ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@resplendentCandour There's gold lining your pockets. Not a weight of currency filling them, not yet. That hasn't happened yet. But smears across the expensive fabric. It trails up to your chest, a handprint staining your tie. It was the machine that had taken him from you. It was the batteries that powered it. It was the useless pawns who followed Her around and fueled Her destruction. You did the world a service getting rid of it. You can tear this place down without a power source to keep it running and protected. You hear it choking behind you when you stand. Fizzling in a desperate attempt to keep the light inside of it from going out. One swift stomp takes care of it. There are six more of them here, you planned this so carefully you know exactly where they are. Exactly where they will be when you intercept them. They will not leave. Every battery that escapes is one more like him. You are going to rid this world of everything that destroys it. Someone has to. Someone has to. But does it have to be you? πΌπππππ’ πππ
Oh fuck
It seems this one came out early, apologies
[BEGIN MESSAGE] 0h. [END MESSAGE]