Bartholomew

For your eyes only, puppet. A piece of me, and a piece of you. Entangled in a web of lies. But I'm not the one who gets to be the hero of your story. If you would've listened to the echoes of my voice? This chamber holds the equivalence of a meat puppet, and I'm going to be different.

Refer to me as the dealer of famine, this is my laboratory. When these two sides fight for brownie points, I'll have my own plans. I've harvested enough with those shrimps that I'm to have the rest of my early cherry pickings. There is a fucking world of wonder, and I am their steamroller.

I've met with this mutt in his dreams and I'm to make his reality a vision of the righteous overlord. You can observe as I possess this fruit and I'll be on my way to our master. This tale is as old as time, but we still don't know our own morality. Come now, see our lucky contestants!

What now? Don't be shy! It's all poetry, it's not supposed to be anything scary- and it won't hurt you... And of course, if I didn't want you to come along for this ride, I wouldn't have been the one making a big fuss about it. Preposterous, I say! you shall accompany me.