♠ hated by @urielUnwavering
I THINK I’VE SUCCESSFULLY CARVED MY NAME IN THIS PART OF SPACE. TIME TO GO ENTERTAIN MYSELF ONE OF MY WORSHIPPER WORLDS.
…YEAH I WAS ABOUT TO EXPLAIN BUT UH. SEEMS LIKE YOU ALREADY JUST FIGURED IT OUT. NOT ANY BIGGER OF A FAN OF IT THAN YOU ARE.
PLANET TOOK LONGER TO BURN THAN I THOUGHT.
I AM CHOOSING TO INTERPRET THE INFLUX OF “ALTERNATES”, APPARENTLY, AS MY GRAND MIGHT TEARING A HOLE IN REALITY TO LET THEM IN. WHICH AIN’T EVER HAPPENED BEFORE BUT I GOTTA ASSUME.
FROM WHAT I’VE GATHERED OVER THESE PAST FEW DAYS, THIS WEBSITE IS A CONGREGATION OF FILTH AND FODDER. WASTEFUL “GODS” WHO DON’T ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING WITH THEIR POWER, AND WHINGING AND WHINING BITCHES.
THIS WORLD HAS STOOD FOR TEN THOUSAND YEARS AS A CIVILIZED ONE. I WILL END IT IN AN HOUR.
SO MANY OF YOU ARE IN NEED OF CLEANSING.
I would love to see you try and stop me.
Yawn. I'll do it again.
[A video is posted. It seems to be security camera footage, low quality and grainy but still quite understandable. It shows a bedroom, or a decent approximation of one. In the center of the room lies a bed-like slab, with two spirals painted upon it. One green, one red. Thereupon sits a green figure in a black shirt and suspenders, surrounded by a pool of bright red blood, slowly drying as he stumbles to his feet, leaning on a black cane to compensate for his freshly implanted robotic prosthetic. Behind him, in the opposite wall, a door appears with a strange flicker, artifacting and stuttering the camera's low quality feed. A black silhouette with white eyes steps through. The video ends.]
[A video is posted. Just like the previous, it is security camera footage of Caliborn and Calliope's room. There is no door to be seen, merely Calliope's neatly tidied side of the room, now peppered with bullet holes. In the center of the room, Snowman holds Caliborn up by the throat, his rifle dropped in a struggle unseen. Her mouth twists in a grim smile as she watches him struggle ineffectually against her longer reach. He digs a claw into the soft part of her elbow, and a thin rivulet of brilliant, eye-searing blue blood runs halfway down her arm before dripping to the floor. She holds him still. And his struggles slowly weaken as the blood is slowly cut off from reaching his head. She drops him into a crumpled heap on the floor of the room. The video ends.]
Hm. He still has a pulse. Cherubs are slightly more durable than I had thought.
[One more video is posted. Snowman stands over Caliborn's prone unconscious body, holding his rifle. She grins sharp and white. She raises the cane, undersized for her, and wields it like a club. She bashes Caliborn's head, sending an enervated jolt through his body. And again. Twice more, red blood splattering across the floor in a separate spray from the thick arterial flow his self-amputation earlier had elicited. For good measure, she kicks him over onto his back and presses the muzzle of the rifle to his head, right between the eyes. The video ends.] ((#cw-violence))
THE PARENTS I DO HAVE. ARE MOSTLY THAT. SO YES. I AM BETTER THAN THEM.
OH. SHE’S BETTER THAN ME.
fuck it we're evil >:) (not really i'm just kidding around guys :P )
I’M JUST GOING TO POST “EUGH” A SECOND TIME NOW. BECAUSE THAT’S HOW STRONGLY I FEEL IT.
EUGH.
YEAH, WELL, I USED TO BE BETTER AT A LOT OF THINGS.
Wouldn't you like to know, Angel?
I DON’T NEED HER APPROVAL. I DON’T NEED *ANYTHING*.
I AM THE DESTROYER OF TIME, CONSUMER OF UNIVERSES. WHEREVER I TREAD I LEAVE NOTHING BUT DUST AND DARKNESS, AND I FIND THAT GOOD. LIKE I SAID, I AM EVERYTHING I WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO BE.
*YOU* JOINED THE WEBSITE YOU STUCK UP FUCKING HOLIER THAN THOU BITCH?!
WHO GAVE MY EX ACCESS TO CHITTR. SHOW YOURSELF RIGHT NOW. I JUST WANNA TALK.
DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY. DO YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME.
SORRY BUT I HAVE TO DESTROY THE WEBSITE NOW. DON’T KNOW HOW YET BUT IT’S FUCKIN’ HAPPENING.
MORNING.
NOW WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU MEDIATE THAT JACK.
………… SAY SIKE *RIGHT* FUCKING NOW.
HEHEHEHE OKAY FUNNY JOKE. WHO IS THIS. WHO IS RUNNING THIS ACCOUNT. I KNOW IT’S NOT WHO I THINK IT IS. I REFUTE THAT POSSIBILITY ENTIRELY. IS THIS YOU, JACK.
…OH MY FUCKING GOD IT’S ACTUALLY YOU ISN’T IT.