D-->This=is=one=of=my=favourite=wrigglerhood=parables=haha=:)//< "...and lo young Sisters and Brothers did the arrogant Indigoblood merchant and his useless Kelpblood butler arrive with their Clay red servant trailing behind on her hands and knees. The stories they had heard did not do our motherfucking Circus true justice because you had to be there to believe it.. There were tall spires and plays both shitty and luxurious being produced on every street corner by painted faces some born to it others having fucking earned it. It was a Circus of Miracles and a Circus of BLASPHEMY. We RULED Alternia back then if not factually then in spirit. No violetblood motherfucker ever thought to cross one of us. I better not see any of you young wriggler motherfuckers talk in hushed breaths about how majestic that sounds. It was a practical joke we were playing on them and the Messiahs looked kindly upon the city's practical jokes because we were young as a family. The moment the jokes stopped being funny was when they started repeating so often they turned so bland some trolls thought they were good fucking ideas and no joke is ever a good motherfucking idea thats why they are funny! Violetbloods are above us that dont mean we dont crush their skulls if they got us angry but we have to stop fucking around and respect scripture eventually or else we will be struck down for thinking we can be funny for as long as the Dark Brothers themselves can be. So two shitblood motherfuckers and their indigo master walk into the then Circus of Miracles. The indigoblood managed to get an audience using his tattered connections one last time with the blasphemy spouting bitch of a ringleader and not just of the grand circus. Like I said we were isolated then but a family has connections even if the branches are long and spindly or some shit. And her branch was the longest and hardest. There was no bitch or motherfucker harder than her on the planet. The indigoblood walked in first with the swagger of a dumb motherfucker who hadnt learned anything from all the signs the messiahs had sent his way. He showed the #### his trunk full of knicks and knacks that were apparently quite valuable and the #### gave him a face of pure fucking disgust because what kind of motherfucker rolls up to the baddest bitch on the planet just to offer some fancy ass jewellery? So she ordered him to prove his worth to the Messiahss by juggling some balls, the simplest mirthful act even a wriggler could do if they had the limbs for it. This motherfucker had limbs but no clue on how to use them on account of being a dumbass merchant so he got them both jammed into his ganderbulbs not even two seconds in.. She rewarded his accidental clownery by having him stripped before pouring tar and feathers over his clueless ass. If the motherfucker was funny enough then he could earn someone’s pity and get a ride back to his fancy ass mansion.. She kept the trunk too cus a bitch can reject materialism and also recognise when something will look good on her. Then the olive butler fancied himself in looking all worried over his master and the #### didn't even wait. She asked the pitiful gutter trash where his weapon was and he said something about being a more cultured example of his caste civilized by his master and used all kinds of words no reasonable motherfucker could be expected to know so she chalked him up as a mutant and told him to report to the painting centers and the bitch bowed his head down in supplication proving her point. Finally the lowblood hobbled in and that properly abused bitch couldn't even straighten her spine out correctly. She presented herself to the #### and after some time spent doing fuck all the #### ordered her to try and juggle some balls again which of course the bitch failed at although she was more successful at keeping her ganderbulbs intact than her master. Then she was ordered to bend in a way that put all her weight on her torn side and to try to balance on one leg and all kinds of other yoga style freak shit that made her tumble and fail and cry out in pain and at the end of it all when the lowblood couldn't do anything more the #### came over to her side and leaned in to brush away her tears. She said "from one bitch to another you are pathetic but that is what youre supposed to be which is why im gonna paint you i mean whose ever heard of an indigo not stabling hoofbeasts and an olive with good hygiene that motherfucker had his nails done". Let it be know brothers and sisters she was right. There ain't no better place for us than the place you are born on the spectrum for that is the place the Messias judged your immortal fucking souls worth for. But she went too far with the paint. Remember all the way back when I said motherfuckers could earn their paint that should have been the loudest verbal trip ever honked by any bitch or motherfucker to have walked the earth. If you were jolly enough of a gunkblood you were painted and when you were painted it was said the Messiahs were giving your divine fucking essence a look over and if you behaved you'd be put through to the dark carnavel not as entertainment but as a fucking participant. Now who the fuck gave the bitch all that info? Why did she ignore the Messiahs messages to stop? Nobody fucking knows and that is a good thing. You need to empathize with a bitch or motherfucker to understand the shit they spew and if any of you motherfuckers empathize with her I will cull you myself. It was wrong. Those painted were taught about sermons reserved only for us by the Messiahs and they were passed over once or twice when fresh paint was needed or labour required. They were allowed to talk and even fucking mingle with other castes above them and we all know indigoes have more sticks up their ass than a fireplace does in its mouth but they are where they are for a reason. Give a bucket a trickle and it will yearn for the entire pail brothers and sisters. Any rights you think lowbloods deserve they do not. We only give them what we do so the meatbags have more blood to paint with and stronger bones for our trinkets. The rustblood bitch was painted personally by the #### and had a mediculler assigned to try and fix her broken body, another painted who was also a motherfucking rustblood. They were allowed to share spaces without supervision! Imagine giving a shitblood rights and then letting them mingle with other shitbloods with rights! Even if the bitch died from all her injuries and her body disappeared soon therafter the fact she did with her paints meant that apparently she might have had a ticket to the Messiahs ominous concerts by the ####'s reckonening. Brothers and sisters if by some dark fucking miracle you do find that lowblood bitch in our carnival without chains or ropes beat her into a pulp so fine you can smear it across the carnival itself. This is why we are so reduced in number. This is why the Glub Queen herself had to turn her ship around just to stomp out all the fucking degeneracy and her fine ass legs were no doubt joined by the fat rippling stubs of our Messiahs. Do not question her brothers and sisters. Do not assume some crazy fucking ideas you got yesterday are messages by the Messiahs even if you drank a liter of faygo beforehand. We are their receivers and she is our tuning fork if you have such a motherfucking glorious thinkpan-shattering plot that its could have only been them then pass it through to her first to verify its true." D-->This=story=was=so=inspiring=for=me=as=a=wriggler=I=still=reread=it=a=lot=its=not=the=truest=retelling=of=course=the=storyteller=in=question=was=deacon=Pakkus=Trepan=who=been=around=for=this=mysterious=scratched=out=purplebloods=reign=over=Alternia=and=spoke=this=Sermon=a=thousand=sweeps=later=which=was=then=transcribed=but=kept=on=disappearing=from=written=record=depending=on=Empire=Truth=Insurance=policies=at=the=time=yet=this=one=portion=made=it=out=which=is=great=I=think=like=a=time=capsule=but=with=all=the=bad=stuff=already=pulled=out=haha:)//< (Ignore the OOC, its only so the story is legible lmfao) #nsfw #violence