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sic semper tyrannis

sic semper tyrannis

Sic Semper Tyrannis

Sic

Sic was a young man, taught that he would be a part of something massive. He just never realized how big it truly would be.

Sic was a fine man, always kind, always just, but this led to issues when he encountered things. Not people, which would undermine them, but things. They always referred to themselves simply as ‘thus.’

‘t̵͚̆̓ḧ̵̝͛u̶͎͐s̵̡̱͌.’

‘Thus’ was always whispering the right words into Sic’s ear, just so he would win the argument, or just so he knew how to phrase something.

Thus

Semper

Semper was a strange woman, always everywhere, it felt. She was always on time, always ready, and always the smartest. Semper, like Sic, had to deal with things, but not ‘thus.’ No, Semper dealt with ‘always.’ They were everywhere, they were always in just the right area to tweak things just to Semper’s advantage, which she appreciated, but ‘always’ never speaks.

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Always

a̴̛̞l̷̮͙̓w̷͍̓̓á̴̲y̷̭̎́s̵̝̼͛

Tyrannis

Tyrannis was born into wealth, his success already guaranteed just by being born to the warlord of the city. His place at the top of the chain of command already secured, he indulged those that referred to themselves as ‘tyrants’ or ‘fall.’ The ‘tyrants’ always had the most powerful advice, just the right policies to win that war, this battle, crush that rebellion. ‘Fall’ was far less fun, always seeking out ways to peacefully resolve things. Always trying to mediate, but always ignored.

Tyrants

Fall

Thus, always tyrants fall.

Sic and Semper lived under Tyrannis’ rule and had enough. They began stirring the pot. And soon, ‘fall’ had taken Tyrannis by the hand, and walked him straight into a trap. An area, where all those he had wronged were waiting. and they were incredibly happy for this chance…

Sic Semper Tyrannis

Thus, tyrants always fall.

And with them their realm, a̸̧̯̪̩̜̝̯͔͔͎̜̐̉́́n̷̨̗̲̹̦̪̫̼͎̰͉̣̓͌͑̈́d̵̨̙͍͕̜͇͙̲̹̐̇̎̾̀̑̑̽̽̊̃ ̷̩͊͂̆̍̏̿͛͂́̊̈́͝ṯ̷̨͔͆h̴̜͖͆́͜ẽ̸̘̠̘͚̊̃͐͒͆͌̌͠͝i̴̳̦̭̟͙̳̖̖͑́̆͆̈̈́̌͘r̷̡̥͓͎͊̆̎̓̈͐̋͂͘͝ ̶̪̺͖̰̀̐͌͆̑͆̄͜ͅk̶̡̘̂̈́͛̌ḭ̸͆̓̌́͝n̵̡̲͈͇͕̣̍̏ ̴̧̛̖͕͇̹͖͍̈́͆̀̋̒̑̚s̴̺̜̪̞͇̩̩͈̤͆̈̋̈̈͘͝h̸̡̡̫̓̈̿̍͗̒̔͝a̷̛̦̩͕͓̞͉̞͋͒̈̇̀̏̊͒̿͜͜l̸̡̢͓̦̞̝̞̘͋̋l̴̫̯̯̦͉̞̯͎̬̫͖̾ͅ ̶̢͖̬̤̪̺̳͚̹͎̪̺́̽̿f̷̰̎̿̒̚a̴̪͔͐́̈́̊͗̏͊̎͛͘͘̚l̷͔̩͘͘l̵̨͍̬͐̃̽́̏̌͘̕͜͝͝͝ ̴͓̪͉̆͋͌̔̃w̸̰̯̼͚̥͉͚͕̪͙̓̉̑̓̾͠͝i̶̧̯͇̺͙̾̌̾́̑̽̈̋́͆̂ṫ̷̤̤̱h̶̝̕ ̷̛̥̭̘͌̏̾̄̎̿͆t̴̡̨͔̜̺̗̣̼̝̱͋͂̽̍̾̽̄̌̈̃̓͝ͅẖ̸͖̱͂͌͆̐̅̂͠͝e̸̹͉̗̎̌͒͒̾̅̍͆͂͘͠͝m̴̭̖̞̀͑̇̏̊̕ s̴̖͝ǔ̶̩f̶̱̻̈́̀f̷͇̿͆e̷͓͔͝r̴̢̢̊í̶̢͕ṅ̶̝̘g̷̨̗̏͑,̷̪͌̈ ̷̧̻͗͑b̴͔̀u̸͍̥̅r̷̭͋͋n̸̫̒̿i̵̗͖̽n̷̪̫̈́̓g̵̮̒͝,̸̖̃̾ ̶̜͆͌͜s̴̠̊̾ć̷̰̹̚r̵̟̉e̶̠͑͂a̴̡͔͆̀m̷̮͇̈́i̶̗͉͌̉n̵͓͒g̴̥̗̅̚