|| 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

[guardiano_perduto]

Apparently not. You look like a cave-dweller.

[sunshineandcookies]

Hey, these are hand-stitched!

[guardiano_perduto]

As my point stands - too poor to even afford a tailor.

[sunshineandcookies]

Don't make me get the plaid, little man.

[guardiano_perduto]

Oh no! She's going to strange me with fashion!

[sunshineandcookies]

He is going to show you what happens when you mess with an incubus with a few hundred years of sewing experience.

that was actually mun error but it works

[guardiano_perduto]

I'm positively petrified.

Look, if you don't have anything interesting to contribute, then off with you! I have a very busy schedule.

|D yes, Abel is male. And a cross-dresser. Just ffr XD

[sunshineandcookies]

Your pretty froo-froo dress shall be ready soon, my liege.

[Said with every ounce of sarcasm you could expect.]