Hatchetfield.

Pokotho's Pontifications

I was, of course, EXTREMELY offended when I discovered that my brother Bliklotep made contact with your universe without consulting the rest of us. I was even more offended when I realised that the second Lord in Black chosen to address you was T'noy Karaxis. Bliklotep had the audacity to say "Pokey, it's the New Year, an address from Tinky is fitting" but who cares?

My voice is the only one that matters, we all know that. I am the only one who can control the minds of humanity single handedly, my hive minds can be absolutely beautiful. My brothers scorn my powers and say I am weak, or foolish. Idiotic beings, the lot of them. Ever since T'noy Karaxis gave his drivelling little speech on the nature of time yesterday, the three of us that are yet to be given a platform in order to vent our emotions and frustrations have been locked in bitter combat.

Nibblenephim was easy enough to dissuade with a large turkey - alive, of course - but Wiggog Y'Wrath was... difficult. In the end I believe I tore a chunk from my arm - I'm made of rock, it's very sad - and threw it in his face. I have been reliably informed by my Sniggles (one of the few times I've deigned to talk to them) that my dearest brother is still concussed. I have often been described as persistent, so I am glad that my cunning mind and dark wiles paid off in order for me to finally have my time in the limelight.

I have no advice for you, nor comfort. You already know that I can see you, you do not need that confirmation once more. I did not choose to do this for your benefit, but for my own, understand that I care not for your thoughts or feelings. I fought for the chance to do this simply so I could finally say what's on my mind, so stop talking and stop thinking of other things. My voice should be the only thing you concentrate on at this time.

Do you know why I love musical theatre? Yes, of course, it's a simple way to form a hive mind, but do you actually know WHY I love musical theatre? I have a deeper reason for this passion, one I would never confess to my brothers, soulless, bloodsucking monsters that they are. You are but a feeble minded human, so this confession is perfectly safe with you. You wouldn't tell anybody, would you? Nobody would believe you if you did, anyway. Alright, now all of that is out of the way, here is the reason why I have a certain fondness for musicals.

At heart, I am something of a romantic. The works of William Shakespeare captivated me when I first saw Romeo and Juliet. The lyrical nature of his verse, the way it danced so swiftly from the actors' tongues, a thousand spoken and unspoken promises of a lifetime of love. I am a being forged in the heart of space, so the concept of star crossed lovers touched me in a way I cannot quite comprehend. Shakespeare is how I first came to love theatre, but as for music, well...

Of all of my brothers, I am the most mindful. I like to be alone with my thoughts, pondering the complexities of the universe and the ways in which I may be the victorious King of various realms. For many centuries, I did not have a means in which to properly focus or drown out the trivial burbling of my idiotic siblings. During the late 1700s to early 1800s, however, I discovered classical music. Mozart or Bach, it doesn't matter, now, but whatever maestro it was I first heard, I was immediately transported. As if a dam had burst inside my brain, it was suddenly so much easier to think, to feel. I believe I even wept, overcome by my emotions, and I am notorious for being mostly emotionless.

Music has a greater power than even I possess, it can command one's heart, enraptured by soaring violins and proud brass wind instruments. I have learnt to play a variety of instruments, and when I first heard the sound of singing I knew that it was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard - one of the only sounds I tolerate aside from my own voice.

Music has the power to hold me in a trance, and theatre touches my heart in a way nothing else can, so you can only imagine how I felt upon learning that humanity had combined the two. Rodgers and Hammerstein were my first introduction to musical theatre, through their interpretation of Cinderella, and of course The Sound of Music. Seeing my two passions combined made me smile, and I do not typically smile. Frivolity is beneath me, and yet... I danced, I laughed, I sang, I was the happiest I've ever been.

Musical theatre felt like something precious, something that only I have an understanding of. I speak its language fluently. Lyrical verse and stunning music intertwine to create something truly beautiful. Of course, I don't need to tell YOU that, do I? You adore the Hatchetfield musicals, perhaps other musicals too. You understand how it feels to be transported to another realm entirely through the sheer power of a composer or lyricist's immense talent.

I am the smartest being in the universe, and even I can allow myself to be lost in fiction. That is why I love musical theatre, I suppose, at the end of the day. It allows one to forget their troubles, or, contrastingly, to confront and understand their feelings. Alright, looking back, it was a shame to weaponise it for a hive mind, but it got the job done, right? Not to mention, my takeover was your first introduction to Hatchetfield. Not T'noy Karaxis and his time travel nonsense, not Nibblenephim and his cult, not Bliklotep's theme park, and not Wiggog Y'Wrath's feeble leadership. No, it was MY musical, MY grand, inevitable victory. If that doesn't make you love musicals, what will?