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ORDER. KOREAN. DUTIFUL. HARBINGER.

Eviction Notice

Radio Bob Approved
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It has come to my attention throughout my service that people are fickle, their methods half-measured. Weak. Most are unable to adapt to a new world, either falling into servitude or fruitlessly tossing their toys about in protest. I find that I am unable to respect those who do not show strength in the face of adversity, even if that adversity happens to be me and my ideals. They shall learn what it means to be empty with hopelessness soon enough and, through these trials, a new-found fury will be ignited within them. This is what the flock deserves- I shall be the shepherd that guides them.

Hell hath no fury for those who survive the storm to come- in my dreams I see it, in the air I breath it. To live is to witness the beginning of the end- to know the truth is to believe in Armageddon. We serve so we may feast, we serve so we may survive, we serve because the alternative is destruction. The universe carries with it a routine and that routine is bathed in blood for the power of one until another comes to take its rightful throne- repeating infinitely within the cosmos of matter. I have already seen it, to wallow in the pits of denial is quagmire. Embrace the end early- for if you bare the curse of time, you will be witness to ultimate tragedy.
Secrets trusted to me. Foolishness clouded in a mask of confidence. An endless hunger to hunt is prevalent within my soul and I cannot satiate it. Do they see this in me? Will the powers-above accept me for what I am when no one else shalt: one who hath all the time to give knowing that the time is limited. I'm coming for you, prepare.
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I see it and it sees me. I'm marked as assumed- the signs are written in the skies to be seen by those who are willing to stare back into the abyss. The screams of the damned and the doomed echoed through the streets as the block burned- the stench of that vile-thing lingers on the air. It's a message. A message that tragedy is always just around the corner; fate is a forever-turning wheel that cannot be avoided. Nothing ever happens until it does- then nothing again, and again, and again. R O T A T I O N.
 

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