*ahahaha, my girlfriend had a mental breakdown over the weekend and caused me to do the same. I am mentally unstable rn*
-annnnd I'm back on my star wars kick as well-
Resistance. Rebellion. Defiance.
There is a roar as Tie-Fighters swarm over the woods firing at approaching X-Wings.
These are concepts that cannot be allowed to persist.
AT-AT's crush trees and blast at unseen rebels on the ground. A rocket flares from the trees, exploding against its armored side.
You are but one of many tools by which these ideas shall be burned away.
Rebels and Stormtroopers fight in the woods, bodies litter the ground as cries for help and cries to arms are heard.
The cadaver collector walks through the woods, occasionally picking up a body and slamming it onto one of its body spikes like a twisted mechanical shrike. “I say, this is truly interesting! My job may be heavily simplified!”
A few rebels are retreating from a battalion of troopers chasing after them.
“Excuse me! What exactly are you all fighting over?” It asks politely.
"Freedom from the empire. Also what in the world are you?" a rebel asks.
“A traveler! I’m going to catalogue every aspect of this world, then destroy it completely.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ahahaha, my girlfriend had a mental breakdown over the weekend and caused me to do the same. I am mentally unstable rn*
-annnnd I'm back on my star wars kick as well-
Resistance. Rebellion. Defiance.
There is a roar as Tie-Fighters swarm over the woods firing at approaching X-Wings.
These are concepts that cannot be allowed to persist.
AT-AT's crush trees and blast at unseen rebels on the ground. A rocket flares from the trees, exploding against its armored side.
You are but one of many tools by which these ideas shall be burned away.
Rebels and Stormtroopers fight in the woods, bodies litter the ground as cries for help and cries to arms are heard.
The cadaver collector walks through the woods, occasionally picking up a body and slamming it onto one of its body spikes like a twisted mechanical shrike. “I say, this is truly interesting! My job may be heavily simplified!”
A few rebels are retreating from a battalion of troopers chasing after them.
“Excuse me! What exactly are you all fighting over?” It asks politely.
"Freedom from the empire. Also what in the world are you?" a rebel asks.
“A traveler! I’m going to catalogue every aspect of this world, then destroy it completely.”
"That's...cool?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ahahaha, my girlfriend had a mental breakdown over the weekend and caused me to do the same. I am mentally unstable rn*
-annnnd I'm back on my star wars kick as well-
Resistance. Rebellion. Defiance.
There is a roar as Tie-Fighters swarm over the woods firing at approaching X-Wings.
These are concepts that cannot be allowed to persist.
AT-AT's crush trees and blast at unseen rebels on the ground. A rocket flares from the trees, exploding against its armored side.
You are but one of many tools by which these ideas shall be burned away.
Rebels and Stormtroopers fight in the woods, bodies litter the ground as cries for help and cries to arms are heard.
The cadaver collector walks through the woods, occasionally picking up a body and slamming it onto one of its body spikes like a twisted mechanical shrike. “I say, this is truly interesting! My job may be heavily simplified!”
A few rebels are retreating from a battalion of troopers chasing after them.
“Excuse me! What exactly are you all fighting over?” It asks politely.
"Freedom from the empire. Also what in the world are you?" a rebel asks.
“A traveler! I’m going to catalogue every aspect of this world, then destroy it completely.”
"That's...cool?"
“Well, everyone will die. Except for those I take back to the Archive.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ahahaha, my girlfriend had a mental breakdown over the weekend and caused me to do the same. I am mentally unstable rn*
-annnnd I'm back on my star wars kick as well-
Resistance. Rebellion. Defiance.
There is a roar as Tie-Fighters swarm over the woods firing at approaching X-Wings.
These are concepts that cannot be allowed to persist.
AT-AT's crush trees and blast at unseen rebels on the ground. A rocket flares from the trees, exploding against its armored side.
You are but one of many tools by which these ideas shall be burned away.
Rebels and Stormtroopers fight in the woods, bodies litter the ground as cries for help and cries to arms are heard.
The cadaver collector walks through the woods, occasionally picking up a body and slamming it onto one of its body spikes like a twisted mechanical shrike. “I say, this is truly interesting! My job may be heavily simplified!”
A few rebels are retreating from a battalion of troopers chasing after them.
“Excuse me! What exactly are you all fighting over?” It asks politely.
"Freedom from the empire. Also what in the world are you?" a rebel asks.
“A traveler! I’m going to catalogue every aspect of this world, then destroy it completely.”
"That's...cool?"
“Well, everyone will die. Except for those I take back to the Archive.”
"Archive?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rene is humming to herself as she sips a mug of tea while writing in her journal.
Jack is bandaging his wrists, grumbling.
Russ is sitting outside, smoking.
Thirteen is silently writing in his journal, occasionally looking up at Rene.
Caramel walks by him and rubs against his leg.
Rene feels she is being stared at and looks over at Thirteen. She makes a happy noise and waves.
Jack looks down and chuckles "Hey Caramel.." He pets their head.
He nods in her direction.
<Hello Jack! Are you injured?>
She gets up and walks over, bowing "Hello. I am Sister Flores.. Is there a reason you are staring at me?" he asked, tilting her head.
"Eh, a bit. Nothing bad." He chuckled.
“No. Well. It’s slightly humorous how both of us are doing very similar actions. It’s a bit like a carnival mirror or a camera filter.”
<Your tendons are important. Wrist damage could ruin your ability to use your hands.>
"Oh." She chuckles and tilts her head "Sorry... I was just writing down my tasks for the day."
"I know that." He said and rolled his eyes.
“I was writing about Laudanism and the associated incomprehensible celestial beings.”
<Well what happened?>
"Oh dear, those are the worst but also the best." She said and giggled.
"I punched someone." he said and chuckled.
“The Illuminated Host is full of strange entities. Cambiel in particular has befuddled me.”
<Who?>
"Huh, I didnt know that.." She said.
"A guy who insulted me.. Call me a.. name.."
“Metaphysics, particularly in regard to comprehension of gods, was complex enough without being embodied.”
<I see.>
She tilts her head "Huh.. Then why study it?"
"Yep.."
“Everything needs to be studied, even if it hurts. If we never studied plants, we’d have never learned what was poisonous. If we never studied medicine, we’d have never cured all the diseases that have been wiped out in the modern era. If we never studied quantum physics, we’d have never discovered tau leptons. Actually, we could do without the last one, but still.”
<Where is this person now?>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You can try. You know you'll fail." He said, folding his arms over his chest.
"What exactly are you looking for?" He asked.
She shakes slightly "I'm fine.. It's fine.."
He tilts his head, grinning.
"who said I will?" he snarls, hands glowing with godly power.
"Just flowers."
he hugs her gently. "I'm sorry.."
One trooper swing shis blaster at them. Attack: 29 Damage: 17
"Put it like this." Spawn said, eyes narrowed "You continue to drink like this and end up in alleyways wishing to perish then go ahead, I won't stop you, but your choices will show Lore that you are unfit to be by her side. Then I will take her for myself and you will be alone again." He said, his tone cold.
"What for?" He asked, tilting his head.
She stiffens "Its okay.. You were mad"
Before the blaster can hit him, the man is behind him again with a grin. "Aww meany poo."
*ahahaha, my girlfriend had a mental breakdown over the weekend and caused me to do the same. I am mentally unstable rn*
-annnnd I'm back on my star wars kick as well-
Resistance. Rebellion. Defiance.
There is a roar as Tie-Fighters swarm over the woods firing at approaching X-Wings.
These are concepts that cannot be allowed to persist.
AT-AT's crush trees and blast at unseen rebels on the ground. A rocket flares from the trees, exploding against its armored side.
You are but one of many tools by which these ideas shall be burned away.
Rebels and Stormtroopers fight in the woods, bodies litter the ground as cries for help and cries to arms are heard.
The cadaver collector walks through the woods, occasionally picking up a body and slamming it onto one of its body spikes like a twisted mechanical shrike. “I say, this is truly interesting! My job may be heavily simplified!”
A few rebels are retreating from a battalion of troopers chasing after them.
“Excuse me! What exactly are you all fighting over?” It asks politely.
"Freedom from the empire. Also what in the world are you?" a rebel asks.
“A traveler! I’m going to catalogue every aspect of this world, then destroy it completely.”
"That's...cool?"
“Well, everyone will die. Except for those I take back to the Archive.”
"Archive?"
“My museum of destroyed worlds. Father is quite proud of what I’ve made so far. My siblings and I have added to it greatly.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rene is humming to herself as she sips a mug of tea while writing in her journal.
Jack is bandaging his wrists, grumbling.
Russ is sitting outside, smoking.
Thirteen is silently writing in his journal, occasionally looking up at Rene.
Caramel walks by him and rubs against his leg.
Rene feels she is being stared at and looks over at Thirteen. She makes a happy noise and waves.
Jack looks down and chuckles "Hey Caramel.." He pets their head.
He nods in her direction.
<Hello Jack! Are you injured?>
She gets up and walks over, bowing "Hello. I am Sister Flores.. Is there a reason you are staring at me?" he asked, tilting her head.
"Eh, a bit. Nothing bad." He chuckled.
“No. Well. It’s slightly humorous how both of us are doing very similar actions. It’s a bit like a carnival mirror or a camera filter.”
<Your tendons are important. Wrist damage could ruin your ability to use your hands.>
"Oh." She chuckles and tilts her head "Sorry... I was just writing down my tasks for the day."
"I know that." He said and rolled his eyes.
“I was writing about Laudanism and the associated incomprehensible celestial beings.”
<Well what happened?>
"Oh dear, those are the worst but also the best." She said and giggled.
"I punched someone." he said and chuckled.
“The Illuminated Host is full of strange entities. Cambiel in particular has befuddled me.”
<Who?>
"Huh, I didnt know that.." She said.
"A guy who insulted me.. Call me a.. name.."
“Metaphysics, particularly in regard to comprehension of gods, was complex enough without being embodied.”
<I see.>
She tilts her head "Huh.. Then why study it?"
"Yep.."
“Everything needs to be studied, even if it hurts. If we never studied plants, we’d have never learned what was poisonous. If we never studied medicine, we’d have never cured all the diseases that have been wiped out in the modern era. If we never studied quantum physics, we’d have never discovered tau leptons. Actually, we could do without the last one, but still.”
"You can try. You know you'll fail." He said, folding his arms over his chest.
"What exactly are you looking for?" He asked.
She shakes slightly "I'm fine.. It's fine.."
He tilts his head, grinning.
"who said I will?" he snarls, hands glowing with godly power.
"Just flowers."
he hugs her gently. "I'm sorry.."
One trooper swing shis blaster at them. Attack: 29 Damage: 17
"Put it like this." Spawn said, eyes narrowed "You continue to drink like this and end up in alleyways wishing to perish then go ahead, I won't stop you, but your choices will show Lore that you are unfit to be by her side. Then I will take her for myself and you will be alone again." He said, his tone cold.
"What for?" He asked, tilting his head.
She stiffens "Its okay.. You were mad"
Before the blaster can hit him, the man is behind him again with a grin. "Aww meany poo."
There's jaw twitches as he grabs Spawn by his throat, eyes going black as well as his veins. "Then let me remind you of something Al Simmons." he says, voice doubling. "I was joined with a god at one point. I could strip you to your bones and leave you suffering in internal torment."
"For you silly."
"it still gives me no right to snap at anybody.."
"Stay back!"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ahahaha, my girlfriend had a mental breakdown over the weekend and caused me to do the same. I am mentally unstable rn*
-annnnd I'm back on my star wars kick as well-
Resistance. Rebellion. Defiance.
There is a roar as Tie-Fighters swarm over the woods firing at approaching X-Wings.
These are concepts that cannot be allowed to persist.
AT-AT's crush trees and blast at unseen rebels on the ground. A rocket flares from the trees, exploding against its armored side.
You are but one of many tools by which these ideas shall be burned away.
Rebels and Stormtroopers fight in the woods, bodies litter the ground as cries for help and cries to arms are heard.
The cadaver collector walks through the woods, occasionally picking up a body and slamming it onto one of its body spikes like a twisted mechanical shrike. “I say, this is truly interesting! My job may be heavily simplified!”
A few rebels are retreating from a battalion of troopers chasing after them.
“Excuse me! What exactly are you all fighting over?” It asks politely.
"Freedom from the empire. Also what in the world are you?" a rebel asks.
“A traveler! I’m going to catalogue every aspect of this world, then destroy it completely.”
"That's...cool?"
“Well, everyone will die. Except for those I take back to the Archive.”
"Archive?"
“My museum of destroyed worlds. Father is quite proud of what I’ve made so far. My siblings and I have added to it greatly.”
"C-cool." the rebel says, now wary of them
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rene is humming to herself as she sips a mug of tea while writing in her journal.
Jack is bandaging his wrists, grumbling.
Russ is sitting outside, smoking.
Thirteen is silently writing in his journal, occasionally looking up at Rene.
Caramel walks by him and rubs against his leg.
Rene feels she is being stared at and looks over at Thirteen. She makes a happy noise and waves.
Jack looks down and chuckles "Hey Caramel.." He pets their head.
He nods in her direction.
<Hello Jack! Are you injured?>
She gets up and walks over, bowing "Hello. I am Sister Flores.. Is there a reason you are staring at me?" he asked, tilting her head.
"Eh, a bit. Nothing bad." He chuckled.
“No. Well. It’s slightly humorous how both of us are doing very similar actions. It’s a bit like a carnival mirror or a camera filter.”
<Your tendons are important. Wrist damage could ruin your ability to use your hands.>
"Oh." She chuckles and tilts her head "Sorry... I was just writing down my tasks for the day."
"I know that." He said and rolled his eyes.
“I was writing about Laudanism and the associated incomprehensible celestial beings.”
<Well what happened?>
"Oh dear, those are the worst but also the best." She said and giggled.
"I punched someone." he said and chuckled.
“The Illuminated Host is full of strange entities. Cambiel in particular has befuddled me.”
<Who?>
"Huh, I didnt know that.." She said.
"A guy who insulted me.. Call me a.. name.."
“Metaphysics, particularly in regard to comprehension of gods, was complex enough without being embodied.”
<I see.>
She tilts her head "Huh.. Then why study it?"
"Yep.."
“Everything needs to be studied, even if it hurts. If we never studied plants, we’d have never learned what was poisonous. If we never studied medicine, we’d have never cured all the diseases that have been wiped out in the modern era. If we never studied quantum physics, we’d have never discovered tau leptons. Actually, we could do without the last one, but still.”
<Where is this person now?>
"True.. true.." She nodded, thinking it over.
"Most likely nursing a bloody nose." He shrugged.
“Science allows us to find wonder in the smallest and largest things. The further you venture, the more you cherish the knowledge we have. We become greater people through science.”
<Good.>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ahahaha, my girlfriend had a mental breakdown over the weekend and caused me to do the same. I am mentally unstable rn*
-annnnd I'm back on my star wars kick as well-
Resistance. Rebellion. Defiance.
There is a roar as Tie-Fighters swarm over the woods firing at approaching X-Wings.
These are concepts that cannot be allowed to persist.
AT-AT's crush trees and blast at unseen rebels on the ground. A rocket flares from the trees, exploding against its armored side.
You are but one of many tools by which these ideas shall be burned away.
Rebels and Stormtroopers fight in the woods, bodies litter the ground as cries for help and cries to arms are heard.
The cadaver collector walks through the woods, occasionally picking up a body and slamming it onto one of its body spikes like a twisted mechanical shrike. “I say, this is truly interesting! My job may be heavily simplified!”
A few rebels are retreating from a battalion of troopers chasing after them.
“Excuse me! What exactly are you all fighting over?” It asks politely.
"Freedom from the empire. Also what in the world are you?" a rebel asks.
“A traveler! I’m going to catalogue every aspect of this world, then destroy it completely.”
"That's...cool?"
“Well, everyone will die. Except for those I take back to the Archive.”
"Archive?"
“My museum of destroyed worlds. Father is quite proud of what I’ve made so far. My siblings and I have added to it greatly.”
"C-cool." the rebel says, now wary of them
“Would you like to go there? The layout is nice, so I’ve been told.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ahahaha, my girlfriend had a mental breakdown over the weekend and caused me to do the same. I am mentally unstable rn*
-annnnd I'm back on my star wars kick as well-
Resistance. Rebellion. Defiance.
There is a roar as Tie-Fighters swarm over the woods firing at approaching X-Wings.
These are concepts that cannot be allowed to persist.
AT-AT's crush trees and blast at unseen rebels on the ground. A rocket flares from the trees, exploding against its armored side.
You are but one of many tools by which these ideas shall be burned away.
Rebels and Stormtroopers fight in the woods, bodies litter the ground as cries for help and cries to arms are heard.
The cadaver collector walks through the woods, occasionally picking up a body and slamming it onto one of its body spikes like a twisted mechanical shrike. “I say, this is truly interesting! My job may be heavily simplified!”
A few rebels are retreating from a battalion of troopers chasing after them.
“Excuse me! What exactly are you all fighting over?” It asks politely.
"Freedom from the empire. Also what in the world are you?" a rebel asks.
“A traveler! I’m going to catalogue every aspect of this world, then destroy it completely.”
"That's...cool?"
“Well, everyone will die. Except for those I take back to the Archive.”
"Archive?"
“My museum of destroyed worlds. Father is quite proud of what I’ve made so far. My siblings and I have added to it greatly.”
"C-cool." the rebel says, now wary of them
“Would you like to go there? The layout is nice, so I’ve been told.”
"no thanks. The fight is here."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ahahaha, my girlfriend had a mental breakdown over the weekend and caused me to do the same. I am mentally unstable rn*
-annnnd I'm back on my star wars kick as well-
Resistance. Rebellion. Defiance.
There is a roar as Tie-Fighters swarm over the woods firing at approaching X-Wings.
These are concepts that cannot be allowed to persist.
AT-AT's crush trees and blast at unseen rebels on the ground. A rocket flares from the trees, exploding against its armored side.
You are but one of many tools by which these ideas shall be burned away.
Rebels and Stormtroopers fight in the woods, bodies litter the ground as cries for help and cries to arms are heard.
The cadaver collector walks through the woods, occasionally picking up a body and slamming it onto one of its body spikes like a twisted mechanical shrike. “I say, this is truly interesting! My job may be heavily simplified!”
A few rebels are retreating from a battalion of troopers chasing after them.
“Excuse me! What exactly are you all fighting over?” It asks politely.
"Freedom from the empire. Also what in the world are you?" a rebel asks.
“A traveler! I’m going to catalogue every aspect of this world, then destroy it completely.”
"That's...cool?"
“Well, everyone will die. Except for those I take back to the Archive.”
"Archive?"
“My museum of destroyed worlds. Father is quite proud of what I’ve made so far. My siblings and I have added to it greatly.”
"C-cool." the rebel says, now wary of them
“Would you like to go there? The layout is nice, so I’ve been told.”
"no thanks. The fight is here."
“What a shame. Looks like you’re going to the Archive anyway.” The cadaver collector slams its arms into the rebel violently.
Attack: 21 Damage: 21 bludgeoning damage plus 8 necrotic damage.
Attack: 19 Damage: 18 bludgeoning damage plus 20 necrotic damage.
*get shadow realm’d*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You can try. You know you'll fail." He said, folding his arms over his chest.
"What exactly are you looking for?" He asked.
She shakes slightly "I'm fine.. It's fine.."
He tilts his head, grinning.
"who said I will?" he snarls, hands glowing with godly power.
"Just flowers."
he hugs her gently. "I'm sorry.."
One trooper swing shis blaster at them. Attack: 29 Damage: 17
"Put it like this." Spawn said, eyes narrowed "You continue to drink like this and end up in alleyways wishing to perish then go ahead, I won't stop you, but your choices will show Lore that you are unfit to be by her side. Then I will take her for myself and you will be alone again." He said, his tone cold.
"What for?" He asked, tilting his head.
She stiffens "Its okay.. You were mad"
Before the blaster can hit him, the man is behind him again with a grin. "Aww meany poo."
There's jaw twitches as he grabs Spawn by his throat, eyes going black as well as his veins. "Then let me remind you of something Al Simmons." he says, voice doubling. "I was joined with a god at one point. I could strip you to your bones and leave you suffering in internal torment."
"For you silly."
"it still gives me no right to snap at anybody.."
"Stay back!"
He chuckles "There you go, there is the fire." He chuckles "Keep that fire, become better than what you are." He snarls.
He blinks before his face turns pink "Oh!" He fidgets with his sleeve hem "I'll go get something for you!"
"You were mad, it's okay. I'm okay." She said.
He chuckles "Meany mean meany." he said in a singsong voice.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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"I'm gonna tear you apart."
Phoenix smiles.
"W-wait!" Ban says, walking after her.
"HEY!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“A traveler! I’m going to catalogue every aspect of this world, then destroy it completely.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"That's...cool?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Metaphysics, particularly in regard to comprehension of gods, was complex enough without being embodied.”
<I see.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You can try. You know you'll fail." He said, folding his arms over his chest.
"What exactly are you looking for?" He asked.
She shakes slightly "I'm fine.. It's fine.."
He tilts his head, grinning.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She tilts her head "Huh.. Then why study it?"
"Yep.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Well, everyone will die. Except for those I take back to the Archive.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"who said I will?" he snarls, hands glowing with godly power.
"Just flowers."
he hugs her gently. "I'm sorry.."
One trooper swing shis blaster at them. Attack: 25 Damage: 17
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Archive?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Everything needs to be studied, even if it hurts. If we never studied plants, we’d have never learned what was poisonous. If we never studied medicine, we’d have never cured all the diseases that have been wiped out in the modern era. If we never studied quantum physics, we’d have never discovered tau leptons. Actually, we could do without the last one, but still.”
<Where is this person now?>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Put it like this." Spawn said, eyes narrowed "You continue to drink like this and end up in alleyways wishing to perish then go ahead, I won't stop you, but your choices will show Lore that you are unfit to be by her side. Then I will take her for myself and you will be alone again." He said, his tone cold.
"What for?" He asked, tilting his head.
She stiffens "Its okay.. You were mad"
Before the blaster can hit him, the man is behind him again with a grin. "Aww meany poo."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“My museum of destroyed worlds. Father is quite proud of what I’ve made so far. My siblings and I have added to it greatly.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"True.. true.." She nodded, thinking it over.
"Most likely nursing a bloody nose." He shrugged.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
There's jaw twitches as he grabs Spawn by his throat, eyes going black as well as his veins. "Then let me remind you of something Al Simmons." he says, voice doubling. "I was joined with a god at one point. I could strip you to your bones and leave you suffering in internal torment."
"For you silly."
"it still gives me no right to snap at anybody.."
"Stay back!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"C-cool." the rebel says, now wary of them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Science allows us to find wonder in the smallest and largest things. The further you venture, the more you cherish the knowledge we have. We become greater people through science.”
<Good.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Would you like to go there? The layout is nice, so I’ve been told.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"no thanks. The fight is here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“What a shame. Looks like you’re going to the Archive anyway.” The cadaver collector slams its arms into the rebel violently.
Attack: 21 Damage: 21 bludgeoning damage plus 8 necrotic damage.
Attack: 19 Damage: 18 bludgeoning damage plus 20 necrotic damage.
*get shadow realm’d*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He chuckles "There you go, there is the fire." He chuckles "Keep that fire, become better than what you are." He snarls.
He blinks before his face turns pink "Oh!" He fidgets with his sleeve hem "I'll go get something for you!"
"You were mad, it's okay. I'm okay." She said.
He chuckles "Meany mean meany." he said in a singsong voice.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘