The force that the hypnotists wield over the weak-minded is impressive, but it is waning. They screech, scream, and squeal "racist" as if though it's some kind of empowering mantra.
I suppose it is in a sense, in that it showers their acolytes with a deluding sense of righteous indignation, and that is a mighty spirit to summon.
Their main problem now, is the enchantment cannot survive the light of day. When daylight comes, they scurry back into their caves to yet again observe those two minutes of hate which replenishes their spirit.
This can only go on for so long until the ones under the spell become thoroughly used up. To those whose minds are not clouded, it makes the wizards look desperate.
It may be that we shall get to witness the end stages of the fourth power, their estates shall crumble. It has already begun; it shall be a mighty sight to behold!
Always your humble servant,
Pope Imbibe V of the venerable Church of Quantum Distillations
The force that the hypnotists wield over the weak-minded is impressive, but it is waning. They screech, scream, and squeal "racist" as if though it's some kind of empowering mantra.
I suppose it is in a sense, in that it showers their acolytes with a deluding sense of righteous indignation, and that is a mighty spirit to summon.
Their main problem now, is the enchantment cannot survive the light of day. When daylight comes, they scurry back into their caves to yet again observe those two minutes of hate which replenishes their spirit.
This can only go on for so long until the ones under the spell become thoroughly used up. To those whose minds are not clouded, it makes the wizards look desperate.
It may be that we shall get to witness the end stages of the fourth power, their estates shall crumble. It has already begun; it shall be a mighty sight to behold!
Always your humble servant,
Pope Imbibe V of the venerable Church of Quantum Distillations