As people's inner worlds grow richer, they grow dissatisfied with the ordinariness of reality and entrust their hearts to the splendor of the mind...
And we... begin the harvest!
The angels of Heaven sigh: Everyone says I'm great in a fight, but Revelry is even stronger than me!
The devils of Hell rage: They call me cunning? Revelry has conned me countless times!
The employees of Dream Plenty are exasperated: Revelry is always picking on me because my benefits are so good...
The workers at the Dream Factory grit their teeth: Revelry is the worst, always bullying honest people!
The apostles of Fantasyland are astonished: We're all sneaky bastards, so why is Revelry still such a powerhouse?
And who is Revelry?
“I am Revelry!”
Damn it! God!