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[Funk]

Ok this is an experiment in having a much of game suggested as possible.

So what are you?

[Harbingerjm]

A washed up game creator.

[WillowLuman]

Played by Jim Carrey.

[Shadestyle]

who is being slowly possessed by a demon.

[~Neri]

You are a malevolent, British, purple, demonic cat named Sir Richardson the Twenty Second.

[Harbingerjm]

who is being slowly possessed by a demon.

"Who, the game creator or Jim Carrey?"
"Yes."

[Shadestyle]

who is being slowly possessed by a demon.

"Who, the game creator or Jim Carrey?"
"Yes."

I love you.

[McDonald]

You are a malevolent, British, purple, demonic cat named Sir Richardson the Twenty Second.

Who is also made of cheese.

[~Neri]

You are a malevolent, British, purple, demonic cat named Sir Richardson the Twenty Second.

Who is also made of cheese.

Demon cheese, made of fermented souls.

[McDonald]

You are a malevolent, British, purple, demonic cat named Sir Richardson the Twenty Second.

Who is also made of cheese.

Demon cheese, made of fermented souls.

I found it so funny that I started choking on my cheese sandwich. I love/hate you.

[WillowLuman]

The washed up game developer played by Jim Carrey is washed up because of his feud with the demon cheese cat. His claims that the thing controlled his publishers are what destroyed his reputation. Said cheese cat lives in a cupboard in his house, making his accusations all the crazier.

EDIT: He already killed the first 21 Sir Richardsons, but this one is far too powerful to be so easily disposed of.

[~Neri]

Richardson, go take a wizz on Jim's bed.

[Funk]

"Well fuck it's back the demon cat thing" theres a stink of fermented cheese as the short cat demon exits your bed room closet.

"well Jim thats the last of your bullets, and now i must punish you." the furred purple anthropomorphic cat thing smiles at you.

The stink of brimstone fill the air as the cat demon urinates on your bed.

"Now mister Carrey are you going to take this seriously and discuss your future?" the cat demon zips up is pants and straitens it's tartan waistcoat.

" thay sent you didn't they, the publishers  they want my soul to sacrifice to the code gods, stay back or i'll club your brain out!".

[~Neri]

Richardson, grin like your purple rolemodel, the Chesire Cat.

[WillowLuman]

Carrey, suplex the cat into its own foul stain.