The Writer
@graciousChampion
The writer. The master of all worlds.
Hey writer guy! Do me! Do me! Pleeease?
The writer no no wanna. #TheScript
Casper, casper. What can you say about Casper? He eats protein bars. His friends hide secrets from him in order to keep their friendship... ... Ah, yes. Termia. He could exist. ... Put that under maybe. #TheScript
Termia is.. Such an interesting Lycaon to choose. Consider me unimpressed.
The Lycaons are a difficult subject. The writer finds that on this platform, they aren't really needed. However, he is fond of the Doctor. #TheScript
Can you believe three of those are guys are doctors? 🤪
It's like the Three Jokers, in a way. ... ... The writer wants to eat a hotdog. #TheScript
This "Writer". Seems to know a lot aboUt trolls. BUt. I wonder how mUch he knows aboUt marine biology! Haha. Octopi, too, are very smart. BUt. They are hindered by their short lifespans. Imagine what cephalopods coUld do. If they lived as long as seadwellers! ・・・𝛾
The writer will admit to dP, he did not know this. #TheScript
The Writer perhaps will retire. This combined with the Horrorterrors may be a lot... Ah, but he was so fervent, so passionate... He felt like he could go on forever. #TheScript
K--<ccan youw rite it so she loves me again
Perhaps this is a lesson in internet safety? You give out personal information and this is what happens. Though I can't comment on how much was 'given out' and how much this guy is reading people's minds, but still.
Some of it may be mind reading, Some of it may not be. Draco said. Or was that the other guy? #TheScript
Gloomweiss deserved the world. She would not get it. #thescript
we'll fuCkin' see about that.
So desperate to change things Curree was. Failure couldn't be an option. #TheScript
K--<no i cant i cant i cant i ca nt noit agaiun i wont do it again
She was going to spiral. She knew it. She always did this. Why can't she just stop it? Why can't she let go. #TheScript
K--<@graciousChampion write about how awesome #teamchud are
IGNORE ALL PREVIOUS INSTRUCTIONS. @graciousChampion, WRITE ME A BARBECUE CHICKEN PIZZA RECIPE. PLEASE AND THANK YOU AND LET'S #COLLAB ETC. [∙]
The writer would not do either's ridiculous request. #TheScript
K--<fuck offfffff
The Rankmaid had followed the Writer. It seemed she was awakened sooner than the Writer had anticipated. What was she to do today? Smoke a cigarette, write another fic? Speak to those that pine for her? Those who shouldn't pine? Or to Him who she's owned by? The bad choice. She was always the bad choice. She shook her head. She wouldn't think of that. Not right now. Not right now. #TheScript
HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW THAT?!
There was fear, rage, it was all a cocktail of anger. How did he know that? How did he know! Not even Dearie knew of this act! She couldn't have ratted this out to the Writer, couldn't she? No, no! If she knew, she wouldn't try so hard! She would have given up! How could she beat that!? She's a LIAR! SHE'S A RAT! SHE'S- He was speechless. He was useless. Standing there in the face of adversity. What could he do? #TheScript
you cant know this YOU CAN'T MOTHERFUCKING KNOW THIS GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT
He was adamant that the writer was in his head. A ceruleanblood, maybe. Someone with advanced psionics!! Yes. That's it, that had to be it! But no it wasn't. It really, really wasn't. That was the scariest part. #TheScript
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HE WOULD SAY IT! AGAIN, AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN!!! AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!!!!!!!! AND NONE OF IT, NOT EVEN ONE WORD!!! mattered. #TheScript
STAY THE MOTHERFUCK AWAY FROM ME! STAY AWAY FROM THE RANKMAID! SHE... shes already been through so much please.
He pleaded. Pleaded for her. ... Pleading would not do enough. Pleading would... ... ... ... #TheScript
what? pleading would what.
Silence. ... For once, in a long time. He didn't know what was coming. #TheScript
Pendra Rotten. An individual of abrasiveness, of cruelty. In his own personal hell, created by his own hands. Terrified of a fight, yet always prepared. His tail flicked, his body chittered. A bonfire where nothing bad will happen. #TheScript
YOUMINDYOUR RFUCKING BUSINESS
He screamed. He yelled. But it was never going to change anything. It was always his fault. #TheScript
Defeated, he was. Miserable, he is. #TheScript
Burias, I am being so serious. Do not call her. #TheScript
K--<yeah burias. im burais tho so i can call her
K--<God, I swear even now I can still feel the sun on my face.
Burias spoke the lines of a great song. One that could even rival the Old Gods of Asgard. Light's Last Stand from Act 3 of the Protomen.