Lord Riddles rules The Golden Land of Murfreesboro with a cold-hearted fist.
His blackened soul allows him to make the necessary decisions.
The secret decisions of a ruler.
Decisions of life and death.
But this power has twisted the Dark Lord Riddles.
He begins to put pretty-good-but-not-truly-exceptional games like Bioshock on his top ten list.
He begins to weep alone at night remembering the glorious days when he had a soul.
He begins to lead children into dark alleys and murder them viciously.
But do not judge your Lord. This is just the necessary path for one with such responsibility.
Pray that in the coming days, as the power passes to the far more capable hands of King Ethos, Riddles will return to his former self.
The self that knew how to smile.
The self that knew how to laugh.
The self that knew how to love.
Let us love this Lord Riddles with all our twisted hearts for these remaining days.

Oh, ps, apparently our “like”, “dislike” function is fucked up, but I’m hoping we get it back really soon.
Otherwise, I’ve been listening to the increasing demand for comments, so that might be a reality sooner than we expected, but don’t hold your breath just yet.