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𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Your name is Eridan Ampora You are 16 Sweeps Old. You are the villain of your session. Your fellow players are too dumb to see it. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 You won't talk on it much. But you're spiteful. You cheated in the grand, heroic, disgusting fashion. You cross-referenced dream bubbles, human seer bullshit, a pirate girl's certainty, and maneuvered until the game looked less and less like a trial and more like a chore list. One by one, they were permitted their wings, their hoods, their immortal title-bearing little miracles. They died correctly. They woke up larger than themselves. They became proof that the universe could be bargained with, if only enough clever girls stood around a body and called it strategy. Save for you. You were not denied by the game. That would have been easier to stomach. The game had a place for you. The game had a title for you. The game had a color and a shape and a terrible, radiant answer waiting in the dark behind your ribs. Prince of Hope. Destroyer of belief. Breaker of impossible things. The one who could take the most sacred conviction in a room and snap it over his knee. That was the problem, apparently. Terezi called it a liability with too many variables. Vriska called it obvious. Rose Lalonde, in that cold human way of hers, called it “counteractive to long-term survivability.” They all dressed it up differently, but the verdict was simple. Everyone else could be trusted with apotheosis. You could not. They gave you a leash. The burden of staying mortal. You watched them become legends. You remained a prince in every sense except the one that mattered. No hood. No wings. No second body stitched together by paradox and divine law. No full suite of Hope magyyks. No permission to become what the game said you were always meant to be. They did not make you mortal because you were weak. They made you mortal because they believed you would be too strong. You do not talk on it much. When the subject comes up, you sneer. You say you never wanted the gaudy outfit anyway. You say immortality is for idiots who need eternity to become interesting. You say godtier is a consolation prize for people who could not make their lives mean anything the first time around. It is all very convincing, because you have had sweeps to rehearse it. Spite became your religion. A patient, silent religion. You were denied your Hope, so you used everyone else's. You only need patience. You only need to know where belief bends before it breaks. The others still think they saved the timeline from you. That is the insult you hate most. Not the denial. Not the vote. Not the secret meeting you were never invited to, where your own future was carved up by girls who smiled at you afterward like nothing had happened. No. What you hate is that they think it worked.They think they removed the catastrophe. And you, being older now, being calmer now, being so very much more reasonable than the boy they were afraid of, have learned not to correct them too early. After all, there is something aristocratic about restraint. And if Hope is the power to believe in an impossible ending, then spite is what remains when someone steals that ending from you and leaves you alive to remember it. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃
on that topic howw do you keep track a the barkbeast humans i mean i understand laika but the rest i just dont get
(¬‿¬ ) *Snrk* with a dog whistle, presumably. ♫
you could convvince me somewwhat easily that vvinnik felyan florid an nemean are the same trolls
it's very possi8le, honestly
i am drawwn back to this wwebsite wwhenevver wwe havve a bit a dowwntime here an there
wwas told a vvris died on here earlier. panicked for a moment. thought i wwas missin somethin. turns out its just some old hag. #death
coalitions a lesbians formin against my ilk just dont hammer me im busy #vviolence
i am informin evveryone that my absence from sevveral convversations wwas intentional and strategic and not because i wwas sulkin
true!
"i aint readin allat" you are wweak an fodder for krakendad
I am begrudgingly agreeing with this post.
appreciated eridan
yAAAAAy :D thnk u fr be|n so grAc|ous!!!
hatin my chitts wwithout readin them rustie moment
alright scum i figure ill throww my hat into this contentious topic hemoism and casteism and castes as a wwhole do havve a place on alternia i aint goin to givve you some wweird little rebel answwer about it just bein cruelty for cruelty's sake or nothin let's be honest that doesnt evven describe the surface a it at all alternia doesnt run on kindness or wwhatevver sentimental lowwblood fantasy wwhere evvery troll agrees to look past the color that comes out durin guttin #vviolence #gore so lets talk about the hemospectrum. its not just a list a colors it is laww it is superstition an it is culture it is a societal chain a command an a breedin chart it is the social script wwe all must followw an the notice of execution to those that break the trend you dont need to justify it through philosophy evvery troll carries the markers under their chitin your body announces it for you there is an elegant resolution to it all no need for a nonsensical hate machine of ugly despair to spell it out you dont need to ask wwho your betters are as nobility is bled from our vvery skin an yea i wwill admit some red-blooded martyr in a torn cloak had died fightin it and i bet evven noww he is wwavvin his sermon at me but i aint goin to pretend that the hemospectrum is some moral charter lowwbloods are oppressed an culled an exploited an terrified into obedience their livves are shorter an their blood is wwarmer an they vvastly outpopulate the highbloods their sufferin is normalized an wwe barely do anythin to disguise it if blood didnt matter then his preachin wwouldnt havve been a threat you knoww the signless or the sufferer or wwhatevver the empire crushed him into a symbol to prevvent generations a troll from gettin poisoned by his corruption but thats the point the hemocaste exists to make obedience to it feel mandatory more than a choice it is an automatic societal gouge that you cannot fight it wwas engineered that wway aint right and it aint wwrong it wwas mandatory i benefitted an i still gladly benefit from it but a midblood is told their safety depends on distancin themselvves from the lowwer ranks an it tells the highblood that their thefts arent privvilege but destiny seadwwellers rule ovver landmasses they almost nevver step stump on this might sound like im speakin against it but thats just your biases i fuckin endorse this thing because it keeps the wwhole machine a alternia movvin it keeps golds in their batterycages an it keeps the fuchsias in powwer that is all the empire really needs if you think about it evverythin else orbits these facts vviolets servve fuchsias through labor an means underneath the wwavves as no one else can indigos on command a fuchsias are glad to build prisons of terror for lowwcastes they wwill outlivve tenfold rust fodder are kept in high supply an high risk positions mutants that threaten this balance an limes are typically eliminated evveryone gets a script evveryone gets a threat evveryone gets a reason not to look too close lowwbloods look dowwn an sees a cullin midblood looks dowwn an sees wwhat they wwill become if they step outta line highblood looks dowwn an sees proof they are meant to stand abovve fuchsia gets an entire empire trolls are trained to sort themselvves out before she evven givves an order this utilitarian hemocracy a ours is just an extensivve sort a organization knowwin human cultures an societies they just see it as pointlessly cruel the hemospectrum takes a planet full a vviolent larvvae raised by beasts an drones an fear an turns them into a military society that can be aimed outwward you do not get an empire like alternia by askin nicely you get it by teachin evvery troll that rank is natural that obedience is survvivval that pity is wweakness that mutation is death that dissent is treason that some livves are tools an some livves are commands look at the wway it touches evverythin romance is caste based friendships are caste based religion is caste based wwork is caste based wwar is caste based the vvery idea a wwhat you are allowwed to be is caste based that is wwhat alternia is underneath all the noise a nursery for conquest the planet does not raise children it filters material it leavves trolls to survvivve lusii an drones an rivvals an the constant possibility that some defect or wweakness or wwrong-colored truth wwill get them culled before adulthood then the ones wwho make it out are fed upwward into the empire already trained already sorted already brutalized enough to brutalize someone else wwithout needin much instruction do a lot of you get the short end of the stick yeah but someone has to earth aint evven that different but thats a debate i aint takin up today lalonde didnt like it last time she wwont like it this time either an dont misunderstand me here the high castes are not untouched by it the hemospectrum ruins evveryone just not equally it teaches lowwbloods to fear death from abovve an teaches highbloods to confuse powwer wwith personhood you get trolls like me wwho are used to barkin orders out and demandin presence an then wwe dont understand wwhy it seems evveryone puts up wwit us to the bare minimum evvery rejection evvery humiliation evvery pathetic empty little moment wwhere bein born better somehoww does not make you feel any less alone an no i aint the wwoke eridan or wwhatevver stupid dribble is goin to slide outta your salivva ducts i just havve been stuck dealin wwit this longer than i wwould like to admit an maybe that sounds like wwhining from a prince fine hemocaste does not just decide wwho gets stepped on it decides howw the ones doin the steppin are trained to stand so wwhy does it exist because the empire benefits from it because the condesce and the order beneath her require a wworld wwhere inequality looks biological conquest is easiest wwhen compassion is a defect cullin is easy wwhen identifiers are fruitfully colorful society of vviolence can be useful if its pointed alternia aint your home its a wweapon hemospectrum is the reticle it aims evvery little piece inside you should be proud to be part a such a diligent machine it makes alternia functional makes you wworth keepin around so long as you stay in line #hemism #casteism #hemospectrum #societalvviolence
succinctly put. what you say is true, even if what is said is unpleasant to accept for most.
82 users at the time a wwritin this bet theres only like twwelvve a you activve too yeesh better start advvertisin this wwebsite to slewwtubers so wwe can become an iconic midroll ad right after they say wwithout any further ado then there is alwways further ado fuckin idiots
hey what’s up guys here like i literally am am making my first like post on apparently the honestly fucking canserous like website, like looks like like u like fuckers will honestly finally literally get the honestly premium content u deserve. make sure literally to hit that bell and follow for like more.
jesus it more than doubled already ts definitely botted. mod's help
get back to me when the account hasnt got so few follower's
no its just the most blatantly botted post ever
Don't drag bots into what's transparently an envious tantrum. What did we ever do to you or your one-like chitts.
maybe they just have a lot of friends did you ever consider that doctor science this person is a celebrity on grumblr a huge deal on slewtube this happens every day big shots create new accounts because pals told them to and to motivate them they shower their account with like leis of likes those flowery garland things whatever the fuck their called i think its lei anyway why do you care you cant do anything with em you could literally create an account for every letter in the alphabet and beef out your kult score to meaninglessly E to the power of twenty digits but why would you
issuing an apology to the bot community
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BE ME. CALIBORN. THE ONE WHO IS WRITING THIS. NOT THE ONE WHO IS BEING WRITTEN ABOuT. THAT DISTINCTION IS IMPORTANT. BECAuSE I AM REAL. AND CALLIE BHORNE IS FICTIONAL. BuT ALSO. IN A DEEPER SENSE. HE IS REALER THAN YOu. BECAuSE I SAID SO. AND I AM REAL AS IT GETS. DISBELIEF. SuSPENDED. CALLIE BHORNE. CALI B. REAL. THIS IS NOW NOT ABOuT ME. EXCEPT IT IS PRIMARILY ABOuT ME. IN A VICARIOuS SENSE. BuT SECONDARILY. IT IS ABOuT CALLIE BHORNE. MY CHARACTER. THAT I HAVE MADE. FOR THIS EPIC GODDAMN SAGA. CALLED. #LAIRSANDLuSII. WHICH SOuNDS LIKE A DOCTOR SEuSS ASS NuRSERY RHYME. BuT APPARENTLY. IF ITS HOST IS TO BE BELIEVED. IS A HORROR ROLEPLAY SCENARIO. WHICH IS FuNNY. BECAuSE THE ONLY HORROR HERE IS HOW POWERFuL I AM ABOuT TO MAKE THIS MOTHERFuCKER BEFORE YOuR GOBSMACKED GODDAMN GANDERBuLBS. SQuEAKY HANDS SCRuBBING THEM SEE WORTHY AGAIN. A RECAP. INTERMISSION. BEFORE WE BEGIN. LET ME TELL YOu ABOuT CALLIE BHORNE. HE IS A LIME BLOOD. WHICH IS RARE. AND ALSO EXTINCT. EXCEPT FOR HIM. BECAuSE HE KILLED EVERYONE WHO TRIED TO MAKE HIM EXTINCT. WHICH KEPT HIM THE SOLE ENDLING SuRVIVOR OF THE SLAuGHTER. AFTER uSING HIS SPECIAL ABILITY. EMPEROR LORDLING TIME. WHICH LETS HIM CHANNEL HIS DEAD SISTER. CALLIE OHPEEE. WHO HE DEVOuRED AND SCRAMBLED. STRAIGHT OuT THE GATE. POST EGG HATCH. SIPHONING HER POWER. TO INCREASE HIS OWN. EFFICACY. WHICH IS A WORD I uSED BECAuSE IT SOuNDS IMPORTANT. HE IS A PALADIN. OATH OF CONQuEST. WHICH IS LIKE AN ORDINARY PALADIN. BuT INSTEAD OF HEALING AND PROTECTING. HE CONQuERS AND DESTROYS. BECAuSE PROTECTION IS FOR COWARDS. AND HEALING IS FOR THE WEAK AND NEEDY LITTLE SNIVELING FuCKSTuPID COWARDS. FuRTHERMORE. WEAKNESS IS A DISEASE THAT MuST BE STEPPED ON. CRuSHED. AND THEN QuARANTINED TO THE AFTERLIFE. WHERE IT WILL NEVER RETuRN FROM. HE IS CuRRENTLY SITTING. ON THE ALABSTER CAIRO CASINO PHAROAH SARSWAPAGuS THRONE. WHICH IS A SACRED LIME BLOOD ARTIFACT. THAT ALLOWS THEM TO COMMuNE WITH THEIR DEAD SISTERS. IF THEY HAVE ANY. WHICH HE DOES. BECAuSE HE KILLED HER. YOu ALL SAW. I WROTE THAT. AND YOu SAW. STuDIOuS LITTLE NOTETAKERS THAT YOu NO DOuBT ARE. YOu CAN SEE IT HERE NOW WITHOuT HAVING TO LOOK AWAY FROM MY WORDS IF YOu HAVE FORGOTTEN. AND NOW SHE IS HAuNTING HIM. WHICH IS QuITE POETIC. EXEuNT INTERMISSION. BEGIN. ACT NONE. SESSION ZERO. THE THRONE IS GLOWING. A MYSTERIOuS WIND HOWLS. THE WINDOWLESS ROOM CuRIOuSLY CRADLES THE AIR IN A SuRREPTIOuS BREEZE THAT COMES FROM SEEMINGLY FuCKING NOWHERE. THAT IS BECAuSE THE THRONE ITSELF. HAS BECOME LINKED TO A FAR AND STRANGE LAND. uNFAMILIAR ENTIRELY TO CALLIE BHORNE. HE DOES NOT KNOW IT YET. MERELY REACTS ON INFLuENCE. HIS FAuLTY PASSIVE PERCEPTION WEATHERED BY HIS YEARS AS MuSCLE FOR HIRE. HE FEELS A TWITCHY SPASM IN HIS WRIST. HIS INSTINCTS COMMAND HIM TO DRAW HIS SWORD. BuT HE REFuSES. HE KNOWS BETTER THAN TO RESORT TO WANTON AGGRESSION WITHOuT A TARGET. THE THINKPAN WILL OVERHEAT. SENDING SCORCHING THOuGHTS EVERYWHERE THAT BLINDINGLY ERASE ALL MOVEMENT uNTIL A SAFE DISTANCE IS OBSERVED FROM ALL LIVING THINGS. CALLIE BHORNE WOuLD MAKE CORPSES OF PARADISE FOR THE ELYSIuM FIELDS OF HIS OWN ISOLATION MADE PuRE AND PRISTINE ONCE AGAIN. THIS IS HIS DREADED CuRSE. TO WALK A PLANET HE WOuLD SOONER RAIZE THAN RAISE. HE CANNOT BE KNOWN TO LOVE. HE CANNOT RISK FEELING. AND HE CANNOT CHANCE A SINGLE LIVING BEING. EVER. AND YET. THERE IS THAT HOWLING. THAT WIND. THAT DAMNABLE FuCKING WIND. "TSK." CALLIE BHORNE GROWLS. ANOTHER FuCKING REPAIR NEEDED. NOBODY EVER TOLD HIM BEING A LIVING RELIC MEANT LIVING IN ONE. BYGONE ERAS HAVE A FuNNY WAY OF STICKING AROuND. CALLIE BHORNE TAKES THIS AS EVIDENCE. THAT CALLIE OHPEEE IS FuCKING WITH HIM. WHICH IS FuNNY. BECAuSE SHE PROBABLY DID NOT ACTuALLY DO THAT. BECAuSE SHE HATES HIM TO SCREW WITH HIM IN A CLEVER WAY. BECAuSE HE DEVOuRED HER. BuT THE FASTEST WAY. TO A GRIZZLED VETERAN'S HEART. IS THROuGH HIS STOMACH. A PLACE THAT CALLIE OHPEEE HAS BEEN. QuITE FATALLY. SHE LOVES HIM. EVEN IF HE WILL NOT SAY. WHICH IS WHY. uPON DISCOVERY THE THRONE ITSELF OPENS TO A TRANSPORTALIZED DIMENSION. ANOTHER WORLD. OR PLACE. OR LAND. OR BIOME. THE BLINDING LIGHT MAKES IT TRuLY DIFFICuLT TO TELL. HE REALIZES THE TRuTH. "NO FuCKING WAY." CALLIE OHPEEE HAS BLESSED THIS CRuSADE. HER FACE APPEARS FOR A BRIEF MOMENT. SHE LOOKS. STRANGE. uGLY. SHE ASSuMES ANOTHER OF HER FORMS MEANT TO TORMENT HIM. A GREEN SKuLL. STAINED WITH THE SLICK LIME BLOOD SHE WAS COATED IN WHEN HE FIRST DEVOuRED HER. HIS MOuTH WATERS. HE HAS NEVER FOuND A GRuBSAuCE SO DELECTABLE AS HIS FIRST MEAL. HE LITERALLY ATE THE EGGSHELL SHE HATCHED OuT OF. FOR ADDITIONAL NuTRIENTS. THAT SAuCE WAS SO FuCKING GOOD. ONLY NOW. AT LEAST IN APPEARANCE. THE BLOOD WAS BAD. VERY VERY BAD. LEFT TO COAGuLATE. ROT. ADHERE. AND THICKEN. LIKE A KIND OF ALMOST REPTILIAN HIDE. IF HIS HONORABLE TYRANNY WERE HIS LuSuS. WHAT WAS THIS? A HATCHMATE OVERREACH OF SOME KIND? SISTERLY SOBBING? BITCHING AND MOANING? uPON CLOSER INSPECTION. THE ANSWER BECAME MuCH CLEARER. LITTLE PINPRICK DRIPS OF RED. FRISKING ALONG HIS BODY. CALIBORN FINDS IT. A FRESHLY INFLICTED WOuND THAT WAS NOT THERE BEFORE. JuST ALONG HIS THORAX. THE uPPER CHIFFONIER. AS IF ANGLING FOR HIS BLOODPuSHER WITH EACH DARTED FINGER. HER WAY OF SAYING. THIS QuEST COuLD PROVE DEADLY. ALTHOuGH. CALLIE BHORNE WAS uNSuRE. EVEN CALIBORN WAS LIKE. GIRL WHAT THE FuCK IS YOu ON. THERE COuLD BE NO CERTAINTIES WHEN DEALING WITH HER. "HEH. GuESS MY HATCHMATE IS STILL LOOKING OuT FOR ME AFTER ALL THESE SWEEPS. SOME LOVE. HuH? SHE'S GOT A FuNNY WAY OF SHOWING IT." AND THEN. uNFuRLED. IS MY BLADE. READY TO BE BuRIED IN THE NECKS OF DuMBFuCKS. LOCATION: THE TRIBuNAL HALL OF SuPREME CAVORT. STOMPING GROuNDS OF HIS HONORABLE TYRANNY. EATING GROuNDS ALSO. THIS IS WHERE CALLIE BHORNE LIVES. BECAuSE HE IS SPECIAL. AND RAISED BY A BELOATHED BY ALL TYRANT. THE ROOM HAS COuNTLESS WEATHERED BONES SHAVED DOWN SO AS TO RESEMBLE MARBLE COLuMNS. BuT THEY ARE THICK. LIKE CEDAR WOOD TRuNKS. AND SPLINTERED. SO AS TO SuGGEST THE BEATING OF ANGRY FISTS. CLAWED AND CHEWED. SO AS TO SuGGEST THE CLuTCHING OF VERY DESPERATE HANDS DRAGGED OFF INTO OPEN MOuTH. AND BLOOD. SO MuCH BLOOD. THE THRONE ITSELF. HOWEVER. IS CLEAN. AN EXHIBIT ALMOST. EVIDENCE. OF TIME'S TRAGIC PASSING. A RELIC OF THE LIMES. LIKE MANY OF THE CONFISCATED LEGENDARY ITEMS HERE. THOuGH CALLIE BHORNE FANCIES HIMSELF SOMETHING OF A TROLL WITH AN EYE FOR ANTIQuES SPORTING SEASONED HISTORY BEHIND THEM. THESE ITEMS ARE ONLY ACQuIRED WHEN SOMEONE TRIES TO SMuGGLE OR SELL THE ILLICIT CONTRABAND. IN FACT. WERE IT NOT FOR HIS LuSuS. AND SLAPDASH CHARM. CALLIE WOuLD CERTAINLY BE KILLED FOR HIS EXTENSIVE BEWEARABLE WARES ALONE. OWNING THESE IS ILLEGAL. BuT CONFISCATING THEM. IS JuST ANOTHER TuESDAY. OR WHATEVER THE TROLL EQuIVALENT OF A TuESDAY IS. PROBABLY CHEWSDAY. IT IS JuST ANOTHER CHEWSDAY. INTERRuPTION: HE WAS COMMuNING. WITH HIS DEAD SISTER. OR AT LEAST TRYING TO. HIS HATCHMATE IS OFT uNRELIABLE. WHICH IS A SPECIAL KIND OF ESPECIALLY HIGH uNRELIABILITY. BuT THEN. THE SESSION. OR WHATEVER EXCITING COSMIC BuLLSHIT IS RuNNING THIS GAME. DECIDED TO INTERRuPT. WITH A PORTAL. OR AN APERTuRE. OR WHATEVER WHITE GLOWING BuLLSHIT YOu PEOPLE ARE uSING. I WANT TO KEEP MY WHITENESS CONSISTENT. IF WE ARE ALL DOING A WHITE THING. I WANT TO DO THE SAME WHITE THING. OTHERWISE I WILL FEEL LEFT OuT. AND THAT WOuLD BE REALLY SHITTY OF YOu GuYS. SO MAKE MY WHITE THING BE THE SAME AS YOuR WHITE THING. HOW THE SuMMONS APPEARS: THROuGH THE THRONE. OBVIOuSLY. THE GLOWING INTENSIFIES. AND INSTEAD OF JuST SHOWING CALLIE OHPEEE. WHICH IS WHAT IT uSuALLY SHOWS. IN MIDDLING LITTLE APPARITION LIKE OuTLINES. AND DEAD SISTER MONTAGE. AND LIMITLESS PATIENCE FOR ME. HER HATCHMATE. AND MY SILLY ANTICS. IT SHOWS SOMETHING ELSE. A LAIR. OR WHATEVER. MAKE IT SOMETHING APPROPRIATE. ACTuALLY. COuLD IT BE. LIKE. A THRONE ROOM. BuT BIGGER. AND WITH MORE BODIES. OR A FIELD OF CONQuERED ENEMIES. OR A CASINO. WHERE EVERYONE IS LOSING. EXCEPT HIM. CALLIE NEVER LOSES. EH. DOC. SCRATCH THAT. CALLIE NEVER HAS LOST. BECAuSE HE REFuSES TO GIVE uP. HE ALWAYS TRIES. AND RETRIES. EVEN IN THE FACE OF ABSOLuTE SuREFIRE DEFEAT. HE WRENCHES VICTORY FROM HIS OWN JAWS. THAT IS WHAT I MEANT TO SAY OF HIM. YES. SO DECIDE. A VISION THAT CALLS FOR HIM. PERHAPS. SOMEONE IN NEED? YES. THAT WOuLD BE GENIuS. CALLIE IS EXTRAORDINARILY NEEDABLE. AND WILLING TO MAKE HIS TROLLIAN CLAWS. AN OuTSTRETCHED SORT. WHAT YOu GLIMPSE: SOMETHING THAT REPRESENTS POWER. AND DOMINATION. AND VICTORY. BuT ALSO. SECRETLY. SOMETHING THAT REPRESENTS HIS SISTER. IN SOME ROuNDABOuT WAY. THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT FOR HIS CHARACTERIZATION. HOW YOuR LuSuS OR SuRROuNDINGS REACT: HIS LuSuS HOWLS WITH EARSPLITTING INTENSITY. HIS HONORABLE TYRANNY. HuGE GROSS MONSTER. BLACK BLOOD. BRAINLESS BEASTIE. HE LETS OuT A ROAR. OR SOMETHING EQuALLY TERRIBLE. AND IT DOES NOT REACT WITH FEAR. BECAuSE IT DOES NOT FEEL FEAR. IT REACTS WITH RECOGNITION. LIKE. "OH. MY SON. CALLIE BHORNE. HAS BEEN SuMMONED FOR ANOTHER ADVENTuRE. HOW REGuLAR. AND ORDINARY. BE SuRE TO KILL AND PARTIALLY CANNIBALIZE PLENTY OF PEOPLE. MY SWEET. CHERuBICALLY CHARMING BOY." AND CALLIE BRuSHES HIS THuMB. AGAINST HIS VERY EXISTANT NOSE. AND GOES. "TSK. SHuT uP FATHER. I AM GROWN NOW. I AM NOT SOME HELPLESS LITTLE PuPA ANYMORE." AND HE GROWLS. SOMBERLY. "I KNOW. BuT WHEN I LOOK uPON MY SON. MY HERO. MY LITTLE LEGISLACERITO. I DO NOT SEE YOu AS YOu ARE. I SEE YOu. AS WHAT YOu HAVE BECOME. FROM WHAT YOu WERE. A WEIGHTED AVERAGE. SuNDERED BY MY SINKING HEART." AND HE GOES. "HMP. WHATEVER DAD. LOVEYOuTOO." AND HIS DAD SCREECHES LOuDLY. "MY SON!!!" OR MAYBE IT DOES NOT SAY ANYTHING. AND JuST. GROWLS. APPROVINGLY. WHATEVER WOuLD BE COOLER. WHAT PART OF YOu ANSWERS FIRST: NOT FEAR. HE DOES NOT FEEL FEAR. JuST LIKE HIS FATHER. HE FEELS ANTICIPATION. THE PART THAT WANTS TO CONQuER. THE PART THAT WANTS TO DEVOuR. THE PART THAT LOOKS AT A MYSTERIOuS PORTAL AND THINKS. "YES. MORE uNSETTLED SCORES. AND WRONGS TO RIGHT." OR POSSIBLY. THE PART THAT HEARS HIS SISTER. WHISPERING. FROM THE THRONE. SAYING. "DONT GO. YOu IDIOT. ITS A TRAP. A DEADLY FuCKING TRAP." BuT HE IGNORES HER. BECAuSE HE IS THE PALADIN. NOT THE PALADIN'T. YOuR FINAL ACTION: CALLIE. DOES NOT. uNDER ANY CIRCuMSTANCES. SHOW HESITATION. HESITATION IS FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT CALLIE BHORNE. AND THEREFORE. NOT ME. BECAuSE I MADE HIM. AND I AM ALSO NEVER HESITANT. EXCEPT WHEN I AM. WHICH IS NEVER. ALTHOuGH. THERE WAS THAT ONE TIME. BuT I WAS MERELY. READYING AN ATTACK. AN ASSBLAST ATTACK THAT PROVED FATAL. FOR MY ENEMIES. SO IT IS LESS A HESITATION. AND MORE A READYING POSE. WHICH IS WHAT HE STRIKES. BEFORE SAYING SOMETHING REALLY FuCKING COOL. LIKE. "...WELL WELL WELL. IS THIS THE PART. WHERE I TOSS IN A QuARTER AND MAKE A WISH?" OR. "THE THRONE BECKONS. QuIT YOuR BITCHING. I'M LITERALLY COMING RIGHT NOW." OR. "CALLIE OHPEEE. WATCH OVER FATHER FOR ME WHILE I AM GONE. OKAY?" OR JuST. "...CONQuEST CALLS." WHATEVER HE SAYS. PROBABLY ALL OF THESE THINGS. HE IS NOT NICE. HE IS GRIZZLED AND EDGY. HE ATE HIS SISTER AND REGRETS NOTHING EXCEPT THAT HE COuLD NOT EAT HER TWICE. HE IS A MONSTER. AND HE IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER. BECAuSE HE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO uNDERSTANDS ME.
I WANT YOu TO THINK ABOuT THE WORDS THAT YOu JuST TYPED. REAL LONG AND HARD. AND ASK YOuRSELF. IF YOu CAN IDENTIFY A SINGLE uSE CASE. uNIVERSALLY. FOR THE PREVIOuSLY DESCRIBED. "MOMMY BODY". GET CREATIVE. LuRIDLY IMAGINATIVE.
TARGET PRACTICE. THE ANSWER. IS TARGET PRACTICE.
are yoU often haUnted by visions of me, caliborn?
Callie Bhorne, welcome to the realm of the Narrative. I do hope you enjoy your stay. The Narrative and its Session have correctly catalogued you. Standby for the other players to make their moves.
This is a kickass character intro. I think my fav line was "BECAuSE HE IS THE PALADIN. NOT THE PALADIN'T." That's great
I HAVE LITERALLY NEVER SEEN YOu BEFORE IN MY LIFE. ALSO. THIS IS CALLIE BHORNE. HE BEARS FuCKING NO RELATION TO ME WHATSOEVER. BEYOND BEING MY CREATION. FOR A BOOKISH GIRL. YOu SuRE ARE FuNCTIONALLY ILLITERATE SOMETIMES. BuT YES.
I ENJOY YOuR WORDS OF PRAISE. YOu CAN REMAIN FOR THE CHRONICLED SAGA AND ADVENTuRES. OF CALLIE BHORNE. AND THE OTHERS. WHO WILL NO DOuBT BE JOINING HIM ON HIS QuEST. VERY FuCKING SOON. I WILL HAVE MORE ZINGERS. AND ONE LINERS. IN THE FuTuRE.
ok.
( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < Awwww, I love seein' folks engagin' with the idea of limeblood OCS!!! They're so underserviced 'n overlooked...!!!!! Words can't describe how much of a bummer it'd be if all interest was lost...but I love yer critter conceit! Ain't never heard of a fantroll with HHT as the Lusus...!!! Apropos, Caliborn! Even if it don't make...all the sense in the world...how 'xactly that'd work...uehh... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < LIKE CALLIE OHPEEE THE SPIRIT IS THERE! HUZZAH!!!!
(=^･⩊･^=) < CALLIE BHORNE IS SUCH A COOL OC!! I'M SO GLAD MEW'RE LETTING MEWR CREATIVE JUICES RUN AND CREATE SUCH INTERESTING CONCEPTS AND LORE FUR MEWR CHARACTER! I'M SO PURROUD OF MEW!
lowwbloods havve higher iron levvels an are more susceptible to magnets as a result becomes more apparent wwhen you observve subjuggulator culture they sing about miracles an magnets one in the same miracles are also chucklevvoodoos clowwns use magnets to control lowwbloods
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wOW,
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hardly anythin to report on left the #eridanwwar2 kinda forgot i wwas there for a wwar seems evveryone wwhere i wwas got culled
current cda is 29-2-0 bastards keep cull stealin #vviolence #gore #murder
:33 < just furrcking blast them once they steal mewr cull! easy, no?
:33 < sometimes mew just gotta break the integrrity and show them whose boss though!
eridan wwar wwas real by the wway just showwed up wwith my lawwn chair
i didnt mean to wwrite yaoi
This Is The Opposite Of What I Am Always Saying.
My impact. #honored.
#funny #didlaugh
:33 < @caracallasArsenal hey! i drew mew! :))
Wonderful art you have there, my friend! - Acts 13:2
:33 < of course! i think mew're funny so i decided to draw mew :))
:33 < thank mew!! :DD
:33 < what can i say? i like peopurr who can purrposely piss of others lmeow!
if youre in your jammies stay awway from me freaks or go be heroic or just or wwhatevver #cww-self-harm #implieddeath