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[My Name is Immaterial]

Follow the alcohol.

And the guns.

Don't forget about those confederate flags! The true sign of any self-respecting redneck.

And the rusty pickups.

[Slayerhero90]

Follow the alcohol.

And the guns.

Don't forget about those confederate flags! The true sign of any self-respecting redneck.

And the rusty pickups.

And the inbreeding.

[My Name is Immaterial]

On behalf of this thread, I am sorry to any renecks who are reading this. We will not stop doing it, because it is hilarious.

[Xantalos]

Hey! I used to know and be friends with some rednecks!
Please continue.

[flame99]

Texas. I've lived there for about 4 years now, and OH GOD THE REDNECKS!

[Dredonius]

Texas. I've lived there for about 4 years now, and OH GOD THE REDNECKS!

You look around for this "Texas" area, and land in a small clearing. The Redneck does not seem to notice you, as he is completely and utterly drunk.

This'll be a piece of cake, if you can get his soul in the next hour.



How do you plan to steal this obese character's soul?

[freeformschooler]

There are NASCAR tickets inside his head! He just has to open it up to find them.

[Slayerhero90]

Tell him that blood can be made into alcohol and get him to kill his least-liked family member. After that, get him to realize what exactly he's done and have him off himself with the axe he killed with. Two souls in one.

[My Name is Immaterial]

There are NASCAR tickets inside his head! He just has to open it up to find them.

Tell him that blood can be made into alcohol and get him to kill his least-liked family member. After that, get him to realize what exactly he's done and have him off himself with the axe he killed with. Two souls in one.

Everyone's head is full of NASCAR tickets!

[freeformschooler]

((By the way, I love how you drew him with a cowboy hat and a beer belly, perfect.))

[Xantalos]

Outta booze? Dontcha know you can drink gasoline to get drunk?*

_{*He will die from this}

[Chink]

There are NASCAR tickets inside his head! He just has to open it up to find them.

[Dredonius]

There are NASCAR tickets inside his head! He just has to open it up to find them.

Tell him that blood can be made into alcohol and get him to kill his least-liked family member. After that, get him to realize what exactly he's done and have him off himself with the axe he killed with. Two souls in one.

Everyone's head is full of NASCAR tickets!

Unfortunately, your family members are all dead of "unknown causes", after a moonlit moonshine ride. This is what drove him to drink and binge, to live in the wilderness as to run away from his tragic past.




Your persuasions only serve to bring him to tears.


But, fortunately, he's in for a spot of good luck! He ain't had no NASCAR tickets before, so this'll be his first time!

With your amazing advice, he jumps for joy, picking up the axe, and, without a single doubt, he chops his head open.



Sadly, his tickets have all been drowned in a liquid similar to ketchup, and he decides to faint on the spot. Your Soul Count jumps up to one.



He'll probably be employed at the Immaterial Border Guard when he gets back.

But wait! What's that?

[Chink]

Greet the newcomer.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Some one is trying to steal our soul! Punch the tree.