Re: A Malevolent Proclamation! ( Promo )
Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2026 5:04 pm
Outwardly, Dot betrayed no hint of her feelings when the crowd roared. The reflective sheen of her screen projected the same robotic glint. But under the mask, she sneered.
The performers fans called jobbers came in one of three basic flavors. First, unwatered talent who, given time and appropriate soil, could grow into someone worth targetting. The second less fortunate bucket belonged to the no-talents, longriders of endless delusion and uncrackable ego. Unfortunate, but romantic in their absurd way.
But then there were the scum. The masochists and the dickless, fuckfaced perverts who watched them.
And...there was her cue. She saluted, the motion echoed as per usual by a cartoon on her mask, reflected in the titantron—a London cop of the 19th century, this time, night-stick and cuffs in hand. "Yes ma'am!"
There was no bullshit to the way Dot captured Speck's wrist—well. No planned bullshit. When Dot twisted her captain's arms behind her back and shove them up towards her shoulder blades, the lock was deep and tight. The Emperor would not be tugging her hands free without dislocating her shoulders.
DING DING! A bell rang—not the actual bell. Dot's bell, the pink animated one on the titantron. Then it shifted into a hand, beckoning Yuki and Saya. "Welcome home sweetness!" This time the voice was like a line from a commercial. 1950s. American. Someone's sweet homemaker of a wife. "Come get some sugar!"
The performers fans called jobbers came in one of three basic flavors. First, unwatered talent who, given time and appropriate soil, could grow into someone worth targetting. The second less fortunate bucket belonged to the no-talents, longriders of endless delusion and uncrackable ego. Unfortunate, but romantic in their absurd way.
But then there were the scum. The masochists and the dickless, fuckfaced perverts who watched them.
And...there was her cue. She saluted, the motion echoed as per usual by a cartoon on her mask, reflected in the titantron—a London cop of the 19th century, this time, night-stick and cuffs in hand. "Yes ma'am!"
There was no bullshit to the way Dot captured Speck's wrist—well. No planned bullshit. When Dot twisted her captain's arms behind her back and shove them up towards her shoulder blades, the lock was deep and tight. The Emperor would not be tugging her hands free without dislocating her shoulders.
DING DING! A bell rang—not the actual bell. Dot's bell, the pink animated one on the titantron. Then it shifted into a hand, beckoning Yuki and Saya. "Welcome home sweetness!" This time the voice was like a line from a commercial. 1950s. American. Someone's sweet homemaker of a wife. "Come get some sugar!"