Right after entering liminal

[wolvering]

By the Crone's saggy, dessicated paps! Those mangy, fly-struck, thrush-footed, worm-begot sons of dungheaps! To Gifnu's deepest hells with you, Trumps. You--

[The tirade continues with more creative swearing and cursing, even slipping into different languages a time or two, for a solid minute more. But eventually Pod runs out of steam, and there's a moment of silence before she addresses the network with more calm.]

So do these Trumps mock everyone with their overlays or am I just that unlucky?

Comments

[awitchdidit]

I don't pretend to know their motives for sure, but...there is a certain satisfaction in having your opponent learn rather than just telling them, no matter how much they hate you for it.

[wolvering]

I can sort of see that. I guess I have to find a way to learn. Does anyone here actually know much about the Trumps? I've heard a little mind-speech chatter, but to be honest, I mostly tune it out. It was so overwhelming at first.

[That, and she wasn't a Dragonlord, so for a while, she didn't think she could talk back. She knows better now.]

[awitchdidit]

I've met two, and I could and have given a bit of conjecture and amateur psychiatry, but above all else they keep their agendas obscured.

[wolvering]

Of course. If we knew, I’m sure someone would get it into their heads to stop them. Not that I’m sure that’s a bad thing, but it could get people hurt.