"The concept of Gods has always been interesting to me. Religion in itself is fascinating. It's something that can bring a group of people together. It's something that defines some people's whole lives. It can be the center of a whole community. It's been proven to start wars but also save lives. I think humans need faith to truly be alive. I'm not just talking faith in a god, but faith in general. Faith in yourself, your dreams. You need to believe in something, love, hate, your dog it doesn't matter. If I'm right and faith is central to the human condition, then it makes perfect sense that religion would also become a key part of what makes humanity humanity. Faith makes us human. I'm sure it can make us just as inhumane as well. But isn't that the driving force of humanity? To walk that line between good and evil and have one foot in both? Let me know what you think. Should I do a piece on religion? I've been thinking about it for a while, but I'm just not sure. What are your thoughts?" -From: Upshur Without a Paddle, the personal blog of Miles Upshur.
"Host there is nothing on this screen."
"Shhh, R you're ruining the best part," Miles said waving his hand dismissingly at the Walrider. He was on a couch in a room on the ground floor of the Administration Block surrounded by other patients. Some of them were Variants while others weren't. His territory had become a makeshift shelter for those who needed a place to hide. Miles wasn't interested in driving out the weak. They never bothered him and stayed well out of his way. In fact no one ever climbed the stairs to the second floor. Miles was left well alone. As long as they kept to themselves he didn't mind if a few crashed in the empty rooms below him.
"This is stupid Host let's leave. There are much more important things we could be doing with our time."
"No way it's getting good," Miles gestured around the room. "Look at how intense the atmosphere in the room is. Everyone's on edge just waiting to find out what's going to happen next."
"Host nobody has moved since we got here. They've been staring at the same blank screen for over forty-five minutes. We're not even sure some of these people are alive."
"Sure they're all alive. I've never seen a more lively bunch of people. Party animals for sure."
R could see his host smirk. He was doing this solely to torment him. When he turned to leave he heard a mental command sound off inside his skull. It was so strong he flinched. It demanded he remain where he was. "Host," R said as calmly as he could muster. "This is getting very tiresome."
"Hmm? Sorry I wasn't listening something really cool just happened."
"Nothing happened on the damn TV!"
Miles chuckled. "What's this? Are you...getting angry? Is this anger I'm feeling?"
R clenched his fists repeatedly. Ever since the Prison Block incident Miles had been practicing his control over the Walrider. He was getting good. In non-stressful situations he had almost perfect control. What he decided to do with that control was nothing but childish. "We are merely frustrated."
"Not so fun to be the one without control, is it?"
"This is ridiculous. We've only taken complete control from you once. What is this even proving?"
"That you hate TV."
"We do not hate TV. We are actually very fond of-"
"Hush, the commercials are over." Miles grin widened when he felt the Walrider's annoyance rise when he commanded him to stop talking. He was enjoying this.
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The Aftermath at Mount Massive
Fanfiction-Cross-post from my Ao3- The Aftermath at Mount Massive is part one of a three part series called Survivors. This part is done. It is a fanfic for the game Outlast, set after the first game/DLC. However, you don't have to know much about the game to...
