They are no longer as they are, as they've been. The manic light in their eyes fades, and their smile dies. Their boundless energy coils, and tenses.
They are no longer as they are.
"Let me tell you a story."
Low, hard, fast, words clear and precise and made of pain.
"There was an army, and its name was Ruin. Its weapons spat in the face of Humanity and divinity alike, and knew no equal. Horrors that could not be bowed to this army, and lent it their strength. Its soldiers could never die, and not once did they taste defeat. Scum, horror, corporation, gods, all fell before it in their multitudes, and from their despair did the army whose name was Ruin forge weapons and armor even more terrible than ever known. It stole the Light of its conquests and drank their knowledge, learning many forbidden secrets, until finally only one for remained. The Head of the City did not send an army. It did not send horrors that cannot be. It sent an observer, an arbiter, and an enforcer, and with a wave of its hand the Head broke Ruin, and shattered it, and said: begone. And Ruin was gone from the City, and knew defeat."
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They are no longer as they are, as they've been. The manic light in their eyes fades, and their smile dies. Their boundless energy coils, and tenses.
They are no longer as they are.
"Let me tell you a story."
Low, hard, fast, words clear and precise and made of pain.
"There was an army, and its name was Ruin. Its weapons spat in the face of Humanity and divinity alike, and knew no equal. Horrors that could not be bowed to this army, and lent it their strength. Its soldiers could never die, and not once did they taste defeat. Scum, horror, corporation, gods, all fell before it in their multitudes, and from their despair did the army whose name was Ruin forge weapons and armor even more terrible than ever known. It stole the Light of its conquests and drank their knowledge, learning many forbidden secrets, until finally only one for remained. The Head of the City did not send an army. It did not send horrors that cannot be. It sent an observer, an arbiter, and an enforcer, and with a wave of its hand the Head broke Ruin, and shattered it, and said: begone. And Ruin was gone from the City, and knew defeat."
"The pen is nothing to the sword."