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... anner of gloom
We lowest of the low
Rise, rise all ye villains
You rogues and madmen
Proudly claim the stage,
Of this wondrous age
We are not kind or just
Deserving of any victory
We are a thing of dust
Promised only misery
So smile, Tyrants,
And let us be wicked”
– Final monologue of “The Many Deaths of Traitorous”, a play on the reign of the Dread Emperor Traitorous
In the depths of ...
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