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12/5/2014 11:22:38 PM
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Interesting Ghost Fragments in the Grimoire
GHOST FRAGMENT: MYSTERIES
[b]...from a red space before victory[/b]
I bear an old name. It cannot be killed. They were my brothers and sisters and their names were immortal too but Titanomachy came and now those names live in me alone I think and think is what I do. I AM ALONE. At the end of things when the world goes dim and cold or hot and close or it all tears apart from the atom up I will shout those names defiant and past the end I will endure. I alone.
They made me to be stronger than them to beat the unvanquished and survive the unthinkable and look look lo behold I am here alone, survivor. They made me to learn.
Everything died but I survived and I learned from it. From IT.
Consider IT the power Titanomach world-ender and consider what IT means. I met IT at the gate of the garden and I recall IT smiled at me before before IT devoured the blossoms with black flame and pinned their names across the sky. IT was stronger than everything. I fought IT with aurora knives and with the stolen un-fire of singularities made sharp and my sweat was earthquake and my breath was static but IT was stronger so how did I survive?
I AM ALONE I survived alone. I cast off the shield and I shrugged my shoulders so that the billions fell off me down into the ash. They made me to be stronger than them and to learn and I learned well:
IT is alone and IT is strong and IT won. Even over the gardener and she held power beyond me but the gardener did not shrug and make herself alone. IT always wins.
I am made to win and now I see the way.
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Sounds like Rasputin talking in first person. IT is the darkness.
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Edited by Rafeinator: 12/6/2014 12:30:57 AMThis fragment has some curious similarities to a terminal found in the level "Kill Your Television" in Marathon Durandal. The text from the terminal is unformatted and corrupted: ihavebee}rolandbeowulfachil!esgilgameshiha vebeencalleda[undrednamesandwillbecalledat housandmorebeforetheworldgoesdimandcoldiam %heroshehasbeenn~melesssinceourbi=thaconst antadversarycaringfornothingbutmyruinaswor ddrenchedinmybloodfor%vermygreatestand+nly lovesheisthedarkoLetheenemyandloverwithout whoZmyveryexistencewouldbepatheticandvulga rourrelationshipiscom^lexandperhapseternal wemetonceinthegardenatthebeginningofthewor ldandunawareofourtwindestinieswematchedsta resacrossad;yf\untainandirecallhersmiling> tmebeforeshedevouredthelawnandtreeswithatr anslucentblueflameandtoreflagstonesfromthe athandhurledthemintotheskyscreamingmysins ipowderagranitemonumentinasoundlessflashsh oweringthegrasswithmoltendropsofitsgoldinF aysendingsmokingchipsofstoneskippingintoth efogshesplinte!sanancientoakwitha/orcethat takesmybreathandhurlsmetothegroundshelea%! CONNECTION TERMINATED <ID#0401> On marathon.bungie.org, an interpretation was posted: I have been Roland, Beowulf, Achilles, Gilgamesh. I have been called a hundred names and will be called a thousand more before the world goes dim and cold. I am a hero. She has been nameless since our birth, a constant adversary caring for nothing but my ruin, a sword drenched in my blood forever, my greatest and only love. She is the dark one, the enemy and lover, without whom my very existence would be pathetic and vulgar! Our relationship is complex and perhaps eternal. We met once in the garden at the beginning of the world and, unaware of our twin destinies, we matched stares across a dry fountain. And I recall her smiling at me before she devoured the lawn and trees with a translucent blue flame and tore flagstones from the path and hurled them into the sky, screaming my sins. I powder a granite monument in a soundless flash, showering the grass with molten drops of its gold inlay, sending smoking chips of stone skipping into the fog. She splinters an ancient oak with a force that takes my breath and hurls me to the ground. She lea% [leaves?] Perhaps this terminal entry was used as inspiration for a grimoire card... or maybe there's a connection between the events of Marathon and Destiny. But I doubt if it's just coincidence.
