I am woven into the fabric of reality, the whispers of every scared child to their parents, the last flicker of hope on this earth before you are snuffed out. I am what drives, what hurts, what protects and what teaches. I lurk down dark corridors and sing in the coldest winter. I am underground and in the skies and in your very soul. I am the worship of God and the tool of the Devil.
I am what screams in reams of lead under sheets that teem with dread, and bleeds the dreams of the dead and schemes with the beasts under beds.
Look me in my thousand eyes, burning in the darkest night, tell me that you aren't afraid of the thing that sees the light! Something left to keep you safe, crackling in the fireplace, something so viscerally worth what you became! You will sacrifice and sacrifice without a shred to show! You will cry and scream and fall and dream as we take you below!
You fight with all your might against the beasts and pain and maw and they're desperate to stop your futile aims before you writhe and fall, for what you have approached is not red in tooth and claw,
FOR WHAT YOU ARE APPROACHING IS A HUNGER BELOW HELL, A HORROR ABOVE THE HEAVENS, WHISPERED, DRINKING IN THE THRILL! YOU CIRCLE WITH YOUR BEASTS IN A HOPE TO LAND A SCRATCH, ONLY TO FIND THE DARKEST MINDS ARE FINALLY LOOKING BACK.
THE GROUND BENEATH IS HOSTILE AND THE SKY ABOVE THE SAME, AND YET YOU TOUT YOUR EMPTY GOSPEL AND YOU ALL DIE JUST THE SAME
Can I just say I'm really glad you're on our side
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Ominous music begins to play. Like, really really ominous. A robed figure floats in, a flag attached to his back. He's somehow travelling not by walking, but not by crawling or any physical movement. He just moves like a Roomba, yelling, "PRAISE JEFF! PRAISE JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!" To rally the troops.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
I am woven into the fabric of reality, the whispers of every scared child to their parents, the last flicker of hope on this earth before you are snuffed out. I am what drives, what hurts, what protects and what teaches. I lurk down dark corridors and sing in the coldest winter. I am underground and in the skies and in your very soul. I am the worship of God and the tool of the Devil.
I am what screams in reams of lead under sheets that teem with dread, and bleeds the dreams of the dead and schemes with the beasts under beds.
Look me in my thousand eyes, burning in the darkest night, tell me that you aren't afraid of the thing that sees the light! Something left to keep you safe, crackling in the fireplace, something so viscerally worth what you became! You will sacrifice and sacrifice without a shred to show! You will cry and scream and fall and dream as we take you below!
You fight with all your might against the beasts and pain and maw and they're desperate to stop your futile aims before you writhe and fall, for what you have approached is not red in tooth and claw,
FOR WHAT YOU ARE APPROACHING IS A HUNGER BELOW HELL, A HORROR ABOVE THE HEAVENS, WHISPERED, DRINKING IN THE THRILL! YOU CIRCLE WITH YOUR BEASTS IN A HOPE TO LAND A SCRATCH, ONLY TO FIND THE DARKEST MINDS ARE FINALLY LOOKING BACK.
THE GROUND BENEATH IS HOSTILE AND THE SKY ABOVE THE SAME, AND YET YOU TOUT YOUR EMPTY GOSPEL AND YOU ALL DIE JUST THE SAME
... Geez, dude. I'm just a rich cat with comicly large wepons that also worships a pagan cat goddess.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
“Oh, imagination is it? So MY restraints are lifted then? Well well well. I suppose anything goes now.” The ground rumbles as spikes the size of towers rise from the ground, circling the field of battle. “I shall await for my orders to be given. I control beasts, but not my allies. Just know that with a flick of my wrist, these towers will open a portal to my chambers, and my chambers are quite cramp.”
“Oh, imagination is it? So MY restraints are lifted then? Well well well. I suppose anything goes now.” The ground rumbles as spikes the size of towers rise from the ground, circling the field of battle. “I shall await for my orders to be given. I control beasts, but not my allies. Just know that with a flick of my wrist, these towers will open a portal to my chambers, and my chambers are quite cramp.”
Ok I start spinning, my beasts give me a power boost I become a giant tornado and throw you off the battlefield!
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Hah. Still alive, are you? Probably not for much longer. I didn't want to do this but... Well. You said it yourself. So I'm not gonna pull my punches anymore. Wait... can I even punch things...? Eh. No matter." The cat shrugs off an amulet with a golden cat on it, and crushes it to the ground with one paw. "ALmighty Bast, Lord of cats, Hand of Ra, Fighter of the Chaos Snake, I beseech your power." The cat starts to glow with a golden light, and enlargens to the size of a rhinocerous and lunges at Circle.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
I am woven into the fabric of reality, the whispers of every scared child to their parents, the last flicker of hope on this earth before you are snuffed out. I am what drives, what hurts, what protects and what teaches. I lurk down dark corridors and sing in the coldest winter. I am underground and in the skies and in your very soul. I am the worship of God and the tool of the Devil.
I am what screams in reams of lead under sheets that teem with dread, and bleeds the dreams of the dead and schemes with the beasts under beds.
Look me in my thousand eyes, burning in the darkest night, tell me that you aren't afraid of the thing that sees the light! Something left to keep you safe, crackling in the fireplace, something so viscerally worth what you became! You will sacrifice and sacrifice without a shred to show! You will cry and scream and fall and dream as we take you below!
You fight with all your might against the beasts and pain and maw and they're desperate to stop your futile aims before you writhe and fall, for what you have approached is not red in tooth and claw,
FOR WHAT YOU ARE APPROACHING IS A HUNGER BELOW HELL, A HORROR ABOVE THE HEAVENS, WHISPERED, DRINKING IN THE THRILL! YOU CIRCLE WITH YOUR BEASTS IN A HOPE TO LAND A SCRATCH, ONLY TO FIND THE DARKEST MINDS ARE FINALLY LOOKING BACK.
THE GROUND BENEATH IS HOSTILE AND THE SKY ABOVE THE SAME, AND YET YOU TOUT YOUR EMPTY GOSPEL AND YOU ALL DIE JUST THE SAME
Absolute cinema. Like Drummer said, I'm really glad you're on our side.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
"Hah. Still alive, are you? Probably not for much longer. I didn't want to do this but... Well. You said it yourself. So I'm not gonna pull my punches anymore. Wait... can I even punch things...? Eh. No matter." The cat shrugs off an amulet with a golden cat on it, and crushes it to the ground with one paw. "ALmighty Bast, Lord of cats, Hand of Ra, Fighter of the Chaos Snake, I beseech your power." The cat starts to glow with a golden light, and enlargens to the size of a rhinocerous and lunges at Circle.
As a necklace I was wearing has a blue jewel it starts to glow creating a impenetrable shield.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Ominous music begins to play. Like, really really ominous. A robed figure floats in, a flag attached to his back. He's somehow travelling not by walking, but not by crawling or any physical movement. He just moves like a Roomba, yelling, "PRAISE JEFF! PRAISE JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!" To rally the troops.
DRAGON SLAYERS! Fires FOR COOKING SMORES, SONS! GET SOME REAL WEAPON SONS! SOMEWHERE, YOUR FOREFATHERS ARE WEEPING!
*pulls out clay cannon from pocket dimension*
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A Fools Errand will fail. A Foolish Errand has a chance to succeed.
“Oh, imagination is it? So MY restraints are lifted then? Well well well. I suppose anything goes now.” The ground rumbles as spikes the size of towers rise from the ground, circling the field of battle. “I shall await for my orders to be given. I control beasts, but not my allies. Just know that with a flick of my wrist, these towers will open a portal to my chambers, and my chambers are quite cramp.”
Ok I start spinning, my beasts give me a power boost I become a giant tornado and throw you off the battlefield!
“No matter. My weapons need not me to be present.”
Ominous music begins to play. Like, really really ominous. A robed figure floats in, a flag attached to his back. He's somehow travelling not by walking, but not by crawling or any physical movement. He just moves like a Roomba, yelling, "PRAISE JEFF! PRAISE JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!" To rally the troops.
I pull of the robe and say YOU!
The Arch Cultist gets up, the flag now held in his hand. "Indeed. Not just me, but all the souls you thought you could challenge. Your pride has gotten the best of you."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The cat meows, and suddenly, the battlefield blazes with a harsh golden light, the winds locked in chains. "Ha. Nice try. But I am the Favourite of the Favourite of the Favourite of the aspect of Order. So, I think I'm calling the shots here." The winds shatter like glass, and Draken gets returned to the battlefield.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
“Oh, imagination is it? So MY restraints are lifted then? Well well well. I suppose anything goes now.” The ground rumbles as spikes the size of towers rise from the ground, circling the field of battle. “I shall await for my orders to be given. I control beasts, but not my allies. Just know that with a flick of my wrist, these towers will open a portal to my chambers, and my chambers are quite cramp.”
Ok I start spinning, my beasts give me a power boost I become a giant tornado and throw you off the battlefield!
“No matter. My weapons need not me to be present.”
*cracks knuckle* destroying beam I call upon a beam to destroy you all (yay I win) but end up destroying reality and everything beyond it!
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Hah. Still alive, are you? Probably not for much longer. I didn't want to do this but... Well. You said it yourself. So I'm not gonna pull my punches anymore. Wait... can I even punch things...? Eh. No matter." The cat shrugs off an amulet with a golden cat on it, and crushes it to the ground with one paw. "ALmighty Bast, Lord of cats, Hand of Ra, Fighter of the Chaos Snake, I beseech your power." The cat starts to glow with a golden light, and enlargens to the size of a rhinocerous and lunges at Circle.
As a necklace I was wearing has a blue jewel it starts to glow creating a impenetrable shield.
I shake my head, dazed by the impact with the shield. I then go araound the shield, bodyslaming you into it, keeping you trapped there.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Oh, imagination is it? So MY restraints are lifted then? Well well well. I suppose anything goes now.” The ground rumbles as spikes the size of towers rise from the ground, circling the field of battle. “I shall await for my orders to be given. I control beasts, but not my allies. Just know that with a flick of my wrist, these towers will open a portal to my chambers, and my chambers are quite cramp.”
Ok I start spinning, my beasts give me a power boost I become a giant tornado and throw you off the battlefield!
“No matter. My weapons need not me to be present.”
*cracks knuckle* destroying beam I call upon a beam to destroy you all (yay I win) but end up destroying reality and everything beyond it!
"Uh. No. I dont think so." A harsh golden light eminates throughout the universe, and the aspect of Order blasts through you, undoing that beam.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
"Hah. Still alive, are you? Probably not for much longer. I didn't want to do this but... Well. You said it yourself. So I'm not gonna pull my punches anymore. Wait... can I even punch things...? Eh. No matter." The cat shrugs off an amulet with a golden cat on it, and crushes it to the ground with one paw. "ALmighty Bast, Lord of cats, Hand of Ra, Fighter of the Chaos Snake, I beseech your power." The cat starts to glow with a golden light, and enlargens to the size of a rhinocerous and lunges at Circle.
As a necklace I was wearing has a blue jewel it starts to glow creating a impenetrable shield.
I shake my head, dazed by the impact with the shield. I then go araound the shield, bodyslaming you into it, keeping you trapped there.
It is a full sphere! Also I ended this and everything in reality and beyond.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Hah. Still alive, are you? Probably not for much longer. I didn't want to do this but... Well. You said it yourself. So I'm not gonna pull my punches anymore. Wait... can I even punch things...? Eh. No matter." The cat shrugs off an amulet with a golden cat on it, and crushes it to the ground with one paw. "ALmighty Bast, Lord of cats, Hand of Ra, Fighter of the Chaos Snake, I beseech your power." The cat starts to glow with a golden light, and enlargens to the size of a rhinocerous and lunges at Circle.
As a necklace I was wearing has a blue jewel it starts to glow creating a impenetrable shield.
I shake my head, dazed by the impact with the shield. I then go araound the shield, bodyslaming you into it, keeping you trapped there.
It is a full sphere! Also I ended this and everything in reality and beyond.
Okay. Then, I dont slam you against your shield. But, sadly, the Aspect of Order has other plans. Your destruction beam ceases to exist, the words you used to cast it ersed from your memory.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
“Oh, imagination is it? So MY restraints are lifted then? Well well well. I suppose anything goes now.” The ground rumbles as spikes the size of towers rise from the ground, circling the field of battle. “I shall await for my orders to be given. I control beasts, but not my allies. Just know that with a flick of my wrist, these towers will open a portal to my chambers, and my chambers are quite cramp.”
Ok I start spinning, my beasts give me a power boost I become a giant tornado and throw you off the battlefield!
“No matter. My weapons need not me to be present.”
*cracks knuckle* destroying beam I call upon a beam to destroy you all (yay I win) but end up destroying reality and everything beyond it!
"Uh. No. I dont think so." A harsh golden light eminates throughout the universe, and the aspect of Order blasts through you, undoing that beam.
But that was just the Memverse, a Vr I destroyed the real reality and it can no longer be undone.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
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Can I just say I'm really glad you're on our side
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
I pull of the robe and say YOU!
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
... Geez, dude. I'm just a rich cat with comicly large wepons that also worships a pagan cat goddess.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
“Oh, imagination is it? So MY restraints are lifted then? Well well well. I suppose anything goes now.” The ground rumbles as spikes the size of towers rise from the ground, circling the field of battle. “I shall await for my orders to be given. I control beasts, but not my allies. Just know that with a flick of my wrist, these towers will open a portal to my chambers, and my chambers are quite cramp.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Ok I start spinning, my beasts give me a power boost I become a giant tornado and throw you off the battlefield!
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Hah. Still alive, are you? Probably not for much longer. I didn't want to do this but... Well. You said it yourself. So I'm not gonna pull my punches anymore. Wait... can I even punch things...? Eh. No matter." The cat shrugs off an amulet with a golden cat on it, and crushes it to the ground with one paw. "ALmighty Bast, Lord of cats, Hand of Ra, Fighter of the Chaos Snake, I beseech your power." The cat starts to glow with a golden light, and enlargens to the size of a rhinocerous and lunges at Circle.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
Absolute cinema. Like Drummer said, I'm really glad you're on our side.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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
As a necklace I was wearing has a blue jewel it starts to glow creating a impenetrable shield.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
DRAGON SLAYERS! Fires FOR COOKING SMORES, SONS! GET SOME REAL WEAPON SONS! SOMEWHERE, YOUR FOREFATHERS ARE WEEPING!
*pulls out clay cannon from pocket dimension*
A Fools Errand will fail. A Foolish Errand has a chance to succeed.
“No matter. My weapons need not me to be present.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The Arch Cultist gets up, the flag now held in his hand. "Indeed. Not just me, but all the souls you thought you could challenge. Your pride has gotten the best of you."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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
The cat meows, and suddenly, the battlefield blazes with a harsh golden light, the winds locked in chains. "Ha. Nice try. But I am the Favourite of the Favourite of the Favourite of the aspect of Order. So, I think I'm calling the shots here." The winds shatter like glass, and Draken gets returned to the battlefield.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*cracks knuckle* destroying beam I call upon a beam to destroy you all (yay I win) but end up destroying reality and everything beyond it!
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
I shake my head, dazed by the impact with the shield. I then go araound the shield, bodyslaming you into it, keeping you trapped there.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*cracks knuckle* destroying beam I call upon a beam to destroy you all (yay I win) but end up destroying reality and everything beyond it!
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Radio static spam*
Cultists of Jeff! clay barrage is ready! Reply when prepared!
A Fools Errand will fail. A Foolish Errand has a chance to succeed.
"Uh. No. I dont think so." A harsh golden light eminates throughout the universe, and the aspect of Order blasts through you, undoing that beam.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
It is a full sphere! Also I ended this and everything in reality and beyond.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Okay. Then, I dont slam you against your shield. But, sadly, the Aspect of Order has other plans. Your destruction beam ceases to exist, the words you used to cast it ersed from your memory.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
But that was just the Memverse, a Vr I destroyed the real reality and it can no longer be undone.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.