Uncle sat in his conference room with the three representatives of the Invincible Overlord’s religious will present. Good news, everyone, he began, “I believe I’ve found a way around this impasse.”
“Oh?” the cleric of Odin asked first.
“Yes, tell us what way you’ve thought of,” the second cleric, from the Hellbridge temple grumbled.
Uncle cracked a wide, denture filled smile as his liver spots shined in the light. “Well, your concern is that we are showing possibly heretical material over the palantirs, such as with the whole Zargon incident.” The weather still hadn’t stabilized to its normal routine, three days after. “So we shall do two things!”
“First,” Uncle continued, “we shall hire two announcers, one male and one female. The male one shall be someone with charisma and a soothing voice to help citizens either get excited or relax in the face of potentially bothersome material. He shall narrate the whole experience of watching the Blooded Company. The female shall have legs she can walk on, a nice voice, and fill out a sweater appropriately.”
The cleric of Odin cocked a brow. “How does that help prevent heresy?”
“Oh, it doesn’t,” Uncle replied, “but it will certainly drive up my viewership, and thus demand for advertisements.” He paused to clear his throat, then continued with: “As for reducing heresy, we will have a group of priests on hand at all times who can help edit material seen on the stream by introducing a 45 second delay. Shouldn’t be too bad.”
“And what shall we call this new body?” the Hellbridge priest grumbled.
“Since you will all share responsibility equally to prevent heresy, I propose the board of appointed priests be known as the Federated Clerics Commission, or FCC for short.”
“It is done,” the priests agreed.