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They had been promised, been told, if they could spill the blood of the unsung hero—
What better way to find an unsung hero than a pit? Undue violence with no reason? Chaos! Unpredictability! Unsung would be the hero of the common folk, from dirt, to dirt! And then—
Exaltations! Cries in ecstasy! That's what the other pit was for, after all. When the Doodler, Master of Chaos and Randomness broke through, it would be ravenous. What better meal than the writhing forms of those given prey to eros?
The blood of the innocent, but that could wait. For now, the unsung hero. The first blood. The Doodler. And then the rest. Patience. Then chaos.