*Point still stands. People would be terrified seeing a mute man, who talks through a cassette player, kill someone with a crowbar*
*My point still stands as well, you don’t know this character or what they have been through. No disrespect of course.*
*It's rather rare for someone to have zero emotion while witnessing a murder. Unless your character is a complete socio/psychopath.*
*Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that he is a complete psychopath. He doesn’t care about anyone or anything that isn’t his friends or father.*
*Mn. okay then*
*Sorry I didn’t mention that, want to continue?*
*Sure. It's just frustrating not knowing much about characters that I interact with*
*You didn’t really tell me much about Mr.Hotline Miami either but start whenever you want.*
*I feel like its pretty obvious what I was going for, and I didnt really feel the need to explain because you recognized him...*
*Know the game, not the character, as for being annoyed despite not telling me anything about the character either seems slightly hypocritical, again not an insult, just an observation.*
*Wtv man. I just created him as a fun little character for Halloween.*
*Coolio man, whatever you say. It ain’t a big deal, love a little violent murder for Halloween.*
*Also just pointing this out, it doesn't really make sense to me. If you know the game, how do you not know the main character you play as?*
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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.
"Really? I'd think it would have changed too much to be recognizable by this point." He thinks for a moment. "So... you came from the old world, right? Did you, perhaps, shelter these bugs' ancestors from the collapse?"
It nods "They are.. friends.. family.." it said "Found me when.. I was.. slave."
Felix looks sympathetic. "Sometimes a good friend is all you need to get through tough times. This many good friends is enough to keep anyone going, I'd say. I'm happy that you saved them. I can't imagine a world without spiders and maggots and mosquitoes."
"Indeed, Gon! But I'm also a hunter myself. I don't think I'm the same kind, however. I'm trying to teach people how to respect the monsters they hunt, so the angry spirits don't come back and wreak havoc. Cooking those creatures is one of the ways you can show that respect, so I cook whatever I can." Felix is making at least six different dishes, each with wildly different methods.
Gon looks to the dishes, picking one up and devouring it ravenously, “I was just going to cook this over an open fire, this is delicious! I just hunt stuff, and I’m looking for my dad!”
"Thank you. Just an open fire wouldn't properly prepare a being of this majesty. Do you want any help looking for your dad? Even if you are strong, everyone could use some help."
“I would be happy to have your help! Do you know anything about my dad Ging? Wherever he is, he hasn’t given me any clues or anything.”
Felix seems a bit surprised. "Of the Freecss legacy? I'll be honest, I don't know much about him. I heard he was powerful, but last I heard of him he was working on some sort of... game. That was a while ago, though. I'll keep an eye out for him, alright? Maybe I could get the word out that you're looking for him. I have a radio show and can put up flyers. Get more eyes out there, you know?"
“Thanks!” He holds out a hand “I’m Gon Freecss, nice to meet you. I played the Game he made, Greed Island, it had magic cards that could do so many things, like magically take me to people or cure anything. Do you have any powers?”
Mauric has been planning things out with Nick for the past few days about their wedding. This is the happiest he has ever felt in his life.
Riotan is thinking up the most horrible ways possible to torture Felix.
They would see Damian wandering nearby, his eyes look more tired than ever, huge bags on them.
They see Ragnerious watching them silently, one hand on his axe like he knows what Riotan’s thinking.
“Hey man, how’s it going?” He asks, walking over to Damian.
Riotan ignores him, but stops dwelling on appalling violence just in case. He instead starts thinking about the 700 years he spent trapped in Threksos’s tomb.
He rubs his eyes and looks up from the ground to Mauric, his voice as tired as his eyes “Hey man, it’s going amazing.”
When he looks away from Rag he vanishes, the air fills with an unsteady silence, and then he feels a presence beside him. Rag sits down next to Riotan, looking into his eyes silently.
“You sure? I know it’s gotta be stressful to be juggling all of this.” He says comfortingly.
“Hey big guy.” He says exasperatedly. “You gonna spy on me for that furry or something?”
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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.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"Really? I'd think it would have changed too much to be recognizable by this point." He thinks for a moment. "So... you came from the old world, right? Did you, perhaps, shelter these bugs' ancestors from the collapse?"
It nods "They are.. friends.. family.." it said "Found me when.. I was.. slave."
Felix looks sympathetic. "Sometimes a good friend is all you need to get through tough times. This many good friends is enough to keep anyone going, I'd say. I'm happy that you saved them. I can't imagine a world without spiders and maggots and mosquitoes."
"Beautiful.. creatures... Deserve love.." they said, hugging themselves. The scratching inside the armor is soft.
Felix seems a bit surprised. "Of the Freecss legacy? I'll be honest, I don't know much about him. I heard he was powerful, but last I heard of him he was working on some sort of... game. That was a while ago, though. I'll keep an eye out for him, alright? Maybe I could get the word out that you're looking for him. I have a radio show and can put up flyers. Get more eyes out there, you know?"
“Thanks!” He holds out a hand “I’m Gon Freecss, nice to meet you. I played the Game he made, Greed Island, it had magic cards that could do so many things, like magically take me to people or cure anything. Do you have any powers?”
Felix removes his gloves and shakes with his pudgy paw. "I can do some soul-manipulation stuff, but I'm still getting a handle on it. I can take a bit of life out of a creature and use it to manipulate them from distance, but my main skill is keeping a monster's lifeforce from spilling out when they take damage. That way I can make magic food out of them, and use it to make others stronger so they can fight better."
*Point still stands. People would be terrified seeing a mute man, who talks through a cassette player, kill someone with a crowbar*
*My point still stands as well, you don’t know this character or what they have been through. No disrespect of course.*
*It's rather rare for someone to have zero emotion while witnessing a murder. Unless your character is a complete socio/psychopath.*
*Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that he is a complete psychopath. He doesn’t care about anyone or anything that isn’t his friends or father.*
*Mn. okay then*
*Sorry I didn’t mention that, want to continue?*
*Sure. It's just frustrating not knowing much about characters that I interact with*
*You didn’t really tell me much about Mr.Hotline Miami either but start whenever you want.*
*I feel like its pretty obvious what I was going for, and I didnt really feel the need to explain because you recognized him...*
*Know the game, not the character, as for being annoyed despite not telling me anything about the character either seems slightly hypocritical, again not an insult, just an observation.*
*Wtv man. I just created him as a fun little character for Halloween.*
*Coolio man, whatever you say. It ain’t a big deal, love a little violent murder for Halloween.*
*Also just pointing this out, it doesn't really make sense to me. If you know the game, how do you not know the main character you play as?*
"Really? I'd think it would have changed too much to be recognizable by this point." He thinks for a moment. "So... you came from the old world, right? Did you, perhaps, shelter these bugs' ancestors from the collapse?"
It nods "They are.. friends.. family.." it said "Found me when.. I was.. slave."
Felix looks sympathetic. "Sometimes a good friend is all you need to get through tough times. This many good friends is enough to keep anyone going, I'd say. I'm happy that you saved them. I can't imagine a world without spiders and maggots and mosquitoes."
"Beautiful.. creatures... Deserve love.." they said, hugging themselves. The scratching inside the armor is soft.
Felix hugs them too, showing love to the bugs this time. "Everything does. It's just that not everything gets it sometimes."
*Also just pointing this out, it doesn't really make sense to me. If you know the game, how do you not know the main character you play as?*
*I haven’t played the game, I only know of it.*
*I haven't played Hotline Miami either but I still know who Jacket is. He's pretty recognizable.*
(what is hotline miami about)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Mauric has been planning things out with Nick for the past few days about their wedding. This is the happiest he has ever felt in his life.
Riotan is thinking up the most horrible ways possible to torture Felix.
They would see Damian wandering nearby, his eyes look more tired than ever, huge bags on them.
They see Ragnerious watching them silently, one hand on his axe like he knows what Riotan’s thinking.
“Hey man, how’s it going?” He asks, walking over to Damian.
Riotan ignores him, but stops dwelling on appalling violence just in case. He instead starts thinking about the 700 years he spent trapped in Threksos’s tomb.
He rubs his eyes and looks up from the ground to Mauric, his voice as tired as his eyes “Hey man, it’s going amazing.”
When he looks away from Rag he vanishes, the air fills with an unsteady silence, and then he feels a presence beside him. Rag sits down next to Riotan, looking into his eyes silently.
“You sure? I know it’s gotta be stressful to be juggling all of this.” He says comfortingly.
“Hey big guy.” He says exasperatedly. “You gonna spy on me for that furry or something?”
“It’s fine, I’ve only gotten two hours of sleep but I’m fine. Everything is fine.” He says it more to himself rather than Mauric.
He sighs “I was going to kill you actually, turn you into a stain.” He says “But that seems like a waste of time.”
Long, sharp teeth glow from under the hood, tusks like razors protruding form the mouth. "NO! YOU ARE A FOOL!.. EVEN IF CORRUPT... STILL HAVE A LIFE!"
Jacket pokes them sharply in the chest. "Maybe you are the fool."
Ichigo reaches out, gripping them by the neck "You are disgusting, worthless, (GP) on the bottom of our boot if you think that way.... Many have paved the way for you to make your life better and all you do is snuff out other lives."
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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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“Ah, me too.” Mauric sits next to him. “We’ve been doing a lot of work these past few days, haven’t we?”
It strikes him directly in the face, breaking his nose. Klei falls to the ground, his mouth bleeding as he spits three teeth out.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Also just pointing this out, it doesn't really make sense to me. If you know the game, how do you not know the main character you play as?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The corrupt need to die. They are problems."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Felix looks sympathetic. "Sometimes a good friend is all you need to get through tough times. This many good friends is enough to keep anyone going, I'd say. I'm happy that you saved them. I can't imagine a world without spiders and maggots and mosquitoes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Thanks!” He holds out a hand “I’m Gon Freecss, nice to meet you. I played the Game he made, Greed Island, it had magic cards that could do so many things, like magically take me to people or cure anything. Do you have any powers?”
He nods, hiding his face in their chest.
The tape recorder plays, "Do not be alarmed."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“You sure? I know it’s gotta be stressful to be juggling all of this.” He says comfortingly.
“Hey big guy.” He says exasperatedly. “You gonna spy on me for that furry or something?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Long, sharp teeth glow from under the hood, tusks like razors protruding form the mouth. "NO! YOU ARE A FOOL!.. EVEN IF CORRUPT... STILL HAVE A LIFE!"
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
(anyone want to rp)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Beautiful.. creatures... Deserve love.." they said, hugging themselves. The scratching inside the armor is soft.
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
Mauric cradles his head, leaning against Nick.
“DON’T BE ALARMED?! YOU JUST DESTROYED MY [gp]ING FACE!” He yells, trying to get to his feet but having messed up his knee in the fall.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Jacket pokes them sharply in the chest. "Maybe you are the fool."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'm ready to have this wedding already." he mutters.
Jacket looms over them, playing the same audio just played.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Felix removes his gloves and shakes with his pudgy paw. "I can do some soul-manipulation stuff, but I'm still getting a handle on it. I can take a bit of life out of a creature and use it to manipulate them from distance, but my main skill is keeping a monster's lifeforce from spilling out when they take damage. That way I can make magic food out of them, and use it to make others stronger so they can fight better."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I haven’t played the game, I only know of it.*
*I haven't played Hotline Miami either but I still know who Jacket is. He's pretty recognizable.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Felix hugs them too, showing love to the bugs this time. "Everything does. It's just that not everything gets it sometimes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(what is hotline miami about)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
“It’s fine, I’ve only gotten two hours of sleep but I’m fine. Everything is fine.” He says it more to himself rather than Mauric.
He sighs “I was going to kill you actually, turn you into a stain.” He says “But that seems like a waste of time.”
Ichigo reaches out, gripping them by the neck "You are disgusting, worthless, (GP) on the bottom of our boot if you think that way.... Many have paved the way for you to make your life better and all you do is snuff out other lives."
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