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Forum Games / Re: Last Post Wins!
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Forum Games / Re: Last Post Wins!
« Last post by Dregran Entropy on June 25, 2019, 05:08:03 AM »
Takes one to know one, I think.
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Off Topic / Re: Things that are good.
« Last post by Mad Murdock on June 25, 2019, 02:56:12 AM »
I saw Undertale, HOLLAR
Forum Games / Re: Last Post Wins!
« Last post by Mad Murdock on June 25, 2019, 02:55:16 AM »
you sir, are an amazing person.
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Movies & TV / Re: what's the last TV show you watched
« Last post by Dregran Entropy on June 25, 2019, 12:53:28 AM »
Rewatching Atypical. Such a good show.
”Ya know doc, when I said ‘My soul mate thinks she’s going to die’, that was your cue to piCK IT THE llama UP!” Silas shouted to the ceiling, a cocktail of drugs keeping him from turning to face the doctor with his remaining rage filled eye.
”Mr. Crayne, connecting your optic nerve to a cybernetic one is a delicate proced-“ The surgeon was cut off from finishing his lecture by Silas having what seemed to be a very sudden and supremely powerful muscle spasm across his entire body. The Werewolf’s back arched violently, his mouth suddenly wide open and sucking in such a deep breath that he seemed to be loclked into some kind of reverse scream. Both his remaining eye and the skin surrounding the empty socket shot wide open, igniting in and electric blue so bright it made the exam lights seem dim in comparison. Silas wasn’t in the chair anymore.
Well… he was. But he was also in Crayne Tower London with Voluntas, and she was in the chair with him. No.. not with him, and he wasn’t really with her either. He was Voluntas, and Voluntas was him. Separate but the same, in perfect and unexplainable unity their personalities, their magic, their very souls fused into the Manifold. This new entity manifested Silas around Voluntas, a massive wolf made from electrically crackling psionic might mirroring Silas’ eyes in color. It circled Voluntas, emitting a growl that was more felt than heard and wheeled on Gideon, hackles raised in a mirror of his Soul Mate’s crouched posture, her eye’s crackling an electric blue as Silas’ power stirred within the Manifold, flowing down the Bond and into Voluntas.
”GET THE llama OUT OF MY OFFICE!” Silas screamed to the ceiling.

((From this point on, Silas’ power and unpleasant excrement is all for Lottie to mess with.))

Gideon wasn’t particularly surprised when she ducked the knife. He also wasn’t particularly surprised when she kicked the window, shutter and all, into oblivion. No, what surprised Gideon was the absolutely obscene Immersion Reaction that Voluntas went through immediately before deciding not to jump out the window. Gideon had seen godlike mages hit IM before, continuums that warped space around them at random, Elementals that created localized vacuums that could suffocate anyone that got too close, even a particularly nasty Necromancer with the power of an ascendant at the point he should have been dead. But this was something special. Of course, the serial killers smooth contemplations didn’t last very long. The bright blue energy that weaved itself into the monstrous canine above Voluntas wasn’t just for show, and the Nails reacted violently. He dropped back to his knees, the Nails pulsing had become a non-stop pressure against his entire head, blood running down his nose and threatening to send the brutal contents of his stomach spilling across the floor. He was completely frozen in place between the fear being forced into him by the empath and the Nails reacting to the sudden mass of psionic magic given form.
The pressure was ridiculous, it felt like his head was caving in from all sides as the Psionic god that used to be Voluntas Arenea forced her way into his head, seemingly ignoring the feedback from the Nails. Gideon screamed. It was a guttural sound, a hacking, choking death rattle that can only come from someone in more pain than they thought possible. Which for someone implanted with the Nails is a kind of pain that no one else can comprehend, an agony that eclipses all human expression for pain.
He looked up, squinting through the relentless beating of the Nails as he felt something rooting around in his mind. Some kind of presence more powerful than any psionic he’d met before. He growled, getting slowly back to his feet.
The psychic shriek destroyed any plan Gideon had before, dropping first back to his knees and then onto all fours. He smelled blood and looked up to see it leaking from Voluntas’ nose. ”So the Nails can hurt you… Stay in my head dog of female orientation. They’ll boil your brain before mine.” Gideon laughed inwardly. His mind was sharp, the Nails granting his thoughts an edge that other normal humans could only wish they had against mindwalkers.
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