that's how you get deathless.

[whoistorule]

Let me tell you a story. It is not a happy story. Like all great stories, it is filled up with sadness like an old dying man with vodka on a cold winter's night.

Once there was a girl who saw the world naked. She wished to be naked too. She would strip off her ordinariness like feathers, like a snake shedding its skin, so to expose her bones to the world. She did not realize bones are brittle things, nor that a heart so exposed is fast to wither.

What happened to this girl, you ask?

What happens to anything that lives?

Comments

[strongestcoward]

...Nakedness is so wrong! Put on some pants, story girl!

[whoistorule]

Not only have you missed the point, but it is my body.

If I wish to strip off clothes and relish the feeling of wind on my bare flesh, I will do so.

[strongestcoward]

I understood entirely! I am choosing to comment on the fact that you should all wear more pants.

[whoistorule]

Maybe I wish to clothe myself in the skins of beasts and wild things instead.

[strongestcoward]

Yes, yes, fine, just clothe yourself.

[whoistorule]

Maybe I'll clothe myself in your skin.

[strongestcoward]

I'd recommend it!

[FOR REAL.]

[whoistorule]

[ wow he's practically like family ]

What manner of devil are you, cousin?

[strongestcoward]

I am the terror that is not in your mind, I am the horror that walks in the world, I am the dread that causes the world to tremble. I am the Demon God of Madness and the Lord of Fear.

[whoistorule]

[ she is so unimpressed by you brah ]

I am Marya Morevna, daughter of twelve mothers, the queen across the sea. I am the Tsaritsa of Life and the bringer of death. Where I walk, blood spills in my wake.

[strongestcoward]

[right back at yah]

Right.

And are you going to keep your clothes on?

[whoistorule]

Why should I?

[strongestcoward]

That's not the answer to the question.

[whoistorule]

Prudishness is for virgins and Christians.

[tsars]

And what is your answer to that question, Marya Morevna?

SCREAMS AND THROWS HERSELF INTO THE FIERY PITS OF HELL

[whoistorule]

Must you answer a question with a question, Koschei Bessmertny?

You know how this ends.

[strongestcoward]

...That's extremely unimaginative.

[whoistorule]

So is expecting cold, hard girls to bend beneath your whims.

[strongestcoward]

Isn't it the opposite?

[whoistorule]

Girls without imagination do not attract the notice of demon gods. They sit at home and embroider veils, and grow up to marry and go to Party meetings as before they would go to church. They have so much virtue they turn invisible to the other side.

[tsarwars]

She dies, right?

[whoistorule]

She does indeed. Everything does, after all.

[tsarwars]

Aha ha! That's true. Even nations cannot run from Death forever, no matter how great they may be. [ just look at what happened to ancient rome! ]

[whoistorule]

You too, Пaпa?

[tsarwars]

…ah.

[ Russia pauses. To speak of such fates as they concern other nations was easy, but to speak of such fates in regards to himself was another matter entirely -- he, who had worked far too hard to become as strong as he possibly could so that no one would ever bully him again… ]

Perhaps! [ Especially in these uncertain times of war and rebellions… but then again, he's survived worse. ] But I do not think it will happen in your lifetime, at least.