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Joan Salvatore
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Post by Joan Salvatore on Nov 20, 2014 20:25:56 GMT -5
[googlefont="Mrs Saint Delafield:300"]  COME DOWN AND WASTE AWAY WITH ME [attr="class","next"]Halo Forest certainly was...interesting. It was like a giant park, in many ways it was nostalgic of Earth's great national nature reserves, but yet it was located right in the middle of the city. If one were to look up, they would see the skyline of skyscrapers piercing the forest canopy. And towering over them yet, the ominous Yggdrasil Building. A pair of deep purple eyes closed in fear upon seeing the building, refocusing on the lake. The body connected to them was petite, feminine, and completely alone. This person was somebody who believed they didn't deserve to be a champion. Somebody who thought they were mistakenly here, surely she hadn't done anything to earn this status in life. It was short, and miserable, and full of mistakes. It was cringe-worthy just thinking about.
This girl was named Joan Salvatore, a poor girl of no great mention or concern. She was alone, as she liked to be, finding out that most everything and everybody here was out to kill her. Well, that and the fact that she wasn't exactly very good at talking to people. Letting out a sigh, she tossed a pebble out into the lake and sat down at the edge of the water. At least it was somewhat peaceful here. She hadn't seen a single soul in miles.
The nearby brush rustled with movement. It sounded like a deer, no, one couldn't be that foolish. The dark-haired girl quickly turned towards the source of the noise only to find nothing was there. This only added to her paranoia instead of relieving it. Doing the stupidest thing she could think of at the moment, she grasped onto her metal golf club and called out in a timid voice, "H-Hello, I-I think you s-should leave if...if you want to t-try to hurt me." Crap, this wasn't coming out right at all. "I-I'm very powerful! It won't w-work!"
She was doomed. There was no way this was scaring anybody.
HP: 6 MP: 10 [attr="class","crazyforthisgirl1"] NOTES STATUS NOTES: Socialite perk active (+2 END and BAR). TAGS: @gem, YormWORD COUNT: 331 MUSIC: --- [newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #fff;[/newclass] [newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1"]height: 18px; width:275px; -moz-transition-delay: .0s; -webkit-transition-delay: .0s; -o-transition-delay: .0s; -ms-transition-delay: .0s; transition-delay: .0s; -moz-transition-duration: .2s; -webkit-transition-duration: .2s; -o-transition-duration: .2s; -ms-transition-duration: .2s; transition-duration: 2s; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; position: relative; opacity:0.2; position:left[/newclass] [newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1:hover"]height: 115px; width:275px; overflow: auto;padding: 5px; -moz-transition-delay: .5s; -webkit-transition-delay: .5s; -o-transition-delay: .5s; -ms-transition-delay: .5s; transition-delay: .5s; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 10px;opacity:0.8;[/newclass] |
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Yorm
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World Eater
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Post by Yorm on Nov 22, 2014 18:59:16 GMT -5
[attr="class","BOXU"]  | STRENGTH: 0 | | ENDURANCE: 0 | | MAGIC: 4 | | BARRIER: 0 | | DEXTERITY: 0 | | SPEED: 0 |
[attr="class","next"]Oh yes, there was a fearsome beast lying in wait in those bushes. A creature which had eaten his race to extinction, his entire home world left a wasteland in his wake. The insatiable hunger would now befall Asgard lest someone stop it, and now it was coming for the bespectacled young girl as well. The leaves rustled once more before the horrifying pink ball leaped out, arms raised in excited salutation.
"Hiii!" Yorm giggled and looked up longingly at the girl, its backwards cap drooping to the side slightly as it lowered itself from its tiptoes. It cooed, giving a bit of happy gibberish as it danced around the unlucky stranger, then jumping up onto her back and struggling to climb to her shoulders. Peeking over her shoulder, he smiled wide and gave its name, "Yorm! Hiii!"
The odd little thing gave a curious expression to her makeshift weapon before jumping back to the ground and prodding at its shaft. It then opened its mouth as if it were going to attempt to consume the club. Starting at the driver, he worked himself downward, but then stopped, not exactly enjoying the taste. "Bluuuuh!" He spat it out, launching himself back and wiping at his tongue with his nubby little hands quickly.
He then remembered something that could help in making the inedible edible, removing his cap and shuffling through it best he could before retrieving a wide handled paintbrush. Yorm placed the blue baseball cap back on his head and turned it backwards, holding the brush out toward the girl and laughing.
"Yum! Yum!" | [attr="class","uhm"]Note to self: Do not eat golf clubs. | [attr="class","uhm2"]265 |
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Blake West
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Post by Blake West on Nov 22, 2014 20:50:07 GMT -5
The last trip into the forest has been wild, to say the very least. Giant tree monsters and new friends, if you wanted to call them that. It actually hadn’t even occurred that long ago. He’d wandered into the woods and met some people, finding them strange for punching trees. Of course, as if to jinx his words, Ents appeared and did the little team some damage. It wasn’t that bad, not with them working as a team, but it wasn’t pleasant. As if to remember such an event, Blake decided to revisit the area. It wouldn’t do any harm for him to pass time training with trees. Maybe punch a few and build up strength, or practice accuracy.
“Heh. Some memories this place holds.” Walking into the forest was nothing like the last time. This time held flashbacks of a duel. He could still see Roku hiding in the bushes, to emerge a brave little guy. Still a loser, but a tab braver. There was also that Valdís girl, though Blake couldn’t really stand her all that much. She was much too showy with her money, though he did enjoy the business card she gave him, as it was adorned with silver and gold. As for the other, Gem, he remembered her being rather nice. She seemed to know what she was doing, what with her ability to scorch trees with her fists.. Blake shook his head, remembering dodging thorns shot at him by a vengeful Ent. It was interesting, to say the least.
Blake paused and ran his hand along one of the trees, some of the aftermath of their fight still in place. There was even a small crater in one of the trees from where Gem had unleashed some fury, as well as some marks in the next tree where Valdís had had her way with it. When they told her it was a poor tree, they didn’t mean anything to do with the tree’s wealth.
Blake traveled the forest, finding a new story in each tree he passed. There was the lingering fear of finding Ents, but that was okay. The forest wasn’t that bad, and there were animals and whatnot around to take him mind off the wild-ass little fight.
There was more, too, though. Up ahead, the sound of running water reached his ears. Inspecting closer, Blake found the source and moved closer. A bubbling stream ran through the forest, little leaves and the like washed away in the current. Tiny fish could be seen flittering along, if one were to look closely. Deciding he had nothing much better to do, Blake took off walking along the water, moving with it downstream. At least he couldn’t get lost like this. It was nice out, and the sky was pretty clear, given the area. Inhaling deeply, Blake remembered what it was like to be human. He also remembered what it felt like to need a smoke.
He was just fishing for the lighter when he noticed something ahead. A girl, it seemed, along with a strange pink blob. “The hell?” Lighting up and shoving the lighter back into his pocket, Blake took a deep breath and let the smoke filter through his nose. It made him feel like a dragon. Anyway, he was coming up to the duo and decided to focus on what to say. The last time he had met two people in the forest, it ended in an ambush by walking trees. It probably wasn’t smart to do that again, but it’d be smarter to take on tree monsters as a group, as opposed to being alone.
“Hey.” Waving a bit, Blake entered the area and stopped a few feet away, staring at the pink spherical creature in caution. It didn’t look dangerous, neither did the girl, but you never really knew around here. He wasn’t used to this, as he hardly ever talked to people. But the girl looked nice, albeit a bit scared, and the other creature didn’t seem too dangerous so he figured it wouldn’t hurt to try talking to them. “Yeah, uh, so hey. I’m Blake. What’s going on?”
Not the best start, as he came off awkward, but it was something.
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Post by Mitch on Nov 25, 2014 2:55:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","BOXU"]  | STRENGTH: 0 | | ENDURANCE: 0 | | MAGIC: 0 | | BARRIER: 0 | | DEXTERITY: +2 | | SPEED: 0 |
HEALTH: 100% (5/5)
MANA: 100% (10/10)
The sun was too bright, the trees were too tall, and the outside world had some low-fi graphics that made the morbidly obese Shitlord want to vomit profusely into the face of Mother Nature herself. Didn’t nature know that some people were solar-averse? Ignorant ableist asshole, it wasn’t that he was too lazy to go outside and do physical activity, it was the fact that his skin tanned easily, and he didn’t like that. He prefers calling it a tan, anyways, because to call it a “burn” would be highly offensive to victims of various types of fires, and high-stakes rap-offs, even though rap, as an entire genre, was a bunch of cishet male demographic trash that made its living on triggers. On second thought, fuck burn victims, the bunch of human waste they all were.
Stomping his way down the path, his highly sensitive ears (his mama had always told him he had a penchant for good hearing; obviously, nobody else did. He was speshul.) detected some voices talking about things. And so, detecting an opportunity to educate some poor unfortunate souls, Mitch waddled into the fray, immediately sizing up his quarry as he approached. And what a quarry it was, what a quarry indeed…
The first he noticed was a man- of course, it would be a male. White, so clearly, he had a ton of unchecked privilege, and Mitch hated him already. With nothing else to go on, he also assumed the man was cisgendered and heterosexual. Straight as an arrow, clearly a “lady killer” as the man probably called himself. Mitch already felt himself growing slightly sick as this guy’s sheer existence raped the entire female gender. Screw this guy. Screw him hard, and with something very sandpapery, and figurative. What a terrible human being. He would make this quick. “Hey, you, you white trash cishet patriarchal shitstain on the face of society, do you have any idea how stereotypical you’re coming off to me right now? Why don’t you just go home and change into a wifebeater, since that’s all you’re good at, you prick. Check your fucking privilege, scumbag, you people make me sick.” Emphatically flipping the man off, he turned to his next target, the only woman present.
“And you,” he continued, pointing a particularly chubby finger at her face. “What in the shit do you think you’re doing with that ridiculously stupid-looking pink blob? Leaving a fucking golf club within its reach, so that it could potentially choke to death and die? What the Hell, you speciesist, passive-aggressive asshole? Think about shit next time, this thing looks pretty intellectually-challenged, and you’re just triggering the fuck out of it. You check your fucking privilege too, damn.” Not even to mention the fact that she looked white, or possibly also Asian. He’d just have to assume the most privilege and suppose she was actually a white female cisgendered heterosexual Neo-Nazi, out to massacre every pink sphere. In his professional opinion, and it was professional, as he was certainly not sexist, as that is the exact same thing he strives to combat, he’d have to say that she was likely also on the rag pretty bad. Who else carried around a nine iron in the woods?
But then his attention suddenly turned on the pink thing, as a sudden and completely nonsensical realization dawned on him. He turned to the pink blob, completely disregarding all he’d just said to the woman about her bullying the fat circle. He deserved to be bullied now, obviously. “ Wait a minute... Oh, fuck you, you're a staff member’s character, whatever the tits that means, get the fuck out of here, you worthless scumbag piece of shit cishet trash, go die in a hole, faggot. Check your fucking privilege, you disgusting pile of putrid pink silliness. You’re no better than the other two!” Nevermind the fact that there are no staff members in Asgard, because that would be absolutely ridiculous, or the fact that the woman was even more at fault in that point than the Kirby-esque thing. She was pretty irrelevant, actually, so Mitch didn’t care. Also, he no longer really cared about where the whole bit about staff members and characters came from. Sometimes, he just made up insults on the fly. He turned dramatically away from everyone, before raising his arms into the air, equally theatrically, revealing his gross and unsightly midriff as his shirt came up with his arms. “Am I the only person here with any common decency!?”
| [attr="class","uhm"]if u were trigered by this msg then ur a beta boi who cant handle it gtfo pls & ty | [attr="class","uhm"]754 |
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Post by VileKaizer on Nov 25, 2014 19:56:17 GMT -5
While Mitch was yelling at the other three currently known to be present, he actually managed to disturb a fourth, unseen, presence in the midst of his triggered hate speech. Yes, it was, as a matter of fact, old man Pluto, taking a nap out on the lake. While most could hardly fathom the plausibility of an elderly hippie laying back directly in the center of the lake, there really wasn't much since arguing the logistics here in Asgard. Shit happens."Pipe down, will ya? Can't you see some of us are tryin' t'get some shut eye, ya big bellied buffoon!" Pluto scratched at the side of his face before standing with a groan and rubbing at his back. His eyebrows arched upward as he noticed the entire group, but then a grin finally came about. Walking across the waters, he soon made it to the shore and pointed at the tubby one decisively."Must be here for the calamari! Merfolk been known for their fresh cuisine." The old timer chuckled to himself and held out his opposite hand in front of the group. Within his palm lay four skull-shaped candies, each with a blue hue. "C'mon then, we ain't got all day. Pop these bad boys in yuns mouths and follow me." After each of them had taken the little treats, he made sure all of them did though didn't meet much resistance from the pink ball dude, he started back toward the lake. His head turned again as, this time, his feet plunged into the waters and he had begun walking into them.
"Alright, c'mon, no need t'be scared, water's fine. Those treats got a special magic to 'em, let's ya breath in here."
[ ALL PC'S IN THREAD ARE NOW ABLE TO BREATH UNDERWATER AND GAIN +1 DEX WHILE UNDERWATER UNTIL THE END OF THREAD. DUE TO SOME SORT OF SPATIOMANCY TAMPERING, GUNS ALSO WORK UNDERWATER IN THIS THREAD. ]
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ｔｈｅｒｅ＇ｓ ｎｏｗｈｅｒｅ ｗｅ ｃａｎ ｈｉｄｅ
Joan Salvatore
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Black Knight
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Post by Joan Salvatore on Nov 30, 2014 8:46:55 GMT -5
[googlefont="Mrs Saint Delafield:300"] COME DOWN AND WASTE AWAY WITH ME [attr="class","next"]Oh no, the brush was moving, here it came! Joan thought images of terrifying dragons, hungry zombies with their flesh just barely hanging on, and horrible man-eating giant trolls. Her violet eyes closed in fear for a moment, though when they opened, they saw none of these three things. The timid girl sighed in relief; it was just a pink ball. Wait! This could be a demon in disguise or something, she had heard tales of shapeshifting magic. Her hands shook upon her weapon as she pointed it towards the smiling creature, a horrible monster that greeted her in a friendly manner. She was onto him, she thought.
This monster introduced itself as Yorm...she thought. He didn't really seem capable of structured speech, something Joan picked up right away. Even if she was weak and timid, she was at the very least intelligent, spending most of her time delving into books of all sorts; animal biology texts, demonology texts, mathematical tomes, yuri eroge novels, history textbooks, scientific theory essays, and that was just a small few on the long list of reads the dark-haired girl has gone through.
She let out a gasp of terror as the puffball put his large mouth around her club and began to swallow it. Oh no, he was a monster! No matter how hard she tried to pull back, this creature's mouth was simply stronger. If he wanted her weapon, he could've very well of taken it, but again to the "black knight's" relief, the club was spat back out before it was fully consumed. This zany fellow then turned his hat backwards and pulled out a large paintbrush, saying "yum yum" despite finding her metal driver disgusting. She thought. The half-hispanic girl was now greatly confused on what to feel about towards this "Yorm."
"I want to go home." She exclaimed in a depressive and worried tone. Home. Where was that anymore? It certainly wasn't the place she knew on Earth, that place seemed like nothing more than a distant memory. She sometimes wondered what her family and friends thought after she had died, she wondered if they were sad, or if they even cared at all. The latter seemed more likely; she felt she was just as worthless in life as she is in death.
While Joan was preoccupied with a girl, a red-haired man stepped out of the woods, something she had noticed until she tasted and smelled the cigarette smoke floating in the air near her. Crap, another mistake, this was likely a deadly assassin or a psychotic serial killer, coming out to murder her and her poor innocent(?) friend Yorm! Okay, well maybe not friend, or even acquaintance, crap, why did she have to issue a challenge to the bushes? Everything in the forest was coming out now! However, again to her pleasant surprise, she turned to find out it was a fairly friendly looking male. Tall, somewhat handsome (if she swung that way), and best of all, he had an awkward tone to his voice. Maybe this man wasn't so different from her, though he was far calmer. Either way, as long as he didn't pull one of those guns holstered around his waist on her, this was a pleasant surprise.
"Oh, u-umm, hello." She turned on her heel to fully face the new arrival, though she tried to maintain attention on Yorm as well, simply to not be rude, and simply to not be eaten while she wasn't looking. "My name is Joan Salvatore." She spoke this statement like she had said it a million times before, the only statement in her entire pattern of speech that held any resolve. "I'm just u-uh," Shit, what was she even doing? The girl adjusted her glasses as she stuttered, then looking out to the lake, "L-Looking for Nessie, I g-guess." She let out a very awkward and soft giggle at her terrible "joke."
Just as things were starting to get easy-going, a fat man in a hat then emerged from the brush. This man was different from the maroon-haired fellow in front of her; he smelled not like smoke but of thirty-day old ham sandwiches and raw anger. Almost instantly, he began spewing long words of frustration from his mouth, right at the other man whom had just arrived. Were they rivals, did they know each other? No, this was blind rage, something confirmed when one of his sausage-like fingers was pressed right in her face.
“What in the shit do you think you’re doing with that ridiculously stupid-looking pink blob? Leaving a fucking golf club within its reach, so that it could potentially choke to death and die? What the Hell, you speciesist, passive-aggressive asshole? Think about shit next time, this thing looks pretty intellectually-challenged, and you’re just triggering the fuck out of it. You check your fucking privilege too, damn.”
At this point, the dark-haired girl didn't know how to react. With each harsh word, a tear appeared in her eyes, until she tried to retort with some sort of response, "Y-yeah, w-well, I-I, y-you, a-r-re..." She couldn't finish whatever horrible comeback she was about to spit out, instead breaking down into full out crying, something that caused her to cover her face with her hands. Oh no, this was totally embarrassing, and totally bad. There would be no hiding the fact that she was weaker than a fly at this point, it was all over. This fat man single-handily broke her spirit and confidence. He continued to spit mean words at Yorm before she heard the voice of an old man overpower her sobs.
She opened her eyes and lowered her hands to look at this fellow. Old was right, he looked like Tommy Chong in a bit of a way, dressed like some sort of ancient hippie or stoner. He spoke a lot more calmly then the rest of the group, something that slightly comforted Joan and at least got her to stop crying. She was then handed a skull-shaped piece of candy, and then instructed to eat it. Oh yeah, that would be a good idea. What was this going to do, anyway? Make her shrink?
Oh, breathe underwater. Wait. Why was she going underwater? Well, there was no use trying to resist now. The group might not like that. And people in Asgard tended to be mean when you didn't do what they said, and people being mean, usually led to murder. At least in this world, anyway. As Tommy Chong, a name she decided to call this old man in her head as a small source of amusement, entered the water, he instructed her and the rest to follow him. Yeah, right. Even if she did eat that mysterious candy, this seemed a bit fishy. The best thing to do would be to wait for somebody else to go first.
"W-won't we drown?" She spoke, still questioning the authenticity of the candy. She had popped it in her mouth, of course, and it had quite a delicious blueberry taste, but it didn't seem to do anything. She felt absolutely no different.
HP: 9 MP: 14 [attr="class","crazyforthisgirl1"] NOTES STATUS NOTES: Socialite perk active (+2 END and BAR). TAGS: Blake West, Yorm, MitchWORD COUNT: 1202 MUSIC: --- [newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #fff;[/newclass] [newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1"]height: 18px; width:275px; -moz-transition-delay: .0s; -webkit-transition-delay: .0s; -o-transition-delay: .0s; -ms-transition-delay: .0s; transition-delay: .0s; -moz-transition-duration: .2s; -webkit-transition-duration: .2s; -o-transition-duration: .2s; -ms-transition-duration: .2s; transition-duration: 2s; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; position: relative; opacity:0.2; position:left[/newclass] [newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1:hover"]height: 115px; width:275px; overflow: auto;padding: 5px; -moz-transition-delay: .5s; -webkit-transition-delay: .5s; -o-transition-delay: .5s; -ms-transition-delay: .5s; transition-delay: .5s; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 10px;opacity:0.8;[/newclass] |
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Yorm
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3.2 Billion
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World Eater
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Post by Yorm on Dec 3, 2014 19:05:36 GMT -5
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[attr="class","next"]"Haha!" Yorm only laughed at the redheaded man as he made his appearance, waving to him eagerly. However, just as the guy who Yorm even made look like he needed to lose weight appeared and started throwing insults left and right had made his presence known, the pink alien's attention had already become drawn towards the old man on the lake. That was... weird. Even odd to the pink ball, a being who had seen his fair share of out of this world things in his time living, most of which he had consumed.
The old man then shouted at the fat guy, and Yorm, mistakenly and unknowingly mistaking the outburst to be directed at himself, ran behind the red haired cop guy in fear. It wasn't much that his appearance was outstandingly scary or anything, just a reaction out of nervous shock. As he presented a handful of candy toward the group, however, Yorm's eyes lit up and he took his piece greedily, tossing it up and catching it in his mouth with gusto.
After consumption he didn't really feel all too strange, and the candy was pretty tasty, but he could feel something inside of him changing. Perhaps just by intuition, or due to the fact that his species' biology was different from the norm, he knew that this had given him an ability through some sort of side effect. The creature tugged on the top of Joan's sock excitedly and pointed in the direction of the lake, giving a bit of gibberish towards the entirety of the group before jumping into the waters.
As his eyes cleared from the air bubbles created and began to adjust to the clear depths, he found the candy had indeed given him the capability of breathing water as if it were air. He swam about excitedly, also noticing himself to be more dexterous while in here. He attempted to give a cheer, though it was rather muffled due to the water surrounding him. Soon he noticed a school of fish swimming toward a cavern and gave chase, excited by the prospect of eating them. He hadn't had fish in quite some time, and raw kept the flavor natural, something which made sushi quite a treat in comparison to the cooked alternative.
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Raging Homosexuality
Blake West
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Post by Blake West on Dec 6, 2014 11:56:23 GMT -5
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Blake was having a nice conversation with the girl. He actually kind of liked her, as she seemed nice enough. Probably a pushover, but at least she wasn’t rude or anything. “Hey Joan.” With a rare offering of a slight smile, Blake then turned to the smaller pink creature. It was waving at him. That meant it couldn’t be too dangerous, right? Maybe. Raising a hand, Blake moved his hand in a tiny wave back at it. It seemed this trip into the forest wasn’t going to be half as bad as the last one. Here he was with two other, calm, collected people. It didn’t get much bet-
“ Hey, you, you white trash cishet patriarchal shitstain on the face of society, do you have any idea how stereotypical you’re coming off to me right now? Why don’t you just go home and change into a wifebeater, since that’s all you’re good at, you prick. Check your fucking privilege, scumbag, you people make me sick.”
Well there it went. The peace, the calm, right out the window. This terrible grease stain showed up and decided to open his fat mouth. Sighing, Blake moved the cigarette from his mouth and rolled his eyes. “Oh yes, come here Joan. Let me just destroy you, like any man would, apparently.” Blake began, sarcasm heavy. He kind of hoped he didn’t scare Joan any bit more than she already was, but he continued anyway. “While we do that, I can tell you all about my boyfriend.” He tsked, flicking ash from his cigarette while he glared at the man.
This new guy, whom Blake hoped fell into the pond and drowned, then went around the circle spitting insults at everyone in turn. Of course, it was probably to make himself feel better. With a body that big, his ego couldn’t have been very small. “Would you shut up?” Blake growled, anger boiling inside of him as he reduced Joan to tears. His hand was already on the butt of his pistol, more than ready to bust a cap in his ass and take what miserable soul he had, when something stirred within the lake. It was just getting better by the moment.
An old man had just…appeared from the lake. Caught by surprise, Blake moved backwards a step, the cigarette falling from his open lips. Whether his intention or not, Blake stepped it out as he readied himself into a battle stance. He’d have to do something. Joan was just getting over tears, the pink thing was hiding behind his leg, and the fat guy was probably caught up in privilege and trigger warnings. However, the old man from the lake did not seem very harmful. He even insulted the fat man, something that instantly put him in Blake’s favors.
They say not to accept candy from strangers, and tiny skull candies are probably not a great choice, but Blake found himself with a candy in hand regardless. When it didn’t kill the other two, Blake decided it was safe and popped one into his own mouth. The flavor was unique, not something he could really name, but it was close to blueberry in a way. He didn’t feel very much different, though. About to voice his own worries, Joan had spoken up before him. What it the candies were just candy? It did seem a cruel joke that death would try to play. He didn’t much care to go anyway. He could swim, yeah, kinda. Water was just. Not his thing.
Walking to the edge of the water, Blake took a deep breath and began wading in. It wouldn’t be too bad. He’d be alright. Hopefully. If the candies didn’t work, there was always the hope that Fatty would drown. Or maybe float out to sea. Sharks would easily mistake the shithead for a baby whale. With those thoughts in mind, Blake finally decided to test the candy. Ducking his head underwater, he went to breath in the murky water and found that…he wasn’t drowning. The candy was working, and he liked it. Maybe the water wouldn’t be so terrifying after all, now that the idea of drowning was out of the picture.
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Post by Mitch on Dec 7, 2014 11:13:48 GMT -5
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HEALTH: 100% (3/3)
MANA: 100% (10/10)
It was as if this guy was simply fanning the flames of his own horrible demise! Mitch was going to absolutely destroy this punk, and he didn’t even know it yet. Nobody can win against an angry Social Justice warrior- NOBODY. “See, look! You’re doing it right now, you worthless piece of disgusting filthy man-garbage! Miss, I am sincerely sorry that this ignorant fuckface is RAPING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU RIGHT NOW IN HIS MIND. Though to be fair, you do probably have it coming for assaulting that moronic pink sphere alien, like the xenophobic bitch you are. Actually, you know what, fuck you, fuck you both, and fuck you the most, fatass. Yeah, I’m talking to you, pinky. Fuck you.” Didn’t even bother to consider the fact that Joan was probably physically incapable of response right now, having been reduced to tears, or the fact that Blake had just explicitly noted his homosexual persuasion. He note that he clearly didn’t appreciate being educated on social interactions, so Mitch twitched his lip in raw anger as he prepared to unleash more rage on this sorry fool, but suddenly, a LAKE MONSTER APPEARED. Or, more accurately, some guy who immediately began insulting Mitch.
Big-bellied buffoon!? Merfolk cuisine!? CALAMARI!? Oh, fuck this guy, he had no idea who he was even messing with! He’d just stepped out of the safety zone of the lake, right smack dab into the middle of the verbal battleground at which Mitch was currently the undefeated champion, having managed to piss off everybody present, especially the pink blob, obviously. Boiling red in the face, he lashed out with all he had against this man. “Alright, listen here, you ignorant, pathetic, worthless, scrawny, horrible, cishet, privileged asshole, one more word and I’ll have to do something about it, you cacomorphobic douchebag. For one thing, don’t you know that sleeping on top of a body of water that centaurs and manticores and shit drink from produces tons of methane right into their fucking water supply, not to MENTION all the shit you probably roll around in when you aren’t sleeping?! You’re practically the cause of global fucking warming, you dickhead.
“Plus, you just barge in here, offering free candy to a fucking pink blob that hardly looks like it COULDN’T be an infant of whatever race it even is, that’s pretty damn pedophilic, if you ask me, so don’t even think about raping the shit out of that poor defenseless ugly monster. And if that’s not your schtick, you also gave one to her, so I’m pretty fucking sure you just handed her some fucking rufies, you sick raping patriarchal male pig. So cut that shit out RIGHT NOW, even if she does still probably deserve it. Also, nobody gives a shit about your brother in being-privileged-and-a-fucking-prick, over there, so if you want to rape the shit out of him, that’s fine, I don’t give a fuck, but still, seriously, fuck you.
“AND FURTHERMORE, I’ll have you know, you insufferable anusbastard, I’m NOT “big-bellied” or a “buffoon,” so don’t EVEN try that shit with me, son. I’m not fat, I’m healthy, haven’t you ever seen someone with some meat on their bones, you scrawny arrogant pricknose? My mama always told me I was fit as a fiddle, at a flawless 380 pounds, when I was growing up, and I only gained like, a little bit more weight since coming here, and that’s pretty much all rock-hard solid muscle. Unlike you, you skinny little fuck. Why don’t YOU go eat some calamari, which, by the way, I don’t like, because it isn’t very filling! Plus, I’m not a buffoon either, I read TV Tropes and Snopes every day, I’m pretty sure I know basically everything on the internet and whether it’s real or not by now. Plus, I’m smarter than you, so FUCK YOU. In conclusion, suck my giant three and a half inch dick, you ugly swamp monster cishet ass.” His rant, concluded, Mitch proceeded to eat his candy anyways, because he was hungry. It’s hard work maintaining such a fast metabolism to stay healthy, you know.
Immediately, he broke out in hives, even though he did feel a little bit more graceful and agile, like a massive blue whale on land. But as his puffy face puffed up even more, he noted that the candy tasted like… TOMATOES. WHAT THE LITERAL FUCK. His stomach gurgled, and he loudly passed gas, as he flipped off his potential assassin, who had obviously poisoned his candy specifically to spite him, probably. That, or bad luck. He really did have some terrible luck. Though really, who even made tomato flavored candy!?
{CANDY - Mitch gains +1 DEX (underwater)}
{PERK: NO KETCHUP, PLEASE – Mitch loses -2 END, gains +1 STR}
With a dramatic flop, Mitch hit the water, floating for a moment, before descending underneath the watery surface with his fellow adventurers, whom he despised a lot, so very much. It seemed he was able to breathe really well under here, and he did, in fact, feel pretty dexterous. He’d be fine. Probably.
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Post by VileKaizer on Dec 9, 2014 11:56:26 GMT -5
"Like I said, Joan, ain't no need to worry." Pluto gave a raspy chuckle and, unsurprisingly, ignored the following rant from the tubby shitlord before diving into the lake and heading after the little pink dude. Boy was he after those fish, it was a surprise that the old man could catch up to him quick enough to grab him by the shoe and tug him back. Pluto turned him around and clasped an arm around his... shoulders? Whatever. Regardless, he pointed in the direction of what appeared to be a castle at the other end of the waters.
"That's where we're headin', kiddo. Got a surprise for the lot of ya." With a nod the old hippie began to swim off, en route to the destination he'd pointed out. Hopefully the others would be smart enough to follow of their own volition. Otherwise this whole deal would have to go down way slower than Pluto would like.
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THIS IS THE END FOR YOU! ZA WARUDO!
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