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📞Tell me📞, for whom do you fight? 🤔
How very glib, 😑🙄
and do you 🙏believe🙏 in Eorzea? 😏
Eorzeas’ unity is ⚒forged⚒ on 🤦♂️falsehoods🚫. Its city-states are 👷♂️built👷♀️ on deceit🤞, and its faith💒 is an 🎷instrument🥁 of 😈deception. It is naught🎗➰🐺 but a cobweb of lies🕷🕸🙄 - to believe in Eorzea is to believe in 🙅♂️🙅♀️nothing☠. In Eorzea, the 🦉🐦beast🐟🐍 tribes often summon Gods 🙏🙏🙏 to fight⚔🔫 in their stead.
Though your ☭comrades☭ only rarely respond in kind
- which is ❓strange❓, is it not➰? Are the twelve🖐🖐✌ otherwise "engaged"? 💍👰👰 I was given to understand they were your 👼protectors🛡. If you truly believe them your 👌guardians🙏, why do you not 🎼🔁repeat the trick🎃 that served you so well at Carteneau, and call them down? 😏☎️🔇 They will 📞😇answer📞😇, so long as you lavish them with crystals 💎💎💎 and gorge them on aether 💦💦😳🤤. Your Gods are no different from those of the 🐜🐺beasts🐢🍃 - eikons, every one 🤡🤪. Accept but this, and you will see how Eorzeas 🙏faith🤭 is bleeding the land 🍂dry🔥. Nor is this unknown to your 🤴👸masters🤣, which prompts the ❓question❓ - why do they cling to these ❌false🤥 deities? What 🚗drives🚕 even men of 📚learning
- even the great Louisoix 🎓🎓🎓
to grovel😩 at their feet👣👃😳? The answer? Your masters lack the 💪strength💪 to do otherwise! 🤣👌 For the world of 👤man to mean anything, man must own the world. 👉🌍👈To this end🔚, he hath 🤛fought🤜 ever to raise himself through 🤬conflict😤, to grow rich💰💰💰 through conquest🛡⚔😡. And when the dust of battle settles, it is ever the strong💪😡 who dict🍆ate the fate of the weak😰👋. Knowing this, but a single😘 path is open to the 😖🍆impotent😞🍆 ruler - that of false worship🙏👑🙏. A path which leads to enervation and death 🤡😰⚰. Only a 💪man of power👌 can rightly steer🚘🚦 the course⛳ of 🌆civilization🌁. And in this land of
cReEpInG mEnDaCiTy,
that one truth will prove its 👼salvation😇. Cum Come💦, champion of Eorzea, face me! Your defeat shall serve as proof of my readiness to 👑rule👑! It is only right➡️ that I should take your realm, for none among you has the power to stop me! 😎😎😎🤣🏳
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What was going through my mind the whole Spirit's Eve event:
(slammed this out quick, forgive the low quality colours!)
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I hope y’all get what you want! (me and my 150 gems against the world..) good luck
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"you know other men?"
i haven't post it here yet, and yes i love this stupid jelly bunny 🐰
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Because of this post, I can imagine Sylus pausing whatever torture he’s giving to take a call from his lovebug.
“What’s up, sweetheart?” he asks affectionately. His tone completely contrasts what he’s currently doing, holding a pocket knife to some bound thug’s junk.
He’d caught him sniffing around his territory, and Sylus immediately wanted to know who employed him. But, of course, he wouldn’t talk without a bit of encouragement.
Conversely, you’re on the other end of said call, filling him in on the happenings of your day, completely oblivious to what your boyfriend’s up to.
“Oh?” Sylus voices with a raised brow when you start spilling the tea on your coworker’s affairs. “She said that?”
Meanwhile, the thug, with his mouth covered in tape, rolls his eyes, thinking this is worse torment than taking a knife to the dick.
He pipes up when Sylus flashes him a look for daring to interrupt his phone call with his precious little star.
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