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@Psyga315 Nah, I'm not into Magic Horse Show.
I'm thinking of someone much bigger and slightly smellier.
hrrrrmmmm urge to apply for my second character rising
Screw it, I'm gonna go listen to some Weird Al to get in the right mindset and write the app
This was even better than expected! The spiky one had some kind of instant brainwashing power, much faster than Fawful's own methods. On the other hand, what the victim had said sounded like the babbling of a loon, especially "the nothingness that surrounds us." Still, these magic types never limited themselves to one spell, so Spiky could have even more tricks up his sleeves.

And... now he was approaching Fawful. Who now noticed that he was somewhat intimidating up close - er, that is, would be intimidating to someone not as great as Fawful! He put on his most charming grin and looked the Overlord straight in the eyes.

"A greeting to you, oh spiky man of nastiness! My name is being called Lord Fawful, ruler of the Kingdoms Mushroom and Koopa. I am thinking you are also being a newcomer to this city of strangeness, yes?"
Trying to figure out if Fawful can suppress his ego enough to fake subservience to Overlord
My bad, misinterpreted the last few lines of your first post.
The race, sex, species, or personality of the bystanders didn't matter, for DIO's presence radiated magnetically, washing over all like a wave of power and majesty.


He made his way to the nearest building, the Yellow Flag tavern, pushing his way past some blonde human to get inside


Results may vary.
eh... to be honest, I've never been a big fan of the whole 'characters in a crossover recognize each other as fictional' thing, though that might just be because I saw it done spectacularly badly once.
ignore this
You... the mustaches... with... why... fury... whenever... Fawful... just wanted... some kingdom conquering... Fawful tried... Fawful gave the 110 percents... Fawful worked the overtime... Fawful was the team player... Fawful put in the hours... Fawful got the hands dirty... But every time... Always... the mustaches... arrive... Always in Fawfuls way... Alwaysalwaysalways...

A pair of beady eyes opened - unseen beneath their owner's practically opaque glasses - as wakefulness percolated through the mighty mind of the magnificent Fawful. He got up slowly, still disoriented and groggy. This was far from the first time he'd woken up in a crater, but usually he had some idea of how he had made the crater. He dusted off his glasses to see an aggressively unfamiliar landscape surrounding him, and a collection of strange beings, each in their own crater.

"I... have confusion."

Where in the world was he!? He would find out soon enough, but for now shelter seemed like a priority if the noises he was hearing were any indication. He made his way to the nearest building, the Yellow Flag tavern, pushing his way past some blonde human to get inside... to see someone in an intimidatingly spiky suit of armor electrifying one of the patrons.

Ah, now here was somebody who might be useful. For now though, Fawful hung around the edge of the room, taking in his surroundings and keeping an eye on the Overlord.
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