Serpens Mortis is plotting his next move, wondering what souls he should take next.
*Fun fact: he's inspired by two different types of things. First is emotionless soulless characters that physically can't feel empathy, except he can only not feel empathy but any form of emotion (except, ironically, distaste at feeling). Second is kill streak mechanics in games where the more kills you get the stronger you become.*
Ears ringing... Engine Singing... Can't shake the feeling... Hunts gone haywire... Suburban predators... hunting what's already dead... Sirens scream their technicolor dreams... And pray for the prey of the men in nice clothes...
You hear the pounding bass and the screamed lyrics before you see him but soon the red impala with the heart on the hood pulls up to the House. The car door slams shut. Then the front door slams open. And Roadkill Charlie has arrived. "This the right place!?" He shouts with the envelope in hand. "I heard there was a party! I sure could use a party right now." He mutters that last bit.
"Iago, this is some place you got here. Real nice digs." He spins his jangling key ring on a finger as he looks around.
'Yes, why, thank you. Being an interdimensional evil does have its perks. And I'm honoured that you're here. So many people would consider themselves to be too good for such a place. They'd be wrong, of course, but they'd still be hypocrites, which is the one kind of wrongdoing that I cannot stand. The acceptance that you belong here is validation that you do. Well, that, and the fact that you so willingly aided me in the fight against my nemesis'
"Iago, this is some place you got here. Real nice digs." He spins his jangling key ring on a finger as he looks around.
'Yes, why, thank you. Being an interdimensional evil does have its perks. And I'm honoured that you're here. So many people would consider themselves to be too good for such a place. They'd be wrong, of course, but they'd still be hypocrites, which is the one kind of wrongdoing that I cannot stand. The acceptance that you belong here is validation that you do. Well, that, and the fact that you so willingly aided me in the fight against my nemesis'
"Heh, I ain't too good for nuthin', man. And I don't know where I belong, but I know I don't belong here. I don't believe in hypocrisy either man... but... Well, you said there'd be a party, so I had to come." The keys whirl round and around his finger and then in one quick motion he snaps them still in the palm of his hand and points at you. "What was the deal with that Slink Slank anyways? You weren't entirely honest with me, were you?"
"Iago, this is some place you got here. Real nice digs." He spins his jangling key ring on a finger as he looks around.
'Yes, why, thank you. Being an interdimensional evil does have its perks. And I'm honoured that you're here. So many people would consider themselves to be too good for such a place. They'd be wrong, of course, but they'd still be hypocrites, which is the one kind of wrongdoing that I cannot stand. The acceptance that you belong here is validation that you do. Well, that, and the fact that you so willingly aided me in the fight against my nemesis'
"Heh, I ain't too good for nuthin', man. And I don't know where I belong, but I know I don't belong here. I don't believe in hypocrisy either man... but... Well, you said there'd be a party, so I had to come." The keys whirl round and around his finger and then in one quick motion he snaps them still in the palm of his hand and points at you. "What was the deal with that Slink Slank anyways? You weren't entirely honest with me, were you?"
'I never lied to you, did I? I never said that the Slink was a Nightmare. I said he was a 'cryptid', a 'monstrosity', I could have said twenty things, but it was you who chose to assume that. And it wasn't like you ever asked for any proof. But rest assured, he is nevertheless a problem that had to be dealt with, regardless of his nature. You served me well.'
"Listen, I don't serve nobody!" You seem to have struck a nerve, but he masters himself and continues, "You told me stories that that thing was a monster hunting mortals. Some other 'upstanding' members of the community seem to have liked the dude. Now, I don't know if you know this, but they are hunting us now. You and me." He has an almost manic grin on his face, "They're gonna track us like animals. Like wild game, and their hunting for a prize. There's a bounty on our heads. There is a lot of real powerful Nightmares in that town and if we're gonna survive this it might be nice to have some friends."
'OF course beauty lies in destruction! Beauty is truth, and destruction is truth, therefore beauty is destruction'
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"That's not... correct transitive law."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
'Logic can be what you want it to be'
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Lonely is working on a mechanical intellect devourer.
A guy in an orange apron sees him. 'That's some good work there'
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"No. That's wrong on a basic level."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They turn around,
”Oh, thanks! Who are you?”
'You are correct, I do apologise' Cato seems to flicker slightly
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*emotionally or physically?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*physically*
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Serpens Mortis is plotting his next move, wondering what souls he should take next.
*Fun fact: he's inspired by two different types of things. First is emotionless soulless characters that physically can't feel empathy, except he can only not feel empathy but any form of emotion (except, ironically, distaste at feeling). Second is kill streak mechanics in games where the more kills you get the stronger you become.*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"Are you an illusion, by any chance?" Tenax asks casually.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
'Not an illusion, but I'm not a 100% corporeal, mortal being either'
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Ears ringing... Engine Singing... Can't shake the feeling... Hunts gone haywire... Suburban predators... hunting what's already dead... Sirens scream their technicolor dreams... And pray for the prey of the men in nice clothes...
You hear the pounding bass and the screamed lyrics before you see him but soon the red impala with the heart on the hood pulls up to the House. The car door slams shut. Then the front door slams open. And Roadkill Charlie has arrived. "This the right place!?" He shouts with the envelope in hand. "I heard there was a party! I sure could use a party right now." He mutters that last bit.
'Ah, so good to see you here. I was wondering if you'd accept'
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"Iago, this is some place you got here. Real nice digs." He spins his jangling key ring on a finger as he looks around.
'Yes, why, thank you. Being an interdimensional evil does have its perks. And I'm honoured that you're here. So many people would consider themselves to be too good for such a place. They'd be wrong, of course, but they'd still be hypocrites, which is the one kind of wrongdoing that I cannot stand. The acceptance that you belong here is validation that you do. Well, that, and the fact that you so willingly aided me in the fight against my nemesis'
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"Heh, I ain't too good for nuthin', man. And I don't know where I belong, but I know I don't belong here. I don't believe in hypocrisy either man... but... Well, you said there'd be a party, so I had to come." The keys whirl round and around his finger and then in one quick motion he snaps them still in the palm of his hand and points at you. "What was the deal with that Slink Slank anyways? You weren't entirely honest with me, were you?"
'I never lied to you, did I? I never said that the Slink was a Nightmare. I said he was a 'cryptid', a 'monstrosity', I could have said twenty things, but it was you who chose to assume that. And it wasn't like you ever asked for any proof. But rest assured, he is nevertheless a problem that had to be dealt with, regardless of his nature. You served me well.'
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"Listen, I don't serve nobody!" You seem to have struck a nerve, but he masters himself and continues, "You told me stories that that thing was a monster hunting mortals. Some other 'upstanding' members of the community seem to have liked the dude. Now, I don't know if you know this, but they are hunting us now. You and me." He has an almost manic grin on his face, "They're gonna track us like animals. Like wild game, and their hunting for a prize. There's a bounty on our heads. There is a lot of real powerful Nightmares in that town and if we're gonna survive this it might be nice to have some friends."