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[soranatus]

Mister Miracle: Scott, Barda, & Oberon ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ With art by Mike Norton

[avatarofwar]

You are just Jessica Cruz now. A very mortal human making empty threats to the face of god.

[in-agalaxyfaraway]

Hello, he lied like velvet this magician’s sleight of tongue and hand. Hello, he lied. Beware, belie his smile as warm and calculated as heroin. Beware the Contrarian.

[integrahellsings]

                       We are the distributors. The platform and the delivery mechanism.                                             We control the story. We control the flow. 

[aristosacchaion]

“You feel you’ve been treated unfairly?”

“I feel misrepresented in the media.”

[verawellbond]

You were black and white.

[soranatus]

Scott Free ★ᯓ With art by Mike Norton

[aristosacchaion]

You only matter in matters of war. And there’s not going to be a war. We have guns. We have the firepower. You have the swords and knives and hammers and stone axes. You are the passenger pigeons and thylacines. Nobody cares about you. It's either going to be a bloodbath or we'll wait you out and get the whole thing without a fuss.

[aristosacchaion]

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[aristosacchaion]

New Gods: Media, personification of television/entertainment.

“Lucy Ricardo. I'm all sorts, Shadow. The screen is the altar. I'm the one they sacrifice to. Then till now. Golden Age to Golden Age. They sit side by side, ignore each other, and give it up to me. Now they hold a smaller screen on their lap or in the palm of their hand so they don't get bored watching the big one. Time and attention: better than lamb's blood.” 

[aristosacchaion]

New Gods: Technical Boy, personification of the Internet.

“We are the future. We don’t give a fuck about Wednesday or anyone else like him anymore. They are consigned to dumpster. We have reprogrammed reality. Language is a virus, religion an operating system, and prayers are just so much fucking spam. ” 

[aristosacchaion]

What a panic. Powerful panic.

[aristosacchaion]

I’m all sorts, Shadow. The screen is the altar. I’m the one they sacrifice to. Then till now. Golden Age to Golden Age. They sit side by side, ignore each other, and give it up to me. Now they hold a smaller screen on their lap or in the palm of their hand so they don’t get bored watching the big one.

[aristosacchaion]