak young man, has already started to crumble.
And when it crumbles, when it falls, the house of Jasper Redgrave will be nothing more than debris and rubble.
It will fall.
As will Jackson Cade.
When that happens, the Artist is no more, and it is there that you’ll meet your end.
But never fear the end, Jasper Redgrave.
The end is where we meet.
And I will send you on your way.