"My father may despise you, but you are beloved by many of my new patrons. Perhaps you and I can settle an agreement. Your safety for a few bits of your vast knowledge, hmm?"
"Brutus, one of three lords over the island, using the power of the new crown his father forged in order to create a blissful paradise for his people, but the pathogens of his body run rampant, and if they ever get released... Urgh, it's painful just to imagine."
Holy shit another post in the span of a few days? Unheard of, but may be happening more often now since I'm out of artblock... Still out of computer though.
Waiter, Waiter! More computer please!









