The purpose? You decide, ducky. I like to play a game or two. I'm brilliant, I'm a pyschopath, I get bored. You...of all people should know. Guess what I have planned next? E.
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The purpose? You decide, ducky. I like to play a game or two. I'm brilliant, I'm a pyschopath, I get bored. You...of all people should know. Guess what I have planned next? E.
Oooh, ooh, I know this one!
You're gonna mouth off some more on the Wall until everyone gets bored of calling you a dumb buttface then you're gonna keep trying to kill Magtok in boring, predictable, barely painful ways that accomplish nothing more than somewhat inconveniencing him!
Orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr................
You could give me somma all that money and scientific gizmostuff you're throwing away and I'll explain how you go about messing with an immortal. 'cause yer obviously not gonna figure it out on your own and I just so happen to already have something awesome cooked up for tin-face.
And so the self-proclaimed 'savior of the Nexus' shows his true colors.
Overwhelmingly typical, really.
...Does the Nexus even have the psychiatric field? Field as in field of work and not a magical or technological field, before some genius decides to misinterpret me.
Note to self: If no, invent psychiatry.
The Nexus chews up psychiatrists like candy corns.
Through a portal made of pure, writhing shadow and smelling of fresh apple cider, the package that was left at the door of the casino is shunted to the Wall, along with a note and a crisp, golden apple with a tastefully nude catgirl drawn on the side.
Pfffthahahahaha, someone tell this little upstart that if he's going to be bothering immortals, he should start doing some reading up first. Magtok's not even at the casino he abandoned and I've still got to deal with gifts from his adoring fans. Someone make sure he gets this for me? I'm sure it'll be a laugh. Now, back to attending my guests. Toodles!
There's a distinct impression for anyone who reads the message that if Eris was actually there to say it she'd have disappeared in a puff of curly blonde smoke that would quickly form into a horde of nuzzling, adorable ferrets with unfortunate odor problems.
Honestly, a pyschiatrist?! In the nexus...that's like an exorcist in Hell.
Zane leans against the Wall, whittling on a small piece of wood; observing.
When I meet blonde, you're coming too, Darkstar.
Good...my servant.
Oi! Nutter! No characters allowed! IC text only or I will hunt you down and edaciously consume your flesh! You would make for a mighty convenient snack standing idly nearby while I'm writing this! And it is just about time for my mid-morning meal...
Actually, could you please continue to stand perfectly still in one spot for me for another minute or two, pretty please with sugar on top?
And I'll have you know that I, Professor Moriarty, am, in fact, real and I resent your accusations as to the contrary, boy. Do your research before scrawling such lies upon a public medium facilitating information exchange!
-Professor Arnold Moriarty
P.S. Invest in books featuring helpful tips on how to print letters. And please continue with discussing your "evil" schemes with your cronies on this Wall.
Oh please M, I've been double bluffing! Be intelligent...come on!
Where in Northside? Hey, Moriarty, if you're so smart, what's my next plan? P.S, stay away from high places...
Northside. Northside-Northside. Set something on fire and I'l find you.
Bull crap. You haven't said a single thing insincerely. You preach your revolution, we call you out, you blow up a Magtok, which is easier than it rooks, you come here and brag. You haven't coordinated a damn thing beyond talking to your minion, who we don't care about, and some other guy, who's probably going to screw you. You aren't some chessmaster, you're a batman villain. A lame one. Like Cluemaster or Facade.
XoXo Blondie
No Blondie, he's more like Calenderman. At least he's had the same effect on me as when I first saw Calenderman. XD
-Dave
Haha! How about a game of chess?
Boy, if I were to face you in chess, you're eyeballs would probably fall out.
Then again, my kind of chess involves 12 foot tall pieces made out of eldritch abominations from the pits of Hel themselves.
-Dave
Chess is for nerds. What's your card game?
XoXo Blondie
Fine then, Master Orange. You start. Of course, I am I veritable supercomputer...you start, most revered foe.