Act of Propaganda

Hi there! How is it going?

Come on! Don't look at me like that. I was wrong, I should've believed you. My bad. It happens to everyone! Okay, let's be friends. We have a lot of things to do.

These demons... Wicked bastards! They are dangerous. Even I shake in my shoes when I see them. What can I expect from the others?

I showed the tentacle you brought from the future to our soldiers after the roll call, to reassure them that the enemy can be defeated. It worked, at first. But now it's rotten, decayed and stinks terribly.

In short, it's no longer advertizable. We need a few more tentacles.

Bring five of them to the north of our camp. Nail them to the pole, so everyone will see!

I already got a complaint that one of our ensigns beat a greenhorn with a tentacle! He tore it off the pole and gave the guy a good slap in the face!

Good sign. Once they were afraid to come near it, and now they casually use it in a brawl. You see, propaganda works!