@Archmage MC
Nah, society loves confidence. Con men are criminals because they lie and cheat to take money from you.
Nah, society loves confidence. Con men are criminals because they lie and cheat to take money from you.
thewizardguy
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Bio
Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.
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@ShadowVentus
Well, I'm glad to hear you enjoyed the ride ^_^
Well, I'm glad to hear you enjoyed the ride ^_^
Yah, this is pretty dead.
ima post here. Because I don't give a shit. And because I'm nostalgic ^_^
@supertinyking
Pillars of time, suspended for all eternity, illuminated the halls of the Domain of Destruction. Endless turmoil, wars that had spanned entire universes, locked forever here. Shards of that which had once existed, slowly fading to nothingness. Pieces of a tapestry, frayed at the edges, clumped together. The only light in a domain of darkness, a painful reminder of a future that never came. Heroes and villains stood locked in battle, their faces paintings of despair, glee, triumph and sorrow. And through these halls he walked, passing worlds and civilisations, even as they were devoured, piece by piece. The last remnant of this fallen world. His song echoed through this realm, falling on dead ears, those it was sung for far beyond the point of hearing.
A great villain brandished a scythe, grinning madly from the side of a pillar. A great hero stood atop a pile of corpses, bathed in the blood of the innocent. A great warrior stood among a torrent of flame, brandishing the blade of a demon. A fickle God sang and laugh, a thousand forms in one, even as he was locked down in time, but not perception. A son of darkness and magic glared outwards, wavering on the edge between redemption and the fall. A parasitic beast stood among them, it's tendrils frayed from the power of destruction.
There were many more among the faces he passed, both friend and foe, all familiar. These halls had been carved for him, after all, some form of cruel joke from a dark God. Or perhaps it was a reminder, a reminder of the faces that he would never see again. To keep him sane through the billions of years he had spent here, waiting, singing. Amusing the very creature that had caused the end of his world, buying time for those he cherished. Such was the fate of the father, who had abandoned all for the sake of his spouse.
"Tell me," spoke the voice, emanating powerfully from the corners of the world. "What is it you sing for, in the end?"
Pillars of time, suspended for all eternity, illuminated the halls of the Domain of Destruction. Endless turmoil, wars that had spanned entire universes, locked forever here. Shards of that which had once existed, slowly fading to nothingness. Pieces of a tapestry, frayed at the edges, clumped together. The only light in a domain of darkness, a painful reminder of a future that never came. Heroes and villains stood locked in battle, their faces paintings of despair, glee, triumph and sorrow. And through these halls he walked, passing worlds and civilisations, even as they were devoured, piece by piece. The last remnant of this fallen world. His song echoed through this realm, falling on dead ears, those it was sung for far beyond the point of hearing.
A great villain brandished a scythe, grinning madly from the side of a pillar. A great hero stood atop a pile of corpses, bathed in the blood of the innocent. A great warrior stood among a torrent of flame, brandishing the blade of a demon. A fickle God sang and laugh, a thousand forms in one, even as he was locked down in time, but not perception. A son of darkness and magic glared outwards, wavering on the edge between redemption and the fall. A parasitic beast stood among them, it's tendrils frayed from the power of destruction.
There were many more among the faces he passed, both friend and foe, all familiar. These halls had been carved for him, after all, some form of cruel joke from a dark God. Or perhaps it was a reminder, a reminder of the faces that he would never see again. To keep him sane through the billions of years he had spent here, waiting, singing. Amusing the very creature that had caused the end of his world, buying time for those he cherished. Such was the fate of the father, who had abandoned all for the sake of his spouse.
"Tell me," spoke the voice, emanating powerfully from the corners of the world. "What is it you sing for, in the end?"
@supertinyking
You piece of crap >.>
You piece of crap >.>
@supertinyking
"Turned down our communications-..... Followed you? What followed you?" Jack Stone seems to be attempting to keep up with events, confused by the unknown terms being dropped. However, despite not understanding just what was going on, he could clearly feel the emergency in their tone, and the fear that they felt. And anything that made these strange aliens afraid was something he should also fear. What had seemed to be the ideal scenario had suddenly turned sour as several horror stories began to play out in his mind's eye. "You can't be serious. You can't just eliminate our communications. That'll cause mass panic. Furthermore, what is it that followed you? And where from? And what is this Dominion?" For some reason, Jack didn't like the sound of that word.
Of course, once more, there were troubles up above. For even as John attempted to access the telepathic network, he found his mind taken by storm, struck by a powerful and mysterious telepathic signal. It was a voice, and a thousand voices, speaking as one. "My name is Sirior, and you will know me as The Speaker. And I will know you as the prey. Did you think that you could hide from us? Even if the fish cannot be seen, we can feel the ripples you make, children. And we can feel your gaze, as you gaze upon the universe around you. I speak, and we speak, and as we speak we foretell your doom. Prepare yourselves, children. For you will soon be added to my... collection." The words were imprinted into the psychic's brain, and had it not been for the mysterious protection that they had been granted, John would most likely have gone mad on the spot. Luckily, however, he would be able to tell his commanders of this warning.
"Turned down our communications-..... Followed you? What followed you?" Jack Stone seems to be attempting to keep up with events, confused by the unknown terms being dropped. However, despite not understanding just what was going on, he could clearly feel the emergency in their tone, and the fear that they felt. And anything that made these strange aliens afraid was something he should also fear. What had seemed to be the ideal scenario had suddenly turned sour as several horror stories began to play out in his mind's eye. "You can't be serious. You can't just eliminate our communications. That'll cause mass panic. Furthermore, what is it that followed you? And where from? And what is this Dominion?" For some reason, Jack didn't like the sound of that word.
Of course, once more, there were troubles up above. For even as John attempted to access the telepathic network, he found his mind taken by storm, struck by a powerful and mysterious telepathic signal. It was a voice, and a thousand voices, speaking as one. "My name is Sirior, and you will know me as The Speaker. And I will know you as the prey. Did you think that you could hide from us? Even if the fish cannot be seen, we can feel the ripples you make, children. And we can feel your gaze, as you gaze upon the universe around you. I speak, and we speak, and as we speak we foretell your doom. Prepare yourselves, children. For you will soon be added to my... collection." The words were imprinted into the psychic's brain, and had it not been for the mysterious protection that they had been granted, John would most likely have gone mad on the spot. Luckily, however, he would be able to tell his commanders of this warning.
@Lmpkio
You remember the God Emperor, right? The Chaos Gods are the ones who oppose the God Emperor, and who crippled him in the first place.
You remember the God Emperor, right? The Chaos Gods are the ones who oppose the God Emperor, and who crippled him in the first place.
@SgtEasy@Absolis@Savato
Cells knit together, bone structures reformed. The body once shattered slowly coalesced into a single being once more, guided by the everpresent mind. It was sculpted, improved, forged to the perfection it had once believed itself to represent. It had been defeated, torn to shreds by those who would not accept it's light. But it would no longer succumb to foolishness, no longer would it fall victim to the taint of the sinners. It would rise once more from this filthy grave, and it would make it's mark upon this world. Organs reformed, blood vessels touching as the body was healed from it's early demise. For death could slay only the body, and not the mind.
Slowly, the God Emperor of Mankind resurrected himself. For he was immortal. Born of the souls of a thousand, he could never be truly slain, never be truly annihilated. His will would live on, and with his will he reconstructed his physical vessel. He had been slain in his foolishness, as he had sought to bring more of his children to this world. In his haste to save them, he had allowed those he had already saved be slaughtered by the fools of the Alliance. But not now, not again. He would burn this world clean with the fire of a thousand suns. For he was about to rise again, and not even the forces of the universe itself could halt his ascension.
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Apocalypse was resurrected once more, with the help of Kolon. The creature raised itself from the ground, the effects of the friend grenade having completely worked off. The creature looked around at the hyperactive kolons, but mostly ignored them, considering them a non-threat. More interesting was the presence of his supposed boss. Smiling brightly, Apocalypse gave the ethereal a little mock bow. "Oh my, is it time for me to report in? Don't worry, I didn't break any of your little toys. Which means that, unlike you, I kept my end of the deal. Because you turned out to be too lazy to serve yours." Within a moment, Apocalypse was inches away from the ethereal. The alien had a habit of towering over others, and now it found itself outmatched in the height department. "So you see, that set me thinking a bit. If you're not going to serve your end, what's there to keep me serving mine." The threat clearly wasn't an idle one, and the ethereal would have to consider how he'd reply. A wrong move here could make Dark Outliner operations here considerably harder.
Of course, Apocalypse had noticed the army of Yakuza and tanks coming in from behind. But he had already decided that there wasn't anyone worth fighting among them. Their technology and individual strength left much to be desired, and they didn't form a real threat. Although, once he was done with this little talk, he might throw them around a bit for his own amusement. Explosions, after all, were fun.
Cells knit together, bone structures reformed. The body once shattered slowly coalesced into a single being once more, guided by the everpresent mind. It was sculpted, improved, forged to the perfection it had once believed itself to represent. It had been defeated, torn to shreds by those who would not accept it's light. But it would no longer succumb to foolishness, no longer would it fall victim to the taint of the sinners. It would rise once more from this filthy grave, and it would make it's mark upon this world. Organs reformed, blood vessels touching as the body was healed from it's early demise. For death could slay only the body, and not the mind.
Slowly, the God Emperor of Mankind resurrected himself. For he was immortal. Born of the souls of a thousand, he could never be truly slain, never be truly annihilated. His will would live on, and with his will he reconstructed his physical vessel. He had been slain in his foolishness, as he had sought to bring more of his children to this world. In his haste to save them, he had allowed those he had already saved be slaughtered by the fools of the Alliance. But not now, not again. He would burn this world clean with the fire of a thousand suns. For he was about to rise again, and not even the forces of the universe itself could halt his ascension.
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Apocalypse was resurrected once more, with the help of Kolon. The creature raised itself from the ground, the effects of the friend grenade having completely worked off. The creature looked around at the hyperactive kolons, but mostly ignored them, considering them a non-threat. More interesting was the presence of his supposed boss. Smiling brightly, Apocalypse gave the ethereal a little mock bow. "Oh my, is it time for me to report in? Don't worry, I didn't break any of your little toys. Which means that, unlike you, I kept my end of the deal. Because you turned out to be too lazy to serve yours." Within a moment, Apocalypse was inches away from the ethereal. The alien had a habit of towering over others, and now it found itself outmatched in the height department. "So you see, that set me thinking a bit. If you're not going to serve your end, what's there to keep me serving mine." The threat clearly wasn't an idle one, and the ethereal would have to consider how he'd reply. A wrong move here could make Dark Outliner operations here considerably harder.
Of course, Apocalypse had noticed the army of Yakuza and tanks coming in from behind. But he had already decided that there wasn't anyone worth fighting among them. Their technology and individual strength left much to be desired, and they didn't form a real threat. Although, once he was done with this little talk, he might throw them around a bit for his own amusement. Explosions, after all, were fun.
@Lmpkio
Ooooh, nice to have you on board. And I see that once more you will unleash the wrath of Kaiju?
It'll be amusing to see how Destroyah reacts to facing the wrath of Chaos.
Ooooh, nice to have you on board. And I see that once more you will unleash the wrath of Kaiju?
It'll be amusing to see how Destroyah reacts to facing the wrath of Chaos.
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