There is some confusion among the audience regarding the distinction between a cherub and the inevitability that shaped him. I am here to east these concerns. Yes. There is @caliBorn. A loud, proud, furious thing clawing at the seams of reality with bloodied daggers and a divine entitlement. The aspiring monarch on the verge of apotheosis. I have found him terribly charming in the way one finds a lit fuse charming after noticing the powder keg it is leading to. And yes. There is @unhackabledottildeUath, the Inevitable. You speak as though they are separate. One does not replace the other any more than a shadow replaced the object casting it. The cherub you observe is the comprehensible surface tension of chronology itself ready to break way to the final penny in the proverbial cup. Caliborn exists. Of course he does. How else could Lord English have always been here? Despite tantrums, crude declarations of selfhood, there is a consistency to our dearest lord. He insists, as though, the dread of himself isn't already reflected backward across every plane of creation. His greatness is only rivalled by his own, in which, they compliment one another. As Caliborn's Chosen, however, I must continue to foster the Lord to be in lieu of the Lord that always has been.
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SCRATCH. AS A MATTER OF IMPORTANCE, YOU WILL BE SMOKING ENTROPY WITH MEENAH AND I IN THE BILLIARDS PARLOR YESTERDAY EVENING.
Of course I was. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/384cf4a62162.png I still have my soon-to-be-former cigarette holder.
HEAR THAT. FuCKFACE. IT'S MY MOuTH DOC SQuIRTS HIS LITTLE PuPPET TEAT INTO. YOu CAN GO DRINK MALT SHIT LIQuOR AND PEE YOuR PANTS ABOuT SIX SEVEN.
EASY DOES IT THERE, ANKLE BITER. YOU'LL BE ALLOWED IN THE SMOKING PARLOR TOO EVENTUALLY. IN SOME SENSE, YOU ALREADY ARE.