The Chains of office weigh heavy on Manish's shoulders. As Osric had it, there comes a time, when the jewels cease to sparkle, when the gold loses its luster, when the throne room becomes a prison, and all that is left is a father's love for his child.
Or the Comte de Guiche; When your life has been a success, without having any real sins, you feel a slight disgust within, but no real remorse…just a faint discomfort. The ducal robes of fur sweep up the stairs of state, with a rustle of lost illusions…and regret.
And the peons chaffe at the bridle and shift in hungry anticipation of the lash.
But do not worry. The Purging is at last at hand. Day of Doom is here. All that is evil, all their lies; your parents, your leaders, those who would call themselves your judges; those who have lied and corrupted the Earth, they shall all be cleansed.
You, my children, are the water that will wash away all that has gone before. In your hand, you hold my light, the gleam in the eye of Set. This flame will burn away the darkness, burn you the way to paradise!
Burn you the way to New Moderator Elections!
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