Written;

[madeofswords]

[Though it's written, Archer's words look as if they're coming straight off of a type-writer. He isn't technically writing so much as emblazoning words onto the page with his projection. It's a fair attempt on his part to remain anonymous as well as only writing this when he's deep in Muertos' woods.]

Has your baptism into this world of violence gone well?

If you know what's good for you and for everyone else in the world, drop those shards in the sea or bury them in the Earth. Trap them under rock or lock them away where you'll never reach them again.

The risk of having a psychopath with world domination on their mind getting their hands on a wish machine like that isn't worth the risk. Your lives aren't worth it--not one of them. Consider this as a serious request: save the world by sacrificing yourselves.

Comments

Re: written;

[feetarestrange]

If it's between the surface world and saving the lives of my people...

I know what I would pick.

written;

[madeofswords]

Very well. I can't argue with that conviction, though I admit I had no intention to.

[feetarestrange]

You're pretty weird, you know that?

[madeofswords]

That's the kindest thing I've been called so far.

[feetarestrange]

Can't say I'm surprised, especially with the kind of stuff you're writing about.

Are you always like that?