[Walkabout] Near the end of the Landing Day festivities

[itsananimalthing]

Okay, so a couple things. Zed has taken it on himself to start telling people he's a demon or somethin'. Emperor of Darkness. Whatever. I promised the kid who brought it to me that I'd do somethin' about it.

Part of that something I'm doing is getting the fuck rid of these chains. They're bad magic and if we're Goodly Ones, I sure as hell ain't lettin' that shit in my religion.

I'm officially askin' the group's permission before I just burn their shitty books and make 'em all start over, while I'm at it. We can even blame Zed.

[He's frustrated and annoyed, after several days of seeing what these people could maybe be if they stopped beating each other down all the time. Freedom is Riddick's thing and these people are the opposite of free, right now. He hates it.]

Comments

[willyousee]

We can! But for heaven's sake, it can be more moderated than destroying everything they know and believe!

[itsananimalthing]

All right, fine. Shit. I won't burn the damned books.

[willyousee]

Thank you. [Immediately he's quieter, sounding tired, humbled.] I know that I cannot stop you. But I would be grateful if there were some gentler verdict. These people have suffered enough without our meddling.

[itsananimalthing]

That's the whole thing I want to fix. But if you can come up with a way to do that, make it so they're suffering less, I'll help.

Until then I might just cleanse out every bit of their mind-altering magic I can find. I'm taking responsibility for the chains going missing, when they realize what happened, and hoping they take it as an edict not a heresy.