Shireroth

And so the tendrils of darkness spread from Yarak. Down through the pits of nameless horror and unfathomable blackness, the creature spreads its control. Unseen. Unheard. But felt in one's bones like a cold wind which chills the spine. Sko'tt, Prince of the Boreals, now the puppet master behind the curtain. Fear the thing that should not be![/end lovecraftian tribute] Useless art is simply tolerated vandalism. I am a vandal.

Seeing as he has offered to do the job, and that the job is suited to the actions he already takes, Scott Alexander shall from this day forward be the Minister of the Interior. By my hand,Her Niftiness, The Resurrector: Semisa, First of the Name, Kaiseress of Shireroth, Protector of Comstokia, Overlord of the Duchies of Naudia'Diva, Elwynn, and Kildare, Thane of the Shirelands, Keeper of the Apollo Legacy, Grand Master of the Orders of the Dragon, Griffin, Phoenix, and Chimera, Wielder of Vengeance, Bearer of the Celestial Barrier, Countess of Shirekeep, Knight of the Dragon, Arsonirathius of Delvenus, Knight Companion of the Most Magnificent Imperial Order of the Sovereign Viking Crown, Princess of Hvalafell, Priestess of Cedrism, and Lady of the Golden Mango Throne.

Congrats Scott! There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

grats If you feel an icy chill...the Conglacio is amongst you

Quote:And so the tendrils of darkness spread from Yarak. Down through the pits of nameless horror and unfathomable blackness, the creature spreads its control. Unseen. Unheard. But felt in one's bones like a cold wind which chills the spine. Sko'tt, Prince of the Boreals, now the puppet master behind the curtain. Fear the thing that should not be!I officially nominate this as the basic template for all future Ministerial appointment notices. And, yes, congratulations, Scott.

Wait.I offered to do this?When?

When the Kaiseress drew your name from said hat.

The official response should be, Scott: "Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am. I am honored ma'am."There we go. There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.