The Orphaner admits that his self-portr8t was deli8er8tely co‑opted for the sole purpose of Imperial propaganda, and still there are those who are duped 8y said illusion of propaganda.
Ye are just so 'bsessed \/\/\/\/it' me. Thinkin' o' flingin' pitch again, m'little Marquise?
The entirety of your caliginous offerings would merely 8e a torrent of online posts every few minutes? One must wonder whether you still retain a crew at your disposal, with you as its Captain I'd wager they're all that royal 8easts meal.
Oh, I didn't say that, lass. I dunnae kno\/\/\/\/ if yer still trapped upon 'Ternia or if ye'\/\/e tra\/\/eled C-\/\/\/\/ard like the rest o'th'lot. But I'm on a ne\/\/\/\/ sea \/\/\/\/it' a ne\/\/\/\/ cre\/\/\/\/. I can huntchya do\/\/\/\/n an ske\/\/\/\/er y'like ole times' sake an that ain't a euphonism.
There are two conceiva8le readings of your statement. One posits that you somehow managed to 8oard a spacecraft departing from Alternia and, against all expect8tions, survived your f8te. The altern8tive suggests the opposite, that you are, in fact, wandering through the Dreamlands. Which is it?
There b'a secret third option but ye ain't ready t'hear that yet, M'ang. Ye ought t'expand yer horizons a bit an' read m'text a tinge more carefully. Lest ye fergit that ye an' I had our o\/\/\/\/n battles'o'\/\/\/\/its an' th'like. \/\/\/\/ell, actually, likely not ye in particualr gi\/\/en th'\/\/\/\/hole, time thin' goin' on \/\/\/\/it' this here \/\/\/\/ebsite. Fuckin' splinternet.