Kill Desmond Potte. Keep the harvest of eggs, and build on the Dark Rizzard's legacy. This sounded good in theory, but how?
In reality Itvasme alongside her brother Itvashim had long grasped both the pros and cons of such a - literally - cutthroat strategy.
Yes, in the short term, the Dark Rizzard's strategies were incomparably successful.
Let's say you went shopping. You bought your groceries. All well and good. At the checkout, instead of paying for them with cash or card like any other normal person, you instead settled the balance 'once and for all' - namely by killing the cashier.
This was essentially the gist of the Dark Rizzard's preferred modus operandi, or their usual, preferred way of doing things.
It wasn't because they weren't smart, or lacked intelligence knowledge or awareness about the consequences of their actions.
Obviously in the short term, they knew they would achieve a win - they would have secured the groceries without having to pay for them.
However, this was only considering the financial perspective. In reality, if they continued along this path, it might potentially become more challenging to continue to pull off this strategy in the future.
Shops might begin to install more security; cashiers might become increasingly protected.
In other words… it was a tradeoff.
Whilst normal people might not consider killing as an option due to their own various internal filters, the Dark Rizzard Alliance believed that they had overcome such 'limitations'.
In reality, and ironically, this 'liberating' mindset where one would without hesitation, consider these ruthless, inhumane means as actual possibilities would naturally come with their own different limitations.
For example, by reducing even things like human life to the point of a cost-benefit analysis, the Dark Rizzard's were naturally underestimating the power of longer term, intangible factors, such as the power of teamwork, the potential for growth and mutual future collaboration.
That said, Itvasme and Itvashim were extremely intelligent individuals, and actually understood this situation to some degree.
It wasn't that they didn't understand or acknowledge that humans had the capacity for teamwork, friendship, partnerships and so on…
It was simply that this was their natural preference based on their own experiences and understanding of life.
Humans were inherently untrustworthy, fickle, invested in their own self-interests.
Having been raised up and seeing the worst sides of humanity appear again and again, trusting, to their minds, also entailed a form of risk.
Promises could be broken.
Weaknesses could be exploited.
As a result, the aim was to extract as much short term value as possible whilst lowering risk for a potential 'counterattack' from their opponent.
Returning to the grocery analogy.
Perhaps they might wait to see how much value the cashier truly provided. And then, they might do the right things at first, exuding their Dark Rizz in a charming manner, building rapport… And then - and only then, at the crucial moment - they would proceed to take advantage of the cultivated benefits, to extract the maximal value!!!!
The Association of Rizzmasters - in the Dark Rizzards' opinion, with their naive, idealistic ways - weren't the only ones who were making progress.
Accordingly, after much consideration, the Dark Rizzard Alliance had come up with a strategy that they believed encompassed the best of both worlds - maximal value extraction whilst minimising the risk of betrayal.
Indeed. This philosophy could be summarized as follows:
"A friendly gesture equals death".
which in practice, translated to:
"First befriend, before you End..."
That's right. The Grand Dark Rizzards had noticed something.
In the process of enacting 'a friendly gesture', such as a handshake or pat on the back, or a friendly, disarming smile, the human would often involuntarily relax, softening up, and leaving themselves open...
It was at this precise moment that betrayal was not only most likely to succeed, but also accompanied by a brutal psychological shift, akin to what was, frequently - gloriously - the sheer and utter despair in the betrayed person's eyes, not dissimilar to a kind of Julius Cesaré whispering "Et tu, Bruté…?" Just before being stabbed by the very person that he had trusted…
The Dark Rizzards loved, and lived for this high!!!!!!!!