21-11-2025, 03:28 AM
(This post was last modified: 21-11-2025, 03:28 AM by starschwar.)
Returning from an implausibly long bathroom break, I looked shell-shocked. I thought I was investigating economic irregularities. Turns out it was something both far more sinister, yet far less-reaching. Still. Something had to be done. The knowledge I obtained - I could not sit on it any longer. I produced my weapon. Something that could end whole worlds. And the weight of it certainly was befitting, a regular Excalibur.
![[Image: 5EF7FHR3hAhgZDnNAmo8NH-451-80.jpg.webp]](https://cdn.mos.cms.futurecdn.net/5EF7FHR3hAhgZDnNAmo8NH-451-80.jpg.webp)
I recited the coded phrases as one might (hopefully) assume would be akin to ordering a nuclear strike. And, for whatever reason, it did require even more than two people to confirm. I could only hope they made the right choice. And that I did as well.
Lynch Null.
![[Image: 5EF7FHR3hAhgZDnNAmo8NH-451-80.jpg.webp]](https://cdn.mos.cms.futurecdn.net/5EF7FHR3hAhgZDnNAmo8NH-451-80.jpg.webp)
I recited the coded phrases as one might (hopefully) assume would be akin to ordering a nuclear strike. And, for whatever reason, it did require even more than two people to confirm. I could only hope they made the right choice. And that I did as well.
Lynch Null.

