It was through SCREAMS that the Kapitän
measured his own enjoyment. Alas, there were
none this time ; how woeful it must be to s c r e a m
without a mouth! And so, he sat, nearly perched, and
watched them—DIE RÄTTEN—as the F. took them to their doom.
Quiet settled upon him as he watched the F. seem to w r i t h e,
a willowy figure in the desert wind—something so foreign to
most. So absorbed in his element, the fright and the fear. It
was, to say, very interesting to behold.
❝ You are curious? ❞ Quilge began. his voice accented and deep,
a sound that could nearly ring. A thin smile creased his lips, and
Quilge extended a slender finger casually to Äs Nödt. ❝ The answer
is simple!
SYSTEMATIC TERROR.
D e a t h on an assembly line.
Do you understand?
To group them, and kill them.
Or BEAT it into their heads
that their end is at hand.
And then, one by one, they shall go.
A lamb to the slaughter. ❞
curious, grotesque skull contorts on its slim neck as
THE FEAR examines its surroundings. the crackle and
pop of muscles would only be appropriate in a body
immobile for centuries, and yet it punctuates every turn,
every swivel of those infinite dark eyes. it is fascinated;
a desert abbatoir, a veritable breeding ground for that
terror of premature death. it breathes it all in, ghastly
inhale and ragged exhale, betraying some inhuman
equivalent of... excitement? it could almost DROOL.
"How efficient. Commendable, Designation J.
Do you T̛͜͞OR̶͟TU͜͠R̴E them, beforehand? Make
them feel worthless? Beat and beat and bȩa͡͡t̛
the fear of your superiority into their animal
brains, with rod and fist? I would, were I you.
Aha! Aha! It will teach them to be a͠f̵r͠a̷i̡͜͜d all the more!"
passion, one of many emotions seemingly absent from
the F.'s gruesome existence, begins to creep into the
dead air of its hollow voice at the idea of those lesser
beings, cowering, scrabbling, tears staining their cheeks
and the by-products of nervous innards staining what rags
they have for clothing. wrists and neck contort and spasm,
but it composes itself and returns to its stature as stoic
wraith. shivering breath follows, then speech.
"I am here for an inspection. Show me this C̢AM̛͡҉P
of yours in more detail, if you will."
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