Bob had seen a great and many things in his time in this world, but he did not belong here, he did not belong with the living creatures and their emotional world of pointless directions and words. He had tried to do so many things and make friends and work on his emotional responses to people but they would never workout in the end. Somebody would always attempt to destroy his plans and his words for no reason what so ever, then they would always wonder why they would be attacked.
Then there was His brother who had almost killed him, he should have accepted that final bout of death when he had the chance to do it, but the selfless actions of another saved him, he would thank her for that, but what words would there have been?
All of his enemies could rejoice in the fact they finally would have their victory they had always dreamed of, but now they would have to find a new purpose in their lives, maybe they would become footnotes of history and fade away forever, maybe this was his fate too after all of these countless years of destruction and death, perhaps he would just fade from memory too, he could only hope for that one last favor.
Bob picked a spot near Rosie's memorial and he folded his arms over his chest and encased himself inside of a opaque crystalline structure that looked much like an obelisk that was black and plain, and that was that.
The one only known as Bob was gone.
"Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.There are new words now that excuse everybody. Give me the good old days of heroes and villains. the people you can bravo or hiss. There was a truth to them that all the slick credulity of today cannot touch.When the character of a being is not clear to you, look at their friends. If you wish to know what a creature is, place them in authority."——Bob
This was engraved on the front of the obelisk for all to read as they passed it by on their way to see somebody else.
Then there was His brother who had almost killed him, he should have accepted that final bout of death when he had the chance to do it, but the selfless actions of another saved him, he would thank her for that, but what words would there have been?
All of his enemies could rejoice in the fact they finally would have their victory they had always dreamed of, but now they would have to find a new purpose in their lives, maybe they would become footnotes of history and fade away forever, maybe this was his fate too after all of these countless years of destruction and death, perhaps he would just fade from memory too, he could only hope for that one last favor.
Bob picked a spot near Rosie's memorial and he folded his arms over his chest and encased himself inside of a opaque crystalline structure that looked much like an obelisk that was black and plain, and that was that.
The one only known as Bob was gone.
"Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.There are new words now that excuse everybody. Give me the good old days of heroes and villains. the people you can bravo or hiss. There was a truth to them that all the slick credulity of today cannot touch.When the character of a being is not clear to you, look at their friends. If you wish to know what a creature is, place them in authority."——Bob
This was engraved on the front of the obelisk for all to read as they passed it by on their way to see somebody else.