The King's Crumbling Walls

[evrythingismine]

This place has become infested.

For those of you newcomers, my name is Gilgamesh, the Golden King of Heroes of Ancient Uruk. If you wish to gain my favor, you'll have to prove your worth.

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[red_ribbon_nun]

Gilgamesh.

You have still not finished washing the windows, and it's your turn to prepare dinner.

[evrythingismine]

I do not do chores.

[red_ribbon_nun]

You will if you want to live. Metaphorically-speaking, of course.

[lunar_purity]

Before asking others to earn your favor, it would be best to demonstrate why we'd want it in the first place.

[evrythingismine]

And how shall I prove it to you, woman?

[lunar_purity]

Give me the slighest evidence that I should give an Earth-crawler's wishes any weight.

[evrythingismine]

You sound rather full of yourself, woman! And without an offer to back up your talk.

[starfishwuvu]

I LOVE YOU!

[divine_sun_wolf]

[Oh? What was this? Was someone asking for a fight?]

[evrythingismine]

[A wolf? OVERLOOKED.]

[divine_sun_wolf]

[You might want to look again, Gilgamesh. The goddess is glaring at you, and she has a pretty big sword. Are you going to fight her or not, you punk kid?]

[cheery_vibrato]

-She'll play a song for you, Gil. A happy, cheery, and oddly catchy little song. BE HAPPY! Because you don't have a choice.-

[evrythingismine]

[GILGAMESH REMAINS UNHAPPY.]

A bard?

[cheery_vibrato]

-Not even kings of heroes are immune to this sort of strange aura of cheer, Gilgamesh. Just accept it and dance a little, won't you?-