A Sith’s…mercy…
A Sith…has mercy…
It isn’t…much of one…
It is…not what you think…
A Sith’s mercy is…bleeding.
It is…a twisted…twisted thing.
Yes…such a tall and twisted thing.
With one black eye and ten long arms.
Sailing…sailing…sailing on a sea of blood.
Only…a sea is an ocean…an ocean…galaxy.
Burn the stars…flay the worlds…scream…ing.
The Pyke is O so brave.
A Sith does appreciate.
The courage of prey.
FLAY. FLAY. FLAY.
Not yet, my man.
I am no man…
Oh, hi, Kam…
Can I play?
‘Fraid not…
Why not?
Ya dead.
When?
Uhh…
Huhh?
Bug…
Ugh..
Yup.
It’s a blade!
That shape!
It can FLAY!
…A…FACE!
A Pyke doubts the trustworthiness of the Sith.
He is, after all, when said and done…not an idiot.
But he was..so very wrong..to assume what he did.
Kayden Skyler is no Sith. Kayden is Kayden is Kayden.
“The Sith are despicable pieces of shit.”
Says a Sith.
“Roaming, roving, reavers and reapers.”
Shrugs a Sith.
“I wear their mask but their code is piss.”
A true man has no code except his own.
A naked man, flayed, sees a shape: “E”.
Reminds of a Toydarian’s missing wings.
Pigs, Pykes…skinned Toydarian’s bones.
“Sith…Jedi…they are all so…very…trite.”
Kayden, Kayden calls Kayden…O Kay-den.
“See, I’m only in this business for its power.”
Speaks in seconds, no minutes, hand’s hour.
“But a guy like me can’t really join the Jedi…”
It was an interesting theory, indeed, but no chance.
The Jedi Order would not take this one here man…
A man knows the door’s closed—has tried it before.
So a man—KAYDEN—builds his own door…a throne.
“You see, little ant, there is no one like me… Only…me…”
A Pyke cannot see it! The Jedi can’t! Neither can the Sith!
They’re all so very weak, bent their knees to the wrong king.
Kayden serves himself...yes...but Darkness too…his queen…
Light is bright, black is black, but the dark side is manifested!
NOOOOO. MAKE IT STOP. TOO HOT. OH NO MY BOOOONES.
But Kayden isn’t listening! Loves a good scream! CHOOOKE.
“I was…in a tank…a naked man in a tank…such…sweet black.”
He wears Jigsaw’s mask, our madman, mad as a sadist’s kiss!
He blinks himself out of it. Remembering a red welkin’s dark pit.
Smells a factory’s stench of death, moldy blood like wet armpit.
“Kayden…Kayden…Kayden…they scream…allies…enemies…”
It’s a paradox, kind of spinning top, like the deception in Inception.
“They are…screaming…ugly…pretty…guttural…guttered…meat.”
A man is no cannibal though. Again like Ramsay. But…Euron too.
The fourth wall is made of brick but brick is brittle—can be broken.
This isn’t Game of Thrones, no, it’s Star Wars—stories in oceans.
A man is of House Skyler, if there was one, but lies are yet potions.
“Vader was bad, Palpatine was badder…but…who…is…madder?”
The Pyke by now, clinging to a ceiling, invisible pike, knows answer.
“Jedi, Sith...order vs. chaos...but order is a bridge, chaos is a ladder.”
Some would actually call chaos a gaping pit, but they’re of no matter.
If a gaping pit is waiting to swallow the galaxy whole…then KAYDEN IS.
“You speak truth, my Pyke and for that will not die. I’ll find Cul Laaster.”
A SITH IS NO LIAR.
BUT KAYDEN IS...
Ohhh be different!
I’ll be…indifferent.
“So…your little lizard friend has already beaten me to the city, then.”
Perfect. I’ll flay his skin from knees to teeth. Feed puppies his shins.
A Sith releases a Pyke so that he falls from ceiling’s height to a floor.
That Pyke really does not realize he has just opened a…dark door.
“Call your girlfriends, if you wish, and scour this factory all hours.
You’ll find no fingerprints, just screams on walls, bloody showers.
That’s if you dare to come back..a dead man against my power.”
Kayden is nearing the peak of his thanks to other factory’s tower.
“So flee, little flee, and take your blasters with thee.”
BIT OF AN ACTOR, EH, KAY!? MAD…HATTER.
“I’m about to draw the dark side to me in this factory.”
And a Pyke guy does not want to be in it at that time."
Snake.
Rage.
Pain.
Hate.
Flay.
Kayden Skyler seeks to peel back the fabrics of time and space.
Darkness, the dark side, death, yes…our Thanos seeks to wake.
He enjoys it, a Sith and his work, laughs at screams…at…pain…
In his mind, time is eternity, space is infinite, so he will never age.
KAYDEN. KAYDEN. Screams transform into roars! KAYDENN.
A Sith wears many faces: Eddie, Trager, Ramsay, Euron, Jig.
Gregor, Thanos, Lector...more...but right now...he is Baelish!
@Sicadorito
A Sith…has mercy…
It isn’t…much of one…
It is…not what you think…
A Sith’s mercy is…bleeding.
It is…a twisted…twisted thing.
Yes…such a tall and twisted thing.
With one black eye and ten long arms.
Sailing…sailing…sailing on a sea of blood.
Only…a sea is an ocean…an ocean…galaxy.
Burn the stars…flay the worlds…scream…ing.
The Pyke is O so brave.
A Sith does appreciate.
The courage of prey.
FLAY. FLAY. FLAY.
Not yet, my man.
I am no man…
Oh, hi, Kam…
Can I play?
‘Fraid not…
Why not?
Ya dead.
When?
Uhh…
Huhh?
Bug…
Ugh..
Yup.
It’s a blade!
That shape!
It can FLAY!
…A…FACE!
A Pyke doubts the trustworthiness of the Sith.
He is, after all, when said and done…not an idiot.
But he was..so very wrong..to assume what he did.
Kayden Skyler is no Sith. Kayden is Kayden is Kayden.
“The Sith are despicable pieces of shit.”
Says a Sith.
“Roaming, roving, reavers and reapers.”
Shrugs a Sith.
“I wear their mask but their code is piss.”
A true man has no code except his own.
A naked man, flayed, sees a shape: “E”.
Reminds of a Toydarian’s missing wings.
Pigs, Pykes…skinned Toydarian’s bones.
“Sith…Jedi…they are all so…very…trite.”
Kayden, Kayden calls Kayden…O Kay-den.
“See, I’m only in this business for its power.”
Speaks in seconds, no minutes, hand’s hour.
“But a guy like me can’t really join the Jedi…”
It was an interesting theory, indeed, but no chance.
The Jedi Order would not take this one here man…
A man knows the door’s closed—has tried it before.
So a man—KAYDEN—builds his own door…a throne.
“You see, little ant, there is no one like me… Only…me…”
A Pyke cannot see it! The Jedi can’t! Neither can the Sith!
They’re all so very weak, bent their knees to the wrong king.
Kayden serves himself...yes...but Darkness too…his queen…
Light is bright, black is black, but the dark side is manifested!
NOOOOO. MAKE IT STOP. TOO HOT. OH NO MY BOOOONES.
But Kayden isn’t listening! Loves a good scream! CHOOOKE.
“I was…in a tank…a naked man in a tank…such…sweet black.”
He wears Jigsaw’s mask, our madman, mad as a sadist’s kiss!
He blinks himself out of it. Remembering a red welkin’s dark pit.
Smells a factory’s stench of death, moldy blood like wet armpit.
“Kayden…Kayden…Kayden…they scream…allies…enemies…”
It’s a paradox, kind of spinning top, like the deception in Inception.
“They are…screaming…ugly…pretty…guttural…guttered…meat.”
A man is no cannibal though. Again like Ramsay. But…Euron too.
The fourth wall is made of brick but brick is brittle—can be broken.
This isn’t Game of Thrones, no, it’s Star Wars—stories in oceans.
A man is of House Skyler, if there was one, but lies are yet potions.
“Vader was bad, Palpatine was badder…but…who…is…madder?”
The Pyke by now, clinging to a ceiling, invisible pike, knows answer.
“Jedi, Sith...order vs. chaos...but order is a bridge, chaos is a ladder.”
Some would actually call chaos a gaping pit, but they’re of no matter.
If a gaping pit is waiting to swallow the galaxy whole…then KAYDEN IS.
“You speak truth, my Pyke and for that will not die. I’ll find Cul Laaster.”
A SITH IS NO LIAR.
BUT KAYDEN IS...
Ohhh be different!
I’ll be…indifferent.
“So…your little lizard friend has already beaten me to the city, then.”
Perfect. I’ll flay his skin from knees to teeth. Feed puppies his shins.
A Sith releases a Pyke so that he falls from ceiling’s height to a floor.
That Pyke really does not realize he has just opened a…dark door.
“Call your girlfriends, if you wish, and scour this factory all hours.
You’ll find no fingerprints, just screams on walls, bloody showers.
That’s if you dare to come back..a dead man against my power.”
Kayden is nearing the peak of his thanks to other factory’s tower.
“So flee, little flee, and take your blasters with thee.”
BIT OF AN ACTOR, EH, KAY!? MAD…HATTER.
“I’m about to draw the dark side to me in this factory.”
And a Pyke guy does not want to be in it at that time."
Snake.
Rage.
Pain.
Hate.
Flay.
Kayden Skyler seeks to peel back the fabrics of time and space.
Darkness, the dark side, death, yes…our Thanos seeks to wake.
He enjoys it, a Sith and his work, laughs at screams…at…pain…
In his mind, time is eternity, space is infinite, so he will never age.
KAYDEN. KAYDEN. Screams transform into roars! KAYDENN.
A Sith wears many faces: Eddie, Trager, Ramsay, Euron, Jig.
Gregor, Thanos, Lector...more...but right now...he is Baelish!
@Sicadorito