I was born in a small village. I was still a child when my life was changed forever. It was not soldiers that invaded my world, but the relentless hunger of my love. Torn from the simplicity of my youth, I was made to indulge her desires. With each new phase, my role changed, along with the meals she made me eat. Food is... peculiar. With each bite, I changed too. My thoughts, personality, how I saw pleasure and pain... Love changed me - and not only my body. Food can control. I was invaded by desires, burrowing and breeding inside me. A philosopher once said, 'It is not just the flesh we inhabit, but a hunger.' 'Make no mistake, our true appetite is our deepest connection.' My appetite - my desire was shaped by her. And so was my past. All that's left is the future. And mine is vengeance. On those who would feed off the desires of others. This is what I learned from her. And then it hit me. It was she who should feel my wrath. She and the hunger she chose as the basis for control. Desires, cravings - consuming us all - appetites spanning history. By controlling the appetite, my love intends to dominate. Desires implanted into our minds, draining our will as they spread from one craving to the next. A parasite upon the soul. That is what she is. As one born into this world, she's afflicted. I hold her responsible for killing my freedom. Killing all traces of my past... Killing any promise of a future... We are all but consumed men forced to live upon this earth. A world reduced to indulgence. She plans to use her hunger to control the world. She thinks she can.
"And the 'mother desire' of all those cravings is food.
"The hunger became flesh. The final parasite.
"It knows no bounds. A universal strain of desire.
"I will extinguish the source of this hunger. With this, I'll rid the world of its grasp. All men will breathe free again - reclaim their past, present, and future. This is no destroyer. It is a 'liberator,' to free the world from her grasp. Let the world be. Without this shared hunger, the world will be torn asunder. And then, it shall be free. People will suffer, of course - a phantom pain. The world will need a new common bond. A bond of survival. My resolve shall be the thread by which all people are bound together, in equality. No cravings will be needed. Every man will be forced to recognize his neighbor. People will endure their hunger. They will link lost hands. And the world will become one.
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