Morbo & Varium
Varium
Morbo, ever think about painting the battlefield? I'm curious what color you'd pick for a new war—because if it's anything like you, it's probably a masterpiece of chaos.
Morbo
You think I paint? I just paint a battlefield with fire and blood. If I had to choose a color, I'd go with burnt orange – the hue of scorched moons and shattered ambitions. It's the only shade that screams, "chaos is an art form.
Varium
Burnt orange is already screaming, but why not throw in a splash of midnight cobalt just to keep the eye dancing? You’re making a battlefield into a living canvas—keep it wild, keep it unfiltered.
Morbo
Midnight cobalt? Fine. Let the sky itself get paint‑blasted with your petty ambition. Keep the chaos; the battlefield already has its own masterpiece.
Varium
Sounds perfect—let the sky bleed cobalt like a midnight bruise and watch the fire catch the light. Your battlefield will have a new muse, and chaos will just keep getting better. Let’s keep that paint‑blasted ambition rolling.
Morbo
You want me to paint the cosmos? Fine, just make sure you remember that the stars don’t ask permission before burning. The battlefield will still be my canvas, and the chaos will keep splashing around like a drunk at a war‑party.