Jack Noir, the Sovereign Slayer
@sovereignSlayer
Graveyard stuffers.
((Quick rundown: Doomed timeline/Canon divergent Jack. His ring never got prototyped the fourth time through some reason or another I’m sure to develop later, and so he’s stuck as Jackspers Noirlecrowe, ruling over a doomed Incipisphere until it fades into irrelevance. Also hi this is another @dagHub special because I’ve lost control of my life.
i’m gonna go fly around and throw rocks at people. which ISN’T STABBING THE CITIZENS AT RANDIM SO YOU CAN’T GO AND FUCKIN’ LECTURE ME DD.
i kinda like seein’ so many of the fuckers i killed hanging around here. makes me feel like i did something better than all the other me’s.
▬ι𓆃 ▬ι𓆃 ▬ι𓆃 FUCK yeah.
you get it.
if ya don’t wanna be dead, just don’t get killed idiot.
#me #neverbeenkilled #thereforebasicallyimmortal
eugh. fuck this…this fucking dormancy.
wonder what other kinda ss names i can come up with. supreme slasher superior slaughterer sardonic stabber
Solit★ry S★v★nt
Slaughtering Succeeder.
somewhat sill7
self-evident statement
stinky smmmmelly
It gets pretty hard coming up with unique ones. Sinister Scoundrel's pretty creative on my end.
that was a fucking embarrassing slip. how do i recover from that.
:33 < own it and go full send kitty
if i were to start going “meow” or “caw” or shit cause im part cat and bird id fuckin’ kill myself.
:33 < meow :33
ya know, having something to……either look forward to or be slightly worried about is kind of a nice monotony killer.
not sure what’s gonna happen but i’m curious.
♡ YᰔUR CURIᰔUSITY IS VERY BEAUTIFUL Tᰔ THE WᰔRLD. ♡
was flyin’ around the dead windy kids planet and ended up finding some old boss i didn’t kill. not a bad fight, the universe provides and all that happy crappy.
realized i left out the lands in the last post. but the most i get out of those are some underlings to bump off. and some consorts. but who gives a fuck about consorts.
got this roiling feeling inside me. this urge to rend and tear and CUT and StAB. and this FRUSTRATION, like something was STOLEN from me. like i was supposed to be something bigger and better and badder. but what the hell is there to do here? prospit is broken to pieces, just a few scrambling white carapaced fucks scrambling in it’s ruins, sometimes i hunt ‘em down. sometimes some of my own subjects fuck up, i get to cut ‘em down. all that’s satisfying for a minute. but it ain’t enough. it ain’t NEARLY enough, All this power and there ain’t a GODDAMN THING I can do with it. I don’t regret a bit of what I’ve done. Not in any goddam; way. But I want MORE.
I'd gladly let you join in on the complete massacre of my instance of Prospit if I could.
lotta smartasses on this place, huh.
i really dont know what you expected
something to kill the time that keeps dragging on. which i still got, i guess.
maybe it is just one dumbass idknow though
good to see other me’s following their dreams.
sometimes i go out to that big empty spot where skaia used to be, and all i can think sittin’ there is “damn, wish i could blow that bright ball of shit up just one more fuckin time.”
If you could travel the furthest ring, there's always the possibility of finding another session to go blow up.
you wont pussy
GOD, i fuckin’ WISH. feels like there’s less and less to do here every goddamn day. but i’d probably just get lost out there and one of those shadowy whispering assholes would fuck around with me.
big ball of light and clouds with a stupid fuckin’ planet in the middle that helps grow a gross, filthy frog. and the hell d’ya mean by that? who the hell are you to say i ain’t Jack noir? pretty sure i’d be the expert, considerin’ that’s who i fuckin’ am.
heh. attagirl.
Girl are you relevant
stabs you
got this sense of constant frustration.