As probably the sole remaining member of the dessicated remains of what once was the center of operations for the scattered citizens of the Treehouse, I am officially assuming sole, executive command over the headquarters and whatever artifacts and ancient reliquaries may remain inside.
When I first joined the Treehouse, I knew it would eventually end like this, with my ebon hooves crackling over the dried and broken leaves that once made up the boughs of this grand fortress, all others slain or driven before me in a frenzy of terrified bowel movements. But I had assumed it would happen after I detonated the nuclear devices I was slowly planting along all of the walls. Unfortunately Taco mistakenly ate all of those. You all remember this as the "Radioactive Burp Incident" but I remember it as a foil in my plans.
Nevertheless, the fact that it ended much later and much more pathetically than I had initially intended doesn't change the fact that I am now declaring myself the ruler over all the Treehouse. This shall me my throne. I shall expect tribute from the Facebook group, the Discord group, and even the Steam group, if it is still operational. I will expect pledges of loyalty from all surviving members. I will also expect pledges of loyalty from the dead members, pending invention of a functioning Ectocommunicator. For now, if you are a dead member and you can hear me, you may pledge your loyalty by stacking all of the chairs in the dining hall into abstract shapes.
This is Prime High Imperator Lord King Top Hat Zebra the Great and Pretty Cool. Assuming executive command.
When I first joined the Treehouse, I knew it would eventually end like this, with my ebon hooves crackling over the dried and broken leaves that once made up the boughs of this grand fortress, all others slain or driven before me in a frenzy of terrified bowel movements. But I had assumed it would happen after I detonated the nuclear devices I was slowly planting along all of the walls. Unfortunately Taco mistakenly ate all of those. You all remember this as the "Radioactive Burp Incident" but I remember it as a foil in my plans.
Nevertheless, the fact that it ended much later and much more pathetically than I had initially intended doesn't change the fact that I am now declaring myself the ruler over all the Treehouse. This shall me my throne. I shall expect tribute from the Facebook group, the Discord group, and even the Steam group, if it is still operational. I will expect pledges of loyalty from all surviving members. I will also expect pledges of loyalty from the dead members, pending invention of a functioning Ectocommunicator. For now, if you are a dead member and you can hear me, you may pledge your loyalty by stacking all of the chairs in the dining hall into abstract shapes.
This is Prime High Imperator Lord King Top Hat Zebra the Great and Pretty Cool. Assuming executive command.
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