Everything seems insincere nowadays , political facade , propaganda and an endless manufacturing of identities .
Did all these people inch away from the raging hatred which seemed would be a stomach churning bloodbath . They turned out ordinary. Why were they here anyways ?, a de-escalation of this magnitude seems impossible.
What I saw felt like they were ready to die for this , they were ready to kill because of a political debate . A few minutes into this debate you could hear someone's mouth foaming from anger , interruptions and mockery was prominent in this debate .
Slowly shouts and insults were being thrown around , this was no longer a debate .
" You throw around this word 'genocide ' , when it definitely is obvious that these people killed themselves In a religious suicide March straight into the ocean , king Gallard was informed of their intentions and the squad was sent to stop this movement , it is all explained . Let me count and zero prophecies and zero brains , yes retards like you would defend them of course "
Shouts and screeches all across the street , someone threw a water bottle and there was a heap of bricks right next to the debaters booth , they were ready to go back and forth .
First brick was about to be swung and shouts arrives and with a crushing weight squashing the riled up crowd into calm , " STOP" .
A man with a ragged cloak and a medivial aura walked into the debaters booth and sat down , picked up the mic and announced , " you guys were talking about me , the best I could do is show up . It's been a thousand years . I'm going to the mist land and I'll wait for your fireworks, people of Gallard "
With a incomprehensible amount of reflections , he dissapers and the crowd could stand and move again .