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We encourage any with the monetary means to do so to commission the construction of Class 3 generator installations, which will be capable of powering large sections of cities indefinitely. Together, you and Evolution Industries can make a difference!
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One million dollars. What the hell would we do with oranges?
Honestly, I think you're selling yourself a little short, guy. The key ingredient for an unstoppable super-whatever, being bought by a guy with more money than are grains of sand in Beachside, and you'd throw it away for only a million?
Thank you for publicly pleading guilty to two separate counts of criminal activity against upstanding citizens of our humongous City of Inside!
My husband won't badger me now when I claw open your ribcage and nom on your still beating heart and your super-shriveled lungs! And the more clones you have, the more hearts and lungs I could feast upon! Could I use your cloning machines like an automatic food dispenser? Sweet! But not as sweet as your liver!
I think I'll have to stop by and give that a go some time!
And fyi, your pet chiuaua doesn't scare anybody but you, kid.
Are you just eating his body? Because finding a good source of life without getting Remnant on my head has been pretty hard lately, so if you are, I'd be happy to help in exchange for what he leaves when you kill him...
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Plague Rat in the Playground
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Originally Posted by Grim ranger
I support the godly magazine idea, and hope that Eld can serve as mix of town crier and incredibly deadpan game show host in some sections. Also, for some odd reason, he will also make appearance when it comes to godly fashion tips, for even if he is grim reaper he will be the most bishounen god there is. Just you wait
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Originally Posted by Moonwolf
Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
The message written below this shifts and writhes, cloaked in fog, making it unreadable for anyone save the intended recipient:
Spoiler
I am a literalist. When I offered to make a goddess for him, I meant only that I would create a new deity, and he would have some amount of input into the process of her creation, the extent of which would be determined by me, and likely, given what he has shown himself to be, minimal.
That said, my wording was intended to confuse him, so I can hardly fault you for misunderstanding my true purpose. My apologies for whatever distress I may have caused you.
Pink spray paint is sprayed over the message. Seems the person really really doesn't want to read what they believe to be a curse or enchantment.
If we're calling dibs on his body parts now, I want his skin. Mine's starting to get mouldy, and I go through loads of deodorant to keep the smell down.
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I have a point!
Always willing to run a dungeon for those who need somewhere to explore. Just PM me, and decide the character and location and I'll see what I can rummage up.
Evolution Industries products are put through many stringent layers of quality assurance testing, which never involve the deaths of entire branches of our workforce. The safety and care of our employees is our number two priority, second only to the quality of the products we ship to your doorstep. Products which are designed by the best minds in the business, certified and guaranteed to not warp reality!
We at Evolution Industries remember that people are more than statistics. Can all our rivals say the same?
If you're doing what I hope you are, contact me once you've got the money, greentext. But please, not right away, with the smell of swamp still sticking to you. It's the least you can do, as I did just ensure you'd make an extra fourteen million, after all.
Evolution...shut it. People are statistics, pawns and playtoys...for my delight.
PUT DOWN THE CHALK AND STEP AWAY FROM THE WALL.
1. Fire your entire PR division RIGHT NOW. You'd be doing them a favor. IF YOU ARE FROM HIS PR DIVISION: Quit right now. Do not list him on your resume. If someone asks why you have no employer listed for this span of time, blame Nexus madness.
2. You. Are. Getting. Burned. By. An. Adbot. It's not even an advanced AI adbot, it's a basic context reading adbot. You are failing to the equivalent of Moogle ads. As in, cleverbot could outsmart that adbot, and you are getting /pwned/ by it. Trust me on this: if you want ANYONE you EVER meet to take you seriously, never post on the wall again.
A computer is but a construct of man, who is himself flawed and incapable of producing anything but a paradox of perfection. You may toil to secure true perfection, but you will never have it!
Flout my power and prattle on your own! The proof is in the pudding! And you'll be in the pudding too, if I have anything to say about it!
And name's Clarissa, by the way! Clarissa von Smith. If that name doesn't ring a bell, you've been missing out, because I can literally blow your mind with a wink. And the last breath you draw before your head goes pop would be the happiest moment of your life. I guarantee it!
And of course you can claim whatever energies Marciano drops when I pluck his heart out of his mouth! Gods know I have no use for them! My keychain can't hold another, and I'm on a strictly soul-free diet. So have at it! Both of you!
Come to think of it, I can't comprehend why you'd want to dress up in garbage like Marciano as skin. Heck, his epidermal layer is more like that of a slug than a human! That's what ya get for crawling on your belly everywhere! Swing by Dave's free clinic in Inside. Tell Dave I sent you but you aren't going to torch the joint and we'll get you hooked up in the latest and greatest swag I can conjure! I can afford to share bits and pieces of my prey with friends!
So, where shall we meet up, guys and gals? Black Dragon's Den sound cool? Or is Trog's more comfortable for ya? I'm impartial. I'll also pick up the tab.
Haha! Clarrissa, I've heard of you...You don't scare me. My computer is sentient. The perfection of mind and metal! I am...GENIOUS! Lame trolling...People take me serioudly when I make them swallow their own tongue.
Good! I don't want to scare you! I want to eat your heart and/or lungs! if you're already scared, I won't be able to taste the adrenaline on you when I crash your party and make a scene! And that'd spoil everything!
You also misspelled my name, meatsack! It's Clarissa. One 'r'. 'R' as in
RAWR! Imma eat your heart and/or lungs!
Also also, that whole tongue swallowing thing that people do whenever you talk to them? Yeah? It's probably not meant to be taken as a compliment...
So, where shall we meet up, guys and gals? Black Dragon's Den sound cool? Or is Trog's more comfortable for ya? I'm impartial. I'll also pick up the tab.
I would prefer the Den, as I'm already familiar with it, but I suppose I could use either.
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Plague Rat in the Playground
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Originally Posted by Grim ranger
I support the godly magazine idea, and hope that Eld can serve as mix of town crier and incredibly deadpan game show host in some sections. Also, for some odd reason, he will also make appearance when it comes to godly fashion tips, for even if he is grim reaper he will be the most bishounen god there is. Just you wait
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Originally Posted by Moonwolf
Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
No, I mean, her attractiveness is irrelevant. She's not a psycho bloodthirsty killing machine, she's a psycho bloodthirsty killing machine with a ring on her finger. Even if you have a buhmillion guns in her face, I don't think she's going to make out with a warty, foul-smelling toad man like yourself.