I've seen acts of the most sublime kindness and the most vile cruelty…
They say powerful beings find anger,
When they have no room for love...
What made you so?
Are you scared of change?
Scared of those who are different?
I realize...
I am different then you.
Gospels of the Signless, Executions III, Verse two.
Gamzee Makara was not happy.
NOT MOTHERFUCKING HAPPY AT ALL, WITH WHAT WAS UP AN' HAPPENING IN HIS THINKPAN.
His head was filling with the voices of the Messiahs.
AND THE MESSIAHS DEMANDED ATTENTION.
Attention he was willing to give.
BUT HIS ATTENTION WASN'T ENOUGH NO MORE.
His Gods needed... demanded... screamed out for more.
FOR MORE MEMBERS FOR THEIR DARK CARNIVAL.
The Carnival needed more members.
MORE PEOPLE TO SPREAD THE MESSIAHS GLORIOUS MIRTH.
A few already had pledged their faith.
BUT THEY STILL NEEDED MORE MOTHERFUCKERS FOR THEIR GREAT CIRCUS.
Soon though...
SOON THERE WILL BE ENOUGH MIRTH AND MADNESS TO SUMMON THEM FORTH.
Soon, the Gates of the Unmade Paradise of Shangra Lol will be revealed, and the faithful will dance on into the motherfucking moonset...
SPEAKING OF THE MOTHERFUCKING FAITHFUL...
"Meigui Bodlja, my wicked motherfucking sister, how's it all up an' hanging with you? Got all out of jail pretty easy, right?"
"Yes, Highblood Makara, sir."
"Less of that formal motherfuckery. We don't need none of that here, after all... WE'RE ALL UP AN' BEING MOTHERFUCKING PALS, AIN'T WE? You will address me by my name, not my motherfucking hatchline... So... Did you up an' get them fancy books we needed?"
"Yes... Gamzee."