On the Disc, the Gods aren't so much worshipped, as they are blamed.
The singers all loathe the sight of one another, the chorus despises the singers, they both hate the orchestra, and everyone fears the conductor; the staff on one prompt side won't talk to the staff on the opposite prompt side, the dancers are all crazed from hunger in any case.
There will be justice," said Brutha. "If there is no justice, there is nothing.
Sometimes the only thing you could do for people was to be there.
The pamphlet was very patriotic. That is, it talked about killing foreigners.
Despite rumor, Death isn't cruel--merely terribly, terribly good at his job.