Hell yeah!
Lets burn the world down
Write our name on every door and spill our blood on every floor
Crawl out of the trains and planes
Gush like blood from exposed veins
Set loose the stallions
Cut the reins
Reigns and rains
That fill the sky on our good days and leave us parched during tragedy
Our lies
Now our lives
Swirling in The Watchmen's gutters while the masked man whispers
"No"
I'll pave these streets with terrible poetry
Jumbled stanzas of broken prose
But only because he wants me to
Only because she needs me to
Only because they beg me to do so
I'll spill my monstrous seed and spawn my twisted sons and daughters all over this fucking city
I'll bring the Minotaur and other terrors
Merry Christmas
Love;
King Minos.
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This is a test of the public knee jerk system
A terrorist threat for every one who wouldn't listen
I'm starting fires I can't put out.
Every player cut down by senators and dreams of power deserves a chance to scream sometimes, right?
If you're reading this before the 20th you're lucky
Stay low, load your guns, and watch the skies
Prepare for a war on the everyday in the most dramatic prose
An assault on the players that force this bureaucracy and spread their hypocrisy
The King is dead
Long Live King Minos
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Good Evening Ladies and Gents.
I have a fleur
and an army
and tools
and tricks
and weapons
and watersheds full of deep loathing for you all to drown in.
I was, in a literal sense, called back.
How could I resist so succulent a summons?
Our name is legion, our number at least 32
Revelation.
Yours;
King Minos
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I find more corruption in this era daily. When faced with decay, not only of the system, but of the drive and morality of the players, salvaging anything may be impossible. This whole town will burn.
King Minos

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