Bend over, bitch!

Well, I’ve just reawakened the Infant Blood Omen, and it seems that the good-for-nothing contents of my spawn have sat around motionless, waiting for instruction from their creator, in a bar no less – alright for some! Whatever happened to initiative? And what would become of us if we waited for some Supremacy to guide us through every little thing?

I sense a little butt prodding is in order - Think cattle. Big, fat, disobedient cattle beleaguered day in, day out by a short, fat farmer, chewing grass in an uncouth, cud-like fashion. Or, think sultry leather-clad mistress, lovingly honing her slaves for Life as it Should Be, with her sharp silken edge. Whichever you prefer.