→ 05 Feb 12 at 7 am
Your name is LOGAN.
You are a SEA DWELLER of the most noble blood, which is one of the many reasons you are RULER OF ALBION. You were once a gracious king. A gracious king who cut taxes, but then spent much of your time entirely ignoring your kingdom and travelling to other lands. Suffice to say, you gave few fucks for your people back then. But now you do. You give all of the fucks.
You have a variety of interests. Well, you actually don’t. You used to, but now you really just have SAVING YOUR UNGRATEFUL KINGDOM FROM THE ENCROACHING DARKNESS THAT WILL KILL THEM ALL. You tried to be nice, but you weren’t making nearly enough GOLD. Then you tried being mean, and your subjects began to hate you. You decided to try and open the royal ask box to create the illusion of sympathy for your subjects, which promptly backfired.
In a move of legendarily bad foresight, you have decided to ask your pal REAVER for help with the matter; you know he’s always eager to help. But by ‘pal’, you mean ‘barely tolerated, nooksniffing accomplice who you are entirely certain was ashen with your ancestor’. And by ‘to help’, you mean ‘tell you about last night’s orgy and invite you to the next one’.
Sometimes you just want to tackle him to the floor. Times like this in particular.
What will you do?
((Sprited from Karkat & Tavros sprites))
