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Tell me, Reverend. When you look out at that crowd, what do you see? You see sinners. You see the lost, the damned, the desperate. You see souls in need of cleansing. When I look out, I see an audience. … Read More

Ah, Captain Arcadia. The great shining hero. The saviour in spandex. The paragon of virtue wrapped in red, white, and lies. They call you a beacon. They chant your name as though it carries weight. They salute you as though … Read More

Secrecy. That’s your game, isn’t it, Nero? Whispering in the shadows, bending the wires, pulling the strings no one’s meant to see. You slip through firewalls and hide in static, convincing yourself your rebellion is changing the world. But secrecy … Read More

Fear is a liar. It tells you that pain is permanent, that loss defines you, that the flames that touch your life are meant to burn you forever. Fear whispers that it’s easier to push people away than to let … Read More

Harold… you’ve been skulking around like the bogeyman no one dares name. Not gone, not forgotten – just waiting. Waiting for the right moment to crawl back into the light and pretend you still matter. But I’m not talking to … Read More

Gemini. Such a beautiful name for a broken soul. You carry a history that weighs heavier than most could ever imagine. The daughter of Calypso – your past is etched in shadows, in silence, in echoes of pain and betrayal. … Read More

They’ll say this match is an opportunity. A golden ladder rising up from the dirt, six lives clawing for a briefcase that promises everything. Power. Prestige. A title match at the time of your choosing. The keys to the kingdom, … Read More

You don’t leave the tent, boys. Not really. You can wipe off the greasepaint, torch the banners, even leave through the front door hoping no one saw you go. But the circus? The circus stays in you. The echo of … Read More

You ever watch a man take pleasure in something ugly? Not tolerate it. Not wince through it. I mean savour it. Let it melt on the tongue like sin disguised as sweetness. That’s you, Anton. Every twitch of pain, every … Read More

Good morning, Arcadia. Isn’t it just a beautiful day? The sky, that sickly yellow hue, trying its best to mimic something softer. The air sour with the smell of steel and spilled oil from the poor levels. And yet the … Read More