Name: Dan Hatan. Age: Old enough to do taxes, but not old enough to have forgotten the sweet embrace of childhood...or Mr. Snuggles. Gender: Mancubbrohamismith Extra Information: Uncomfortable with being referenced as a grown man. Will easily break into incomprehensible hyterics-giggling if confronted with numerous childish and asinine topics. Such as, and including, farts or the mere concept of their own life being valuable. Also did you know that if you pretend that they are related, you pop off twice as quick?
I'd like to tell you a story, not a long story, but one that a{i}s long since overdue.
The END.
It's the story that ends before it begun, the story of the lost, but not the forgotten, the story of--alas--the GEttethj child, the kid which whose wildness and freedom was soundered, whose sounds were silenced, and whose footsteps--pattering, pitter patter. Pit pat, tip tap, tuppins.
Tuppins. Tuffins; Puff; Putuf----ajklbvh Puffins. Antarctica is melting, the ice black and gritty with ba(th)salt and tourmaline, shattered and ground to dust. It flows into the sea, and the ocean devours it, the greayt burgs recking havoc on the ecosystem. On the great steppes of AFRICA a lone monkey of blure, blue, fur and manganimous mind--his heardtEverBIGGERthanOURS--stands, his legs fully muscled and his chest full to bursting with BLUE. He is soon to go beyond even the sky, the lands and rivers long since left behind.
He will go--and follow--where Harambe once had been and where soon he would surpass. In these last years, though truly toaster terrifying they were, he had learned--and learned to(o?) many--much.
Turning to us, as if he could see beyond the gray of the space between the space between the space between spaces he gives us one solemn nod of his small monkey head and in that moment a great wisodom passes out, becoming KIdDED and real as it spreads from his form.
"Mọ pe emi yoo lọ kuro, ṣugbọn pe lailai yoo ṣe iwọ ati gbogbo ohun miiran ni inu mi."
"Mo mọ pe ni awọn akoko ipari mi ni mo di TRUTH.
ERU DI MI"
Then with a single tear tha t blue from his face and fll to the earth,...Sunalafia deflated and then vanished, all that which was left of him being a small pile of fine bluish fur, which in a single moment was blown askance by a gentle summer breeze.
Where once the soothsayer stood there was something strange. A divot in the ground, and in that divot there was a crack and within that crack there was were eyes, and those eyes belong (ed) to Wendy.
and that great happiness was what made his ears droop for true. Well, that and gravity.
Goofykins glanced at his companion and chuckled as an unearthly hissing emanated from their form. “Hya-know there’s no reason for thyaht here, we’re all aylees here buddy,” he said with a genial smile, his voice rising and falling in wondrous inflections.
Beside him a fractid undulated, its form composed largely of orange and red eyes twisted into the visage of a man, truly it was a mockey of life itself. “whAt wILL yOu do?”
Goofykins patted the fractid on its writhing, blinking shoulder and turned to regard it, “I’yL do what I always do bud, BYEND MY ENEMIES OVER AND REmiND thEm of thEIR dad, hyuck hyuck hycuck hyuck hyuck.” Shuddering, the fractid pulled away from the touch of the Great Ineffable Prisoneror and his troubling laughter. Choosing to distract itself, the fractid turned its many oculus rifts to the abominable city that dwelled just off shore.
To...to Detroit.
“No oNe gOES tO DetrOIt...”
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…
…
They just talk about it.
“Oh they’ll bye talkin’ bout it much myore after I flay ‘em up and serve ‘em up like dinner as a hearty stew!”
The fractid shuddered at the words of the Great Walt Slayer of ‘66, but as its gaze fell upon the terrifying silhouette of Goofykins he found that there was something far scarier. The gleam in the figure’s eye was something fierce, menacing and manic, as if every vein stood out in his eyes and he had smoked the dankest reefer in the wild west.
Swallowing heard the fractid began to retract and pull and contract and return into itself and the martrices that made him up Fabrical and Primordial and otherwhoise. In mere parsecds the fractid had nearly transfermoogrifeed itself elswhere, but at tthe last moment, Goofykins turned--and with but a glance--the Fractid was suddenly wrench-ed back. However, in the process of its begoutenstance’d state happenstoonce it became utterly unmade, folding inside out.
Goofykins chuckled lightly, with a gentle HyeuckHyeuckHyeuck, he turned and walked away wuth a sauntering step.
Glub.
Glub.
Glub.
Glub.
Glub.
G - L - u - B
Somewhere, somehow, in a forest, there's a single goose, and she's screaming, screaming like the angry dad you never wanted; screaming like a duck.
THE FORCE WHICH DOMINATES; THE ANCIENT APPLIANCE; THAT WHICH COOLS THE ELDER GODS
Name: THE FAN. Age: WHHHNEEEEEEEEEEeEEEEeEEEEeEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Gender: waaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Extra Information: THE FAN is always the most alpha existence in a given space, but it can use its incredible PRESENCE to enhance that of others.
Zanpakuto, a power considered synonymous with Shinigami, these ancient and powerful tools were forged by a thousands of years ago by Ōetsu Nimaiya, long before man's numbers had grown or the Seireitei had formed. Once spirits merely wandered and settled within soul society, but as the population of man grew, so did that of the spirit world, and in accordance, so did the hollow threat. With this threat looming, it was that the aforementioned shinigami, created the zanpakuto...but what came before it? How did shinigami keep the balance before the weapon's creation?
The answer lies within the very nature of their being. The answer lies in a lost art, a lost power known...as Shinkaku(真格 'True Vessel'). This power was one born of self mastery, combined with powerful visualizations and control of one's reiryoku. As it was once that with great time, effort, and reflection a shinigami would refine and then draw forth their inner power to make manifest. This inner power, now channeled by the zanpakuto, was a more pure thing and in its purity it contained a potency and thus power that the zanpakuto in its current state...simply cannot achieve.
Where a zanpakuto channels the inner power of its wielder, a shinkaku IS that very inner power made manifest. This power possesses only one release, known as Meiji(明示 Manifestation) however, while a zanpakuto takes on one defined form and then clarifies and strengthens that form, Shinkaku allows several modes of manifestation. Any skilled wielder of a shinkaku can enter Meiji and decide one of several forms that their power may take. In most cases the shinkaku's meiji will take the form of a weapon and energy pair, but it can take the form of either strengthening that aspect, or it can be used to alter the individual themselves. In rare cases it may even manifest as a creature or location.
Meiji (明示 'Manifestation')
In short, practically all living—or otherwise—thinking beings are complex creatures and as a result the forms a Shinkaku take possess the possibility for similar complexity. However, unlike the zanpakuto, which attempts to condense the sum of its user and spirit's nature into two related, but nonetheless distinct states—the latter of which is typically an escalation of the former—Shinkaku does not. Instead, a shinigami possessing Shinkaku is capable of accessing several manifestations of their inner power's truest nature.
These manifestations, known as Meiji can take on any number of forms—a trait which they share with zanpakuto. However, unlike the alternative, a Shinkaku's manifestations have the tendency of taking on the following forms: A physical transformation/armor, an energetic manifestation, or a weapon with some rare individuals manifesting a mixture of them or even—in some cases other entities.
As a result of Shinkaku's lack of escalation, its forms are typically as strong as its creator's personal mastery(alignment). However, due to the results of personal mastery imparting more knowledge and wisdom to an individual—leading to a greater understanding of oneself and thus an enriching of the spirit—a Shinkaku's various meiji can be considered one rank higher in power than a zanpakuto's equivalent resonance with its wielder—with few exceptions.
Aside from the specifics of Meiji, one should bear in mind how one brings them into being. Essentially, a Shinkaku user will rapidly externalize a portion of their reiryoku in the same moment that reishi and reiatsu are gathered and condensed to form a sort of 'containment shell,' or 'vessel' around this energy. These 'shells' form a given Meiji's physical manifestation, or, in the case of a Meiji based solely on energy, they keep the energy from being easily absorbed or manipulated by any outside force—not that such is impossible. This entire process, is typically began with the act of gathering one's focus before proclaiming, “Shinkaku.”
Following this the methodology varies greatly as every Shinkaku is different. Though, typically the following action involves stating the name of the given Meiji that is brought to bear. It is entirely possible, however, for additional actions to be required before a shinigami unleashed their Shinkaku.
Baizō Meiji (倍増明示 'Double Manifestation')
Once an individual has mastered themselves (4) they become capable of choosing two of their Meiji and manifesting them simultaneously, thus creating a stronger and more cohesive form. This is considered the typical/traditional “mastery” of one's Shinkaku.
Ien-i Shinkaku (以遠威真格 'Transcendent True Vessel')
For those seldom few who have attained levels of personal mastery unimaginable to most, the Transcendent Shinkaku is possible. However, once it is attained, the individual's normal Meiji cannot be accessed. In essence, the Transcendent Shinkaku occurs when an individual with transcendent alignment briefly externalizes nearly the entirety of their reiryoku using the techniques utilized to manifest the Meiji of one's Shinkaku. However, unlike with Meiji, these individuals will instead use their reiryoku to gather reishi, which will act as a protective layer upon their externalized reiryoku.
Within this manifested reiryoku is the sum of their being, and thus of their meiji. A shinigami who obtains this power may create their [calling/summoning], which will encapsulate all that their meiji held, but in a single cohesive form. This form always takes the shape that best suits the individual from which it is derived. This state, while not technically more powerful than Meiji, does contain all the potential of its prior manifestations, thus making it appear stronger—despite this not technically being true. Additionally, it should be noted that—as mentioned—once an individual utilizes their Transcendent Shinkaku once, they lose access to all their meiji...permanently. It is a sacrifice of “variety,” for potency and truth that few can make.
Seigyo (制禦 'Repression')
An ability that any Shinkaku user with alignment above a 2 is capable of, Repression allows the shinigami to effectively apply limiters to the scope, or potency of their Meiji. Whereas Zanpakuto gain a measure of power through mastery of their two forms and then maintain a static level of power, a Shinkaku's power can be suppressed and limited by its shinigami. Applying 'Limiters' makes the Shinkaku either less stable, or less powerful and once one has been applied, releasing them typically requires that certain prerequisites be made. Typically these prerequisites are set by either the wielder or their master. Conversely, 'suppressing' the power of one' Shinkaku does nothing to reduce its stability, but instead is simply a way to allow its user to better control the precise level of their power output.
Name: Various and Varied; Many and MaNeed; Fractid; Close and Far; Multitudinous in Quantity. In Essence, Quite a Few. Age: Slivers of time cleaved from a whole, their timelines a fragment of a fractured form. Gender: Cast in molds a-many, they can be man, woman, child, kid, adult, teenager, they, THE, It, xegabond, Segakin, and many...many more. Extra Information: Known collectively as the Fragmentary, these are beings which are cleft apart from a grater whole--hole which is more complete--but as such are still cognizitant enough to--their/themselves--become beings of their own caliber. Many gods and deific figures possess a fragmentary--or fractid--that was cut or split from them--whether by their will or that of another it is hard to say...except for when say it is soft to not.
It should be known that these pseudobeings are still often well aligned with the origins of their originatory and the goals of their GOALPOSTER. Similarly, their essences and transdimensionalunicore frabcixe--or fabrices--are differented and difinitive or derivative of that which who had horiginated them.
ThE ClaSHing that Rent The Twelfth Aisle; The DiscORD Gone From the Side without EdGEs; UnFELT By The Kids, Gotten, Begoaten, Getted, Without G3T; fATHer of the LAST Primale; HE whO WaLKs wITHout LEGS--THAT MARCHETH to the ENDTIMES.
Name:
_____KILLjoy
Age: Middled-old-age, timeless, without time. That which treads upon TERROR and laughs. Appearance: HE whO WalkS wITHout LEGS--THAT MARCHETH to the ENDTIMES--appears as all truly joy inducing things do, shining and glimMEring with a light most ungotten. If you have seen him, yOU WOULD KNOw.
"Truly, I remember the first time I led eyes upon KILLjoy's JOYOUS countenance. I found that I could no longer experience fear, and instead was bombarded by HIS--oh joyous be his form--nonthrdeatineng crupuscules, my body rippedc to shreDds in a single instant so ecstatic ND FULl to BRISTing that even as my consciousness briefly WInked out, I found that I had to record the moment in this quote, for you, before you go…B͓̱ͧ̾͝Ę̈́̾ͫF̭͈͉̗̎͊O̫̪̱̫͎̗̻͑̇͗̈̓Ṝ̤̲͚̤̫͐̽̌̀͟ͅẺ̶̳͑̐ ̙͓͑ͧ͛ͧ̽Y̷̘̟͙̏̉ͪO̎͆̓͒̀Ư͚̟̹͙͔̿̈́͛,̈́͠ ̵̙̫̱͙̀ͩ̉ͦ̉̑̒E̛͇͓̲͈͒̾̋̄̚N̪̯̼̩̤̬̩̐͑̐̽̂͘Ṱ͍ͪ͌̇ͥ̌̇R̵ͭ͛͂̄̂ͧË̬Ț̻̤͎̤͙̆̊̒͐H̡̖̱̦̖̣̭̣̓̓̾ ̜͓͎͍͎̩̤T̲͕͉̩͎͈̱ͤ͋ͬH̢̻͇͈̝̝̤̑̓̚E̖͍̮̩̞ͭ ̺̭̠͇͉̑V̦̰̯̺͎̆͗͒Ŏ͔̣͉̜͉ͅI̛̓̔̅D̴͐̑ͯ̄͂Ẽ̱̗̘̝̼̭̌̈̃̓D̮̰̆ͣͥ̿ͩ͝ ̘̣̦̣̙͉̊̒͆̎̓ͣͧ͟ͅF̨̞̥̖͍̩̤̔ͣ͋ͥI̗̝ͅL̲͚̯̪͕̼̠̀uD͔̦̫̙̘̭̽̍ͯͣ̂ͥ̑͡N̘̣̞͚̪̲͈͋͊ͣE̲͙̗͕͘ͅS͖̹͘Sͩ̆͊͗ͥ̈̄͏̼̣̩͔̘ ̩̱̫̲͙̭͔͒̒͜O̘̲ͮͭ͗̋̀̇ͫF̬͈̳̳ͧ ̶͚̙ͦͨ̽ͪ̀ͫ͊H͚͕̝͍̾̀I͈̾S̸̿ ͈͔̈́̈́ͥË̟ͭ̔͟N̖̻͖̼͒ͤ̿͊ͧ͡ͅD͎̹͓̍̓͋̎̏͌̊ḷ̖̻e̷̪̳͖̖͕̪̲̐s̴̫̩̱̓͊̚š͘ ̴̖̬͊̃͛̔͋̃̐H̳̗̜͈͔Ù̱̹̼̦͐ͨ̇ͧ͂͠N̡̻̳̺̺̹̻͙͂ͭͨ̿͌G̝̣̹̻͖ͤͦͤE̩̱͈ͩ̚͞R̩̪̩̳̣̿ͬ͝i̠̪͜n̜ͤͤ͐̃g͈͖̙̖͙̟ͯͦͯ ̴̥͈͖̥̭̙̪̈́̀ͥM̺̲A͂̍̓̊ͥ́̚W̸̔ͫ̽ͧͤE̵̒̓.̣̬͎̦̑ͤͭͅ
“They told me that once he had taken you into himself--no, once he had rent you cell from cell--that you would know JOY everlasting within him.
But it’;s aͨ̔ l̥̗̬̫̫̪͐ͤ͠i̧̖̎̆̔ͮ̇ͅeͣ̌̒̋͊͏͕̱͔̗̥̜. They ͨ̔l̥̗̬̫̫̪͐ͤ͠i̧̖̎̆̔ͮ̇ͅeͣ̌̒̋͊͏͕̱͔̗̥̜d to me. THIS ISN’T J̛͘҉̢͔̘͖̖͚̖̗̦͎̮̱̣̱͎̺̜͢Ǫ̸̹͍̗͙̗̪͈͖́͘ͅY̵̸̡̭͇̺̖͎͔͜ͅ,.it’s Ȩ̛͍̤͈͉̭̼̹͒̅ͩ͑̾ͤ̑͗́C̵̯͍̝̖͉̱͋͑̑ͭ̄̇̽͒̌̄ͦ̿ͩͩͪ̇̑͜͠Ḩ̢̪̻͚͎̝̞̝̪͑ͥ̈́̂ͪͦͫͨ͒͋̓ͤ͢͡Ş̠̻͖͔̟̟͍͔̰̦̤̥̤͉̩͇̳͖̓̾͗͆̉͊Ṱ̢͖̣̩̖͖͍̖͎͈̞͕͎͎̀ͪ͆ͪͯ̌̈̾ͧ͛̐̄͛̓̐̆͘͠͝͠ͅͅͅͅA̵̛͙̯̥̟̭̩̘ͣ̈̑͌͗̒̆͐ͦͪ͐̎̂̕͡C̬̱͚͉̘̯̖̟ͫ͑̃͑́̓ͥ̂͡ͅͅC͓͓͇͓͉̘̣̹̤ͨ̅͒ͪͬ̅̔̆̋́Y̵̴̨̺̩̳̜̥̱͂̒̋ͩ̆ͭ͒ͣͬ̀͝Y̶̡̜͍̘͍͎̪͚̦ͩ́̽̑̊̉̚̕͘Y̸̡̢̠͇͉̻̥͓͂̈̆ͬͬ̈̔̾ͥ͛̑ͣ̔ͭ̀ͫ̄̀͋̀́Ŷ̷̸̰̻̲̟͚̩̊ͦ̓̕̕Y̷̷͍̙̦̦͇͙͉̣̠͈̥̣̳͎̠̝͆̅̊́̽̓̒̈́̒̐̋̀͛ͅ. Please! Join me. Join us. Join ther throng that lies within his ”█͈̣̙͔͚̙̼̠̣̳̬̈ͯ̒̇͐̎̋█̝͖̺̖͍̹̲̙̘̓̌̿̀̅͊ͦ̉█̲̠̟͈̗͚͙̣̩̜̠̠͎̦̥͎͐ͬ͆ͭ͐̔̓̄͋͗͌̈ͅ█̯̺̯̖̓̆̓̿͊̋͊́█͈̠͚ͬͤͩͪ͋ͣ̎̚█̝̲̘̭͈͓̬̝̪̗͈̐ͪͪ̊̔̈́̾́ͭ̌ͬ̈́͌ͮ͒. You can be HAppY here, I SWEAR BY MY MOTHER, MY FATHER, THE KIDS THAT HAVE BEEN GOTTEN, AND EVERYTHING ELSE. I’ll give you anything you want...READER.
Truly, KILLroy is a being most terrible who should be exalted and worshiped. While he desires, nor possesse even a single leg, he does have hands many hands and they are harmless and gentle, even when tearing you apart as he expresses the eccc-CC-Cc-stacy of his magestic AND TERRIBLE presence.
Biography:
Long, long ago. So long that not even the CHILD-entityies remember, there was a presence unfelt; a form, unseen; a smell, without appreciators. It was known, but could not be dwelled upon, by whim or intention, and its only physical presence was that which could be used to hold or rend others--a binding so untenable that only when i t was too-late did the CHILDBEINGS turn to it to cast the INFERNAL a withinto the Chamber of the Prodigal sun and TRAPPeth him there. As, afterall, in using it, they gave possibility to the frunging, the ungettenGOT(whun)unging, of he who can onyl be knownl as KILLjoy.
In the L0NG SLEeeEP that precluded the G3TTTENING--inflicted upon the CHILDBEINGS AND the Pillars of Color--they dreamt and in those dreams there was something far more FORkidDEN than even the desires and machinations of the INFERNAL ONE. In those dreasm--neigh--nightm8res, they witenseedesd the FORCE unfungal, the MIND unbenttteded; the SACRIFICAIL CALFFEINATED: KILLro--KILLjoyt--KILLjoy.
It was not the unenforced--enforcitude--enforced sleep that kept THE INFERNAL CHILDBEING in check, it was the PR3SENCE of thAT WHIch coULD not be JOYLESS=:;:KILLjoy. Alas, when the INFERNAL CHILDBEING, his siblings, and their children aWOKE and it was YEARS in mortal time before they ahd their wits about them enough to do BADTLE once more.
Of course, more TERRORfying was the wave that travld through the matrixnodes of the transdimensionalunicore fabrical and TERROr matrices of existence. AFter all, they siglend the true awkening of HE WHO joy ABIDES.
KILLjoy.
He is here, and now, against us all--in hiding, without places to hide, outside KidD, UNgot3nn, and above(under) all…
Personality: J̵͖̜̠̞̪̀O̴̸̢̗͚̘̺̪̱͍̮͍̟̥̻̝̤̖͠Y͢҉̴̰̙͎͙̣̘͓͙̮̤̥̹͍͔̤̖O̶̯̘̝̣̣͖̤̤͇̥͟Ù̢̨̘̰̦̞ͅͅŞ̵̺͎̟̞͇̭̬̤͚̜̝̪́͢. As an existent-being from a time before our that of the plAnesworlds, Killjoy's truest characteristics are undefinable beyond the single truth that defines himiit.
Skills:
J̧҉͠O̸͢͜͝Y̕͟ J̛͜O͏͝Y̸͠҉
When you wake up in the morning, well rested, with no worries or stress, a loving family to look forwards to, and a job that fulfills you deeply and completely, you briefly feel the barest glimmer of this thing--theese ever soughten and sough upon feelings, that which is unattainable, THIS THAT, THESE are that which we refereth to as JOY. It is the truest expression of this, which KILLjoy, wields and is wolden by. From him exudes this maddening, suffocating essence, proliferating the prosperous sensation throughout. With this power, KILLjoy can ensconce, egress upon, and seduce even the strongest of hearts.
”From whenst I qwuoteth, from thoust there it will be(eth).” By the power of the words of others, HE WHO IS NAMED, WHO shAOden and who shouldn not have been (KILLjoy), he coerces and explains and exoniferates his presence upon others. With this strength he can insert even the most intricate and enrapt of words into their mind, propositioning and forcing the words within and outwithout his/her/xery mouthes.
teleKIDNesIS Ignoramy Via the power bEGoten of him and from out of the where within outst with herr dein ischt-heift KILLjoy can--and does--have the capability to lift, manipulate, and otherwise physically--metametamamorphocically, and mentallitilitittyily--control and warp all that which is KiDD. However, unlike most with teleKIDNesIS, KILLjoy was never introduced to--and will continue to ingore--the definition of KID and the relationed terms. As a result, his powers are capable of effecting every aspect of existence, including nosejobs and hanging hangnails the likes of which were never scene.
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