The Plague Focal Abyss turned upside down,
On the stage watched by all the plague lords,
The enormous screen rose.
"I want to play a Game (I want to play a game). Mr. Ruben, have you heard the story of Art Kramer?"
Perhaps it was the effect of the stage, perhaps William's eloquence, or perhaps the name itself produced an almost curse-like effect when spoken in the Plague Focal World.
Even an existence like Ruben showed some interest upon hearing it.
"Tell me about it."
William on the screen immediately transformed into a storyteller, beginning with "Evil Tumor Incarnation." He embellished the tale here and there, but everything was based on objective fact.
After hearing the entire story, Ruben felt regret over the loss of such a malicious talent. "What a pity. If someone like that had survived and come to my City of Evil, how wonderful would that have been?"
Seeing that Ruben was interested, William on the screen smiled. He looked nothing like someone facing an opponent. Instead, he seemed like he was trying to please his boss as he did on ordinary days.
William patted the back of his head. "Art, come out and greet the Prison Boss."
The next second,
A malice like that described in the story spilled from the flat screen.
William's head twisted in an extremely bizarre fashion, rotating 180 degrees and turning the back of his head, hidden beneath his hair, toward the front. A tall, unnatural bridge of a nose even protruded from between the strands.
As William slowly pried his hair apart with all ten fingers,
A loathsome clown's face emerged, making even some of the plague lords present feel slightly uncomfortable.
Art repeatedly rubbed his mouthful of nauseating yellow teeth. With his tongue forming the shape of a palm,