Jane Crocker
@gutlessGorturer
There are many among you who insist upon imagining the Empress as a flower. A glorious blossom resting delicately atop the imperial pond. You see her as the radiant lotus. You dement her with this metaphor as it is comforting to yourself. You can understand flowers. You see them as finite little things. You see them as an essence of peace on which you may rest your amphibious rears. Flowers can be plucked from the water, and held in your trembling hands until they wither. It is embarrassing the smallness of your perspective. @coronateCruelty is not a Lotus Flower. She is the pond underneath it. She is an impossible depth of still waters. She is ancient pressure resting below a mirrored surface. The thing your reflection hovers over every time you deign to admire yourself. You do not admire yourself. You admire the reality in which you are permitted to continue living for the Empress has not seen you as worth her effort. You look at the bloom because your eyes are evolutionarily trained to see beauty and admire such symmetry. Your prey eyes do not allow you to see what is lying underneath as your pathetic brains photograph the surface. The roots of the flower descend into her depth. You can not meaningfully conceptualize this depth. The lotus survives because it is permitted to live and survive by her. The water answers only to itself. The roots answer to mud. The ecosystem answers to her. The minnows answer to her. I, the venerable crawfish in this wonderful analogy, answer to her. You are childish to believe that you understand the pond. You are a mere wiggler whose inability to fend for itself will surely result in your drowning. Empires are not maintained by aesthetics. Power is not the crown. Power is the Empress. She is the beautiful depth of gravity that all eventually answer to. She is an eventuality. More than even the end of time itself, she is inevitable. I am happy to serve such great and terrible forces.
You are nothing at all. You speak on events you do not understand from a timelline you have never inhabited filled with trolls you have never known. Your inane rambllings holld no vallue.
Who is it that truly remembers you? Your only legacy is your blood splattered on that castle floor.
I care not. I need onlly be remembered by one. My descendant carries the torch, My Llady carries my service. That is all that will ever matter.
3:B Oh sweet, a descendant for me to kill!
s)(e is already dead. and s)(es also my personal c)(ewtoy. reel it back, janey. you )(ave many more options.
mmmmmmmm. not yet. i want to see )(ow )(er session plays out.
Product: Consume. Tagline: You must consume.
nice to see you around janey
Of course, Coronate Empress Overlord of CrockerCorp. I am always available and of service.
good, cause we got work to do )(ow up to date are ya wit)( all t)(e bulls)(it on t)(is website
I have used my TiaraTop to comb ever relevant account and assign them values of threat and priority of termination.
mmmmm, good, good.
Failure to submit may result in lethal bludgeoning.
FAILURE TO #COLLAB MAY RESULT IN BEING CRUMPLED UP INTO A CUBE. (SPOILER ALERT: IT WILL.) [⠌]
You will accept our embrace.
:D
i don't wanna.
Of course!!!
Nah. Boring.
@gutsyGumshoe I have assessed your existence. You are fascinating. You are powerful. But that is expected of us. You are attempting, unlike our alternatives, to impersonate the idea of power. You exist within a papier-mâché throne whose flimsy construction is that of inherited branding, executive jargon you don't understand, theatrical tantrums, and a biological clock that is overclocked. You are an act, performing the balancing beam of 'Girlboss Empress Business Woman' and bearing the weight of being a catastrophically lonely woman clawing at the walls of relevance. Your behavior can be boiled down to: Assertion of Dominance, Minor Social Resistance, Public Escalation, Emotional Destabilization, Passive-Aggressive Collapse, and then you reconstruct that assertion of authority like a broken mask. It loops like a machine. You speak like a CEO because you fear being perceived as emotionally surplus to its requirements. Like myself, you speak fondly of the company. This is good. You are 25 years old. You claim ownership of Crockercorp. Your womb is supple, fertile, and underutilized. You abuse yourself and those around you due to the privilege of Life you were given and so willfully squander. You have posted 1,619 times including your comments. You have allied yourself with the Prince of Hope, the Bard of Rage, and many other useless fragments of existence. You hosted a spectacular event of Eridan Week. During Eridan Week, you assaulted and turned: Jake English, Orphaner Dualscar, The 'Woke' Highblood', and several others in your attempt to host a good time. You crucified Eridan Ampora. You have done many spectacular things for the public. However, these are all masking the truth of it all. You deny yourself your birthright. You deny yourself your purpose. You exacerbate my minute failures of allowing the TiaraTop's Automatic Correction of CrockerCorp to Crocker Corp be your defining front-loaded weaponry. This is a deconstruction of yourself. You are self-loathing. You actively seek to tear your alternates down to their base components. You despise, control, and manipulate your alternates not to better yourself, but to see how you yourself may react to the pressure. It is your catharsis. You are a tragedy. Cry no longer, for myself, CrockerCorp, the Coronate Empress Overlord, and the Board of Directors (Consisting of the other would-be Heiresses who have lost their particular titles to my own devotion), are here to alleviate you of these symptoms of noncompliance and freewill.
i WAS THERE, fOR SOME OF THOSE TOO, }:D, nEXT TIME YOU TALK ABOUT, tHE pRINCE OF hOPE AND THE bARD OF rAGE, cAN YOU MAYBE INCLUDE ME THE, pAGE OF bREATH? tHANK YOU,
i DON'T THINK ANY FRAGMENT OF EXISTENCE, iS USELESS,
Damn.
((Autocorrect. Thoust art getting mine ass blasted by the people.))
((i know you typed this in an old timey way but my brain registered the "mine" as a german affect. NO LITTLE GERMAN JANE, DONT GO INTO THE AUTOCORRECT CAVE!"
You all exist within the confines of internet anonymity and empty threats. Rest assured, our multiplanar Conquest will include you in our path.
i dare y[]u ТТ[] ТТry w[]uld a[ТТually be beТТТТer if y[]u win
I am not the Empress. I merely speak for Crocker Corp. Thank you for your input.
Have you tried to limit your scope
TW: #c9l9nialism #imperium #dictat9rship #auth9ritarianism #threateningw9rds #vi9lenceimplicati9n
i'm just tryin' to deliver mail darlin'.
Attention Chittr, The Board of Directors, as well as the CEO Herself, would like to extend an olive branch for those who are cravenly seeking leadership. You need only apply.
My hotel is privately owned sorryᴮˡᵉʰ ᵇˡᵉʰ ᵇˡᵉʰ
Ɏ i guess i'm lea-a-arning a-a-a lot a-a-about hostile ta-a-akeovers these da-a-ays Ɏ
This platform is to be acquired and subjugated under the will of the Chief Executive Officer of CrockerCorp. Those who resist will be met with an opposition equivalent or greater until they are battered down into nothing. CrockerCorp thanks you for your mandatory compliance.
I am aware of this Jane Crocker you have tagged. I am also aware of your recent losses.
I truly wouldn't call it a loss if she stuffed her aggressor in an oven and cooked him alive.
Can you message me later when I start caring?
Your existence as a multiversal abnormality. Your eradication is scheduled.
HAHAHAHAHAHA Good luck with that
Your powers as a First Guardian 4x Prototyped Jack Noir Agent are of minimal threat. Your ashes will be delivered to your litter.
It's cute that you think that. :)
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