Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170820190647/@comment-26120744-20170821043931

A voice was projected from the fleet. Literally everyone would hear it.

"To all deluded fools who deny the Void's divinity," the male voice snarled, "you're heresies are at an end. The Final Ones come to free us from our suffering, to grant each and every one of us omnipotence and eternal world's to experience, and yet all you have in your hearts is blind, stupid hatred for your own saviors. We have tried the pen, and you dared to try and murder her. Now, the sword comes down upon you. Prepare yourselves for justice and vengeance unlike the world has ever seen, for you detestable traitors to your own kind, to all things just and holy, are deserving of nothing but my wrath."

This voice carried a deep, unfathomable hatred for them. All of them. Even Gamzee's rage was made humble compared to the complete and utter malice that seethed in every word spoken.

Whoever the hell that was, he was PISSED.

(OC sheet later)