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[killerhellhound]

I'm undead I don't tire so pretend to go to sleep something is up their up to something

[killerhellhound]

I'm undead I dont sleep or tire pretend to go to sleep their up to something

[Harry Baldman]

In the tower of the Artiste...

Mark, realizing that he really shouldn't be able to feel tired, goes to his room and takes a seat on his luxurious bed, pretending to go to sleep. He lays on the bed for several hours.

Nothing happens.

Nothing happens a lot. Seriously, it's getting perilously boring in here.

[killerhellhound]

relax and sleep

[Harry Baldman]

Inside Mark's room...

Mark decides that nobody is going to kill him. For now. So he can snooze for a while, relax. Let his guard down for a bit. Enjoy life. All that good stuff.

He has sweet dreams in his comfy bed. Dreams of adventure, of glory, of all kinds of things. Things he almost can't imagine. He wakes up some hours later. It is a bright new day, and everyone's walking around, being generally busy and doing their own things. It looks to be a good day for new adventures.

[killerhellhound]

Break the fourth wall
"hey Harry what do I have to do to get some more players in

[Harry Baldman]

Inside Mark's room...

Mark tries to break the fourth wall.

It's made of stone, sadly. And breaking it would ultimately be counterproductive, as it would produce a draft. Besides, he has to get to adventuring!

He heads out into the main room, seeing that the Artiste is already up and about. He looks worried.

"Quick, Mark! You're our only hope! Somebody raised the giant lizard outside, it's rampaging about again! But it's undead this time!"

[killerhellhound]

talk to the necro guys and ask if they can rasie more undead
(this is for you waitlisters)

[TopHat]

((and why does the Artiste not just soul-bind-control it like he did the other undead and mages? A giant pet zombie lizard can be quite handy...
Suspicious...))

[Harry Baldman]

Inside the tower of the Artiste...

Mark asks if the necromancers can raise more undead.

"There's no time, there's a gods-damned undead lizard coming at us!"

"Yeah, hurry up and kill it!"

Oh, right. That.

[killerhellhound]

I turn around and say to the demon soul bind it mate or carnt you do it

[Harry Baldman]

Inside the tower of the Artiste...

Mark turns to the Artiste.

"Bind it, mate! Or can't you do it?"

"Oh, if only I could! But even my powers have limits! It's all up to you, Mark!"

[killerhellhound]

any easy way to kill it?
fly out and fly into the eye sockets again then wreak the insides of the beast

[Harry Baldman]

In the tower of the Artiste...

Mark flies out of the tower and flies right at the beast, sailing right into its ruined eye. He then begins to ruin the beast's insides.

It takes him no time at all to completely obliterate the beast from the inside, separate its body into tiny pieces and burn it on several ritual pyres, then salt the earth where it once stood. The beast is defeated! Mark sails through the sky in triumph, the flames of glory following right behind him, leaving the blazing trail of a comet. He writes out his name in the sky for all to see, complete with a suitable title.

MARK
UTTER BADASS

Gods, this feels good. He flies back into the tower, performing a perfect badass walk as he does so. The people inside - Bernie, Erin, Art, Evelyn, the Artiste, zombie guy, pyromaniac weirdo, Tom - all applaud.

"Great work, Mark! And happy birthday! We have cake for you."

And indeed, there it is - rich, delightful cake for Mark to enjoy at his leisure.

[killerhellhound]

pyro zombie  but you dead oh damm its a dream or mind trap or something it all makes too much sense all the weird actions all the awesome
disbelive in the matrix dream