My name is Richard. I’ve stood post on the ManUp! Sector for many seasons. Many of my headless brethren have come and gone during my time here, but I am the veteran, I have always been here. Richard is always in fashion. Of course, there have been many casualties in the branding wars with the fellow inhabitants of our Mall Nation. Crevice Fashion have been our sworn enemies for longer than even I can remember, but they have lost far more than us over the many seasons. Now it looks like the long war is coming to a close, as Crevice have fell victim to the notorious Prices Slashed! epidemic. The red banners with the white wedge shaped cuneiform emblazoning it were the death knell for any and all outlet in our Mall Nation. Those that are above stated that we were meant to stay where we were, display what we have, and not get involved in what the other’s do. But this was too ripe an opportunity to pass by. With the support of several others, I, Richard, lead an attack against those dreadful Crevice lot, it was time for us to make our mark. This was when we met the Face.
As you are all aware, the Faces exist during the horrible burning hours of daylight. They are allowed to pass through our lands, look upon and admire our glory, our bodies, our attire. They can only hope to earn such prestige. But this one Face stood between Richard, our people, and our enemy. He held up a stick of light, and proclaimed in the harsh, vocal way that only Faces speak.
“Look, I’m only paid to patrol this mall at night, not to settle turf wars going on between the damn mannequins!”
It had been a while since we and ours had heard such harsh, guttural tones, but after a few moments we processed the meaning of what the Face shouted. We did not like it, and we reacted in kind. The scarlet stains would take some time to be cleansed from our pristine bodies, but the loud Face was silenced, so now we could proceed. Onwards through Crevice Fashion. Then onwards further.
First the rest of the Mall Nation would fall to Richard. Then, we would silence the Faces once and for all. They would look upon us, no longer.
Gayle9 t1_jds9k7l wrote
Reply to [WP] “Look, I’m only paid to patrol this mall at night, not to settle turf wars going on between the damn mannequins!” by W1ngedSentinel
My name is Richard. I’ve stood post on the ManUp! Sector for many seasons. Many of my headless brethren have come and gone during my time here, but I am the veteran, I have always been here. Richard is always in fashion. Of course, there have been many casualties in the branding wars with the fellow inhabitants of our Mall Nation. Crevice Fashion have been our sworn enemies for longer than even I can remember, but they have lost far more than us over the many seasons. Now it looks like the long war is coming to a close, as Crevice have fell victim to the notorious Prices Slashed! epidemic. The red banners with the white wedge shaped cuneiform emblazoning it were the death knell for any and all outlet in our Mall Nation. Those that are above stated that we were meant to stay where we were, display what we have, and not get involved in what the other’s do. But this was too ripe an opportunity to pass by. With the support of several others, I, Richard, lead an attack against those dreadful Crevice lot, it was time for us to make our mark. This was when we met the Face.
As you are all aware, the Faces exist during the horrible burning hours of daylight. They are allowed to pass through our lands, look upon and admire our glory, our bodies, our attire. They can only hope to earn such prestige. But this one Face stood between Richard, our people, and our enemy. He held up a stick of light, and proclaimed in the harsh, vocal way that only Faces speak.
“Look, I’m only paid to patrol this mall at night, not to settle turf wars going on between the damn mannequins!”
It had been a while since we and ours had heard such harsh, guttural tones, but after a few moments we processed the meaning of what the Face shouted. We did not like it, and we reacted in kind. The scarlet stains would take some time to be cleansed from our pristine bodies, but the loud Face was silenced, so now we could proceed. Onwards through Crevice Fashion. Then onwards further.
First the rest of the Mall Nation would fall to Richard. Then, we would silence the Faces once and for all. They would look upon us, no longer.