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[They're calling it The After-Party. At first it was simply an after party, celebrating the completion of Overlord Krakatau's most recent tour, but it raged on for so long and spread so far throughout the land that many believed it as an end to all things, a party that was simply After.]

[The music is roaring, booze and blood are flowing, and the Overlord is prowling. He looks upon the chaos that he has wrought, and he sees that it is good.]

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Looks like people don't believe in fucking curfews around here! My kind of place. My compliments to the host.

[ an interloper, but one that definitely agrees with the Overlord's estimation of the party and chaos as pretty fucking awesome. ]

Curfews? I had those put to death years ago. They met their end bathed in flames!

[BWAHAHAHAHA]

Death to all obnoxious intangible concepts! Pretty fucking impressive, considering flammable isn't an adjective easily goddamn applied there.

[ agreeing, easily, because hey why rock the boat when faced with a pyromaniac overlord that successfully conquered the dimension or whatever ]

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I apply what I want, where I want. Marshmallow?

[Conjures a bag out of mid-air.]

No, not much for sweets, here. [ or eating, really, like ever ] Unless there's something interesting to roast them over. Something that makes for a good instagram!

[Shrugs and sets the nearest building on fire, putting a marshmallow on the tip of his axe and holding it over the flames.]

So where you from? Not around here.

[ well. rad. ASK AND YE SHALL RECIEVE he's taking an instagram of the overlord ]

Tokyo! Hypothetically, technically, mostly, originally, and that's the shit that counts.

A wandering spirit. What brings you to my empire?

...Let me see that picture.

[ hands over his cellphone— which is a regular smartphone, not the one that's sometimes a snake from his verse. looks like he was about to apply filters to it. they are gaudy as hell this guy is not a classy motherfucker ]

Saw the party, wanted to drop in! Also, seemed like the right time to make a get away from the last goddamn place, shit, some people have no senses of humor and are too goddamn attached to their material possessions.

[adds his own filters. don't worry, they're just as unclassy.]

Sounds fun. You come here for an encore?

[ AWESOME. posts!! ]

Depends. Let me in on the consequence for taking shit here, first. If it's chopping off my hands, I'm attached and it's a pain in the ass to put them back on if they're missing.

My punishments are as spontaneous and brutal as a hurricane! Wrath isn't a thing to be predicted or controlled! But I like your style, so I'll see if I can't spare your hands!

Fuck yes! ☆

First thing that deserves an attack of kleptomania is mine. Also: everything after that, but especially the first one.

Howsabout a list of the greatest treasures in the castle? What lights your inferno, the value or the challenge?

Personal relevance, but being really fucking gaudy is a good place to start.

I don't have anything of the sort! But my most personally relevant possessions would be my instruments, my eternal lovers, whose sweet songs could rend the very earth in twain!

[SPOILERS THEY ARE ALL GAUDY AS SHIT]

[ looking at a GAUDY AS SHIT guitar or maybe double-necked bass. ]

You have my eternal fucking gratitude for the tip, your Overlordliness! Choice made.

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