video ✖ let all these kings become our clowns and i will serenade the choice to burn the mother down

[smackdown]

[the sky is dimming, the wind is whispering, the streets are starting to bleed, and Badou wipes a splatter of that blood from his cheek where it runs down the sharp set of his jaw, smearing it below his one good eye]

[if his voice is a cracked rasp, one would have to wonder if it comes from anxiety or just years of cigarettes pumping smoke out of his mouth;]

So, uhhn... my brand new boss just shot himself in the fuckin' face. Wasn't even the start of it. I heard the old lady that was nice enough to put me up offed herself with some kinda poison. Innskeep slit 'is wrists. Waitstaff all hung themselves in a row, like some fucked-up cultists meeting.

[he rubs his neck for a minute, but it seems more like discomfort than sadness]

...Do they know somethin' we don't?

video ☀ backdated to the 18th

[hypertoxic]

What the fuck!

[ This alien-looking chick with the freaky white eyes looks, somehow, very harassed and deeply offended at once. ]

Talk about rude. What the fuck was up with those guys? And why the hell am I here?? I am still not entirely clear on that part. That video was a joke. Was that supposed to be educational? Because it was worse than completely useless, if you ask me. Bluh!

[ She shifts the communicator in her hand, jarring the feed and making it tilt slant-wise, somewhat nauseatingly. ]

And what is up with this crappy replacement cutlass? I mean, at least I still have that, unlike the rest of my powers! Holy shit, pretty much everything about this is awful and terrible and bizarre. What kind of power in paradox space could possibly bring me to a place like this?

[ Something seems to finally occur to her, and she stops moving -- and stops jabbering -- and peers suspiciously at her communicator. ]

I'm talking to someone. Who's out there, and what's really going on?