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London needs a mute button
Oct. 4th, 2012 12:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
capslockbomber[Good day, London! While walking through the city, you might see a group of people spread out across the street, clearly trying to get your, and everyone else's, attention. Say hello to your friendly neighborhood cultists. Among their raised voices-- and among the ones breaking off from the group to speak to passersby-- one voice rings louder than the rest.]
Hear me, hear me! Can you not see what is happening around you?
A plague has descended upon us, robbing the lives of our loved ones, and threatening the rest of us. Your children, your friends, your neighbors, and even yourselves... Can any of us save ourselves from this plague, the latest in a list of evils to have befallen us?
Dagon has fallen and his followers with him, all snuffed out as if they were nothing! Hydra has turned against us, stealing the lives the plague does not! How much longer must we suffer? How much more can we possibly take, before we can stand no more?
Hear me, people of London! All hope is not yet lost. We, of the Ma'nekelarh, bring you the light of salvation! Your loved ones suffering from this disease, or any other illness, can yet be saved, for with us we have the power of healing. Your illnesses, your injuries, anything you could possibly imagine...
None can stand against these miracles.
[And, enough of a distance away from the hammy cultists, are two seemingly unrelated idiots. One shorter, Asian, smoking with gloved hands - at least until it's dropped from the force of a tall Greek asshole plastering for warmth.]
Zeeeph, it's too cooold. Zeeeph~! Why do we have to stand here while the cultists work? Zeph! This cult has a dumb name anyway!!
[And the whining guy is immediately shoved away by a gloved hand. By the face. The look of annoyance says volumes about self-restraint.] Stop complaining! We're here for divine intervention. Have some decency.
( [And then idiots happened.] )
Hear me, hear me! Can you not see what is happening around you?
A plague has descended upon us, robbing the lives of our loved ones, and threatening the rest of us. Your children, your friends, your neighbors, and even yourselves... Can any of us save ourselves from this plague, the latest in a list of evils to have befallen us?
Dagon has fallen and his followers with him, all snuffed out as if they were nothing! Hydra has turned against us, stealing the lives the plague does not! How much longer must we suffer? How much more can we possibly take, before we can stand no more?
Hear me, people of London! All hope is not yet lost. We, of the Ma'nekelarh, bring you the light of salvation! Your loved ones suffering from this disease, or any other illness, can yet be saved, for with us we have the power of healing. Your illnesses, your injuries, anything you could possibly imagine...
None can stand against these miracles.
[And, enough of a distance away from the hammy cultists, are two seemingly unrelated idiots. One shorter, Asian, smoking with gloved hands - at least until it's dropped from the force of a tall Greek asshole plastering for warmth.]
Zeeeph, it's too cooold. Zeeeph~! Why do we have to stand here while the cultists work? Zeph! This cult has a dumb name anyway!!
[And the whining guy is immediately shoved away by a gloved hand. By the face. The look of annoyance says volumes about self-restraint.] Stop complaining! We're here for divine intervention. Have some decency.
( [And then idiots happened.] )
