"Ah. I already have that stuff." He starts rocking back and forth, then stops himself. "Sorry. I'm not supposed to correct adults."
"Adults? Kid, you are older than you should be to be saying that." He smirked "Older enough to go to war but not old enough the snap back. Awful stuff that must do to you."
"I guess. You're... nicer than I expected." He sets down his toy and walks to his dresser, flipping through a black book placed on it. "I called on you because you know more about this stuff than I do. They told me you were smart, charismatic, and aware of human behavior to a greater extent than other entities. I'm glad they were right." He goes back to the bed. "What kinds of games do you know?" He sounds more curious than demanding.
*We still have hope that I will join this thread…*
*I’m thinking of doing an urban myth type creature like the Chupacabra or the Headless Horseman, would that be okay?*
*Oh, of course!*
*They'd probably be mid-level Nightmares or animals that developed Psychic powers and Artes, given that some people report them existing, some don't, and some report them as normal animals.*
"Ah. I already have that stuff." He starts rocking back and forth, then stops himself. "Sorry. I'm not supposed to correct adults."
"Adults? Kid, you are older than you should be to be saying that." He smirked "Older enough to go to war but not old enough the snap back. Awful stuff that must do to you."
"I guess. You're... nicer than I expected." He sets down his toy and walks to his dresser, flipping through a black book placed on it. "I called on you because you know more about this stuff than I do. They told me you were smart, charismatic, and aware of human behavior to a greater extent than other entities. I'm glad they were right." He goes back to the bed. "What kinds of games do you know?" He sounds more curious than demanding.
"I know tons my friend, and you were right to call on me. Hell! It's been too long since anyone has even picked up a remote and worked up enough effort to call me forth from the void." He grins "and wowza! You spent a lot of time getting this little party together." He picks up a sheet of paper with a symbol on it "But let's ask the real questions here! What games do you want to play?"
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
*We still have hope that I will join this thread…*
*I’m thinking of doing an urban myth type creature like the Chupacabra or the Headless Horseman, would that be okay?*
*Oh, of course!*
*They'd probably be mid-level Nightmares or animals that developed Psychic powers and Artes, given that some people report them existing, some don't, and some report them as normal animals.*
*Alrrrrrr*
A sniffing sound comes from an alleyway, as a wolflike creature sticks its head out from behind a dumpster.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
"I guess. You're... nicer than I expected." He sets down his toy and walks to his dresser, flipping through a black book placed on it. "I called on you because you know more about this stuff than I do. They told me you were smart, charismatic, and aware of human behavior to a greater extent than other entities. I'm glad they were right." He goes back to the bed. "What kinds of games do you know?" He sounds more curious than demanding.
"I know tons my friend, and you were right to call on me. Hell! It's been too long since anyone has even picked up a remote and worked up enough effort to call me forth from the void." He grins "and wowza! You spent a lot of time getting this little party together." He picks up a sheet of paper with a symbol on it "But let's ask the real questions here! What games do you want to play?"
"I was originally thinking Russian Roulette, but I don't know if that would be fair. I don't know if either of us could even die from it, it'd make a mess, and to top it all off all I have is a semi-auto." He looks around the room. "I guess I'm too old for pretend, and I don't have that many toys anymore..." He rubs his chin. "Tell you what, we'll play your favorite first, then I'll pick a game if we still have time."
A short skinny guy in his late 20's with a beard, is sitting at the construction site for the mall with a husky. He's wearing a plaid jacket, plaid pants, and with a blue plaid shirt. And has brown hair.
"I guess. You're... nicer than I expected." He sets down his toy and walks to his dresser, flipping through a black book placed on it. "I called on you because you know more about this stuff than I do. They told me you were smart, charismatic, and aware of human behavior to a greater extent than other entities. I'm glad they were right." He goes back to the bed. "What kinds of games do you know?" He sounds more curious than demanding.
"I know tons my friend, and you were right to call on me. Hell! It's been too long since anyone has even picked up a remote and worked up enough effort to call me forth from the void." He grins "and wowza! You spent a lot of time getting this little party together." He picks up a sheet of paper with a symbol on it "But let's ask the real questions here! What games do you want to play?"
"I was originally thinking Russian Roulette, but I don't know if that would be fair. I don't know if either of us could even die from it, it'd make a mess, and to top it all off all I have is a semi-auto." He looks around the room. "I guess I'm too old for pretend, and I don't have that many toys anymore..." He rubs his chin. "Tell you what, we'll play your favorite first, then I'll pick a game if we still have time."
"Very well." He waves a hand and suddenly they are in the TV. Three walks are normal, looking like a normal room almost except for the last wall which opens up into a black void with a single camera watching them. "Tell me my friend, my new best friend, who do you want to see most?"
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
"I was originally thinking Russian Roulette, but I don't know if that would be fair. I don't know if either of us could even die from it, it'd make a mess, and to top it all off all I have is a semi-auto." He looks around the room. "I guess I'm too old for pretend, and I don't have that many toys anymore..." He rubs his chin. "Tell you what, we'll play your favorite first, then I'll pick a game if we still have time."
"Very well." He waves a hand and suddenly they are in the TV. Three walls are normal, looking like a normal room almost except for the last wall which opens up into a black void with a single camera watching them. "Tell me my friend, my new best friend, who do you want to see most?"
He seems surprisingly unphased. He looks around at the room they're in. "Who? Huh... I guess... Wait, like, anyone? Do they have to be alive?"
"I was originally thinking Russian Roulette, but I don't know if that would be fair. I don't know if either of us could even die from it, it'd make a mess, and to top it all off all I have is a semi-auto." He looks around the room. "I guess I'm too old for pretend, and I don't have that many toys anymore..." He rubs his chin. "Tell you what, we'll play your favorite first, then I'll pick a game if we still have time."
"Very well." He waves a hand and suddenly they are in the TV. Three walls are normal, looking like a normal room almost except for the last wall which opens up into a black void with a single camera watching them. "Tell me my friend, my new best friend, who do you want to see most?"
He seems surprisingly unphased. He looks around at the room they're in. "Who? Huh... I guess... Wait, like, anyone? Do they have to be alive?"
"But of course not! Dead, Alive, Imaginary, Semi-Real, anything you want!" He clasps his hands together.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
He seems surprisingly unphased. He looks around at the room they're in. "Who? Huh... I guess... Wait, like, anyone? Do they have to be alive?"
"But of course not! Dead, Alive, Imaginary, Semi-Real, anything you want!" He clasps his hands together.
He scratches his head. "Well, let's start with something simple. Jefferson Davis. I bet you get that one a lot. I would ask for Hitler, but bringing him back sounds like a bad idea, even contained in a pocket dimension thing like this."
He seems surprisingly unphased. He looks around at the room they're in. "Who? Huh... I guess... Wait, like, anyone? Do they have to be alive?"
"But of course not! Dead, Alive, Imaginary, Semi-Real, anything you want!" He clasps his hands together.
He scratches his head. "Well, let's start with something simple. Jefferson Davis. I bet you get that one a lot. I would ask for Hitler, but bringing him back sounds like a bad idea, even contained in a pocket dimension thing like this."
He chuckles "You'd be surprised.." he snaps his fingers, the very man sitting down in one of the plush seats by the wall. His mouth and hands are bound so he can't scream or escape.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
He scratches his head. "Well, let's start with something simple. Jefferson Davis. I bet you get that one a lot. I would ask for Hitler, but bringing him back sounds like a bad idea, even contained in a pocket dimension thing like this."
He chuckles "You'd be surprised.." he snaps his fingers, the very man sitting down in one of the plush seats by the wall. His mouth and hands are bound so he can't scream or escape.
The young man slowly walks toward President Davis of the Confederacy. He puts his fingers in the man's hair. "My senses all tell me that he's real. You really can do anything, can't you?" He throws the older man to the ground. "Just like the pictures. You know, Jeff, my dad really admires your work. He gushes on and on about how great you are." He stomps on the back of Davis' knee, eliciting muffled screams and a sickening crack. "But you bore me. You're dead, you're evil, and you're boring."
He scratches his head. "Well, let's start with something simple. Jefferson Davis. I bet you get that one a lot. I would ask for Hitler, but bringing him back sounds like a bad idea, even contained in a pocket dimension thing like this."
He chuckles "You'd be surprised.." he snaps his fingers, the very man sitting down in one of the plush seats by the wall. His mouth and hands are bound so he can't scream or escape.
The young man slowly walks toward President Davis of the Confederacy. He puts his fingers in the man's hair. "My senses all tell me that he's real. You really can do anything, can't you?" He throws the older man to the ground. "Just like the pictures. You know, Jeff, my dad really admires your work. He gushes on and on about how great you are." He stomps on the back of Davis' knee, eliciting muffled screams and a sickening crack. "But you bore me. You're dead, you're evil, and you're boring."
The Watcher chuckles softly, leaning his head in the palm of his hand, watching with a smile on his face. Davis seems to collapse on the floor, his body shaking.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The young man slowly walks toward President Davis of the Confederacy. He puts his fingers in the man's hair. "My senses all tell me that he's real. You really can do anything, can't you?" He throws the older man to the ground. "Just like the pictures. You know, Jeff, my dad really admires your work. He gushes on and on about how great you are." He stomps on the back of Davis' knee, eliciting muffled screams and a sickening crack. "But you bore me. You're dead, you're evil, and you're boring."
The Watcher chuckles softly, leaning his head in the palm of his hand, watching with a smile on his face. Davis seems to collapse on the floor, his body shaking.
The young man crosses his hands, then slowly moves them apart, seemingly conjuring a hand drill, but the Watcher can see that it's made of the boy's flesh and bone and infused with Dark Energy.
"I do feel bad for you." He kneels and places the dull bit against Davis' lower right eyelid. "But odds are you aren't real. And if you are, it's not relevant to me in the slightest." He begins turning the crank.
The Jigsaw Man is still in semi-hiding, as their skinsuit begins to peel
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
The young man slowly walks toward President Davis of the Confederacy. He puts his fingers in the man's hair. "My senses all tell me that he's real. You really can do anything, can't you?" He throws the older man to the ground. "Just like the pictures. You know, Jeff, my dad really admires your work. He gushes on and on about how great you are." He stomps on the back of Davis' knee, eliciting muffled screams and a sickening crack. "But you bore me. You're dead, you're evil, and you're boring."
The Watcher chuckles softly, leaning his head in the palm of his hand, watching with a smile on his face. Davis seems to collapse on the floor, his body shaking.
The young man crosses his hands, then slowly moves them apart, seemingly conjuring a hand drill, but the Watcher can see that it's made of the boy's flesh and bone and infused with Dark Energy.
"I do feel bad for you." He kneels and places the dull bit against Davis' lower right eyelid. "But odds are you aren't real. And if you are, it's not relevant to me in the slightest." He begins turning the crank.
He only stops when the screaming does.
Suddenly, they are transported back to the room they first met. The Watcher turns to the TV and waves a hand, the channel flips to some sort of old show about something or other. He turns back to them "Did you have fun? Did you get it out of your system?"
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*Your finally JOINING*
*SHHZNDNDNXMZMZMZJSJWJJSJZ*
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
"I guess. You're... nicer than I expected." He sets down his toy and walks to his dresser, flipping through a black book placed on it. "I called on you because you know more about this stuff than I do. They told me you were smart, charismatic, and aware of human behavior to a greater extent than other entities. I'm glad they were right." He goes back to the bed. "What kinds of games do you know?" He sounds more curious than demanding.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*Oh, of course!*
*They'd probably be mid-level Nightmares or animals that developed Psychic powers and Artes, given that some people report them existing, some don't, and some report them as normal animals.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"I know tons my friend, and you were right to call on me. Hell! It's been too long since anyone has even picked up a remote and worked up enough effort to call me forth from the void." He grins "and wowza! You spent a lot of time getting this little party together." He picks up a sheet of paper with a symbol on it "But let's ask the real questions here! What games do you want to play?"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Alrrrrrr*
A sniffing sound comes from an alleyway, as a wolflike creature sticks its head out from behind a dumpster.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"I was originally thinking Russian Roulette, but I don't know if that would be fair. I don't know if either of us could even die from it, it'd make a mess, and to top it all off all I have is a semi-auto." He looks around the room. "I guess I'm too old for pretend, and I don't have that many toys anymore..." He rubs his chin. "Tell you what, we'll play your favorite first, then I'll pick a game if we still have time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
A short skinny guy in his late 20's with a beard, is sitting at the construction site for the mall with a husky. He's wearing a plaid jacket, plaid pants, and with a blue plaid shirt. And has brown hair.
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
"Very well." He waves a hand and suddenly they are in the TV. Three walks are normal, looking like a normal room almost except for the last wall which opens up into a black void with a single camera watching them. "Tell me my friend, my new best friend, who do you want to see most?"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He seems surprisingly unphased. He looks around at the room they're in. "Who? Huh... I guess... Wait, like, anyone? Do they have to be alive?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*I gtg very, very soon*
*Goodnight, all! I love you!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"But of course not! Dead, Alive, Imaginary, Semi-Real, anything you want!" He clasps his hands together.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Good morning my radroaches*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He scratches his head. "Well, let's start with something simple. Jefferson Davis. I bet you get that one a lot. I would ask for Hitler, but bringing him back sounds like a bad idea, even contained in a pocket dimension thing like this."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*Squirmy, slithery bois*
*Roaches the size of dogs*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He chuckles "You'd be surprised.." he snaps his fingers, the very man sitting down in one of the plush seats by the wall. His mouth and hands are bound so he can't scream or escape.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The young man slowly walks toward President Davis of the Confederacy. He puts his fingers in the man's hair. "My senses all tell me that he's real. You really can do anything, can't you?" He throws the older man to the ground. "Just like the pictures. You know, Jeff, my dad really admires your work. He gushes on and on about how great you are." He stomps on the back of Davis' knee, eliciting muffled screams and a sickening crack. "But you bore me. You're dead, you're evil, and you're boring."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
The Watcher chuckles softly, leaning his head in the palm of his hand, watching with a smile on his face. Davis seems to collapse on the floor, his body shaking.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The young man crosses his hands, then slowly moves them apart, seemingly conjuring a hand drill, but the Watcher can see that it's made of the boy's flesh and bone and infused with Dark Energy.
"I do feel bad for you." He kneels and places the dull bit against Davis' lower right eyelid. "But odds are you aren't real. And if you are, it's not relevant to me in the slightest." He begins turning the crank.
He only stops when the screaming does.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
The Jigsaw Man is still in semi-hiding, as their skinsuit begins to peel
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
Suddenly, they are transported back to the room they first met. The Watcher turns to the TV and waves a hand, the channel flips to some sort of old show about something or other. He turns back to them "Did you have fun? Did you get it out of your system?"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]