“–eous, hand of GOD!!”
Verily I saw that moment as the greatest feat of my short miserable life.
With pride my fist is raised.
And– oh, hey!
Uh, yeah. How are you???
I’m fine today.
Recently lost a bet with myself!
Russian roulette is a difficult game…
Bloom, my hatred.
Last time it was aaaaaaaaall about Fate.
What is Fate anyways?
Something I can eat?
Jokes aside, with home guard–home boy–home guard(?) Adrian as the fill in for the schematics, I could be lazy and eat some ramen or something.
To be frank, perspective shifts are like water.
It’s crap or the best thing I’ve had in sixty years.
That being said, it’s random.
Not sure what you saw… but eh, it don’t matter to me.
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Originally, I was gonna like…
Uh.
“Like uh.”
So you see, there is a buttload of factions vying for their respective goals.
D4 E-em-pire, Proxy rulers, joe schmoes, the others.
Look, I'm too lazy to say it all.
Even in my head, I’m kinda blanking.
And it’s all your fault!
If you didn’t yap(Definitely true) while breathing, none-a dis woulda happen!
Okay, but for serIous mode now, my plan is partially working.
La Rebelion De La Mases is working!
…Sorta.
In the sense that the undercurrents are working like that. Visibly outwards, it looks the same.
Give me one silver, and I rob you.
Give me one gold coin, and you're a sucker for life.
Give me one copper, and damn you pity me or somethin punk?!
By these words, it’s like that.
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Trust.
Trust me.
I’m very trustworthy.
— —
Because I am god.
A mortal that represents the dream.
Am I god?
Until it comes true.
— —
Thus.
My top five reasons on why I’m trustworthy!
If you didn’t understand, well just reread what I said I dunno…
It’s not hard.
You have a brain don’t you?
Just infer that I don’t tend to liE, I’m quite honest with you all… and the other three reasons.
Yeah.
Moving on… there's also the topic of POW’s.
Japan, Yapan.
Recently I figured out, that they eat a stupid amount of resources if not executed by way of king louis the ⅩⅣ.
For some reason I feel like that sentence is wrong.
Damn my butt hurts.
Them novels weren’t kidding when they said they sucked balls.
I wouldn’t know since I could just ask one of the guardian guides to carry me.
Er, didn’t know.
That wasn’t out of sheer laziness! Okay it was.
It also smells like rotting wood.
As the coachman and the rest didn’t notice me getting on earlier while I listed my best reasons, lets return back to prisoners.
Why the fixation you may ask!
Today's topic:
Slavery!
Work em to the bone.
Not enough space to care for them in the capitàle.
Technically speaking there's a lot of space since it’s like the size of Belgium or something.
Think I said that before? Anyways, that hundo thousand, like uhhh I wanna say seventy percent live near the capital while the rest is sparsely spread out.
How nicely even!
A bunch of able bodied men just squatting under constant watch? Might as well use em…
What’re they gonna do? Refuse?
Do that and I beat you.
Like southerners, their life is mine to grasp and crush.
Indeed indeed.
There's also the radiance guyS.
Uh, well they’re not important.
Yet.
Since an obedient pup sits on the throne, one must understand that the empire too can be a lil dirty beach.
Damn even I’m saying, “the empire”.
Vassal states. Vassal states.
Draw your power O conqueror!
In that regard, they can basically send a call for areas they can control and just… y’know.
Numbers are still numbers even if they come big.
Speaking of such, there's such a thing named aura…!
No, not that one.
The fantasy staple one.
The one where they sword [Insert ranking] to master.
I can tell you this.
They’re all frauds.
They may say ‘sword master’ but in reality it’s more like…
Glue and a stick.
Weird but lemme explain.
The glue keeps the stick from breaking and also acts like an absorber and barrier for the stick.
Without the stick it’s form is more puddle-like.
The stick also acts as an inbetween for the glue and whatever you're trying to do.
In that sense, THEY’RE ALL FRAUDS!!!!!!!!!
SWORD MASTER MY BALLS HE’S JUST USING A POWER THAT DOESN’T EVEN USE THE SWORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THAT’S LIKE SAYING YOU’LL BASH SOMEONE AND THEN USE A FUDGING SHOTGUN TO DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Ahem.”
I actually, like the system of what these barbaric hungry warmongers call the barbaric hungry warmongers up north of de republeece.
It’s pretty interesting.
Though it’s mostly variation.
“Who the hell are you?”
The blade close to my neck.
The notched arrow.
The fierce glare of mercenaries.
“Haha.”
Who am I?
No one really important.
If I had to say…
“Just a humble servant returning.”
Their eyes don’t believe it.
“I, honest, never lie.”

