oo1-[video] ( also backdated to shortly after the bombing)

[falsehoods]

[The video is...poor...to say the least. There is clearly a man, oddly dressed and wearing horns. His eyes are blazing green with anger and he is covered in dust and ash. He doesn't seem used to handling something like the communicator and he's not helped by the occasional burst of static.]

Who, precisely, are these people that dare steal me away from my chambers!? Should I get my hands on the one responsible, I shall strangle.

My people are in dire need of me at this moment and I will not tolerate being herded about like cattle while some nebulous foe strikes me with fire from the sky.

[He hooks a finger at the screen, tipped with a well manicured black nail]

Step you forth, you have called upon a god from the frozen north and he has answered. Pray your answer is to my liking or consider your life forfeit…

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[Voice]

[gratefuldead]

Pft, apparently always was. But I'm gettin' hearsay that none of those assholes are here.

And what about you, mister Smites-A-Lot?

[Voice]

[falsehoods]

Am I often drafted by the gods?