As a Sylvari I must side with the Charr
You are a perfect example why we can’t trust the walking celery with anything in our society. You and that “Scarlet” character, though I suspect that much of her exploits are fabricated.
A). Listen well, bookah. The sludge itself is animate outside of the Black Citadel. The elementals of the area have become so tainted and perverted by Charr pollution that they have gained sapience and wander about slaughtering civilians and animals, absorbing their bodies into the crude muck. The Ooze of Metrica is animate, but it is pure, disconnected and beautiful. It is a monument to the grace of the Eternal Alchemy and is often used as art in of itself, sculpted into different forms using technology you would never be able to fathom. Living in the Black Citadel is quite literally dangerous to your health, and it has nothing to do with the local barbarians. The air is clogged and choked with pollution spewed from metalworks and factories— The only reason we don’t see an exponentially greater amount of Charr lung cancer patients is because eighty percent of the Charr will die in combat before they reach their thirtieth year of existence, only the cowards and bureaucrats continuing their society’s exploitation of the natural world living any further.
B), We have no intention to destroy our lands and, if you would take a short walk through Metrica, you would find that we have not. Metrica is largely untamed and untouched by Asura development, while the brutish Charr have all but butchered and gutted their lands for ore and oil in pursuit of their endless conquests. Charr lands are scarred with strip mines, craters and charred fields that once could’ve supported life, but now feed only the vermin and vultures. Between the pollution in the air, water and soil, life has to be hardy just to survive in Charr land.
It is also unsurprising for one of your intellect, but you mistake the agenda of the Inquest for the agenda of the Asura.
C), Their junk yards comprise any and all metal the Charr aren’t using, put there to rust or find reuse. It sounds wonderful on paper, the recycling does. But it is recycled far less than you would think. It ended up in a junk yard for a reason, you know. The contents are generally scrap deemed unfit for war machines, this coming from the Charr, who use the trashiest of materials to make combat-ready gear. Metal unfit for war machines of the Charr is next to unusable in general.
Only the lowliest of gladium can be found rummaging through a junk yard or managing it. The oils and other biproducts of these discarded supplies often sink through the floor plates, into the ground and right into the already horribly corrupted water table. Why do you think the Charr are so fond of their whiskey? Because whiskey is better than water in that underdeveloped part of the world. Drinking from a pond in Ascalon is just as likely to hurt you as drinking a bottle of motor oil.
D) Ugh. Your stupidity just went from ‘cute’ to ‘infuriatingly insolent’. You’ve never and, thank the Alchemy, will never participate in our experiments. You’d just mess something up if you tried, so don’t try to talk about it as though you know anything about the subject.
If you’re trying to reference Thaumanova, you’re blaming the wrong entity. That was the Inquest. They built a Dragon-powered reactor and then it went critical. Blaming us for their overwhelming incompetence is like blaming you for the overflowing sadism of the Nightmare Court.
I know the C.L.E.A.N Krewe personally. I almost worked with them, in fact. You see, another flaw in your argument is that it is completely uninformed. That krewe has little to gain from cleaning up the Inquest’s messes, but here it is trying to perform the exact duties you falsely claim we shirk.
E), Again, that’s the Inquest you’re thinking of. I’d rather get test subjects through legal means, it leaves fewer questions unanswered and keeps my reputation as an esteemed genius polished. If I start to look too bad, the committee might consider me for Arcane Council, which would be absolutely terrible. I’d have no time at all to get anything done, my title as a lab genius would become a shallow formality.
In short, you’ve obviously never set foot in the Fields of Ruin or the Plains of Ashford. You’ve never choked on the smog of the Charr around and within the Black Citadel, and you’ve never seen the wonders our research has wrought. You have every opportunity to know and see these things for yourself, but you don’t.
Want to know why? I can tell you right now based upon my observations of your brothers and sisters of inferiority.
You are Sylvari. You are flora, of infinitely minute intellect. We, the Asura, are fauna of the highest quality, the very quintessence of the Eternal Alchemy. We personify genius, a shining star that you may admire from a distance, but never touch.
Grind Wars 2: Heart of Tears
