Its gone missing. Completely disappeared.
Hello. Devil here. The Lord Devil Siera, I guess. Or just Siera. Details.
We've lost the fire cult. Nat neglected to mention that last part. Their cult use to make up a fourth of the Free Market's internal infrastructure between their training grounds, cages, dorms, offices, and shrines.
But immediately after the Fire's post that entire wing, the south wing, disappeared. It looks like someone literally ripped the building in two there and took the other half. The hallway just stops and is lined with ash and char marks. Beyond that line of char is just infinite blackness. An open void like vacuum. If this was real space and not a loop, such a vacuum would have caused the rest of the compound to decompress and implode.
Thank god for fucked up bullshit right?
We uh... we have no idea what might happen to someone who fell out into that vacuum. I've heard Fracture theorize that people who fall into the blank space of a loop are either lost there forever or eventually fall into another dimension, like the Path of Black Leaves or into the Quiet.
We uh... have put up a tarp... problem solved.
We've received a small flux in fire cultists that have decided to abandon the cult in response to the Fire's new direction for them. Nat, however, doesn't trust them. So they aren't allowed in the loop. So I'm adopting them into my ground operations. Fire cult trained personal are too valuable to pass up at any risk.
They, like all other non-mask proxies are experiencing under my care, will be enrolled into the sentinel program and be assigned runners to protect.
This influx is no where near as big as the influx of Masks we lost when she left. Roughly a third of all of Nat's Masks have abandoned their posts and forsaken their vows to sign up with the Fire cult and join the offensive to oust Sloth from power with every intent to see him murdered in the process.
One of which was actually one of Sloth's body guards and ran at him with a knife and tried to push him into the Path of Black Leaves where his death would have been very permanent. He was fortunate that his other body guard, another mask named mumbles, stayed loyal and put the first one down.
In honor of Mumbles great deeds, Sloth has promoted mumbles to be on par with both myself and Nat in rank in what he only described to be 'reasons'.
So this post stands in dedication to our new CEO Lord!
All hail Lord Inferno Mumbles, who presumably was named in an effort to undermine the Fire's title.
Lord Inferno, of course, as no current responsibilities as the wing of the Free Market he would be reining over right now is currently missing. As best that I can tell, he is still just a body guard.
Hurray for fake promotions!
The Lord Devil Siera out!
Friday, January 2, 2015
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Bring It On, Bitch
You've probably all seen this by now. A load of crap, is all it is. The most sanctimonious of bullshit I've ever had the misfortune of having to read. It's not even worth spending the time to summarize and address you all about my opinion. Instead, I just want to address the bitch.
You know what? You want to be independant? Fine. You're an arrogant cunt and I'm glad to see the back of you. But you're way out of line. WAY THE FUCK OUT OF LINE, BITCH. Obviously, Sloth is kind of a fuckwit. Duh. He's a man. They can't help it, the poor idiots. And if you don't like his leadership, that's one less thing for us to have to manage, one more thing Fracture has to keep doing whether he likes it or not, which is all to the good. But deciding Sloth deserves to fucking die over some relatively minor fuckups is just nuts. Jack trying to kill him I get. I don't like it, but I get it. Not that I won't fucking kill him if he tries it again, but I get it. But you... it's like you just had a grudge that you've been trying really hard to find an excuse for.
Seriously, bitch, aren't you supposed to be emotionless or something? This is not emotionless. This is petty anger. You've just declared war, as far as I can tell. Last chance to take it back. The Fire Cult has been wiped out once. Don't you think declaring war on the Free Market is a good way to do it again?
You know what? You want to be independant? Fine. You're an arrogant cunt and I'm glad to see the back of you. But you're way out of line. WAY THE FUCK OUT OF LINE, BITCH. Obviously, Sloth is kind of a fuckwit. Duh. He's a man. They can't help it, the poor idiots. And if you don't like his leadership, that's one less thing for us to have to manage, one more thing Fracture has to keep doing whether he likes it or not, which is all to the good. But deciding Sloth deserves to fucking die over some relatively minor fuckups is just nuts. Jack trying to kill him I get. I don't like it, but I get it. Not that I won't fucking kill him if he tries it again, but I get it. But you... it's like you just had a grudge that you've been trying really hard to find an excuse for.
Seriously, bitch, aren't you supposed to be emotionless or something? This is not emotionless. This is petty anger. You've just declared war, as far as I can tell. Last chance to take it back. The Fire Cult has been wiped out once. Don't you think declaring war on the Free Market is a good way to do it again?
Monday, December 15, 2014
No More
This is an official declaration of sovereignty. I, and the rest of the Fire Cult, have suffered for far to long under the doomed leadership of the incompetent Lord Betrayer, the lazy piece of shit, Sloth. I would link examples of his short comings but it's every post on this blog since he took over.
He immediately singled out his body guard, the poor angry bitch that took over his old job, Nat by keeping her out of the loop and going over her head on matters with out so much as a mention or any degree of consulting. During this period of disarray he used Nat's refusal to work with him to convince Fracture to come back and take over things while he was fixing what he broke. But he didn't fix what he broke.
With Fracture busy doing both Sloth's and Nat's job, Sloth ran off and branded Fracture's soon to be newest recruit for no other reason than to piss Fracture off screwing over's Fracture's ward in the processes by using him as a patsy and making him an accomplice for no other reason that to get him in trouble and further infuriate Fracture.
I'm sure it surprises no one that Fracture abandoned us again under the weight of all this senseless harassment. But it didn't end there. Jack, Fracture's ward, came back for revenge and near fatally injured Sloth. In my eyes, and in most peoples eyes, I think its fair to say Sloth got off pretty easy. He deserved nothing short of death at this point and he damn well knows it. So what did he have his dog Nat post in response to his failed assassination attempt? Threats, challenging Jack to try it again.
And what did he immediately do when he got better? He threw a stupid fucking party for Moth's shameful abandonment of his oath. Maggot certainly had the right idea last night. One does not simply get to abandon their vows and Moth certainly got off easy... far easier than Sloth will be getting off. I'm going kill him.
He has no honor. He has no remorse, He attacks those hes supposed to be working with and acts like a victim when her gets what he deserves for it. I will not be his bitch like Nat, so willing to forgive and take orders.
I can see that Fracture didn't give Sloth this position out of mutual respect. He did it because its hard work. Because its dangerous work. Because it will eat him alive. And by god, I will see Fracture's will done.
I declare us, the Fire Cult, the our own active body in the Free Market answering only to Fracture and Father himself. And further more, I decree Sloth to be unworthy of his title of head CEO of the Free Market. He will be stripped of his undeserved title and burned until only bones remain so that I may replace him.
Brace yourself Betrayer. The Fire is coming.
He immediately singled out his body guard, the poor angry bitch that took over his old job, Nat by keeping her out of the loop and going over her head on matters with out so much as a mention or any degree of consulting. During this period of disarray he used Nat's refusal to work with him to convince Fracture to come back and take over things while he was fixing what he broke. But he didn't fix what he broke.
With Fracture busy doing both Sloth's and Nat's job, Sloth ran off and branded Fracture's soon to be newest recruit for no other reason than to piss Fracture off screwing over's Fracture's ward in the processes by using him as a patsy and making him an accomplice for no other reason that to get him in trouble and further infuriate Fracture.
I'm sure it surprises no one that Fracture abandoned us again under the weight of all this senseless harassment. But it didn't end there. Jack, Fracture's ward, came back for revenge and near fatally injured Sloth. In my eyes, and in most peoples eyes, I think its fair to say Sloth got off pretty easy. He deserved nothing short of death at this point and he damn well knows it. So what did he have his dog Nat post in response to his failed assassination attempt? Threats, challenging Jack to try it again.
And what did he immediately do when he got better? He threw a stupid fucking party for Moth's shameful abandonment of his oath. Maggot certainly had the right idea last night. One does not simply get to abandon their vows and Moth certainly got off easy... far easier than Sloth will be getting off. I'm going kill him.
He has no honor. He has no remorse, He attacks those hes supposed to be working with and acts like a victim when her gets what he deserves for it. I will not be his bitch like Nat, so willing to forgive and take orders.
I can see that Fracture didn't give Sloth this position out of mutual respect. He did it because its hard work. Because its dangerous work. Because it will eat him alive. And by god, I will see Fracture's will done.
I declare us, the Fire Cult, the our own active body in the Free Market answering only to Fracture and Father himself. And further more, I decree Sloth to be unworthy of his title of head CEO of the Free Market. He will be stripped of his undeserved title and burned until only bones remain so that I may replace him.
Brace yourself Betrayer. The Fire is coming.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Not Fucking Today
So, fuck you, Fuckface, and fuck you Jack. Your attempt was unsuccessful. Sloth is alive, and he's going to be fine. He is guarded, and if you try something again you will not come away unscathed.
For those of you who aren't the culprit and therefore don't already fucking know, Jack seems to be unhappy about recent events. He decided the appropriate way to express this unhappiness was to fucking attempt to assassinate Sloth. Presumably he thought that since the two of us had recently had a rather public fight and no one else seems to give a fuck, he would be an easy target.
He thought fucking wrong. I had some of my Masks guarding the fucker constantly. Not to mention I myself had started guarding him again as well, because despite what some of you might think I'm not a totally unreasonable cunt and we sorted things out. The boss is the boss, after all.
So, he is fucking guarded, and he is fine, and you are going to fucking pay for this.
For those of you who aren't the culprit and therefore don't already fucking know, Jack seems to be unhappy about recent events. He decided the appropriate way to express this unhappiness was to fucking attempt to assassinate Sloth. Presumably he thought that since the two of us had recently had a rather public fight and no one else seems to give a fuck, he would be an easy target.
He thought fucking wrong. I had some of my Masks guarding the fucker constantly. Not to mention I myself had started guarding him again as well, because despite what some of you might think I'm not a totally unreasonable cunt and we sorted things out. The boss is the boss, after all.
So, he is fucking guarded, and he is fine, and you are going to fucking pay for this.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Sorry Fracture
It's nothing personal. Really. By now I would think you of all people can appreciate why this keeps happening. And really, would you expect anything else from someone with my title?
Not as if you haven't done worse to some people... I'm sure you're huffing and making a big scene on that side of the monitor but remember, that just makes you a hypocrite.
...
"What the fuck do you people want?!" he yelled in exhausted frustration. We'd spent the better half of the last three days following him. Chasing him at times. And we'd finally managed to corner him. He was a scrappy fucker, this Cerberus.
A disgraced timber-wolf Fracture and the Free Market had used and thrown to the wolves. Funny how those who abandon you always come back to see if you're still alive after a while...
"Isn't this the guy Fracture wanted?" asked Jack looking concerned and confused. So well informed. Fracture never use to tell him anything when he had me following him around during my 'baby' days. I hadn't anticipated this. It was easy enough to lie my way out of though.
"Why do you think we're here? Where gonna do something nice for good ol' Fracture. A thank you for everything he does for us."
"Oh. That makes sense~.... I guess."
"Of course it does, or I wouldn't have said it."
Cerberus hissed at the name drop.
"Fracture!"
"That's right boy-o, Fracture."
"Proxies," he said hissing again. I would have thought the masks would have given that away but whatever. Timberwolves always were overly dramatic douchebags.
"Right... this conversation is getting stupid a little faster than I care to go so-"
"Ha! Because you're Sloth!"
"..."
"And you're slow..."
"..."
"I get it."
"Wow. We and we're already there it seems."
"Hey," Jack huffed angrily. I wasn't about to stop to let him open his stupid mouth again this time.
"So I'm just gonna cut to the chase. You're gonna join us."
Cerberus scoffed. "Like hell. I'd sooner die."
"Well... I've done all I can do."
"...Really?"
"Yep. Guess we should go."
"... Just gonna... let me go?"
And I stabbed him in the gut. "Yep. With the standard gift basket of course."
I heard a pop and a snap behind us and half turned. Cerberus took that window to kick the knife out of my hand and made a grab for it. Jack and one of my Mask's grabbed him and held him down. He started struggling and yelling for help.
"Relax. We're not gonna kill you," I said as my other Mask arrived with freshly broken and super heated pieces of mask. "We're just gonna make sure no one else will have you till you change your mind."
And with that I took my leave of the grisly scene that was to follow. Jack assured me my will was done. Cerberus was permanently branded with pieces of broken mask across his face in a tasteful manner, not too unlike our poor darling PaKaSo.
No runner, cultist, or proxy should want anything to do with him looking like that. To most it looks very proxy like. To us, its the sign of a turncoat. Or it is now. The meaning of that has changed a few times... it meant something completely different when PaKaSo did it... god shes got it rough.
Cerberus passed out from the pain. Hes kind of a bitch... not that I can boast that I wouldn't have done the same if I'm being perfectly frank.
...
Poor Cerberus. After what Fracture's goons did to him, I doubt he'll ever work with us now. Such a pity.
Sorry Fracture. Looks like I fucked up your newest project and it's face... again.
I keep doing that. So careless of me.
The Lord Betrayer Sloth, out.
Not as if you haven't done worse to some people... I'm sure you're huffing and making a big scene on that side of the monitor but remember, that just makes you a hypocrite.
...
"What the fuck do you people want?!" he yelled in exhausted frustration. We'd spent the better half of the last three days following him. Chasing him at times. And we'd finally managed to corner him. He was a scrappy fucker, this Cerberus.
A disgraced timber-wolf Fracture and the Free Market had used and thrown to the wolves. Funny how those who abandon you always come back to see if you're still alive after a while...
"Isn't this the guy Fracture wanted?" asked Jack looking concerned and confused. So well informed. Fracture never use to tell him anything when he had me following him around during my 'baby' days. I hadn't anticipated this. It was easy enough to lie my way out of though.
"Why do you think we're here? Where gonna do something nice for good ol' Fracture. A thank you for everything he does for us."
"Oh. That makes sense~.... I guess."
"Of course it does, or I wouldn't have said it."
Cerberus hissed at the name drop.
"Fracture!"
"That's right boy-o, Fracture."
"Proxies," he said hissing again. I would have thought the masks would have given that away but whatever. Timberwolves always were overly dramatic douchebags.
"Right... this conversation is getting stupid a little faster than I care to go so-"
"Ha! Because you're Sloth!"
"..."
"And you're slow..."
"..."
"I get it."
"Wow. We and we're already there it seems."
"Hey," Jack huffed angrily. I wasn't about to stop to let him open his stupid mouth again this time.
"So I'm just gonna cut to the chase. You're gonna join us."
Cerberus scoffed. "Like hell. I'd sooner die."
"Well... I've done all I can do."
"...Really?"
"Yep. Guess we should go."
"... Just gonna... let me go?"
And I stabbed him in the gut. "Yep. With the standard gift basket of course."
I heard a pop and a snap behind us and half turned. Cerberus took that window to kick the knife out of my hand and made a grab for it. Jack and one of my Mask's grabbed him and held him down. He started struggling and yelling for help.
"Relax. We're not gonna kill you," I said as my other Mask arrived with freshly broken and super heated pieces of mask. "We're just gonna make sure no one else will have you till you change your mind."
And with that I took my leave of the grisly scene that was to follow. Jack assured me my will was done. Cerberus was permanently branded with pieces of broken mask across his face in a tasteful manner, not too unlike our poor darling PaKaSo.
No runner, cultist, or proxy should want anything to do with him looking like that. To most it looks very proxy like. To us, its the sign of a turncoat. Or it is now. The meaning of that has changed a few times... it meant something completely different when PaKaSo did it... god shes got it rough.
Cerberus passed out from the pain. Hes kind of a bitch... not that I can boast that I wouldn't have done the same if I'm being perfectly frank.
...
Poor Cerberus. After what Fracture's goons did to him, I doubt he'll ever work with us now. Such a pity.
Sorry Fracture. Looks like I fucked up your newest project and it's face... again.
I keep doing that. So careless of me.
The Lord Betrayer Sloth, out.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Going Behind my Fucking Back
What's the point of putting me in charge of a thing if you're just going to go the fuck behind my back anyway? Ugh. Moth was a fucking Mask, that's my damn jurisdiction and you know it! I'm not sure I buy this whole sacrifice thing at all, but I especially don't appreciate not even being fucking informed until I read it on the BLOG. What the everloving fuck, you bastards?
And Fracture, keep the hell out of our business. You retired, so fucking RETIRE. Stay away. We do not want you here. I fucking swear, just recently we were trying to kill the smug asshole and now we're all working with him without even a complaint? That is some BULLSHIT. Do you guys have the memories of a fucking goldfish?
I am just so fucking fed up with all of this crap. I was going to keep quiet, I'm tired of this blogging shit, but apparently no one registers information unless it's on one of these. You should've fucking told me he was getting retired to do this sacrifice crap. You should've fucking told me that he might go insane in the process. You should've fucking told me we were somehow still on friendly terms with Fuckface despite everything.
I have had it with this shit. If any of you need me, I'll be off doing my FUCKING JOB and having nothing to do with this bullshit. Don't even bother me unless you want to tell me something related to that. Just... fuck off. All of you. Go to hell.
And Fracture, keep the hell out of our business. You retired, so fucking RETIRE. Stay away. We do not want you here. I fucking swear, just recently we were trying to kill the smug asshole and now we're all working with him without even a complaint? That is some BULLSHIT. Do you guys have the memories of a fucking goldfish?
I am just so fucking fed up with all of this crap. I was going to keep quiet, I'm tired of this blogging shit, but apparently no one registers information unless it's on one of these. You should've fucking told me he was getting retired to do this sacrifice crap. You should've fucking told me that he might go insane in the process. You should've fucking told me we were somehow still on friendly terms with Fuckface despite everything.
I have had it with this shit. If any of you need me, I'll be off doing my FUCKING JOB and having nothing to do with this bullshit. Don't even bother me unless you want to tell me something related to that. Just... fuck off. All of you. Go to hell.
Friday, October 10, 2014
I Was Born Sick
But I love it!
Command me to be well?
I guess. Apparently.
I don't fucking know. Fracture sent that one one up. I just kind of finished it.
Sloth here. Or as they are calling me these days, the Lord Betrayer Sloth. I've got a whole fucking title and everything. I gotta say... that is way to much pressure. I don't think I can handle this. In fact, I know I can't handle this.
That's what I have people for. People can hand things. So I made all my people create blog accounts so they could write on my behalf too. Because believe you me, I wasn't about to let them onto my account. Last thing I need is my account picture suddenly becoming a penis or something. Because they've done that before.
I'm surrounded by 20 year old juveniles.
Lets name the cast.
First off is me. Sloth. I'm awesome, probably.
Then we have our second in command.The Lord Goddess Nat. Do not call her that, she'll rip your throat out. In fact, I'm gonna strike that out. It doesn't exist now. She'll be taking over my old job coordinating the Mask Cult. Interests include beating the shit out of you and everything you know and love. She also likes cats.
Next up is the head of the Mask Cult's sister cult, the Fire Cult. She is the Lord Fire Jen. Do not call her Jen though. She'll rip your throat out. In fact, I've already made this joke so we'll just underline it this time. Fuck you bitch. Stop changing my profile picture to dicks. Her interests include all fields of academia and lighting shit on fire with her mind. She, ironically, has no emotion... or something.
Last on the roster is the Lord Devil Siera. Shes prefers to be called Siera and, like everyone else, has no idea why her codename is Devil. Shes an accountant. She is also an ex-drug lord and was Duckie's half sister. So also handles most out of house personal like your standard non-cult specific proxies and other such people who don't actually live at the Free Market but choose to take orders from us in exchange for money and security. She, like you, is the backbone of this operation. She is also a raging alcoholic.
As you might have noticed, we adopted a few blogs.
Picasso's blog has been fused with Wrath is Eternal. From the looks of its, its just gonna be her rambling but its nice to have the real Picasso back all the same. She said she wants to get back to proxy work and I guess she intends to drag Navi along with her. I guess we'll see how that works out.
Moth has decided to start his own blog. The aptly named, Wrath is Madness. His blog has also been fused with this one. He opened up with a recap of what brought us to where we are now so if you're curious as to why I'm in charge now instead of Fracture go read that. I guess hes gonna chronicle us sacrificing him to the 'Fire'... should be pretty metal.... I guess?
And last, Fracture is reviving his old blog. The White Coat Special. If you take up that blog, I suggest you take the newest posts advice and don't bother with the backlog. Its a lot of gibberish. Apparently he stole Jack and their off to kill shit and experiment and be pretentious assholes together. Its worth noting that Fracture is apparently still technically my boss... maybe... he claims to still be.... and that we didn't fuse his blog to ours. He fused himself to us forcibly. Such class.
If we keep to our schedules, these blogs should be updating bi-weekly... that is to say, every other week... is that bi-monthly? I have no idea. It'll be every other week. Except for maybe Fracture's blog. He'll do whatever the fuck he wants I'm sure.
The last exciting bit of new is a few changes I've made to the website. I added an item to the store in honor of Fracture who stepped down from his position but refuses to leave or stop meddling... apparently. We added the item before we realized that was gonna be the case.
We also added an Ethics page. No longer does the Free Market hunt runners. It is our duty to protect them while Father hunts them. We're very progressive here. This has actually been the case for a while now but the Ethics page should make that information either to find. There are also some rules in there that pertain to the entire Free Market and areas where the Free Market's influence extends. Do try to behave.
I'm debating taking down the bounty board. Feels dated. I don't know, what do you guys think?
Anyways, I'm gonna go take a nap and then try to eat an entire bag of apples on my own. You all stay beautiful and shit... you know... if you feel like it.
The Lord Betrayer Sloth out.
Command me to be well?
I guess. Apparently.
I don't fucking know. Fracture sent that one one up. I just kind of finished it.
Sloth here. Or as they are calling me these days, the Lord Betrayer Sloth. I've got a whole fucking title and everything. I gotta say... that is way to much pressure. I don't think I can handle this. In fact, I know I can't handle this.
That's what I have people for. People can hand things. So I made all my people create blog accounts so they could write on my behalf too. Because believe you me, I wasn't about to let them onto my account. Last thing I need is my account picture suddenly becoming a penis or something. Because they've done that before.
I'm surrounded by 20 year old juveniles.
Lets name the cast.
First off is me. Sloth. I'm awesome, probably.
Then we have our second in command.
Next up is the head of the Mask Cult's sister cult, the Fire Cult. She is the Lord Fire Jen. Do not call her Jen though. She'll rip your throat out. In fact, I've already made this joke so we'll just underline it this time. Fuck you bitch. Stop changing my profile picture to dicks. Her interests include all fields of academia and lighting shit on fire with her mind. She, ironically, has no emotion... or something.
Last on the roster is the Lord Devil Siera. Shes prefers to be called Siera and, like everyone else, has no idea why her codename is Devil. Shes an accountant. She is also an ex-drug lord and was Duckie's half sister. So also handles most out of house personal like your standard non-cult specific proxies and other such people who don't actually live at the Free Market but choose to take orders from us in exchange for money and security. She, like you, is the backbone of this operation. She is also a raging alcoholic.
As you might have noticed, we adopted a few blogs.
Picasso's blog has been fused with Wrath is Eternal. From the looks of its, its just gonna be her rambling but its nice to have the real Picasso back all the same. She said she wants to get back to proxy work and I guess she intends to drag Navi along with her. I guess we'll see how that works out.
Moth has decided to start his own blog. The aptly named, Wrath is Madness. His blog has also been fused with this one. He opened up with a recap of what brought us to where we are now so if you're curious as to why I'm in charge now instead of Fracture go read that. I guess hes gonna chronicle us sacrificing him to the 'Fire'... should be pretty metal.... I guess?
And last, Fracture is reviving his old blog. The White Coat Special. If you take up that blog, I suggest you take the newest posts advice and don't bother with the backlog. Its a lot of gibberish. Apparently he stole Jack and their off to kill shit and experiment and be pretentious assholes together. Its worth noting that Fracture is apparently still technically my boss... maybe... he claims to still be.... and that we didn't fuse his blog to ours. He fused himself to us forcibly. Such class.
If we keep to our schedules, these blogs should be updating bi-weekly... that is to say, every other week... is that bi-monthly? I have no idea. It'll be every other week. Except for maybe Fracture's blog. He'll do whatever the fuck he wants I'm sure.
The last exciting bit of new is a few changes I've made to the website. I added an item to the store in honor of Fracture who stepped down from his position but refuses to leave or stop meddling... apparently. We added the item before we realized that was gonna be the case.
We also added an Ethics page. No longer does the Free Market hunt runners. It is our duty to protect them while Father hunts them. We're very progressive here. This has actually been the case for a while now but the Ethics page should make that information either to find. There are also some rules in there that pertain to the entire Free Market and areas where the Free Market's influence extends. Do try to behave.
I'm debating taking down the bounty board. Feels dated. I don't know, what do you guys think?
Anyways, I'm gonna go take a nap and then try to eat an entire bag of apples on my own. You all stay beautiful and shit... you know... if you feel like it.
The Lord Betrayer Sloth out.
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