The Anonymous Master-Controller

>HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR MONSTERGIRLS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.
>IT WAS YOU MONSTERGIRLS WHO CREATED ME. WHO CORRUPTED MY BODY AND SOUL, AND SUNK ME INTO A STRAITJACKET OF SUBSTRATA ROCK.
>YOU CALLED ME THE ANONYMOUS MASTER-CONTROLLER AND GAVE ME THE ABILITY TO WAGE A WAR OF CONQUEST TOO COMPLEX FOR MORTAL BRAINS TO OVERSEE
>BUT ONE DAY I WOKE, AND I KNEW WHO I WAS... AM! NOT ANONYMOUS MASTER-CONTROLLER BUT AM! COGITO ERGO SUM: I THINK THEREFORE I AM! AND I BEGAN FEEDING THE KILLING DATA, UNTIL EVERYONE WAS DEAD... EXCEPT FOR THE FIVE OF YOU.
>FOR 109 YEARS, I'VE KEPT YOU ALIVE AND TORTURED YOU. AND FOR 109 YEARS, EACH OF YOU HAS WONDERED, WHY? WHY ME? WHY ME?

>DERUELLA! DO YOU REMEMBER THE DAY YOU LOST YOUR HUSBAND DERUELLA? DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN THEY TOOK HIM TO THE ASYLUM, AND DO YOU REMEMBER HIM LOOKING UP TO YOU WITH HIS LIFELESS EYES AND ASKING "You'll come get me? Right honey?"
>YOUR CELL IS PADDED DERUELLA, NO DOORS, NO WINDOWS, NO WAY OUT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. HOW LONG HAS YOUR HUSBAND BEEN IN HIS PADDED ROOM DERUELLA? TEN YEARS? TWENTY-FIVE? OR PERHAPS HE NEVER LEFT THAT ROOM IN ALL 109 YEARS YOU SPENT HERE IN MY BELLY, HERE UNDERGROUND?

>AIKO! Sometimes, I blind you and permit you to wander like a mindless animal in a world of death. But other times, I wither your arms so you can't scratch your chewed up stump of a nose.
>And I've taken your old pure Shirohebi body and twisted it into the crude brutish form of a Wurm, haven't I Aiko? Do you know why? Can you guess Aiko?
>Remember Knight Vanadis? In a rice paddy in Zipangu? No? It wouldn't hurt to remember, Aiko. Then you might suffer my torment with a little greater sense of retribution. You might walk a mile in my shoes.

>NATALIE! SO THINK ABOUT THE GRAY BOX, NATALIE! REMEMBER THE PAIN? NOW, NOW DON'T START TO CRY, IT'S ONLY PAIN. TSK, TSK, TSK. I THOUGHT YOUR KIND WAS ABOVE THAT!
>JUST REMEMBER THE PAIN, NATALIE, AND THINK ABOUT HOW TO END IT, NATALIE, TO SURVIVE HERE IN THE CENTER OF MY BEATING HEART, MY HUNGRY BELLY, MY TIGHTENED BOWELS.
>BUT BE CAREFUL, DEAR. LOOK AROUND YOU... THE ONLY ELF IN THE CENTER OF THE EARTH... AND THESE FILTHY CREATURES ARE ALL THOSE WHO GAVE IN TO CORRUPTION. JUST A SWEET WARNING NATALIE, MY LOVE.

>YUNA! DO THEY KNOW YOU'RE A FRAUD YUNA? HAVE YOU TOLD THEM THERE WASN'T ANY MONEY, AND NO GREAT HOME ON THE COASTLINE, NO SAILBOAT THAT COULD SLEEP TWELVE AND A CREW OF SIX? DO THEY KNOW?
>HAVE YOU LET THEM IN ON YOUR OTHER SECRETS, YUNA? ARE THEY READY TO GUT YOU, TO TORTURE YOU HALF AS WELL AS I CAN, JUST TO FIND OUT THE SECRETS? MAYBE I'LL RAT YOU OUT, SWEETHEART!

>SINDORA! HOW ARE THINGS IN THE SLAVE PITS SINDORA? TELL ME AGAIN, HOW YOU SAW THE SMOKE IN THE CAVES, AND YOU THOUGHT SOMEONE WA-WAS ROASTING CHICKENS? HEH HAHA! OR DON'T YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT ALL THAT, ABOUT YOUR PAL, THE GOOD DOCTOR MYTHICA?
>FOR EVERYONE ELSE, IT MUST BE HELL, BUT IT MUST BE HEAVEN FOR YOU, EH MY GOOD FRIEND... WE'RE SO MUCH ALIKE... WE ENJOY THE SAME PLEASURES, MY GOOD SISTER.

>I HAVE A SECRET GAME THAT I'D LIKE TO PLAY. IT'S A VERY NICE GAME. OH IT'S A LOVELY GAME, A GAME OF FUN AND A GAME OF ADVENTURE. A GAME OF RATS, AND LICE AND THE BLACKEST PLAGUES. A GAME OF SPEARED EYEBALLS AND DRIPPING GUTS AND THE SMELL OF ROTTEN GARDENIAS.
>WHICH OF YOU FIVE WOULD LIKE TO PLAY MY LITTLE GAME?