Who is Maxwell Dane?
Who is Maxwell Dane?
Who is Maxwell Dane?
Who is Maxwell Dane?
Who is Maxwell Dane?
Who is Maxwell Dane?
Who are you?

Wake up
Open your eyes and see what’s in front of you
Most will never see--> THEIR TRUTH
Walking hand in hand together
Only we
Can save the world

The Hitler Paradox: If a time traveller travels back in time and kills Hitler before he becomes Chancellor of Germany to prevent World War II and the Holocaust, they therefore eliminate any need to go back in time and kill Hitler. Meaning, they would never have the need to go back and kill Hitler, so why would they? Obviously, there’s a way around that. There’s always loopholes, you just need to look hard enough. *~* Next time *~* *~* you point *~* *~* a finger.... *~* *^* Bolivia, 1967. Here we go again. Another go ‘round of this little song and dance, ‘eh? Last time we were here, we heard the immortalized last words of Che Guevara and then, rewind. Or would it be, fast-forward? Seeing as, we leapt 48 years into the future. What is time? On one hand we have the concept of the timeline. Some kind of linear construction where there’s some kind of established order to the chronology of events. 2014 comes before 2015 which itself comes before 2016, so obviously 1967 is long before 2015 but then reality sets in, and in this reality we go from 1967 to 2015 and the former takes place later than the latter. If time is linear, how can this be? If you look at the effects of time on the world, you’ll see time is circular. It repeats itself in this never ending cycle. A great civilization rises, flourishes, and falls. These civilizations amass a great wealth of knowledge and culture and seek to answer questions they could never fully comprehend, such as the origins of humanity, of the world they inhabit, of the universe their world inhabits. They create their own accounts of the how and those fables take many names: Divine Intervention, the Big Bang, etc. But they never know for sure. They just guess, no matter how well relatively well informed their guesses are, they are just that. Then, those civilizations collapse. Their knowledge lost. Think back. The Ancient Romans, the Greeks, those are the two biggest and once they humanity, as far as most world history textbooks are concerned, landed in the Dark Ages. Oh, but that’s enough rambling! Got a bit off track there. Ahem. THE END IS THE BEGINNING IS THE END IS THE BEGINNING IS THE END IS THE BEGINNING IS THE END IS THE END THE BEGINNING? ”Ungh.... Where am I?” I mutter as I hold one hand up to the left side of my forehead. With eyes closed, I try to steady myself before shifting too far to the right and stumbling over my feet, collapsing to the warm, soft earth below. I groan and roll over onto my back before sitting up and pushing myself back to my feet. Still supported by wobbly knees, I’m much more careful with my attempts to straighten out. Specifically by standing as still as possible. My eyes still shut, I try to envision where I am. The air is hot and humid.... just a few seconds in the sun and I’m already breaking a sweat. It smells like shit and poor hygiene, neither of these clues really point me in any particular direction but oh well. I bet if I focus hard enough, it’ll come to me. It isn’t until I feel a hand clamp down on my shoulder that I open my eyes and look up to its owner. Maxwell. Of course. I contort my lips upwards and smile at him out of reflex, to which he shakes his head and turns away. ”You’re here. Right where you need to be.” ”Yeah,” I begin, not missing a beat, ”but where is here. Where is where I need to be?” ”There’s another question you have to ask before I answer you.” Oh great, a riddle. He loves his riddles and his cryptic questions. Why wouldn’t he? It must make him feel so goddamn clever, withholding vital information from his underlings to fuck with them. I swear if I.... no. He wants to rile me up, get me angry. Not giving him the pleasure. Let’s see.... time travelling robot tells me there’s another question to ask other than where I am. That was much easier than I expected. ”When am I?” ”You learn quick.” ”You aren’t answering my questions.” ”It would appear I’m not.” He doesn’t say anything after that. He just looks at me, probably smirking to himself under that bunny head. I pull my arm back and throw a punch at him, but he grabs my arm tight and twists it back. I grit my teeth and lean the same direction he’s twisting, looking him right in the eyes of his mask and flaring my nostrils for good measure. His grip doesn’t loosen at all. He pulls me closer to him and then I feel it. The full force of the back of his hand striking me in the face. My head jerks to the side and I lick the blood spilling out of my now busted lip. ”Don’t even think about doing that again.” ”There you two are,” I hear Voodoo Pizzaman exclaim, walking right up behind Maxwell. The bunnyman lets go of my arm and I quickly pull it back to my side, shooting the new arrival a death glare. He’s dressed as stylishly as ever, though his pant legs are caked with mud. ”Is everyone else in position?” Maxwell asks, turning away from me completely. ”Yessir.” ”Very good. Get her a gun and take her where she needs to be.” Well, that certainly grabs my attention. War, children, it’s just a shot away. Fall back, or forward. Whenever we are. ”Mastermind.” Though you cannot see him, Maxwell’s voice is unmistakable. That dignified voice, slightly muffled from behind the bunny head. The screen is black. Nothing can be seen except the infinite sea of dark. Then, no sooner than you come to that conclusion is it contradicted by.... something. Two somethings, to be precise. Like little gray specks floating in expanse. Then the specks become more formed. They shift and mold themselves into stalks. Finally, it all comes into frame. The bunny head. The former specks are the nowmer ears. ”There we go! Now, I don’t think I’ve made your acquaintance yet, Mastermind. Allow me. The name’s Maxwell Dane, pleased as punch to meet you. But.... I’m not quite sure you know what I’m all about. A creature from the darkness? Well, it’s better than focusing on the bunny suit I wear, that much is for certain. However, I can most certainly assure you that I am not what you think I am. I’m no creature of darkness, of the night, of anything of the sort! I’m your hero. I’m your Engel. Not just yours specifically either. I’m here for the whole XWF because, let’s face it. It needs one. So to misinterpret my efforts to save you all, to call me a creature of darkness.... what does that say about you? About everyone here? Are you rejecting me? Or are you admitting a fear of your own? That it’d take a black hearted soul to save the blacker souls of everyone else? That you’re the guiding light? Now, don’t take this personally, but no. You aren’t. You have your own darkness, don’t you? Oh, you might think you have it subdued, at bay, at your mercy but tell me.... do you really believe that? Or, behind all your tough talk and overcompensation are you hiding, running scared, afraid to see the deepest, darkest depths of your own depravity? Because, from where I stand, you got it all flipped around. In reality, you’re the darkness. I’m the light. And before I stand over you victorious on Wednesday, when I, as you put it, “extinguish your black heart,” I want you to know one thing. You’ll thank me for this soon. That reminds me! When we meet in the ring, I have a piece of advice for you. Just, close your eyes. It’ll only take a second. Well, actually three seconds I guess.” THE BEGINNING IS THE END IS THE BEGINNING IS THE END IS THE BEGINNING IS THE END IS THE BEGINNING IS THE END IS THE BEGINNING IS THE END IS THE BEGINNING THE END? The lines haven’t even begun to blur.

Return, whence you came




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