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[Trapezohedron]

Spoiler: OOC because i haven't done OOC spoilers in a while. (click to show/hide)

it shall be so, when i get around to it. i, after all, just about incorporate all of your insane suggestions around the story :v

now hmm how shall i go about this (will post later)

[Gwolfski]

*bump*

[Trapezohedron]

((apologies this slipped past my priorities

dang sales has me working outside w/out netz. i'll update dis soon.))

[zomara0292]

Take your time, sir, I trust your icon.

[Trapezohedron]

You gather your ceramic fabrics, and prepare to ensnare the gigantic automaton possessed of energy and momentum. As you throw your rolls, you notice that...

Time is put at a standstill. Gypsy danger charges at you... and stays put. For days, even. You're not quite sure how long this has been taking you. Either way, you're really miffed at this point because all you wanted to do is to CONTROL EVERYTHING.

The battering waves are stopped solid. Hastur is frozen. Your avatar, Cthulhu, is petrified.

From the knowledge you glean off the old husk of a mollusc and octopus you're inhabiting... Oh shit.

Yog. My. God.

You're not quite sure how Yog is here; he's supposed to be away, incapable of breaching reality. Did someone summon the guy? In any case, tentacles breach the clouds above, from cracks in reality akin to those you make when you collide a hard surface. Being able to reverse your own internal time at will, you remain immune to Yog's trickery, but your strongest thrall remains solidly stuck.

An instance of Randolph Carter, one that has been time-walking around, emerges from the cracks.

He chides you for your actions. "Foolish spirit! What have you done?! Your very actions have doomed this world to utter annihilation. You must come with me if you wish to restore the things that you have wrought."

Randolph seems to have somehow pacified the Outer God. Madness.

You are a conglomeration of vase shards, each capable of motion in a world where time stands still. Randolph Carter seeks to correct the timeline, perhaps to make it better according to Yog-Sothoth's will. Do you give in to his demands?

[ATHATH]

Eh, why not. If the fixing of the timeline thing goes South, we at least have another world to destroy.

I kind of want to shard him, but I feel that he could destroy us on a whim.

[Prophet]

Go with Randolph.

[Demonic Spoon]

Pretend to simply be an ordinary, albeit expensive, inanimate object. You're just a vase after all! All these crazy people talking to you like you're a person.

[Omeganaut]

Shift into a different thread dimension and terrorize that one.

[Trapezohedron]

Having little to no choice, considering your entire playground was stopped and the fucking outer god of time is harassing you, you follow Randolph Carter into another world, where you have been told by said Journeyer of Worlds to save.

You're a fucking vase - you don't save people. But nah, you might as well hop in for the ride.

The vase is headed for the world with sick beats and mad rhythms. This chronicle is at an end, only to merge in another.

For now, you will be a simple vase in said world. People don't talk to vases; Randolph is insane. Considering he also pacified an Outer God, well... he might just be.

[Tomasque]

Have one of my shards fly up and slice his throat if he continues to talk. We're a vase, we don't care about what happens to reality!