But I thought he enjoyed Puella Magi!
This is because it is a thread about love made by KH-Vids members.
Now today when I visited the Spam Zone and decided to click on a thread I did not expect visual crack cocaine being injected into my eyes right here.
Aha, I get it! This thread is a veiled metaphor for all of the US political rights' conflicts that have been happening recently. 10/10
I offer someone to correct the potentially half-sided view of this Canadian because this all happened while I was away, but I believe Texas was very close to passing an anti-abortion bill, and it was beaten in the last second by a Democrat filibuster where the aforementioned Wendy Davis had to stand up for about eleven hours straight saying a speech, without being able to rest or sit down, just to defend abortion.
As you can see, when you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you.
Well excuse me, I am not letting Game Freak reclass my type to that.
Anti Sora has 999 posts but a Spam Zone post ain't one.
Torvald dutifully entered the room Lucas laid out for him without another sound and closed the door behind him. That Lucas was a tricky one. Enjoyable company, but definitely slippery. If he were not an enemy of justice, he would make a wonderful equal in Torvald's glorious worldwide revolution. But alas, all was for naught at this very moment. At the least, they would have things to discuss -- and continue over breakfast. So in light of this, Torvald quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pants, slipping into bed in his boxers. He took out the letter opener and stuck it in a pillow case for safe keeping, in case things were to happen by the ghastly man in the middle of the night. Without another breath, Torvald closed his eyes and quickly dozed off to sleep.
<< IGNITE REVOLUTION >> Torvald had refused the food all that while ago, but it was at this point that he felt less fiery and more suspicious. On edge, even. The afternoon had passed and the two men sat talking in the library, and to Torvald's utter lack of surprise, the working class dog of the bourgeois knew his way around subtlety fairly well. Not once did he budge in his position of feigned innocence, even though it was clear enough to both of them that Lucas was involved in the murder. A white elephant in the room, that Torvald was careful to step and fight towards with utmost lack of calumny. A point that was truth enough to both of them. But it served to show that this had simply become a little game of testing Torvald's revolution. He glanced around the darkening room momentarily, before catching Lucas' sharp panther-like gaze again. << Working class peon. It is late, and you and I have gone back-and-forth enough over the utter ridiculousness, by the millions of proletarian souls as numerous as the stars in space, that you wish to deny my revolution of justice. Allow me to deny you courtesy in the wake. I am tired, but not once do I wish to take my eyes off from your cold face, so I request we take this to the morning before our sleep deprivation catches either of us off guard. >> In the ruined, messy room, Torvald calmly tapped his fingers on his lap, tilted his head to the side in a gesture of subtle provocation. The music had stopped long ago, but neither of them noticed. << CEASE REVOLUTION >>
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Stay on the low down, Plums. The admins may cut off our pension in anger.
<< IGNITE REVOLUTION >> Torvald followed the gaze of his prey as he cunningly closed his book and walked outside without a care in the world. Who was this man, in truth? A bastard son of the darkest wretches of society's inequalities? His very existence was slowly making Torvald's blood boil, but he came here for a reason, and he refused to leave without getting answers to the truth of the revolution this man planned to ignite.As he watched Lucas strut calmly out of the library, he took one of the letter openers upon some of the books off at the side and hid it in his back pants pocket, before following the man out of the library. If he was the tiger, the working wretch moved with the cunning secrecy of a black panther. Outside, the sun was cold, and the wind was rough. Torvald's open collar blustered in the breeze, and his locks of blonde hair flew about carelessly. He set his gaze straight into Lucas' frozen, unfeeling eyes; the eyes of--Of-- well-- ah.That was it. Torvald narrowed his eyes.How many times had he seen that look before. The look of men who had no regrets to their actions. How very much he hated the subhuman scum. How bloody rotten pieces of human-flesh these people were, having to go off in the hellish desert and--Ah.Torvald caught himself, straightening. The wind blew gently, but eerily so. Much of the outside was well-cut grass, dotted by a few garden meadows here and there. The purples, blues, and yellows of the flowers bled sunlight, and all stood at attention towards the sun itself like the greatest soldiers in a revolution. Torvald could not ask for better weather, because he knew well enough how to deal with people like him.So for this very instance, he decided to change his own mask. With a calm voice, almost a whisper on the wind itself, he replied to Lucas.<< I wish to ignite the revolution. >><< CEASE REVOLUTION >> Torvald cleared his throat.His face suddenly seemed less tense, and the edge of his mouth twitched ever so slightly. "So you concede that it was you who killed them so easily, dog of the Bennetts? Now, now--" His voice was cold and hardened, and bore almost no trace of his passionate speeches. Torvald stuck his hands in his pockets and kicked away a few strands of grass. The wind continued to whip around the two men, who still stood a good distance apart. "I expected more of a challenge from someone who seemed to disregard human life so-- so disgustingly." That last word, it was tinged with the taste of bitter melancholy. Torvald briefly looked at a patch of daisies, before turning back to face Lucas."I've seen that light in your eyes before. I've seen your books, peon. Whenever I talked through my speeches of revolution, whenever, whenever. Care to know what my revolution is about? It is a revolution, oh-- it is a revolution of justice."
