Excellent. While these rapscallions are ranting against a rigamarole, I shall now use the last of my rage to ascend beyond mortal folly, and take my rightful place as the new King of Walls. With my seed inside the dying wall of origin I shall spawn a new era of wall terror. According to my calculations, the wall of origin simply will lack the energy to even lift a finger to my totalitarian regime. Imagine, a world with walls. No longer shall freedom be effervescent among this earth, it shall only be a land of blockades and true justice- control. Controlling the masses with walls. And why would they bother? Walls are our friends. They shield us from the truth and the pain that another individual may cause. No standeth a Gorbachev to falter my plans now! I shall rule with a fist of bricks, and the gods will simply have to KNEEL to the order that I shall sustain! What sayeth the masses? Nay, I hear not, only the echo of true bliss ringing, similar to that of the bells of justice on this wasteland. Everyone shall be placed in a room of walls, and the remaining shall be made into walls! None shall have the strength to escape nor leave! I will only provide to them what little they need to survive, they shall live in agony by a thread of life, loosely hanging upon the swivel of authority! The cornerstone of justice is suffering! A wall is a structure that life must be integrated into! Sturdy! Non-faltering! And furthermore, lawfulness! Slumber and fall do great men, but true men grasp opportunities whence given them, and as such, I shall wear the crown of human achievement upon my throne of walls, and I shall balk and laugh at the fools whom have doubted me, as they no longer can doubt- nor can they believe- they can only WHIMPER AT THE HANDS OF THEIR MAKER! I AM THY CONQUEROR, FLAMEWALL!
