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From "The Fall of Sunrise"

I’m not without mercy.

I grant you three choices.

You may serve the Skeletons, until they are done with you.

That seems fair, doesn’t it?  How long was it you planned to keep them enthralled?

Then there’s banishment.

You’ll live forever on a planet called “Earth” and never want for nourishment.

You’ll feed on the Humans there, who’ll project clever maxims for you to obey.

Canon one minute, trivial the next.  Never constant.

They’ll lust after overpaid fanged Hollywood filmflammers playing dress up.

They’ll pen a million pages of cliché erotic!  They’ll don garish costumes cheap and costly trying to resemble your pathetic visage.  Always they'll get it wrong!

They’ll film television shows, record podcasts and radio plays!  Comic books, toys, candies, stickers, video games, tabletop RPGs, trinkets, baubles, merchandising!  All mediocre!  Fodder for the unending landfills of trash where you’ll retreat in daylight!   They’ll consume you as the trees they use to wipe shit from their anuses!

NEVER will they fear you!

NEVER will you have any power over anyone, because they’ll know you don’t REALLY exist!  

You’ll be nothing!  A joke, some sleazy sex symbol, another mindless distraction, a shadow of what could have been!  A trite fixation for would-be snollygosters and “creatives!”  What will it take to destroy you on Earth?  Good timing and a sharp stick!

THIS is what you choose my friends, it is already written!  Over and over again until nuance turns to tedium, and all respect is swallowed up by monied mongrels.

OR…

…I let my orcs have their way with you!  

This—most of all—is the kindest fate I offer.  And yet?  I still can’t recommend it.  And weaklings never accept such sweet joy.