Szerucharz seems confused as to how the controls work for a couple minutes, and then spends a bit too long on character selection, but eventually picks Testament once he notices their top hat.
Happy decides to explain how to play once they load in, giving Szerucharz a few matches to adapt to the controls and the character before beginning to brutally destroy him, discussing the story of the characters as they do "Can you believe Chipp was taught Ninjutsu by an otter?"
"I don't know what an otter is, but that sounds cool."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Szerucharz seems confused as to how the controls work for a couple minutes, and then spends a bit too long on character selection, but eventually picks Testament once he notices their top hat.
Happy decides to explain how to play once they load in, giving Szerucharz a few matches to adapt to the controls and the character before beginning to brutally destroy him, discussing the story of the characters as they do "Can you believe Chipp was taught Ninjutsu by an otter?"
"I don't know what an otter is, but that sounds cool."
"Small animal, looks like a snake but with fur and legs. Usually don't know Ninjutsu."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Yeah... at least there's that." Sarah turns to face Phantom before he leaves. "Seriously, though- why did you help me? You have every reason to leave me in the wastes to die... but you didn't."
Phantom looks away and is silent for a bit, deep in thought, before he sighs. "It's like you said, seeking revenge...making you suffer or killing you...it won't change what happened, or bring my family back. It wasn't even why I confronted you anyways...I just wanted to know why. And I got the answers I was seeking, regardless of how I feel about them..." he says, falling silent again for a moment. Then he turns to look at Sarah. "And, I don't like the idea of seeing people suffer cruelly, even if they probably deserve it. I'm sure you think its childish and that I'm naive...heck, I'm sure most would think that. But that's just the way I feel about it." he says with a shrug. "Besides, It's not like you can do as much right now anyways, and even if by some strange twist of fate you did somehow gain enough power to reclaim what you lost, well....it would just mean you proved yourself fit enough to survive and thrive despite it all of the lost and hardship, and were thus worthy of such power. Sounds a bit like something your priests would preach as a doctrine."
Balatro is keeping his Burning Colosseum in order, as devils and mortals battle for entertainment.
Soubera has invented the shotgun and is putting the finishing touches on it.
Happy is suddenly inside of the Colosseum, just walking around, although the devils and mortals seemingly can't see him.
A storm gathers above them, miles high as the Nameless King approaches with thunderous steps.
Balatro is surveying affairs in the top box, Faltros’s sword secured at his hip.
Soubera is polishing the barrel, sitting on the step of her shack.
Happy walks over to his old friend and waits patiently, whistling a tune to pass the time as he watches the fights.
The sound of heavy lightning fills the air as rain pours down on the shack.
Balatro doesn’t acknowledge his presence, but slowly takes the sword out.
The rain and lightning bend around her, since storms are also in her domain.
"Hey Balatro, how's it been? Have you enjoyed being alive?" He says, not an ounce of concern in his posture.
Once the Nameless King arrives the storms around her stops, the eye of the storm. He shrinks down to a size where he wouldn't be yelling just to speak "Hello, where am I?"
“No. I haven’t.” He murmurs, the flames of the blade flaring.
“Yer in my mountains.” She says gruffly, snapping the barrel back in place and resting the comb on her shoulder.
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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.
Balatro is keeping his Burning Colosseum in order, as devils and mortals battle for entertainment.
Soubera has invented the shotgun and is putting the finishing touches on it.
Happy is suddenly inside of the Colosseum, just walking around, although the devils and mortals seemingly can't see him.
A storm gathers above them, miles high as the Nameless King approaches with thunderous steps.
Balatro is surveying affairs in the top box, Faltros’s sword secured at his hip.
Soubera is polishing the barrel, sitting on the step of her shack.
Happy walks over to his old friend and waits patiently, whistling a tune to pass the time as he watches the fights.
The sound of heavy lightning fills the air as rain pours down on the shack.
Balatro doesn’t acknowledge his presence, but slowly takes the sword out.
The rain and lightning bend around her, since storms are also in her domain.
"Hey Balatro, how's it been? Have you enjoyed being alive?" He says, not an ounce of concern in his posture.
Once the Nameless King arrives the storms around her stops, the eye of the storm. He shrinks down to a size where he wouldn't be yelling just to speak "Hello, where am I?"
“No. I haven’t.” He murmurs, the flames of the blade flaring.
“Yer in my mountains.” She says gruffly, snapping the barrel back in place and resting the comb on her shoulder.
"And why would that be? Still mad about your boss being dead?" He says, laying on the air.
He sticks his greatspear into the ground and looks around "Your mountains you say?" He gets on one knee "Then I apologize for entering your land without your say."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Balatro is keeping his Burning Colosseum in order, as devils and mortals battle for entertainment.
Soubera has invented the shotgun and is putting the finishing touches on it.
Happy is suddenly inside of the Colosseum, just walking around, although the devils and mortals seemingly can't see him.
A storm gathers above them, miles high as the Nameless King approaches with thunderous steps.
Balatro is surveying affairs in the top box, Faltros’s sword secured at his hip.
Soubera is polishing the barrel, sitting on the step of her shack.
Happy walks over to his old friend and waits patiently, whistling a tune to pass the time as he watches the fights.
The sound of heavy lightning fills the air as rain pours down on the shack.
Balatro doesn’t acknowledge his presence, but slowly takes the sword out.
The rain and lightning bend around her, since storms are also in her domain.
"Hey Balatro, how's it been? Have you enjoyed being alive?" He says, not an ounce of concern in his posture.
Once the Nameless King arrives the storms around her stops, the eye of the storm. He shrinks down to a size where he wouldn't be yelling just to speak "Hello, where am I?"
“No. I haven’t.” He murmurs, the flames of the blade flaring.
“Yer in my mountains.” She says gruffly, snapping the barrel back in place and resting the comb on her shoulder.
"And why would that be? Still mad about your boss being dead?" He says, laying on the air.
He sticks his greatspear into the ground and looks around "Your mountains you say?" He gets on one knee "Then I apologize for entering your land without your say."
Balatro slams his skeletal fist against the glass side of the box, the silver glow of his eye sockets growing very bright. “I’m MAD because you ruined any chance I could have had to choose my own fate. You held me at gunpoint and forced me to desert my master. Now he’s dead and I’ve got no chance to redeem myself.”
“Ah, there ain’t no harm in it.” She sighs, getting to her feet and loading an empty shell into the gun.
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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.
"Yeah... at least there's that." Sarah turns to face Phantom before he leaves. "Seriously, though- why did you help me? You have every reason to leave me in the wastes to die... but you didn't."
Phantom looks away and is silent for a bit, deep in thought, before he sighs. "It's like you said, seeking revenge...making you suffer or killing you...it won't change what happened, or bring my family back. It wasn't even why I confronted you anyways...I just wanted to know why. And I got the answers I was seeking, regardless of how I feel about them..." he says, falling silent again for a moment. Then he turns to look at Sarah. "And, I don't like the idea of seeing people suffer cruelly, even if they probably deserve it. I'm sure you think its childish and that I'm naive...heck, I'm sure most would think that. But that's just the way I feel about it." he says with a shrug. "Besides, It's not like you can do as much right now anyways, and even if by some strange twist of fate you did somehow gain enough power to reclaim what you lost, well....it would just mean you proved yourself fit enough to survive and thrive despite it all of the lost and hardship, and were thus worthy of such power. Sounds a bit like something your priests would preach as a doctrine."
"Heh... Not bad. You're not as ignorant as I thought." They give a sort of half-smile. "I'm gonna be honest here, even if it sucks for me to say. You've got potential, kid- maybe not the kind I'm the biggest fan of, but potential nonetheless. Maybe it's a good thing you didn't stay dead after all... maybe." They turn to face him, looking him dead in the eyes with a serious expression. "Immortal or not, this is the one chance you get to do something great, got it? To carry their memory and make sure those mortals get remembered for something. Don't mess it up."
And with that said, they walk away to the town.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Yeah... at least there's that." Sarah turns to face Phantom before he leaves. "Seriously, though- why did you help me? You have every reason to leave me in the wastes to die... but you didn't."
Phantom looks away and is silent for a bit, deep in thought, before he sighs. "It's like you said, seeking revenge...making you suffer or killing you...it won't change what happened, or bring my family back. It wasn't even why I confronted you anyways...I just wanted to know why. And I got the answers I was seeking, regardless of how I feel about them..." he says, falling silent again for a moment. Then he turns to look at Sarah. "And, I don't like the idea of seeing people suffer cruelly, even if they probably deserve it. I'm sure you think its childish and that I'm naive...heck, I'm sure most would think that. But that's just the way I feel about it." he says with a shrug. "Besides, It's not like you can do as much right now anyways, and even if by some strange twist of fate you did somehow gain enough power to reclaim what you lost, well....it would just mean you proved yourself fit enough to survive and thrive despite it all of the lost and hardship, and were thus worthy of such power. Sounds a bit like something your priests would preach as a doctrine."
"Heh... Not bad. You're not as ignorant as I thought." They give a sort of half-smile. "I'm gonna be honest here, even if it sucks for me to say. You've got potential, kid- maybe not the kind I'm the biggest fan of, but potential nonetheless. Maybe it's a good thing you didn't stay dead after all... maybe." They turn to face him, looking him dead in the eyes with a serious expression. "Immortal or not, this is the one chance you get to do something great, got it? To carry their memory and make sure those mortals get remembered for something. Don't mess it up."
And with that said, they walk away to the town.
He stares a bit stunned at her words as she leaves. He shakes his head a bit and smiles a bit "Yeah, I'll do my best." He says, mostly to himself before he takes off.
Balatro is keeping his Burning Colosseum in order, as devils and mortals battle for entertainment.
Soubera has invented the shotgun and is putting the finishing touches on it.
Happy is suddenly inside of the Colosseum, just walking around, although the devils and mortals seemingly can't see him.
A storm gathers above them, miles high as the Nameless King approaches with thunderous steps.
Balatro is surveying affairs in the top box, Faltros’s sword secured at his hip.
Soubera is polishing the barrel, sitting on the step of her shack.
Happy walks over to his old friend and waits patiently, whistling a tune to pass the time as he watches the fights.
The sound of heavy lightning fills the air as rain pours down on the shack.
Balatro doesn’t acknowledge his presence, but slowly takes the sword out.
The rain and lightning bend around her, since storms are also in her domain.
"Hey Balatro, how's it been? Have you enjoyed being alive?" He says, not an ounce of concern in his posture.
Once the Nameless King arrives the storms around her stops, the eye of the storm. He shrinks down to a size where he wouldn't be yelling just to speak "Hello, where am I?"
“No. I haven’t.” He murmurs, the flames of the blade flaring.
“Yer in my mountains.” She says gruffly, snapping the barrel back in place and resting the comb on her shoulder.
"And why would that be? Still mad about your boss being dead?" He says, laying on the air.
He sticks his greatspear into the ground and looks around "Your mountains you say?" He gets on one knee "Then I apologize for entering your land without your say."
Balatro slams his skeletal fist against the glass side of the box, the silver glow of his eye sockets growing very bright. “I’m MAD because you ruined any chance I could have had to choose my own fate. You held me at gunpoint and forced me to desert my master. Now he’s dead and I’ve got no chance to redeem myself.”
“Ah, there ain’t no harm in it.” She sighs, getting to her feet and loading an empty shell into the gun.
"You should be happy you get mad. If you hadn't left you would be dead, you had a choice, life or death. You chose life, I don't care how mad you are, you're alive. You may not be my friend, but I'm yours."
He stand back up and picks up his spear "I am the Nameless King."
Balatro is keeping his Burning Colosseum in order, as devils and mortals battle for entertainment.
Soubera has invented the shotgun and is putting the finishing touches on it.
Happy is suddenly inside of the Colosseum, just walking around, although the devils and mortals seemingly can't see him.
A storm gathers above them, miles high as the Nameless King approaches with thunderous steps.
Balatro is surveying affairs in the top box, Faltros’s sword secured at his hip.
Soubera is polishing the barrel, sitting on the step of her shack.
Happy walks over to his old friend and waits patiently, whistling a tune to pass the time as he watches the fights.
The sound of heavy lightning fills the air as rain pours down on the shack.
Balatro doesn’t acknowledge his presence, but slowly takes the sword out.
The rain and lightning bend around her, since storms are also in her domain.
"Hey Balatro, how's it been? Have you enjoyed being alive?" He says, not an ounce of concern in his posture.
Once the Nameless King arrives the storms around her stops, the eye of the storm. He shrinks down to a size where he wouldn't be yelling just to speak "Hello, where am I?"
“No. I haven’t.” He murmurs, the flames of the blade flaring.
“Yer in my mountains.” She says gruffly, snapping the barrel back in place and resting the comb on her shoulder.
"And why would that be? Still mad about your boss being dead?" He says, laying on the air.
He sticks his greatspear into the ground and looks around "Your mountains you say?" He gets on one knee "Then I apologize for entering your land without your say."
Balatro slams his skeletal fist against the glass side of the box, the silver glow of his eye sockets growing very bright. “I’m MAD because you ruined any chance I could have had to choose my own fate. You held me at gunpoint and forced me to desert my master. Now he’s dead and I’ve got no chance to redeem myself.”
“Ah, there ain’t no harm in it.” She sighs, getting to her feet and loading an empty shell into the gun.
"You should be happy you get mad. If you hadn't left you would be dead, you had a choice, life or death. You chose life, I don't care how mad you are, you're alive. You may not be my friend, but I'm yours."
“I DIDN’T CHOOSE!” He yells. “YOU FORCED ME TO LEAVE, YOU DELUSIONAL PIECE OF [gp]!”
Balatro is keeping his Burning Colosseum in order, as devils and mortals battle for entertainment.
Soubera has invented the shotgun and is putting the finishing touches on it.
Happy is suddenly inside of the Colosseum, just walking around, although the devils and mortals seemingly can't see him.
A storm gathers above them, miles high as the Nameless King approaches with thunderous steps.
Balatro is surveying affairs in the top box, Faltros’s sword secured at his hip.
Soubera is polishing the barrel, sitting on the step of her shack.
Happy walks over to his old friend and waits patiently, whistling a tune to pass the time as he watches the fights.
The sound of heavy lightning fills the air as rain pours down on the shack.
Balatro doesn’t acknowledge his presence, but slowly takes the sword out.
The rain and lightning bend around her, since storms are also in her domain.
"Hey Balatro, how's it been? Have you enjoyed being alive?" He says, not an ounce of concern in his posture.
Once the Nameless King arrives the storms around her stops, the eye of the storm. He shrinks down to a size where he wouldn't be yelling just to speak "Hello, where am I?"
“No. I haven’t.” He murmurs, the flames of the blade flaring.
“Yer in my mountains.” She says gruffly, snapping the barrel back in place and resting the comb on her shoulder.
"And why would that be? Still mad about your boss being dead?" He says, laying on the air.
He sticks his greatspear into the ground and looks around "Your mountains you say?" He gets on one knee "Then I apologize for entering your land without your say."
Balatro slams his skeletal fist against the glass side of the box, the silver glow of his eye sockets growing very bright. “I’m MAD because you ruined any chance I could have had to choose my own fate. You held me at gunpoint and forced me to desert my master. Now he’s dead and I’ve got no chance to redeem myself.”
“Ah, there ain’t no harm in it.” She sighs, getting to her feet and loading an empty shell into the gun.
"You should be happy you get mad. If you hadn't left you would be dead, you had a choice, life or death. You chose life, I don't care how mad you are, you're alive. You may not be my friend, but I'm yours."
“I DIDN’T CHOOSE!” He yells. “YOU FORCED ME TO LEAVE, YOU DELUSIONAL PIECE OF [gp]!”
“Wouldn’t that be a name for you then?”
"Either way, you are alive to be mad." He says calmly, tapping his foot.
"It's not a name, it is a title. My name was stolen by my father."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I think it would be funny if Phantom could, even if not intentionally, enter Szerucharz's domain due to his connection. Sort of like how Danny being part ghost can easily traverse through the Ghost Zone. Poor boy would be so lost*
Balatro is keeping his Burning Colosseum in order, as devils and mortals battle for entertainment.
Soubera has invented the shotgun and is putting the finishing touches on it.
Happy is suddenly inside of the Colosseum, just walking around, although the devils and mortals seemingly can't see him.
A storm gathers above them, miles high as the Nameless King approaches with thunderous steps.
Balatro is surveying affairs in the top box, Faltros’s sword secured at his hip.
Soubera is polishing the barrel, sitting on the step of her shack.
Happy walks over to his old friend and waits patiently, whistling a tune to pass the time as he watches the fights.
The sound of heavy lightning fills the air as rain pours down on the shack.
Balatro doesn’t acknowledge his presence, but slowly takes the sword out.
The rain and lightning bend around her, since storms are also in her domain.
"Hey Balatro, how's it been? Have you enjoyed being alive?" He says, not an ounce of concern in his posture.
Once the Nameless King arrives the storms around her stops, the eye of the storm. He shrinks down to a size where he wouldn't be yelling just to speak "Hello, where am I?"
“No. I haven’t.” He murmurs, the flames of the blade flaring.
“Yer in my mountains.” She says gruffly, snapping the barrel back in place and resting the comb on her shoulder.
"And why would that be? Still mad about your boss being dead?" He says, laying on the air.
He sticks his greatspear into the ground and looks around "Your mountains you say?" He gets on one knee "Then I apologize for entering your land without your say."
Balatro slams his skeletal fist against the glass side of the box, the silver glow of his eye sockets growing very bright. “I’m MAD because you ruined any chance I could have had to choose my own fate. You held me at gunpoint and forced me to desert my master. Now he’s dead and I’ve got no chance to redeem myself.”
“Ah, there ain’t no harm in it.” She sighs, getting to her feet and loading an empty shell into the gun.
"You should be happy you get mad. If you hadn't left you would be dead, you had a choice, life or death. You chose life, I don't care how mad you are, you're alive. You may not be my friend, but I'm yours."
“I DIDN’T CHOOSE!” He yells. “YOU FORCED ME TO LEAVE, YOU DELUSIONAL PIECE OF [gp]!”
“Wouldn’t that be a name for you then?”
"Either way, you are alive to be mad." He says calmly, tapping his foot.
"It's not a name, it is a title. My name was stolen by my father."
“And that makes it okay?!”
“An’ who’s your father?”
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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.
*I think it would be funny if Phantom could, even if not intentionally, enter Szerucharz's domain due to his connection. Sort of like how Danny being part ghost can easily traverse through the Ghost Zone. Poor boy would be so lost*
*Do it.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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*Anybody open to rp?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I don't know what an otter is, but that sounds cool."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Small animal, looks like a snake but with fur and legs. Usually don't know Ninjutsu."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Phantom looks away and is silent for a bit, deep in thought, before he sighs. "It's like you said, seeking revenge...making you suffer or killing you...it won't change what happened, or bring my family back. It wasn't even why I confronted you anyways...I just wanted to know why. And I got the answers I was seeking, regardless of how I feel about them..." he says, falling silent again for a moment. Then he turns to look at Sarah. "And, I don't like the idea of seeing people suffer cruelly, even if they probably deserve it. I'm sure you think its childish and that I'm naive...heck, I'm sure most would think that. But that's just the way I feel about it." he says with a shrug. "Besides, It's not like you can do as much right now anyways, and even if by some strange twist of fate you did somehow gain enough power to reclaim what you lost, well....it would just mean you proved yourself fit enough to survive and thrive despite it all of the lost and hardship, and were thus worthy of such power. Sounds a bit like something your priests would preach as a doctrine."
“No. I haven’t.” He murmurs, the flames of the blade flaring.
“Yer in my mountains.” She says gruffly, snapping the barrel back in place and resting the comb on her shoulder.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"And why would that be? Still mad about your boss being dead?" He says, laying on the air.
He sticks his greatspear into the ground and looks around "Your mountains you say?" He gets on one knee "Then I apologize for entering your land without your say."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Balatro slams his skeletal fist against the glass side of the box, the silver glow of his eye sockets growing very bright. “I’m MAD because you ruined any chance I could have had to choose my own fate. You held me at gunpoint and forced me to desert my master. Now he’s dead and I’ve got no chance to redeem myself.”
“Ah, there ain’t no harm in it.” She sighs, getting to her feet and loading an empty shell into the gun.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I see. And I assume Ninjutsu is all that cool stuff Chipp can do?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Heh... Not bad. You're not as ignorant as I thought." They give a sort of half-smile. "I'm gonna be honest here, even if it sucks for me to say. You've got potential, kid- maybe not the kind I'm the biggest fan of, but potential nonetheless. Maybe it's a good thing you didn't stay dead after all... maybe." They turn to face him, looking him dead in the eyes with a serious expression. "Immortal or not, this is the one chance you get to do something great, got it? To carry their memory and make sure those mortals get remembered for something. Don't mess it up."
And with that said, they walk away to the town.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He stares a bit stunned at her words as she leaves. He shakes his head a bit and smiles a bit "Yeah, I'll do my best." He says, mostly to himself before he takes off.
"You should be happy you get mad. If you hadn't left you would be dead, you had a choice, life or death. You chose life, I don't care how mad you are, you're alive. You may not be my friend, but I'm yours."
He stand back up and picks up his spear "I am the Nameless King."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“I DIDN’T CHOOSE!” He yells. “YOU FORCED ME TO LEAVE, YOU DELUSIONAL PIECE OF [gp]!”
“Wouldn’t that be a name for you then?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yeah, it's more technique and execution than anything else. And Testament is a clone of Sol's girlfriend."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Like, Badguy? Cool."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Either way, you are alive to be mad." He says calmly, tapping his foot.
"It's not a name, it is a title. My name was stolen by my father."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Yeah, the valentines are all clones of Sol's girlfriend, and he dates most of them."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I think it would be funny if Phantom could, even if not intentionally, enter Szerucharz's domain due to his connection. Sort of like how Danny being part ghost can easily traverse through the Ghost Zone. Poor boy would be so lost*
“And that makes it okay?!”
“An’ who’s your father?”
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. No it doesn't, I'm sorry I forced you to leave, but I didn't see another option and I didn't want you to die."
"The King Gwyndalin. A [gp]in [gp] that thinks who could control everything." He says, an uncharacteristic rage in his voice.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Do it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.