|| Sixth Calamity ||

[guardiano_perduto]

[There's something different about the Lombax's posture when he appears onscreen, sitting poised with a makeshift crown over his head. And the smile that spreads across his face isn't the chipper, friendly one residents of the SOL have come to expect.

Whatever was happening now, this new, Mirrored Ratchet was taking full advantage of it.]

Greetings, peons. I trust you've all been enjoying yourselves? That's nice.

This is just your friendly neighbourhood Emperor with a little head's up - this ship, and all of its inhabitants are under my control now. You'll find the technicalities included on your respective doors-- [In the form of a hastily-handwritten letter covered in soda stains.]

--and cupcakes are provided for those who comply. For those who don't, an agonizing, firey death broadcast for the entire multi-verse to see.

Good day.

Comments

[punsofiron]

One: I dare you to try it.

Two: What labyrinth? We're in Deep 13.

[guardiano_perduto]

I can find one.

[punsofiron]

Oooh, the "Just you wait 'Enry 'Iggins" approach to tyranny. Real intimidating. I'm shaking in my little boots.

[guardiano_perduto]

Your naivety is simply adorable.

And the key to your imminent demise.

[punsofiron]

See above re: Try it, punk.

[guardiano_perduto]

Strong words from such a... common-looking beast.

[punsofiron]

[She'll be watching you, cat-boy.]