[ Public // Text // Photo only of the King of Hearts ]
[ He's seen quite a bit take place within the past few weeks, and since he's assumed the patrons have had time to explore the new room they've opened, he thinks it high time to stir the pot. It's time to ruffle the feathers of his play-mates, to see past the facades of happiness they've tried to erect while rebuilding their lives in this prison. ...Why yes, Luxord can have quite the sadistic streak. ]
Well, seems as though the fates favor those that deign sit at our table.
As this elaborate game of ours flourishes, your gracious hosts deigned bequeath unto you the coveted gift of freedom. What say you, our patrons? The designs were amiably superfluous with naught but your comfort in mind, after all.
Are the vivid spectrums of your new playing fields suitable? Are the tables still too crowded, or have you now the room to draw your cards without prying eyes?
Or perhaps the knowledge that you are seeing no more than artificial recreations, left barren and devoid of all you've once known, spoils whatever winnings you might have earned?
Well, seems as though the fates favor those that deign sit at our table.
As this elaborate game of ours flourishes, your gracious hosts deigned bequeath unto you the coveted gift of freedom. What say you, our patrons? The designs were amiably superfluous with naught but your comfort in mind, after all.
Are the vivid spectrums of your new playing fields suitable? Are the tables still too crowded, or have you now the room to draw your cards without prying eyes?
Or perhaps the knowledge that you are seeing no more than artificial recreations, left barren and devoid of all you've once known, spoils whatever winnings you might have earned?