Doc Doctor

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I mark a difference between a well played strong character and a Gary Stu. If you play no Gary Stus, then I am not joking at your expense. I tagged everyone because I thought it was relevant to the conversation, rather than singling anyone out. But let's be serious for a moment, god liger jokes aren't about that. They are deeper, more profound. They touch upon special places we rarely touch ourselves, except in private. Places you may only reveal in a courtroom, using a dollie.

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*Makes silly liger jests parodying cosmic level god tiers for the hell of it*

"Well as long as you feel good about yourself, then by all means continue."

"but if this isn't supposed to be condescending you have worse issues with passive-aggression then me."

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Intentionally you say?

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Is skin so thin around here? It's a parody character I tagged everyone to for the hell of it, chillax. Here, perhaps another liger will help.

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Victory: Retreat or Death
Arena: Challenger Choice
Stipulations: None
Power Level: High-Powered
Character:

Fudgie

Name: Foddie
Race: Ligertard
Appearance:

Powers: Instantly wins any fight no matter what, is entirely unbeatable.

History: ligr fodd fudges Was born an parents died he proved to be strengest liger ever forever and beats u all up cuz he godly and s, it fill me with manzliness an testicle hairs.

Techniques~

Reaper black death hell bishonen beam spam jutsu: A laser fired from the thrusting liger dillbone of erectness which turns into infinity lasers across infinity omniverses with infinity retcon power as defined by me driving to your house irl and ramming my van into your room so you can't say you have infinity too.

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That almost sounds like this make believe stuff could be serious business and that I should be ashamed for not thinking so.

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@Skallagrim
Because I am a generous man with a bountiful plenty to distribute amongst the mud packing masses whom populate this great and noble village.

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@Vordak@ShidenBlades
@MelonHead@Skallagrim@ImportantNobody
Pssshhhhh. I can play the high tier game too. This character is the physical manifestation of redundant power brought to its utmost conclusion. Took me eight years to create the sheet. I'm sure you all know him well, he is very well known everywhere and if not then just know I expect you to know him, or to at least acknowledge that I make him sound important enough for you to suspect others might know him.

Fudgie

Name: Foddie
Race: Ligertard
Appearance:

Powers: Instantly wins any fight no matter what, is entirely unbeatable.

History: ligr fodgy Was born an parents died he proved to be strengest liger ever forever and beats u all up cuz he godly and s, it fill me with manzliness an testicle hairs.

Techniques~

Reaper black death hell bishonen beam spam jutsu: A laser fired from the thrusting liger dillbone of erectness which turns into infinity lasers across infinity omniverses with infinity retcon power as defined by me driving to your house irl and ramming my van into your room so you can't say you have infinity too.

The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

The moon was obscured by the clouds, and the cemetery was near pitch black again save for the distant glimmering of stars in the sky. The foliage of the forest swayed and shimmered in the fluid breeze.
This was how fighting an enemy that could always find you was like. There was no hurry for the hunter. Unless Edrik had some way of tracking the thing, then the next time he'd encounter it would be two days later. The Magna Pater had other victims lined up before him. Luckily that would be two days for Edrik to figure out why each time he awoke, he'd be somewhere else.

The first time he'd jolt awake in a playground behind the local elementary school at 4:00 A.M, wearing whatever he slept in. Fortunately, no human would be around to see this. Children sometimes went missing around this neighborhood. An eleven year old was to be reported as such in the evening news, the day after. The night before it had been a woman in her thirties, whom the police had recieved several paranoid false calls from over the past month.

When next he woke up, if he went to sleep the next night, he'd find himself blinking out of a strange dream that couldn't quite be remembered, save for the distinctive feeling it left behind. Bad dreams often left a residue. Total blackness, filled only with the faint sound of wind. That was something like it.

No, the wind was real right now. He'd be standing at his open window at 2:00 A.M, leaning upon the sill after having been apparently staring into the night for a good while with those blank, twitching eyes that only those committed to the deep stages of REM experience. There would be nothing out there to be seen.

If wise to the ways of the paranormal Edrik was, then when next he lied down he would be wearing all the articles required to kill a monster, for when he came to he would find himself again in the cemetery, not entirely alone.

Undiscovery

@SepticGentleman@luclovers

A NORMAL FARMER

At the village a random normal farmer watched, and thought about just how fucked up this shithole of an island was. Not one night could go by without everything getting fucked the fuck up. A Taken ran by and cut his head off then, and the farmer died with a frown and a wave.