JESUS CHRIST THE POSTS. 8 PAGES WORTH IN A DAY.
TEAMS: Correct me if neccesary
LIBERAL/ROMANTICISTSHis endless chatter grates upon my nerves. I have grown tired of this game.
Annihilate Misko. If successful, join Xantalos. If fails, stay on the Liberal team.
Cross the male lich with Taveros (I want his horns too) and you have me. The lich's subconscious (unofficially).
Also I will Liberaly kick you ass.
Question, can I have my sword? The one I crafted, and the golem took?
And I'm Liberal.
I am: A giant dragon-robot with lots of neat weapons and powerful magic. Also the pope of the reformed Miskopalian church.
I am a Moderate.
I will convince the lichette and Dirg to get married in the Miskopalian church I set up at Aperture Science.
I THINK SPINAL_TAPER IS GONNA TAKE A FEW WEEKS TO ROLL ALL THE ACTIONS.
Keep talking Miskos, for it shall make it all the easier to reach down your throat and yank out the sad remains of your heart.
Final Form: Demonic Werewolf.
There is no good. There is no evil, there is only the strong, and the weak. There is only power, and those too weak to sieze it. There is no love, there is only anger. There is no joy, there is only sorrow. There is no hope, there is only hate. All the talk of order, peace, and beauty is merely madmen scrabbling desprately to avoid the truth: That we are the cruel ones, the destroyers of life. We meddle in things we don't understand, for the sake of those not yet born, and for what? Nothing but petty squabbles over dogma. The Madness must end!
Arch-Conservative, but opposed to that child Misko.
CONSERVATIVE/PALADINS
Oh fine....
MY FINAL FORM SHALL BE.....DWARF FORTRESS 1.0 (!!!!!!)
Oh and on the Conservative side, because its the dickish thing to do at this point.
STOP SUPPORTING THE LICHETTE, SHE IS EVIL.
Form: I am all. I am that which lies beyond the horizon; that which collapses the ground underneath you, the ones who wait beyond the veil. I lie in the recesses of sentience's souls; I am the voice in the back of your mind urging you to steal, to hurt, to kill. I rot trees and crumble mountains. I consume stars with my passing; I warp existence by existing. I am the threads that bind your shells together, the one that watches and waits for the time of destruction to arrive. And now it has. I sally forth, and my very presence is anathema to your being. I have seen universes come and go, and this one will not last. Whatever you do, whoever you pray to, if I am not them, they will submit or cease to exist. I am your doom. I am all. I. Am. Xantalos.
Faction: I serve none; I come to destroy the love inherent in the corpse-bitch, and then her - no more. Ally with me as you see fit - it will not change the result.
TIME LORDS:
Know what?
Fuck the corpse bitch, and fuck trying to calm misko.
FACTION:THE MOTHERFUCKING TIMELORDS
we do good for the sake of doing good. we follow no law. we will steal to feed a poor man, we will kill a cruel king.
TIMELORDS FUCK YES
>TO THE TARDIS BEFORE HE CAN HIT ME
TURN:
The claw continues trying to force its way into the unborn universe, pulling the wormhole wider and wider as it pulls itself in. Around the wormhole, space itself twists and warps.
Lichettes breath slows to a calm and measured pace, and her ebon blade glows with an eerie purple light. The light steadily gains intensity and volume, eventually surrounding her in an orb of purple light. Just then, its expansion halts, and reverses into a compaction around her. The orb surrounds her and begins to rotate, before condensing into her body and leaving a weak glow around her. She gives Dirg a warm smile, then reaches out and grabs his hand.
"Let me help you."
Some of the energy course through their grasps, leaving Dirg with a similar glow...
Just then, a massive bursting sound is heard, followed by a ripping like God himself unzipping his fly. A many-armed, soot black monstrosity pulls itself from the wormhole, with a face composed of ever-shifting features. One moment, it's consumed with rage, and the next it's filled with the corrupting joy of vengeance. It's followed by a legion of other beings, each the ethereal form of one of the heroes of times past.
Suddenly, the first to come out, the ethereal Misko, opens its mouth, which drips and morphs like tar, slowly opens, and it begins to speak. IT NEVER SHUTS UP. The long winded rant continues for so long a time, many of its comrades turn tail, and back up Lichette and Dirg. Once again, Misko is filled with a primeval, seething rage, and feels his power increase, to such a degree that it cannot control its strength. It must choose a lieutenant to boost in power.
COMMENTARY:
I THINK SPINAL_TAPER IS GONNA TAKE A FEW WEEKS TO ROLL ALL THE ACTIONS.
HAHAHA. No. It's not quite time for the first clash of the war. Besides, do you think I could remember all of those? ALSO, THIS WILL HOPEFULLY END THIS GAME, FREEING MY UP FOR A POSSIBLE SEQUEL. The new status for the Romantics and Paladins will detail their organization as well as their numbers.
Romantics:
Leader: Lichette +3
Lieutenant: Dirg +2
Legions:
His endless chatter grates upon my nerves. I have grown tired of this game.
Annihilate Misko. If successful, join Xantalos. If fails, stay on the Liberal team.
Cross the male lich with Taveros (I want his horns too) and you have me. The lich's subconscious (unofficially).
Also I will Liberaly kick you ass.
Question, can I have my sword? The one I crafted, and the golem took?
And I'm Liberal.
I am: A giant dragon-robot with lots of neat weapons and powerful magic. Also the pope of the reformed Miskopalian church.
I am a Moderate.
I will convince the lichette and Dirg to get married in the Miskopalian church I set up at Aperture Science.
I THINK SPINAL_TAPER IS GONNA TAKE A FEW WEEKS TO ROLL ALL THE ACTIONS.
Keep talking Miskos, for it shall make it all the easier to reach down your throat and yank out the sad remains of your heart.
Final Form: Demonic Werewolf.
There is no good. There is no evil, there is only the strong, and the weak. There is only power, and those too weak to sieze it. There is no love, there is only anger. There is no joy, there is only sorrow. There is no hope, there is only hate. All the talk of order, peace, and beauty is merely madmen scrabbling desprately to avoid the truth: That we are the cruel ones, the destroyers of life. We meddle in things we don't understand, for the sake of those not yet born, and for what? Nothing but petty squabbles over dogma. The Madness must end!
Arch-Conservative, but opposed to that child Misko.
Paladins:
Leader: Misko +3
Lieutenant: Undecided
Legions:
Oh fine....
MY FINAL FORM SHALL BE.....DWARF FORTRESS 1.0 (!!!!!!)
Oh and on the Conservative side, because its the dickish thing to do at this point.
STOP SUPPORTING THE LICHETTE, SHE IS EVIL.
Form: I am all. I am that which lies beyond the horizon; that which collapses the ground underneath you, the ones who wait beyond the veil. I lie in the recesses of sentience's souls; I am the voice in the back of your mind urging you to steal, to hurt, to kill. I rot trees and crumble mountains. I consume stars with my passing; I warp existence by existing. I am the threads that bind your shells together, the one that watches and waits for the time of destruction to arrive. And now it has. I sally forth, and my very presence is anathema to your being. I have seen universes come and go, and this one will not last. Whatever you do, whoever you pray to, if I am not them, they will submit or cease to exist. I am your doom. I am all. I. Am. Xantalos.
Faction: I serve none; I come to destroy the love inherent in the corpse-bitch, and then her - no more. Ally with me as you see fit - it will not change the result.
TIME LORDS:
Last:bukkitdinos
Know what?
Fuck the corpse bitch, and fuck trying to calm misko.
FACTION:THE MOTHERFUCKING TIMELORDS
we do good for the sake of doing good. we follow no law. we will steal to feed a poor man, we will kill a cruel king.
TIMELORDS FUCK YES
>TO THE TARDIS BEFORE HE CAN HIT ME
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