There’s a moment in every great leaders rule that they hit the apex and plummet. You endured for so long hiding in the shadows and recruiting the less fortunate to suckle at your jester teat and so far, that’s worked wonders for you. The clown who would be king, manipulating the lost children to follow his doctrine, swallow the poison faygo and give into their darkest desires.
But try as you might Hatchet, the little power the Gathering gives you has never been enough. You’ve seen weaker, stupider cowards rise above you and you know you’d sell your soul to even get an ounce of the power they hold. So when that shadowy cabal asked you for a simple favor, just to take out two pesky little heroes, you didn’t even hesitate.
After all, it’s just one broken down old man and a stupid little kid right? How hard could that be?
And call it Deus Ex Captaina, or call it divine intervention, or just call it dumb luck, but I’d wager that’s the first time you truly failed. Leaving us…leaving me alive was the moment the wings of Icarus began to set fire as inside a few of your lost boys, a single flame of doubt flickered for just a moment.
But that’s all it takes for kings to fall, and Hatchet I’m going to make sure you plummet as hard as possible.
You managed to beat the Captain but twice you’ve come for my throat and missed. Twice you’ve tried to kill a single kid and watched him come back swinging. And that moment I came back swaggering into your camp, is the moment your Gathering wondered if you’re truly man enough. May not be all of them, hell may even have only been one but that’s all a stupid kid needs.
To break the Gathering in half by refusing to die.
Cause throw an entire alley of clowns at me bitch, beat me down, but you will never down the Hero of Arcadia. You can beat me but I won’t stop Higgles. I’ll keep coming and coming until you give me what I want. Until you tell the world the truth of how you’re just a punk bitch dangling on a string for someone much better then you.
Because you’re no Zeus, you’re no Tombstone, you’re not even a Drexl, you’re just another thug who thinks he’s the shit until it all hits the fan.
So come at me bro, come down the Hope of Arcadia if you can and when you fail and I get what I want, I’ll leave you to face the reality of your future.
The Great Clown Hatchet, forced to watch his little slice of control and power slip through his fingers all because of one stupid kid.
His Gathering fallen apart, left alone in the rain a broken and depressed clown who no one will mourn.
Good Joke, everybody laugh.
Raw deal deserved.
Curtains.