(Untitled)

[shall_yield_us]

Tsk. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Tsk. Hmmm. If you are among those to take these - these four wretched horsemen of no apocalypse as deities of the land, then... tell me, what's greatest deed they've wrought to show their power?

Who are they? What can they do? When did they come? Who gave them title and rank? Surely one of you simpering mice must have kept

Comments

[whitetwoguns]

Where I'm from God is dead. The papers said so.

[shall_yield_us]

And you, a man who believes his press.

[whitetwoguns]

I'd have to believe in him first for him to be dead.

I dunno about these shits they call deities but whatever they're packing it's more than what anybody else has.

[shall_yield_us]

An inkling of motivation might help the plebe's cause.

Tell me, did you see the pigs?

[bedsidemanners]

Why do you care?

[shall_yield_us]

Oh, cut your tongue and pin it to a door with thread and needle and hot glue, like a decrepit butterfly in a misfit collection - did I tell you to speak?

[bedsidemanners]

I don't recall that ever stopping me.

[shall_yield_us]

I don't recall that ever stopping Sevotharte's lash against your bared palms, good little boy that you doubtlessly want.

Fine, tis the game and we play it: why care why I care?

[one_that_leads]

Do you mean to speak to these figures themselves, Lord Rosiel?

[shall_yield_us]

And hear their lies? Later.

2/2

[shall_yield_us]

...though, since you are so willing to give me work, I shall set your compass to the way of some instead.

[one_that_leads]

Lord Rosiel.

[valentineluke]

Rather insulting to the true Horsemen.

[shall_yield_us]

The offence won't stop their horses in their step..

[valentineluke]

Doesn't matter. The horses' way is barred.

[shall_yield_us]

By? Incredulity?