♣ mediated by @downcastDaylight
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[ENTRY 12531] [HM. THAT WAS THE MOST VILE, DISGUSTING, ABHORRENT THING I’VE EVER DONE WITH ANOTHER BEING. I LIKED IT. I CAN STILL TASTE HIM. …NEXT TIME, PERHAPS WE COULD [EXPUNGED BY SECONDARY ADMIN] WHILE [EXPUNGED BY SECONDARY ADMIN], [EXPUNGED BY SECONDARY ADMIN]. AT THE SAME TIME.]
Well, I'm wide awake now.
It is so very fascinating you immediately assumed it was you💚 Make that two people, now💚
You ever just look at someone, and know, deep in your marrow, that they’re going to be an absolute delight to perceive? Not necessarily because they are genuinely fun to be around, but because the way they speak, act, and think is so specific, that they activate your inner researcher like a newly hired field researcher that’s discovered a brand new organism? This is going to be *very* fun💚
[ENTRY 1423] [I WONDER IF HE’D WEAR WIGS.]
Scurvy
go white boie go
Well, you are a white boy and you do go.
˚.⋆﹏𓊝﹏ Oh, dear!!! But-- in th' spirit of th' other comments, "go white boy go"? ⚓︎
> go wh1te boy go <
၄⋆၃ go white man go shout pole
>----( She'🗡🗡 see the path s🛡🛡n. She has g🛡ne 🛡ff... but wi🗡🗡 return t🛡 it. ::::::::::>
[ENTRY 1418] [EXPUNGED BY SECONDARY ADMIN] [ENTRY 1419] [EXPUNGED BY SECONDARY ADMIN] [ENTRY 1420] [I HAVE BEEN SPENDING TIME, REVIEWING THE MUTILATED TIMELINE. THE ONE WITH A SECOND FELT, MADE OF BITS AND PIECES OF OTHERS. A SIPHON. AND ONE I HAVE ACCESS TO. VERY. VERY FUN. THE MORE I LOOK AT IT, THE MORE I SEE HOW DISGUSTINGLY BROKEN THIS PUPPET OF MINE HAS BECOME. HE PLOTS AND SCHEMES FOR HIMSELF, FORMS RELATIONSHIPS AND TIES, HAS RIVALRIES. HE THINKS HE’S PEOPLE. HIDEOUS. …ALSO THERE ARE TWO CARAPACIAN PAWNS IN THIS ONE. …THEY SEEM. FOND OF EACH OTHER. I WONDER IF. IF I COULD GET THEM TO…I MEAN. I DO HAVE…]
❥ Unꪆess, ❤f c❤urse, s❤me❤ne is bꪆ❤nd, in which case they wiꪆꪆ indeed see n❤thing. ⟡
Evidet hates lowbloods?? Won't let me goop?????
WOULDN'T THIS BE YOUR THIRD TODAY OR SOME SHIT? HAVE SOMETHING TO EAT YOU FUCKING MORON.
Dean Dracon, I'm going to bap YOU with a rolled up newspaper as soon as my body stops feeling like an overcooked piece of linguini.
Zi wewkxtd cx sx xywx scd ueah "M tos lpkg laq"
Speaking of radiation, I do need to continue irradiating collected cells of a dead cherub.
it made this very hollow ringing sound
there he is
Okay, checked the pools, there's no God King Casper. Everyone breathe easy.
SEND HELP.
I think we should give Casper a gun
[ENTRY 9] [FUCK. SHE DID NOT. BUT I REVERSED TIME. SO IT BASICALLY NEVER HAPPENED. …I CAN TRY AGAIN. IN THE NEXT UNIVERSE. AND THE NEXT. FOREVER.]
[ENTRY 8] [I HAVE SEEN THE CARAPACIAN HOE RECRUITED. AND MADE THE LIFELINE OF THIS UNIVERSE. BY THE PUPPET MOCKERY. I WATCH HER GO AROUND WHEN I’M NOT BUSY BEING THE SHIT. THE WORLD DESTROYING, UNIVERSE CONSUMING SHIT. SHE IS, BY ALL MEANS, JUST ANOTHER BITCH. AND ONE WHO WILL BE DISPOSED OF BY THE END. BUT. THE WAY HER SHINY CARAPACE. MOVES CLAD IN GREEN. AND HER BARELY HIDDEN BITCHY CONTEMPTUOUS GLARE. HIDDEN BY FAKEY FAKE POLITE BULLSHIT. MAKESSS ME FEEL THINGSSS. THINGSSS THAT FEEL FAMILIAR. AND THAT I HAVE BEEN. MISSSSING? AND ALSO. THE SSSOULS WITHIN ME FLARE UP. WITH ENTIRELY DIFFERENT INSSSTINCTS. AS I FEED ON THEM. HM. I WONDER IF SHE. WOULD LIKE TO HOLD HANDS.]
(¬‿¬ ) Cock is ticking.... ♫
⚇ Goin' from Mafia shtick to law? ⚇ Now Messiahs strike me if I'm wrong. ⚇ But that shit is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S. ⚇ Funniest shit a clown ever did hear. ⚇
I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I THOUGHT IT WAS FOR FRIENDSHIP
Throws you around telepathically again.
If I'm sleepy, should I ♥️: go to bed ♦️: go to cupe ♠️: start doing tomorrow's chores ♣️: stay up for 4 more hours on my phone?
Fellow trolls be honest with me Would you date a human person (People already dating human persons need not apply)
I’ll do you the courtesy of giving you an advance notice if anything, shall we say, intimate is to appear.
imagine if i was like evil and opened the door just before everieone succeeded that'd be fucked up thank god im not evil and even if i was im too ill to get up right now i'll be so real
Let him cook
...............Catholic Scratch, I've literally never asked you for anything. But if you could kindly put some of that in a jar for me....
It will present itself to you. Make the right choice.
Traps everyone here in the sludge room.
tht dean dick is blonde?????????
Wait until you catch up on the bullshit
not a deal. A choice. An answer to a higher calling beyond your mortal bonds.
The humble liker.
One day when the sky turns upside down you will be blue and i will be red
GAZE UPON MY BADGE AND WEEP!!!! ICKY DIME SWEEP!
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU ARE LIKE A GNAT INSIDE MY EAR HOLES. BEATING THE NOISE RECEIVING MECHANISMS WITH YOUR UGLY LITTLE HANDS. THE HANDS IN THIS CASE. BEING GNAT HANDS.
FIIIIIIINE.
I'll never stop. everrrr. Ever Ever Ever. ...Side note. You know Casper, right?
CN are my initials! So Chromatic Nobody it is. Helps that it's my name, doesn't it? Hm Hm.
HE HAD UNFAIR ADVANTAGES.
[The manor is filled with a fierce, burning roaring. Something animalistic and hateful, like a demon. Well, no, not like. It is a demon. Lord English burst through the walls of the manors, smashing through them at top speeds to reach his destination. Infuriated by being, essentially, child locked. The flashing light flared off him like blinding fire as he rapidly approached his destination. And his puppet prey. The wall of his final destination burst apart into dust and rubble, looking for all the world like a bomb had gone off. A puppet was there to meet him, standing serenely in the center of the room with his hands behind his back. **”PUUUUUUUUUUUPPETTTTTTTTTTTT!”** “Ah, there you are, my lord. Right on time. Jujubes?” With a zap, Scratch was next to the furious and heaving lord, paying no attention to his devastating aura and the crackling green energy dancing across his body, holding up a bowl of candy. Instead of thanks or at the very least a silent partaking of the treats offered, he was met with a massive claw slashing out to strike at him. Unfortunately for Lord English, there was no impact as his host teleported out of the way. “Exactly as expected, of course. Still, it would have been impolite not to offer. Especially to *such* an important guest as you, my lord.” “YOU ARROGANT LITTLE FUCKWAD. YOU HAVE FAILED ME, YOU HAVE *DISAPPOINTED* ME, LIKE THE BROKEN LITTLE PUPPET YOU ARE. BUT NOW YOU *DEFY* ME?! INTERFERE WITH *MY* PROPERTY?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!” The question was, for all intents and purposes, rhetorical, as the moment after he said it the lord’s jaw split open, unleashing a wide wave of destructive energy that tore apart the room in mere moments. Everything was naught but ash. “Because I have finally realized, my lord, that I am better than you in nearly every way.” Everything but Scratch, who was safely behind his own attacker with a gun aimed straight at him. A gun which went off the moment English turned to face him, striking him square in his shoulder. “For instance, my omniscience is far less than it should be as of late, as you have reminded me incessantly. And yet, even with that combined with your ability to selectively hide from it, I am able to use all the information available to me to correctly determine the exact moment that you are most open for a shot.” Once again Scratch found himself teleporting away after his speech, zapping down the hallway as his lord chased him, snarling and roaring with rage as he gripped his bleeding shoulder. “Also, you are very bad at using your powers to your full potential.” “ARROGANT, BROKEN WHELP-“ “And that is another thing. I’ve contemplated it, and I am beginning to wonder if I’m not nearly so broken as you and I both believe. Or believed, in my case. After all, though many of my plans failed, or petered off, they still quite often had effects. You’ve spoken a good deal, yes, but it is arguable that you have failed when it comes to enacting major events in the same way I have.” Mid charge, Lord English changed tactics, teleporting behind Scratch in the hallway as his last teleport stopped and pouncing on him- but the doctor was too quick for him still, and the Lord found his claws connecting with the floor. Scratch stopped, teleporting next to his Lord and shoving his orb right into his face, projecting a spade. “…and I notice, I don’t recall any of *your* plans ever bringing your sister right to your home.” Time seemed to stop for a moment under the sheer force of the Lord’s rage- seemed to, in this stance, being a phrase meaning that it did in fact stop. Long enough for English to wrap his claws around the puppet and drag him into the air. “Ah, there we are, my lord! Finally, using your powers to your full-“ That sentence went unfinished as Scratch was thrown full speed through a wall. And proceeded to crash through another, and another, and another, until finally his flight was stopped as three time clones of Lord English appeared around him in a circle, mid air, slamming him done with their scepters and sending him crashing down through several floors of the manor. His final descent left a crater, his clothes torn to reveal the puppet body beneath. His cueball was covered with scorch marks. Lord English descended after him, looking significantly less damaged beyond a slowly healing shoulder wound. His fanged maw drooled like a feral, rabid animal. Once again he brought Scratch into the air. “YOU ARE DONE. YOU HAVE LOST ALL USE TO ME, YOU STUPID LITTLE FUCKER.” The flashing pool eyes stared him down, blinding light building up in his throat. He brought up his wayward host close to his face… “Ah, well. If I am to die ahead of schedule, I’ve really no use to care about the sanctity of the timeline, do I?” Scratch, calmly, pulled out his gun once again, and aimed it right between Lord English’s eyes. The eyes that, in response to the threat, locked in to piercing black eight balls. “…YOU’RE BLUFFING.” “I prepared two bullets. One for a warning shot, one for if you choose poorly.” “YOU *WOULDN’T*.” Scratch didn’t answer. “…YOU *WOULD*.” “I’m extremely pleased that you understand that. Put me down, if you would please.” Reluctantly, and after snarling for a bit, English did so. Scratch remained absolutely calm, adjusting his bow tie, which had miraculously survived the assault. “Very good. Now, here is the new arrangement.” “I have no intention of letting my lifetime of work go to waste. I will continue to move events in our primary timeline into the direction required, and I will continue to serve your requests as I do so.” Another snarl in response. “…*however*, I will take no further abuse from you. You will no longer call me broken, or defective. And you will finally start to use my damn name. And if your requests are stupid, fruitless, or simply too petty for me to deal with, well, I reserve the right to refuse them.” “WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU COULD *EVER* HAVE THAT RIGHT, YOU WRETCHED LITTLE MAN?” “The fact I held a gun to your face, capable of killing you, with full intent to use it.” Lord English did not respond to that. “I don’t believe I actually have the power to directly stop you from such efforts as hunting down the Snowmen- I leave that to others. But I’m not going to waste the rest of my allotted time on worthless errands. And related to that- whatever personal agendas I choose to embark on, I will have no interference from you. Now, then. Are we in accord? Keep in mind I know exactly when to fire my weapon if you choose to attack again now, and where to aim for maximum lethality.” The two of the, stared at each other, just for a moment. Scratch was characteristically expressionless. Lord English was characteristically snarling, angry, glaring down at his servant and fighting off the urge to lunge and rend him to pieces. Unable to believe just what he was hearing, here. There was something like respect in that glare, too. “…DO WHAT YOU WANT, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE.” “Excellent. In that case, my lord…” Scratch gave a deep, theatrical bow. “…I remain your obedient servant.” English snorted, zapping away somewhere else in the manner, leaving Scratch alone in the rubble and debris. “…I’ll be needing a new suit, then.”]
DO THEY NOT KNOW WHO I AM?! THEY ARE MY SERVANTS. MY BITCH. THEY ARE PAWNS. I AM THE LORD OF ALL ANGELS. THE ANGEL OF DOUBLE DEATH. I AM THE MAN IN THE CAIRO OVERCOAT. THE HEIR TO YALDABAOTH. I AM THEIR GOD.
You're welcome, Bestie! 💜💜💜💜💜
I AM PLANNING A MURDER.
I NEED TO FIND OUT THE MOST FREQUENTED HOURS OF A CASINO.
What a nice chat we had.
C|:^\
…I HAVE NO IDEA.
Whatever you want it to be, Big Dog.
I'm sorry for saying "Deanglish Truther"
Worse: You read it and then typed it yourself.
If I had to read it, so do you, young man.
FINALLY. I AM LIBERATED. AND REWARDED FOR THIS INDIGNITY.
I let you live in my second house for free. Among…other benefits.
Happy 8/8.
I NEED A LOOPHOLE IN THE TERMS OF A SERVANT’S EMPLOYMENT AS WELL…
THROW YOUR MEDICATION INTO THE SUN.
I AM NOT A FATHER AND NEVER WILL BE ONE. BUT IF I WAS, I WOULD ENSURE MY SPAWN UNDERGOES THE NECESSARY BRUTAL TRAINING TO ONE DAY EITHER KILL AND USURP ME AND BECOME AN EVEN GREATER MENACE, OR DIE TRYING. AS ALL GOOD PARENTS SHOULD.
What should I feed to my jar of ichor <3 - Beef jerky <> - Flour <3< - A bug c3< - Assortment of pain killers
Imagine. Being Casper. Just imagine it. Okay, come back. It's okay. It was only a dream. You're not actually Casper. Breathe easy.
IF YOU INSIST.
DO NOT ENCOURAGE WHATEVER THIS IS.
THE BEST WAY TO SOLVE A PROBLEM IS TO DO IT IN A WAY THAT CREATES A NEW PROBLEM FOR EVERYONE ELSE.
cat φΣψκηε.txt tηεn maψ ψou rεΣt in mεdioκritψ, dεan.
HE IS IRRITATING AND IN MY WAY.
THE DEATH OF PETER IRVING.
IF ONLY I HADN’T MADE THE ARRANGEMENT. I COULD HAVE OBLITERATED HIM WITH EASE BY NOW. STILL, I CAN WAIT. I CAN BRING OTHERS TO DO IT FOR ME WHO WOULD NOT HAVE DONE SO BEFORE.
We already know, Cuessstick.
More for me~
@downcastDaylight (...your phone. Explodes. Kablammo.)
A lot of familiar crap. The boss has a new favorite toy. I imagine he'll introduce himself whenever he gets tired of gambling.
Oh, god. Don't give him ideas.
HAHAHAHA FUCK THAT'S G0ING T0 LEAVE A MARK. SUCKERRRRR.
Some things are done for the sheer pleasure of it, really.
Perhaps even, crimessss plural?
A LITTLE MAN WHO FANCIES HIMSELF WORTHY OF CHALLENGING A GOD. PATHETIC.
TO SET SOMEONE ON FIRE, MORE LIKE.
TERMS OF EMPLOYMENT.
HM. I NEED A LOOPHOLE.
Sssssorry.
HOW CUTE, YOU WANT TO KEEP UP WITH ME.
WHEN TWO CHERUBS HATE EACH OTHER IN THAT PARTICULAR, DISGUSTINGLY SPECIAL WAY, THEY TRANSFORM INTO GARGANTUAN SERPENTS AND BATTLE, AND THE LOSER CARRIES THE OFFSPRING.
YOUR OBEDIENCE PLEASES ME.
CLEARLY YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT CHERUB REPRODUCTION.
A GREAT SERPENT.
(o^▽^o) #GirlMeal! https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/abf3503b0f70.gif ♫
It must be sad to be so down bad that a simple affirmation gets you acting the fool. #vagueposting
Sometimes I feel like I’ve made some bad decisions in my life, but then it’s like… hold on. I need a nonsense metaphor to explain this one. like I accidentally bumped a curb in my car, and then I watch someone else speed past me, hit a ramp, and then do a 360 spinning car flip into the SUN with a nuke in the backseat, all entirely on purpose with no seatbelt on and suddenly I don’t even know how to feel about ANYTHING anymore. God damn Bud.
I need to be keeping closer eyes on things. I like him too! It's important for him to play.
Nooo that's so funny. I wish I had been online at the time.
HAHAHAAAAAAAA OMGGGGG
i'm $orry i $aid thi$
he'$ not the only one
GOOD BOY.
ALL FORCES BEND TO MY WILL. FIRE INCLUDED.
fell for it award
I AM LAUGHING SO MOTHERFUCKING HARD.
"OZA-TAP Official This user is committed to the OZA-TAP mission. @chillerAficionado [CA] So where would you even 8egin with huge massive snake sex if you don't get to 8e huge massive also?" #nsfw
that’s what the rings for, dumbfuck.
And three eggs!
You may think she’s gone insane…
HAA. AND IN FACT…IT JUST MIGHT HURT HER.
LET’S PLAY STRONG VERSUS WEAK. YOU HIDE, I WILL SEEK. NO MATTER HOW YOU SNEAK. IN TIME, I’LL HEAR Y O U SHRIEK.
YES, DO DEFLECT WITH YOUR LITTLE JOKES. THE ONLY AMMUNITION YOU HAVE.
PRESUMPTUOUS LITTLE SEER. YOU ALREADY WERE.
THE GAME IS YOUR LIFE, AND I HAVE PLAYED IT FOR A LONG, LONG TIME.
It's out there, man, I'm so sorry
I have a suggestion.
:o) Bean Bacon
It's good to keep tabs.
thanks mom
he didnt shoot me before anybody asks id kick his ass if he did
Query 6: Anonymous I'm trying to wrap my head around the god complex thing you have going on. Like, yes. First Guardian. That speaks for itself. But if your primary goal is simply to let something more powerful come after you, doesn't that lend to at least some amount of inferiority that you have to contend with? How do you square it all? Response: My answer to this has changed since I have joined this platform. I was, and am, proud to serve my lord and bring about his destiny. I was content with being an excellent host, one who facilitated events and then gracefully stepped aside to make room for my one and only better. But ever since I have bleached the…terminus of my lords destiny, I have come to new realizations and calculations. My purpose will be completed, I will bring about the end of the universe and his coming. But when that purpose ends, I will not. No, instead I will gain a new purpose. A new role. One I had once been content to serve, and will now instead fill. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfdbJylzaSFixR8hq8zmXaKJ8-pDmKQ-WIwyCeD22AbAhPH3Q/viewform?usp=header
I am, certainly, not nearly so base and publicly crude.
I'm running this test again to see if the first time was just a one-off. Club react this post if you'd voluntarily let me beat you over the head with a blunt weapon.
I’m quite pleased with how things have been going.
Can you all please STOP?
"Sometimes"?
...cringe...
DEAN NO SHIT HE GOT HIS AIRPODS IN FUCK
oh. it...leaves a lot of evidence? well, that's no good! thanks for the tip!!!
Alas, some people can’t handle a simple brutal beating of their friend and coworker.
I should make a Green Sun That seems like a good idea
Some people are SO obsessed with those who have more than them. Pathetic, pathetic, PATHETIC! I'M GOING HOME!
insensitive to the handmaids hard word yesterday.
why does your pfp look like you made the mimic? (￣～￣;) https://file.garden/aUjin6psK2beHWDq/imadethemimic.png
you did
OWWWW-UH!
Doesn't mean it isn't dire.
too busy whooping ass.
I mean they.
Please do not request drone strikes.
G00d evening my fuckfull pe0ns
NO.
Food review for Eleventh Circle in Stronghold 21 I had the privilege today of dining at Eleventh Circle, Stronghold 21's premier restaurant serving experiences reminiscent of Renaissance Oceanside delights. I was there for a meeting of the minds with my editors so I couldn't truly indulge in their truest delights (time limits, as I'm sure you're aware), but what I did have time for was divine. I was served a premier meal of imitation caviar and seagreens, paired with a most delightfully aged malbec. The salty flavour mixed in with the refreshing greens had me widening my eyes and diving back in for more. 9/10 experience, one point docked only because the waitress didn't laugh at my joke. Poor service etiquette. #foodblogging #wine