[Nexus] The Wall III: Wall Harder

[BladeofObliviom]

I have taken the liberty of investigating this "magic" card game described, and find myself amused. Very amused.

Of course, I have no idea why everyone likes that Jace fellow so much. He was really easy to kill when I ran into him.

- Cyrus

P.S: Mister E, I'll refrain from commenting on the idiotic pun in your name, in favor of pointing out that, in an even shorter period, you have amassed a stupid count almost as high as that of a certain Marciano Louvre! Keep it up, and you might break his record!

[The Bushranger]

I do not have a psychiatrist and I do not want one, for the simple reason that if he listened to me long enough, he might become disturbed.

[Lost_Deep]

Hark, an echo of my own thoughts. Nice to know I'm not the only one.

[Devixer]

It seems I am mistaken in comparing your chess abilities to that of a small animal, E. Given your opening game, any amoeba could beat you.

[Hattish Thing]

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A rematch? But your opening is so interesting! I insist we continue like this.
Ask Toby for some STFD+STFU. He might need some... convincing, though. But I'm sure you can handle that! Especially since he has young children.[/QUOTE]

Well, see that was a rather horrid opening actually, seeing as I've never done chess without pieces, apoligies for that.

A stupid count? I'm not going around building towers and broken machines now am I? I'm learning how to play chess with a friend of mine, colleague...yes.

I've never played chess, to be perfectly honest...I never designed the chip, so yes, an amoeba could beat me. I'm just playing a game...

Marciano was an idiot, and he got what he deserved.

[FireFox]

... Okay. If you want a rematch, meet me at Morphy park in Inside. We'll play a game face to face on a real board, no tricks or ambushes. Getting you off the Wall will be my Good Turn for the day.

[Aric Kale]

"Master E, shall I join you and Tobias?"

[Hattish Thing]

Sure, a little later. I have some work to do. Faulty personality chip...

[The Bushranger]

Mwa ha ha...

[Lord Magtok]

Sure, a little later. I have some work to do. Faulty personality chip...

The Nexus's righteous defender has no personality of his own, and had to have one manufactured in a third world sweatshop to make up for it. That just totally figures, doesn't it?

A word of advice to any would-be cyborgs out there: Read up on anatomy and junk. Know exactly what you're replacing before you replace it. If the part you're replacing it with doesn't perfectly replicate or exceed the original, you're getting ripped off.

Would anyone like to hear a story?

-Jack Navier

Your name is terribly familiar...you wouldn't happen to be related to any Gothamites with green hair, would you?

Official story though, you went into my desert and pulled out that really annoying sword that was keeping me bound. Thanks for that.

Urgh. That sword wasn't even very stylish, either. Can't you just do us all a favor and get a hobby or something? I'll stock MagMart shelves with collectable Baddie Babies or whatever if it'll convince you to just stop with this Nexus eradication nonsense.

... Okay. If you want a rematch, meet me at Morphy park in Inside. We'll play a game face to face on a real board, no tricks or ambushes. Getting you off the Wall will be my Good Turn for the day.

Oooh! Either of you mind if I watch?

I'm going to be watching, one way or another, I was just wondering if it'd bother you guys, and if I should remain out of sight the whole time while I'm doing so.

[Hattish Thing]

Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. Apoligies, I am the one that was on the television. I am E. Enshadu. Janus, Aegin, E. I let...my servant, my underling! Use my identity...as a test. An hour and I am disrespected, my name...muddied! Why is this? Why is it...my servants always fail? Ineffecient! Sorry, all. The one known as "Mister E" here, is a woman called Thalia. A servant. Not...any longer. A cyborg. Prototype, fsilure. She will die, apoligies Nexus. This will not happen again.

[Devixer]

The fact that you let a servant use your identity at all is very telling.

[BladeofObliviom]

Tsk, tsk. This is why you're supposed to log out when you step away from your computer. Your servant's uncreative, though. I'd probably fill it with spam and nude pictures.

~ Cyrus

[Hattish Thing]

Once again, apoligies. She's been trouble. She was merely to attract Master Tobias' attention, not make me look daft. To be perfectly honest, talking to the public bores me, I let her try a hand at public speaking. A mistake. What's the moral here?

[Zefir]

"Boring! Your excuse is as Boring! as your attemps to calm us down. Oh and what's in the box I opened?"

[Hattish Thing]

Boring is as boring does, m'boy. Oh? Inside the box to Master Magtok? Some wine, two bottles. He can celebrate with some drink, or get intoxicated when it all falls flat. Elven wine, light. Not too alcoholic, helps with indegestion. It's not poisoned, don't worry.

[Zefir]

Around this someone might notice two wine bottles crushed on the WALL.

"Someone telling you 'it's not poisoned' tells you it has deadly poison. Your really bad with presents?"

[happyturtle]

I thought Mister E was an AMEN henchman.

[OrchestraHc]

What was even the point of that chess game. I thought he was going to cheat. I thought that was why he went second, so he could plug Tobias' moves into a chess sim. I would have looked up how the annotation worked, and just cheated. Way easier to look like a chess genius.

This is why I would be a better supervillain, and I'm just some wall poster.

XoXo Blondie

[Lord Magtok]

Sorry, all. The one known as "Mister E" here, is a woman called Thalia. A servant. Not...any longer. A cyborg. Prototype, fsilure. She will die, apoligies Nexus. This will not happen again.

Slaughtering her seems a bit excessive. I mean, if the only alternative is death, I'd be willing to take the lady off your hands for you. Maybe jazz up those antiquated prosthetics you presumably gave her, and offer the woman a job in MagMart until she's back on her feet with a properly functioning brain in her head.

I mean, there's clearly something wrong with her mind if she thinks Tobias is godly. That man's best friend is a pink-eyed flying catboy with...well, just about everything that could possibly go wrong with a pink-eyed flying catboy.

[Hattish Thing]

Slaughtering her seems a bit excessive. I mean, if the only alternative is death, I'd be willing to take the lady off your hands for you. Maybe jazz up those antiquated prosthetics you presumably gave her, and offer the woman a job in MagMart until she's back on her feet with a properly functioning brain in her head.
I mean, there's clearly something wrong with her mind if she thinks Tobias is godly. That man's best friend is a pink-eyed flying catboy with...well, just about everything that could possibly go wrong with a pink-eyed flying catboy.

Excessive? She has muddied my namw, and betrayed me. What would you do Master Magtok? Fine. You may take her off of my hands. Best she doesn't ever meet me again. Station her wherever you wish. A...gift, or so. To show respect to you. Fine, she's in Morphy Park, I suggest you head there soon.

[Morty]

This is why I would be a better supervillain, and I'm just some wall poster.
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A patch of mold would be a better supervillain, because it can't speak or write.

[Hattish Thing]

See what she's done Magtok? I need to do something about it. Respect is everything.

[Devixer]

Please continue to announce your intentions on a public wall. It's certainly helping your case.

[Morty]

You appear to be operating a misapprehension that what you're saying makes a better impression. Amusing.

[Hattish Thing]

Those intentions are public, sir. She knows what I plan on doing to her should she ever appear again. Who are you?

[Devixer]

I would love to know what incentive I have for giving away my identity.

[Hattish Thing]

Then let's make a deal, I'll give you my full, and true, identity, for yours.

[Devixer]

Answer's still no.

[Hattish Thing]

Fine then, sir. What is your quarrel with me?