A Dread & Doomèd Droning

Trepidatious greetings on this Monday, mortals. Last night I found myself playing prey amongst the mighty menhirs, pursued by hideous new mechanisms. Why do ye construct such deadly toys as these?

They fly & hunt of their own faux-volition, able to follow lethal orders long after their mortal commanders forgot them. Already they stalk vast swaths of the planet, slaying coldly, with no regard for age nor innocence.

This is how thy billionaires invest their time & tithes? Thy great generals & kings, this is how they spend thy precious tax monies?

What sane society could sanction such sick systems? There is a dread shadow in the heart of thy culture. What good are thy rulers, who kill in thy name, with machines they one day shall turn upon thee? There is no amount of voting which can overturn this depravity, when most candidates promise yet more blood.

Pick up one more the net & spear of old, mortals, afore these “investments” begin a-buzzing low over thine own neighborhoods—for what tyrants test abroad, they always bring back home.

Thank ye for reading! & we humbly thank that growing clan of mortals who can & do support our works here with coin! GRATIAS!

I shall write ye come Wednesday with more art, & information about our appearances this weekend in Idyllwild! Til then: be safe, be well, & turn those eyes upon the sky…

Cheers,
Amœnus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Autonomous Hater