thewizardguy
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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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In any case, i feel like introducing a number of characters. As all the witches have their Cats, Stakes of Purgatory, Furniture, etc., and Mint has a bajillion giant robots to his name, I'm going to add in Bob's servants. I'll be posting their CSs one by one.
Bob shrugs, as his flower is rejected, and it disappears in a puff of smoke. He smiles, before turning and creating a door in midair, which leads to the crash site of the ark. A simple matter of dispelling the illusion of distance. He bows down low, gesturing for the Witch to step through before him. "Ladies and Witches first."
Bob completely ignores Angel, and instead creates a new table for the Orc, who only gunts in appreciation and continues drinking. Bob turns to Mithias, his brilliant smile never wavering from his face. "Very pleased to meet you. And you're not dead, by the way. The only reason it seems as such is because you believe it to be so." Bob takes a deep drink from his cup, and the screaming then stops. Bob lets out a sigh of appreciation. "That's the stuff. Oh, and that isn't fire. The appearance of fire is simply your body's natural reaction to witnessing pure fear and suffering brought into physical form. It probably has something to do with your misguided belief in a fire-and-brimstone Hell. Of course, the true interpretation would cause you to feel those same emotions, so it's a useful delusion." Bob gestures for you to drink.
CallaLily180 said
YAY!Do you want a special picture?
I am never one to refuse free pictures. Esspecially special pictures.
Sapphire said
Darn, Eris really wants your chaos crystal. Plus if Bob was really created in the Chaos Realm then Eris is probably like his mom or sister or something.
Hmm.... possible. Bob is a being created from the power of billions of hopes, dreams, nightmares and delusions. Basically, he is human thought, manifest as a sentient being. He was birthed in what I call the Chaos Realm, an interdimensional conflux where energy flows from thousands of dimensions without control. Here, all the power of those dreams and nightmares could combine and create Bob's 'soul' the Chaos Crystal.
Actually, scratch the above. I just discovered that one of the other rps I was doing has crashed, which means I have enough time for this. Lol. So yeah..... I'm not leaving (=
CreedTheChimera said
...Just a little game...Heyo Bob!
Bob: Hello, Creed!
Me: I don't get a greeting?
Bob: Don't worry, we're technically sort-of the same entity.
Me: No, we're not. You just made that up.
Bob: Good point. Oh well.
NoahFire said
Angel:... Who the hell is mr sparkle over there?
*Bob grins at you, before summoning a pumpkin over your head.*
You should know better. The proper term is 'sparkle sparkle sparkle'.
NoahFire said
"Your confusing..." Angel says. One hair falls and lays in her face, angel seems to not mind. "And stop breaking the laws of physics..." She says and pulls her hood up.
"Confusion is a natural state of mind, for one who does not know where she's standing." Bob smiles, and you suddenly notice you're standing on the roof. While Bob remains seated on the cieling, you go tumbling down to the ground, crashing through the table underneath (above?) you. The man who's drink you ruined looks down at you. He's an orc, covered in scars, a massive battlehammer on his back. You feel a powerful demonic and yet somehow benevolent aura coming from him, as he sniffs, and kicks you across the room with ease, sending you crashing into the far wall. "Don't ruin my drink, angel."
((He doesn't know your name, just the fact that you're an angel.))
Sorry for not posting for so long. I'm programming and stuff, and I've kind of forgotten about this. If I find I really don't have any time, I'll have to drop out. Sorry. It's been fun, but my time is limited )=
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