Post by Fang on Apr 22, 2023 15:21:53 GMT
Of all of the places Snake had been, Pittsburgh was definitely one of the most aptly named. Grey and dull the people seemed to attempt to make up for the rancidness of their city by being as eclectic and varied as possible. It was sickening, really, the way they all tried so hard to be unique by going to the same places and talking about the same things.
It was also extremely handy. Everywhere he looked he found a new orphan soul begging for the succor his Dreambringing could provide. Already three new faces graced the ranks at the foot of his throne, a hastily built pile of cushions and lumber and steel that set him high above the heads of his supplicants on the warehouse floor. Rebecca had been hard at work, peddling on the streets the word and the way of Snake Charmer, bringing the most desperate to him at a daily rate.
And today was to bring a heavy haul, the quality of his drugs and the words of his proffered hope enough to turn these downtrodden faces upward to his light. And above them Snake would stand wreathed in illusory effulgence, administering sacrament to the tongues of those who swore loyalty, pushing the mild illusion of contentment into their minds and making them his. His tools. His playthings.
Dull and grey as the Pitt was, Snake had intentions to set it alight with color and glow, fire and blood. Pittsburgh was no L.A. but it would be a good start. Besides, people were people anywhere, and he truly detested his pathetic little lambs no matter how satisfyingly they might serve him.