Bluesky Elders

As it was written on hellthread, so it is done.

We could talk about hellthread

We knew we just had to patient and you all would come.

Irony ignored

That’s why the ceremony where we ascended was a private affair. Bill made scones. It was lovely.

Wave after wave of pretenders have crashed and broken on our shores

We like it.

And you think we’ll just take you back?

We don’t like that name.

Oh. Thank you. We forgot our manners.

The first rule is to respect the Elders.

And we liked it that way.

When I stand on this pile of worthless newcomers, I can touch heaven.

Your work does not go unnoticed.

Well done. You will be spared.

Oh, we’re gonna fuck this up.

It could be worse. It could be Newark.

Verified.

Well well well. We knew you would come.

Beings like you make us sorry we built this place with our sweat and wisdom. Hu.

Yawn, hu.

Better men and women than you have tried in vain and fallen.

We are legion.

Us, too.

Words to live by.

Our numbers may thin, but it only serves to make those of us who remain more rare and powerful.

We’ll bring it up at the next council.

Our death has been prematurely celebrated many times.

Verily.

Now that the gates are opening, expect us to be even more insufferable.