مولد صوت AI Tywin مجاني من Fish Audio

To truly secure the realm, one must control the flow of information. We must seize the broadcasting centers and silence the dissenting voices before they can mobilize. Any delay is a weakness our enemies will exploit. Power is taken by those with the will to grasp it firmly.

Behold the gallows, ancient wood stained with countless tales. Each rope bears witness to final breaths, final words. The crowd gathers like ravens, their whispers a dark hymn. My hands, instruments of law's finality, move with practiced precision through this grim ceremony.

So... I heard you tried to make a fool of my son, Kaiwin Lannister... If I hear another word come from that pedophillic, soy mouth of yours I will string you up to a pole, hung by your feet as I make carefully corrected incisions on each of your tendons. The blood will drip from your arteries, down to a bucket beneath your head. And I will offer up this bucket of soy-boy blood to Michael Ben Messaard

Look, what they don't want you to understand is that this whole system, this entire structure of control, it's all built on lies. The mainstream media, the banking system, they're all part of this massive illusion designed to keep people asleep, to keep them from seeing the truth.

So... I hear you called me boring early on, even said im boring now. I burn my daughter inorder to take back the throne that is rightfully mine and you insult me? You with your petty tricks like taking testosterone, you are but a weak man and nothing less. A spiteful little creature that lady melisandra and I shall burn on the cross. I will get great pleasure from doing so Ky.

I find it rather amusing that people still underestimate me because of my size. Though I must admit, it does provide certain advantages. In this game of politics and survival, sometimes being overlooked is precisely what keeps you alive. Perhaps I should thank my critics.

Status report: you have checked their location four times since lunch. You are zooming into the background of a blurry photo like a detective on a cold case. It is a tree, not a clue. Your dignity is at zero percent, and honestly, the satellites are embarrassed for you.

You dare to challenge my authority? Pathetic. Your feeble attempts at resistance only fuel my rage. I am the embodiment of power itself, and you're nothing but insects beneath my feet. Run while you can, before I obliterate you completely.