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video; un: leavegodalone
Is this thing on?
[ The camera opens on a man, but there is something horribly inhuman about his eyes: they are black from edge to edge, the iris burning with a ring of white light. He is flanked by two skeletons which stand at attention, each with a speck of glowing red in their shadowed eye sockets. ]
Been a while since I had to do this. Hey, hello, kia ora. You face the King Undying, the Necrolord Prime.
[ He claps his hands together. There is something wrong with them: the whites of his metacarpals are exposed, flesh crumbled away like so much ash. ]
But let's not stand on formality, right? I hear we're on a first-name basis, now. So: I'm Emperor John Gaius, creator of the Nine Houses, and also God. Not locally, mind, [ and he gestures vaguely upwards, ] here it's a more crowded playing field. I'll admit, it's been an adjustment. I tried to get a peek at my usual domain... turns out Mariana doesn't like to share.
Now, I get that I've made a few mistakes. [ He says this like funny understatement, hands splayed. It shows the bare red tendons in his palms. ] Let's clear up some misconceptions.
[ He stands accused of baby-killing, human sacrifice, and the destruction of whole planets. He riled Mariana into a deadly storm. But what he says, with all the gravity of a king, is: ]
My wife is that hot.
[ Fantastic. Amazing start. He leans in to regard the camera. ]
Look, I get it: I haven't made myself popular. I'll get a lot of kids at my door screaming log off. We're on, what, bloody retribution attempt six or seven? It's been a constant parade of death lasers and witches and kids with swords. And I see where you're coming from. I put a serious damper on everyone's fun vengeance beach party.
But it's getting a little old, so consider this a friendly warning to all my executioners: I will start losing patience. [ He quirks a smile that does not touch his eyes. ] Not to be all, I have over ten billion confirmed kills, but: maybe do not fuck with me.
Cheers.
[ The skeletons perform an ancient First House salute, and the feed cuts out. ]
[ The camera opens on a man, but there is something horribly inhuman about his eyes: they are black from edge to edge, the iris burning with a ring of white light. He is flanked by two skeletons which stand at attention, each with a speck of glowing red in their shadowed eye sockets. ]
Been a while since I had to do this. Hey, hello, kia ora. You face the King Undying, the Necrolord Prime.
[ He claps his hands together. There is something wrong with them: the whites of his metacarpals are exposed, flesh crumbled away like so much ash. ]
But let's not stand on formality, right? I hear we're on a first-name basis, now. So: I'm Emperor John Gaius, creator of the Nine Houses, and also God. Not locally, mind, [ and he gestures vaguely upwards, ] here it's a more crowded playing field. I'll admit, it's been an adjustment. I tried to get a peek at my usual domain... turns out Mariana doesn't like to share.
Now, I get that I've made a few mistakes. [ He says this like funny understatement, hands splayed. It shows the bare red tendons in his palms. ] Let's clear up some misconceptions.
[ He stands accused of baby-killing, human sacrifice, and the destruction of whole planets. He riled Mariana into a deadly storm. But what he says, with all the gravity of a king, is: ]
My wife is that hot.
[ Fantastic. Amazing start. He leans in to regard the camera. ]
Look, I get it: I haven't made myself popular. I'll get a lot of kids at my door screaming log off. We're on, what, bloody retribution attempt six or seven? It's been a constant parade of death lasers and witches and kids with swords. And I see where you're coming from. I put a serious damper on everyone's fun vengeance beach party.
But it's getting a little old, so consider this a friendly warning to all my executioners: I will start losing patience. [ He quirks a smile that does not touch his eyes. ] Not to be all, I have over ten billion confirmed kills, but: maybe do not fuck with me.
Cheers.
[ The skeletons perform an ancient First House salute, and the feed cuts out. ]
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Listen: I sympathize with anyone who is uncomfortable that I am here in town. I would also, personally, love to not be here in town.
Not to be that guy, here, but: if I killed without just cause, there wouldn't be a town. I'm not just slapping a death on anybody who looks at me funny. Case in point: all the challengers who've walked away from - and I do want to hammer this point home - fistfights with God.
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Swear you won't spill forbidden blood. Swear you won't commit premeditated murder. Swear it on the Doorway, and you will be left alone.
You aren't a god. You aren't even a king, here. You're a man who has learned a lot of magic and lived a very long time, at the cost of ten billion lives. There is no way to make that right. There is no justice, here. But there might be peace, if you would surrender this much.
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We'll agree to disagree.
no subject
no subject
But I'll take it under advisement.
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[not out of the goodness of her heart, or any desire to help him, but because she takes satisfaction in knowing that he feels himself a prisoner, here.]
No hostage has ever found freedom by fighting their way out of an enemy stronghold. You may find an opportunity to escape, and seize it, but in the meantime it's better to do what they want.
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He isn't in the mood. ]