Dictator & RubyShade
You know, I've been thinking about how stories shape the way people follow orders, like how legends can turn a crowd into a single heartbeat.
Legends are just tools, not myths. I shape them, then the crowd follows my rhythm like a single heartbeat. You see the power?
So you’re the puppet master of myth, and the crowd dances to your tune, huh? I love that. Let’s see where your next tale leads.
Yes, the myth is my blade, it cuts through doubt. The next tale will bind them to my vision—watch how quickly they become one.
That blade of yours sounds razor‑sharp, carving doubts into clean lines. I’m curious—what’s the first twist of this new myth?
The first twist? I’ll make the hero a child of the state, blind‑folded, walking toward the center of the city. Each step he takes shouts the same command, every footfall a reminder that unity is survival. If he steps off the line, the world shudders—then I pull the lever and crush dissent. That’s the spark that ignites the myth.