Morgan Coedwig's Questionnaire

Must I really do this? Fine. If you must know I grew up in a small town in Wales called Shrewsbury. Quaint little town with relatively friendly people. So long as you weren't the English, they're still nursing a grudge over several centuries old. Though I now live in the Americas, in the City of Seattle, Washington to attend a College my parents enrolled me into. Seattle itself is... acceptable... though it does make me miss Shrewsbury rather much. The people are definitely not as friendly, though still have some common grounds on hating the English. Might be a universal thing, to be quite honest. I live in an apartment by my lonesome, it's rather small but has more than enough room for a single occupant. The walls are thankfully thick as I don't think I'd be able to deal with hearing my... neighbors. So I left it for a cottage in a nearby forest, even more peace and quiet.

I work various occupations, though the positions I find myself frequenting is that of a tutor for high school students and assisting the librarians sort and arrange their books in the local libraries. Most would find such jobs... tedious, but to me, it is heartening to see people pursue knowledge. Even more so when I get to help the youthful in learning more about the world, as it seems the American education system leaves... much to be desired.

As for what I spend my well earned salary on, mostly the essentials such as groceries and rent. Though I do allow myself a few amenities such as computer parts. It is one of my favorite pass times to tinker with broken machinery, to see what I can salvage from things people throwaway thinking they're no longer of any use. The fools, so many things they see as scrap still hold within them valuable materials such as copper.

The Pursuit of Knowledge. To learn about everything existence has to offer, and whatever non-existence also has to offer. And though I'd prefer things to be... as bloodless as possible, I would not shy away from... more drastic actions in my pursuit. As for how close to death I would come to fulfill my goals, death can have me when it has earned me. No sooner. No later.

But once I have achieved my goals, of knowing all, I would then start a library. I would ensure that all of my knowledge is shared, that nothing is kept secret, that everything is laid bare for all to see and learn. As nothing is more previous to me than seeing knowledge being shared, that nothing is hoarded, that nothing is kept from the masses.

... I do not think there has been any event that I could ever consider... the most defining. As everything that happened in my life, every event I went through, is what made me the person I am today. And as such, one could say that all of those occurrences are the most defining thing to ever happen to me. As for how it changed me overtime... it is hard to say, difficult to think how every event slightly pushed my trajectory into the path it is now on. How... as they say, even the flapping of a butterfly's wing can lead to the inception of a hurricane.

My Father, Merrick. My Mother, Rhea. And a little spider I came to consider my closest friend when I was but a wee lad.

My Father... could be described as an older, more surly version of me. In both appearances and temperament. Though he is also where I had inherited my... insatiable curiosity from, to learn, to know. He would always say to me that knowledge is something that should be freely given, freely shown. That the people deserve the right to the truth. He detested anyone that lied. That he would have more respect for an utter reprobate that didn't put on a facade compared to someone that wasn't anywhere close to such depravations but lied about who they were. This is also possibly where I had gotten my own propensity for... simply saying what I saw.

My Mother on the other hand was a kind, caring woman. Though the advent in which lead to my parents meeting is... something of a noodle incident. Specifically my mother being a thief, breaking into my father's home at the time. My mother would've easily gotten away were it not for the fact my father got hungry one night and caught her in the middle of her crime. Sheer dumb luck is what lead to my parents meeting. Something of a fond memory for them.

Then the little spider that I had befriended in my youth. It thought me the ephemeral nature of life and how all things must come to an end.

My childhood was... fine. My parents cared for me as parents ought to. As for who they were, as I mentioned in a prior entry my father's name is Merrick whilst my mother's name is Rhea. My father and I look eerily similar, to the point my mother once joked that the DNA I inherited, only a measly one-percent of it was from her and the remaining ninety-nine-percent was from my father. Anyways, quoting my previous statement about my father:

"My Father... could be described as an older, more surly version of me. In both appearances and temperament. Though he is also where I had inherited my... insatiable curiosity from, to learn, to know. He would always say to me that knowledge is something that should be freely given, freely shown. That the people deserve the right to the truth. He detested anyone that lied. That he would have more respect for an utter reprobate that didn't put on a facade compared to someone that wasn't anywhere close to such depravations but lied about who they were. This is also possibly where I had gotten my own propensity for... simply saying what I saw."

As from my own words, I owe so much of who I am today to my father.

My mother on the other hand is a kind and caring woman. Who used to be a thief... basically the reason they met in the first place, my mother trying to steal something from my father. To which my father reacted in a way most would not, he asked her out on a date. One date turned to two, then to three, then several more until they got married and produced me.

I was homeschooled for a good bit before my parents came to the decision to enroll me into a school my father attended once upon a time, I mostly kept to myself. Only got a few friends from way back when, and even then I only kept in contact with a handful of them to this day after I moved to America for college.

No. I always kept to myself, never really interacting much. And even of the few friends I made I could count the amount of female friends I had on one hand. Never gained a crush on them, just viewed them as friends. Though some of them had one-sided feelings... that might be the reason why I haven't kept contact with them, they felt too awkward to interact with me after confessing how they viewed me. This was during high school no less.

Still haven't found anyone of interest even after I moved, perhaps one day I'll meet a woman like how my father met my mother. By complete chance, and with the woman trying to steal from me.

The death of knowledge and wisdom, and the spread of ignorance and stupidity. Considering my ambitions, it isn't difficult to see why those would be my worst fears. As the greater the spread of ignorance and stupidity, knowledge and wisdom will inevitably be drowned in that sea of idiocy. Humanity will be left to stagnate and slowly rot into their own willful extinction. And even if there is a slim chance of someone intelligent being born in a world of ignorance, that person will likely be ignored, ridiculed, and/or harassed. There is a saying after all: "it is difficult to win an argument with a smart person, but downright impossible to win an argument with a stupid person."

And once the world is ruled by ignorance and idiocy, it will give way to superstitions and zealotry, and superstitions and zealotry will give way to death and destruction. As people begin to view the world as it isn't, and that view will become the foundations for something truly terrible, Humanity will be left to its slow and steady decline into the nothingness.

... It still lingers even now... even after surviving a contract, the first death still claws at the back of my mind, that feeling of nothingness... perhaps I have been inflicted by a new fear...

A prized possession you say... honestly, there isn't much within my grasp or reach that I would consider... prized. Perhaps the locket I keep in a lockbox hidden somewhere in my cottage. But that's probably the only thing I consider prized. Certainly something more sentimental than what one would assume of me. Considering things. But within that locket is an image of me and my parents years ago, when I was but a wee child no older than a grade schooler. It... reminds me of happier times, of simpler times. When all I had to worry about was learning from my parents and making them... smile. Yes, much happier and simpler times...

I wonder if someone would mistake the older man in that locket as me, I certainly resemble my father a great bit. Too the point that there had been jokes of us being twins, despite the... vast age gap between us, being his first son after all. I am getting older, approaching the age where my parents met and had me...