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APAB! Assigned Puppy at birth!
For when you are assigned puppy at birth! You were born puppy and you will always be puppy.
"Now remember, sonny, this isn't The Capitol. So be sure to put on your best Paladin Face." Aaron, my mentor for this... mission? puts a hand on my shoulder and starts pushing me towards the tavern.
"Uh, yeah! I get that things are probably run differently out here. I promise not to like, wince or anything. If uh... they only have... bear meat or something?" I can't for the life of my think of what a Paladin Face even looks like.
He shakes his head, "No no, I get that you're a polite boy. That's why I'm tellin' you this!" He yanks me closer, my plate armor bumping noisily against his, almost drowning out what he mumbles secretively in the vicinity of my ear. "I'm sayin' that you and I are the only real law that this place has seen in months, Mark! We're The Capitol out here, so keep your eyes peeled and say something if you see something!"
"Something?" I try to pull away a pinch from his hissing in my ear. "I thought we were here just to check on their Purelight crystal?"
"Sure, but that's just the end goal. The reason. As a representative of The Capitol though? You should always be on watch." He smacks my back, making me grateful as always that I have my armor on. "Now, Paladin Face!" He steps between me and the tavern door.
I stare at him blankly for a moment. I eventually muster a squint as well once I notice he seems to be waiting for more of... something.
"Good enough. You'll learn, sonny." He turns and lurches the door open, stomping into the tavern.
I wanna show you some weird ass cult shit tumblr just randomly started to show me. It's all from one page and I didn't even get close to seeing the halfway mark. It's just a bunch of ai generated Trump images. The "artist" I think might be midjourney, he never put down which program he used, he just keeps calling himself the "artist". The tags are also wtf worthy and some outright unrelated and a number of them have out of place songs attached to them. I'm not going to link to the guy's profile either. Take a look at this shit:
People "blaming their parents for their trauma" are fucking right and I am so fucking angry that the dismissal of that is a thing that exists.
All
Politicians
Are
Bastards
Does a queer little existence that makes my family upset