Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170824022504/@comment-27661770-20170825201923

most of my heroes were resisting.

But a rare few, for example the conflicted White Face, were starting to crack.

.EXE cleared his throat.

"Have you wondered why we have failed for eight years, consistently and without regard to the power gap? For years I had thought it to be my own incompetence. I let this pain brood in me, striving myself to show less and less mercy. But as of recently, I believe I understand the answer."

He turned to the Maiden.

"We fail not by our own hands... but by the hand of an interloper. Something which directs the portals that the collapse of creation has spawned. Something which seeks to guide our enemies on their path, and hinder our own. ...would you not agree that this interloper can interfere no longer? They must fashion themselves like Hussie, interfering with eveyrone's life as if by pen to paper, or keyboard to document. If they see themselves as Hussie..."

And here it came.

"Then don't you suppose one of us will need to be their English?"