characters: the grand highblood and you.
setting: the space floor
format: any is a-ok
summary: a happy highblood is...still pretty bad.
warnings: the grand highblood [ THERE'S A GOOD CHANCE HE'LL TRY TO KILL YOU THIS TIME ]
The highblood is in high spirits, despite all the things going on in the tower. He finds himself leaning against a wall, staring off into the vast depth of space as stars and galaxies continue to explode then reincarnate. It never ceases to amaze him. It reminds him of his work, where he would bring about the culling sentences for some weak-as-shit trolls to "make space" for trolls that were more useful. They would be culled to create space for new, stronger ones, and that's what the gist of his job was, really. To create order through domination and fear.
He feels good about his latest work. It was hard and sort of emotionally taxing, but in the end, the results are all that mattered.
setting: the space floor
format: any is a-ok
summary: a happy highblood is...still pretty bad.
warnings: the grand highblood [ THERE'S A GOOD CHANCE HE'LL TRY TO KILL YOU THIS TIME ]
The highblood is in high spirits, despite all the things going on in the tower. He finds himself leaning against a wall, staring off into the vast depth of space as stars and galaxies continue to explode then reincarnate. It never ceases to amaze him. It reminds him of his work, where he would bring about the culling sentences for some weak-as-shit trolls to "make space" for trolls that were more useful. They would be culled to create space for new, stronger ones, and that's what the gist of his job was, really. To create order through domination and fear.
He feels good about his latest work. It was hard and sort of emotionally taxing, but in the end, the results are all that mattered.
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