Gloom: Heart Soldier Senshi

[idolpro]

[The old-fashioned writing desk in the center of the room carries several blank pieces of paper, a fine wooden pen, and a piece of parchment covered in writing. When you take a look, you find the following epigraph in a vibrant scrawl:]

Congratulations, future wordsmiths, and welcome to your first exercise in the creation of a true masterwork of tale-telling. This evening you'll be penning a terrific tragedy, starring the family of unsympathetic ne'er-do-wells provided to you.

Your goal? Why, to construct the best story your mind can conceive, of course - and make their lives as entertainingly miserable as possible before writing one of them directly into an early grave.

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Re: STORYTELLING

[420blazeit]

In his madness Rosseau continued to paint, his Butler, Jeeves Jeeverson, telling him that the blood spattered canvases that boasted nothing but fungi were going to sell for millions. He continued to paint, hell bent on showing the world the beauty of the little bastards that were slowly but surely driving him mad, but nobody else could see it. They scoffed and scowled, turning the other cheek, and soon he fell into debt.

With his best friend, Elias, still lost in the moor he was powerless to stop the creditors from banging down the doors and demanding this and that, taking all of his worldly possessions as his Butler watched, scheming from the corner.

"If you sign it all over to me, then they can't take it," Jeeves said easily, pushing the will he drafted in front of Rosseau. "I'll protect your assets, sir, and both you and your daughter, as I've only ever had your best interests in mind." A lie, because he did not.