[Blue Window]
Damn, that bastard... He thinks he can ignore me, the strongest system. He shall pay.
[Green Window]
Calm down, Brother Blue Window. We are systems of control. It's not like you to be feeling rage or any such emotion for that matter.
[Red Window]
Self-proclaimed strongest, hmph... I would have already dealt with him. Do you even know where he is?
[Green Window]
Come on, guys, we should be helping him. The world is growing ever more unstable with him killing off all of the chosen on a whim just because they rub him the wrong way. Don't worry, Brother Blue Window.
[Yellow Window]
I say we just get rid of him and get a new batch of chosen.
[Green Window]
We cannot just add a batch suddenly out of the blue like that. We will end up with severe inter-chosen conflicts, and unlike the seer, they won't end it instantly.
[Red Window]
Heaven supreme, damn it! What the heck are we supposed to do then?
[Blue Window]
Oh, there is a lot I can do if you guys are willing to help me... That bastard, he will pay.
[Purple Window]
Normally, I would not even listen to your solutions, but in these dire circumstances, I am willing to give it a shot.
[Blue Window]
I have been looking into the earthling cultures...
[Red Window]
Why the heck have you been doing that?
[Yellow Window]
Oh, shut it, Red. Bitch, after this meeting is over.
[Purple Window]
Please continue, Brother Blue Window.
[Blue Window]
So the problem is with the people we are selecting to be our chosen ones. Our choosing methods bring in people who are apparently too "generic."
[Red Window]
What the heck?
[Yellow Window]
Preposterous bullshit.
[Purple Window]
Generic... GENERIC!
[Green Window]
Calm down, guys. There is indeed some truth to what he is saying. We have become too cocky and lazy with our chosen ones. They are all useless scum of the streets, and the only reason they amount to anything is because of us.
[Red Window]
Courting death, little green. You dare call the heavens' overlord system cocky and lazy?
[Yellow Window]
Screw you guys, I am out. I have chosen ones to tend to.
[Blue Window]
At least you have chosen ones. All of mine are fucking dead.
[Green Window]
Come on, guys, stop fighting...
[Purple Window]
And whose fault is that? It was your mistake. Don't berate us because of it.
*Bding*
[Black Window]
Wow, Yellow really left.
[Blue Window]
Guys, he will kill all your chosen ones as easily as he killed all of mine. All we have to do is get actual competent bastards to combat him.
[Green Window]
Your plan has a major flaw, Brother Blue. You thought that since he had a strong will and a broken moral compass and was living in the dumps like any other useless buffoon of the world, he was a perfect choice. But he was not. If we get more people like him who don't listen to us, we will be in more trouble.
[Black Window]
The seer is living in seclusion in the forest of doom anyway. It does not feel like he has any intention of leaving his cottage. He plans to live out and die in the forest. I don't think we need to do anything. It's a Luigi win without doing anything for us.
[Purple Window]
While I do not get your analogy, it is true we should move ahead with a new batch.
[Blue Window]
Fuck you guys. I don't need you. It will take much, much longer, but I'm going to do it. I'm going to get fucking WW2 Germans, Reds, Kamikaze bastards, Florida men, and Jihadis to get his ass. He shall not be able to stand up against German sciences and Russian thots.
*Bding*
[Purple Window]
He has lost it.
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