Ab Antiquo

You were warned. By omens, by signs, by text and subtext—implicitly and explicitly, you were warned.

You were told what thin line separated you from the knife's edge. You didn’t listen. You believed that you could hide in your ivory tower, behind your wall of coin and blood. You thought that you could hide in the shadows—but you already know:

When we come to collect our pound of flesh, not even the shadows can hide you.

So as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, parasites who refuse to listen—to learn—to grow—reap what they sow.

2024 is the year of checks and balances.

Liski, and your bitchboy doncey—your last-standing yes-man in the line of skirt-and-shadow-hugging, coin-purse-tugging, snivelling-and-whining yes-men—here we are. By popular demand.

As it was written.

We’ve come to collect.

We’ve come to bring not peace, but a sword. It is ours to avenge; we will repay. Your feet have slipped; your day of disaster is near and your doom rushes upon you.

And now, you have a choice: come out of the shadows and fight back, or stay down and show this city what you’re really made of.

Mondays, am I right?

Can't say this comes as a surprise, now. Can you.

Again, I fucking told you so.

Shock isn’t a response when you must have seen this coming. Shadows won’t hide you from what has been earned, blood will be welcomed by the streets we walk upon. Now is the time to show who and what you really are.

And you get to see who we are. You brought this upon yourself.

We’re done talking.

This Yawa keeps getting hotter and hotter.

Oh, and have fun guys. Or something.

The irony...

Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

Your time is up.

Liski, the last head standing of the Cerberus terrorist organization, already judged and left wanting a mere 45 days ago who did absolutely nothing to redeem herself when we showed the city who you really were. Liski, the “leader” who has nothing but a crown of shit and a bed of lies. Liski, who declared herself not-the-leader when she was taken to task for her numerous ill deeds. Liski, who rolled the bus over her people to try and save her own image.

Liski the Enabler.
Liski the Snake.
Liski the Useless.

Stay in shadows, Liski. Continue to remind this city what you’re really made of. Absolutely fucking nothing.

doncey, just how many times are you going to allow your fragile ego to carry you to the wrong side of history? You make the same mistakes over and over and never learn. You can’t teach. You can’t fight. You can’t win. You don’t think. You don’t learn. You don’t grow. I wonder which woman in your orbit is at fault for your failures this time around, because you never could take personal responsibility for your deeds, either.

doncey the Fragile.
doncey the Weak.
doncey the Lapdog.

Ferrymen, the ship is sinking and your “leader” is the only one with a lifeboat. Get out while you can.

Ut sementem feceris, ita metes.

We’re outside.

Respectfully,

Annabelle Adaire-St. John Mahorela
Seyda St. John Wolfe-Adaire

Tarchetti wrote: ↑

Tue Nov 12, 2024 1:33 pm

The irony...

You have something to say, Signore?

Seyda wrote: ↑

Tue Nov 12, 2024 2:06 pm

Liski the Snake.

Hey now, don't be sullying the good title of Snake! It requires work, effort even.. To achieve that title.
Took us three years to earn that from the Church >.>

She's more befitting of Snail! Lazy, slow, hides in it's own shell when the vultures circle above.

Well, doncey, I had my money on ophelia or Liski being the woman to blame for your miserable failures, but who would have thought it would be your own non-com childe out here in the streets paying the blood price for your miserable ass while you play 'am I hittable' ping pong in the city.

You are absolutely and unequivocally PATHETIC.