![]() ![]() ![]() The heroes are also fully aware that this character's aims are completely selfish and often need to be persuaded to accept (or sometimes ask for) his help. Despite being fundamentally opposed to the heroes, this character often finds it easier to achieve his evil goals by helping them. This character has no intention of redeeming himself or changing his evil ways and the heroes are usually always aware of this. Generally, this character would be the archenemy of one of the heroes (if not all of them), the main antagonist of an earlier part of the story or a villain who was previously fought (and sometimes beaten) offscreen. #TV TROPES HYPERSPACES EVIL FREE#Also, this character is usually not forced into aligning with the heroes and more often than not, lends his assistance of his own free will even if it is not welcomed. This character would not be an Anti-Hero or someone in possession of naturally evil powers who chooses to use them for good. So everything was looking up but little did I know, fate had other plans and I was none the Schweitzer.I was wondering if there is a trope for a character who is unmistakably evil but often chooses to team up with the heroes. Maybe I could stay there til I find the key to my life. As I walked off leaving the area I thought my life is what I make it, I have Descartes Blanche to do with it as I please. It was then I realised that Plato had a cave he was always going on about. When dealing with philosophical quandaries so many people have their own Hobbes stories and Buddha, I mean Buddy, I don’t need that. Not to hit on a Søren spot it’s the only way to keep certain bad elements out. There was a window into my soul up high but to squeeze in there would be against the laws of metaphysics and I couldn’t stop thinking how I wished I had left the doors of perception unlocked that day. The Sun Tzu was shining brightly over head as I sat there trying to see if there was another way into my house. Not that he didn’t love to Socrates me over my personal views. My friend Plato, who was out getting some tonics, would be home soon and he always had a spare insight into my woes and would surely be able to help. They were just a list of Utilities needed but it was when I didn’t hear the usual Bertrand Russell-ing of my keys in my pocket did I realise I was up shit creek in a Camus without a paddle. Thing is, I had remembered every thing else, my shopping nihi-lists were all present, though truth be told I had Bentham a little in my pocket. ![]() ![]() However when it comes to that sort of stuff I’m a total doubting Thomas. I had checked my horoscope earlier in the day, I’m an Aqunias and it didn’t bode well. I should have as-humed something like this would happen. Trying to ponder my way out of this situation I decided to sit in my Kierkegaarden until a solution presented itself. One day when I was out at my job, trying to bring home the Francis Bacon, I realised I forgot the key to my existence and was John Locked out of my house. ![]()
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