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Drakkoniss -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/3/2012 22:17:39)

If I truly wanted to do what you describe, I could do just that. Interesting face, you have there. Darkness holds no barring to my vission, nor does anything else, my little parisitic scourge of the earth. Unlike most those you might know, yours is not a change that I am liable to be influenced by, good sir, physically, at the very least. My mind, obviosuly would be effected by the effects on others, but it would not be effected in a direct way.

You see, I am in fact quite insane, and the touch of my full mind could drive any other to such a path, but in a different way, as mine is insanity by means of superceding that which is the limit of the sane man. Thousands of people, all one, living in the tiny corner of my mind that is inhabited. All the rest is filled with my thoughts, countless in number. Sums of possibilities, layers upon layers of endless information. Dimensions without end, swirling in a cacophany of seeming disorder, an endless maze within an ever-expanding realm.

What you see as life, I see as a pitiful congregation of lost souls, given into the craving for change, shifted beyond the realm of man, abominably devouring the remaining populace, and absorbing them into their sad collective. I do not like this, and I find it is in fact a waste of life: a corruption of what it could be, and a dark reminder of the perverse wills of others.

Care to see which of us will break first? God or mortal, I care not who my enemies are, so long as that is what they must be. Those that are other are no difference in my mind, little scourge.

*a cold laughter escapes him, like a sigh from deep within him, as he bends over the unconcious Jack, and a shroud of darkness envelops him, and tiny sparks of elecricity arc back from beneath his shades, and he continues to grin*



Question Mark? -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/3/2012 23:04:11)

Jack's voice echos from everywhere, a low, deep rumble mixed with a dry southern drawl.
̛͘Y͘͏ou̧ ͏̸c҉͘a̧n̷̨ņ̕o͠t͡ ̶̀ki̸̸͜ll ̸m̷͜é͜.͢
̨̧͢Y̢҉̧o̸͞u̷͜ ̴͝cà̴͠n̛͏̷n҉͞o҉t̛̀ s̨̀͝t͜o̶͠p̶͠͏ ̴̢̛m̛e.҉̶
̨͝I͢ ̸̢͝àm̶̨͡ ͠t̴h͡e̢̡ ͡hí̧v̶̴e͢͢ ̧̧m͟i͟n̢̢ḑ̢.͠͞
̶̢T̵̡h͏̶̵e ͏͏̕etér͘n̨a͟҉̢l̕͞.̡̛͘
̀I͢ ̸̸a͜m̧̕ J͠a̸͡͠c͝k̕, ̡͏̛A̕͜v̧͟at͘á͢͡r̵ ͟͏͟o͢͝f̶͞ ̸͢th̀e ̨͞As͘p̶̶ec̨t̵ ̵ò͏f͜ ̵̶L̕i̕f͢͏̨e͜.͝
He stops, seemingly unsure of what to say next.
Y͢o͢͝͞u҉̀̀ ́͡ar͟e̛̕͠.̧͜ ̷̕R̀͜ig̵h̷̀t̷.͟
I ̀͘h҉̵áve̷͞ ̴͠͝b̧͠e̵èn̴̢͢ ͢͝ǵ͜oņ͟e̸̛ ̡͞f̸r̸̀͡o̶̕m̀ ̷̡t҉̕͏h̵i̡͠͠s̷͝ Ȩ͡a̷͝r͘t͏͞h̶͘ ̧f̛͞o̷҉ŕ̡͢ ̸̶͘t̵oo҉̡͞ ͜l͞o̴n͞g̷͜.҉
͏I̸̛t̷͘ ̷̵h͏͏a̡̛ş͟ ̧pr̸͟o͝g̀r̷͝e̢̧͝s̴sed̴̨ ̧̀m̡͠ú͜c̕h́̀͢ s̷̵in̢͢ć̡e͏̀ ̴҉I̧ ͜͝w͡ą̸͡ś͘ ̀̕lą̶͝s̸t̷̨̀ ͝h̨͢e̕͟r͠͏͝ȩ͏.̶̀
Ỳ̛͜o̧͞u͜ ḩ͝͡um͡͠a͜n̷s̨̕͡ ̧̛ą̵̧r̀e̴ ̛͢n҉eẃ̷͡ ̨͠͞tǫ͜ ̷m̴̧e͝.͢
̀I̸ r̵e̡͢͢q͢u̢i҉̀͡r̡͜e̵̛ a҉̸ ̴c̕ḩ̷á͡͏n̵̢g̸è̷͡ ̵̷in͏ ͡for̵m̕.
̛Ơ̴̶r̴,̶ ̛at̴̵͡ ̨̧͘l̷̨e҉a̵st̢҉,̧̢ ͟á ̷̕͢ś̶o͝͞r̀t̸̢͏ ̀o̷̢f ̨̀͢f̸o̵r̡m̶ ̵̵́t̢o̴ s̢̀t̵a̕r̡͏͢t͏ wi҉̢͢th̷͘.
The children of the Maw begin to solidify, to take on form.
At the end of the horrifying compression of organic mass, they are left looking like fully clothed 1920's American Mobsters.
It's not particularly modern, but it's... a start at least.
Jack speaks again, almost apologetic now. His voice comes from everywhere, and he does not speak in the plural, as other Hive-Minds are wont to do. He seems very polite.
I̕ ́do no̷t̸ me̢án̡ you͟ h̵arm̷.
̷I͟t̀ i̡s͢ m̷y ͝n͠a͏t̨ur̛e̡ a̧s̨ a̧n ̧A͞v҉atar͘ ̸of҉ ͞Li̕fe ̷t͟o spr͞ead́ ̵gr̵o̡w̵t͘h͟.
Not̨ ͜or̛g̴a̸n҉íz͡ȩd̛ ̨Grow̧t̷h, ̨b̴ut̷ r͠a͜n҉d͘om͡,͝ ͘fluid c͞h͝a̵n͢ǵe͏s ́to ͝t̨h̵ing̛s, m̵a̕k͟ing ̶them҉ ͟alter ͟t̀he͡m̧s͞el҉ve҉s͝, ͜a̷nd of҉t͝e͜ń ͘b͜ette͠r̕ ̡themśel̶v͟es̶. ̕Li̴k̷e ͢evolu͡t̴ion̷, I̛ ̸pla̛n͢ ͜no̴n̡e ̀of̶ my͘ ̢cha͏nges. ̵T̡he̶y ͝s͏i͞m̵ply occu͠r, and ̴Li̸f̸e h҉a͏s͞ b͏e̵en͜ b̵r̡o̷u͞g̢h͟t. ̸ov̨e͘r͏ ̕t͝im̨e ̕the҉y͝ ̷ch͟áng̸e, an̶d ͡ho͢p̡eful҉ly ́s͜o̸me͜th͘ing͠ haṕpe̵n͜s͠.̀ T̸h̕is͢ ͜is҉ m͟y̸ pur͝p͡ose, my̢ func͏tion̶.͡ ͏C͡h͢a̡ng͟e.҉ ̢E̷v͞ol̀ution.͝ ̀P̷er̢h͟a̢p҉s you̢ w̷o̕ul̸d p̕re͠f͞er͏ a͝ d͝i͞f̸fer͞eńt ͟A̡vat̡a̢r, ̷but̴ ̷y̷o͘u͞ ̡ha̛ve̛ ̀me̡, at ̧leáśt f̸o̶r̵ n͜o͢w͜, an͘d I shall̀ re̕ma͘i͏n. Ţh҉is̛ ͟i̕s ̀quite ͝f͠u̷n҉ný tho͘u̕gh.́ You̴'ve o͠bv͏i͟ou̵sl͢y prepa͏r͢ed ͠repr̡ese͘nt̴ativ͡e͏s fo͡r̛ ̢the͡ Asc͘endan͠ce̕,́ and ̵yo̢u'v̵e e̴ve̕n laid̕ ̀out ͞th̢e҉ ͜sac̨ri̢fíc̢ȩs.̛ Wh̢y̨ is̶ ev̧er̶y̛one ̷so ͝şúrpr͞ised t̀o ͢s̕ee ̴us̀? ̴It̛'͘s ́aļmòst̀ l̢ike ̶yǫu ̷di̷dn'͢t ev͝en ̨k̶n͏o͢w͜ ̡that we wer̷e ̧c͟o͜mi͟ng.͘



Antithesis -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/3/2012 23:36:24)

*establishes himself as a mental image to Drakkoniss, the entirety of his presence lasting what would seem to be a matter of seconds*

Drakkoniss...

I feel like we should have a staring contest sometime. Or perhaps exchange thoughts. We should see who goes mad first.

That is... Unless we are both already out of our minds?

How enduring can a brain such as yours truly be? I believe you have your limits...

You just haven't set them. Nor do you know them.
For that matter, no other seems to know them.










Someone will weed them out of you, and address them. Find what it is that makes you tick.
Someone. Eventually.










I wonder, perhaps, if you could survive an infection of the Eventide?
And even then, would your mind survive?
Whatever shred of humanity you have left in your system?

I wonder, perhaps, if you could endure the mental torment that is me?
And even then, would your mind endure?
Can you comprehend omniscience? Knowing exactly how and why you will die?
How and why everyone that matters to you will die?
Knowing exactly how everything in this universe will die?
Knowing; no matter what you or anyone else does, that life cannot be helped?

Can you understand the feeling of knowing that anything and everything of this world is irrelevant?
That the world's strongest "hero" and the world's most terrifying "villian" are as useful as the world's strongest and mightiest human?
As powerful as the world's most powerful child?
As much of a threat, and as much of a help to the salvation of the multiverse as the world's most influential ant?

I acknowledge your power in comparison to many.
I also acknowledge that you, and your vision of life, is clouded in ways that hinder you from ever seeing as I see.
Your knowledge will never be absolute.
Your existence will one day cease. You don't know when, or how. Or why. You don't know what you may or may not accomplish.
The emotions you may feel...

I acknowledge your intelligence in comparison to many.
I also acknowledge that you know nothing of life and its path through time.

Not you and anyone else that has existed, exists, or can ever exist will know this.

True madness lies in understanding Order and Fate.
Only then can you even begin to understand true insanity.

Clown is a very chaotic and sick man by human standards.

But to existence? You are both equal.



Remember this.






~~

Edit; Just so you know I started typing this before the posts above me were up- this was instantaneous and isn't occurring in place of your confrontation with one-another. I was too slow lol...
That's what happens when you don't refresh the page before finishing a post xD My apologies. I left this typed in for quite a while D:




Question Mark? -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 2:14:50)

The Jack that lays before stands to its feet, a frail and slender creature, sunken of face, and wrapped in a black scarf. It shivers, and speaks. Its voice is easier to understand now, as it seems to be speaking with its mind, not its mouth.

None of you seem to understand.
I am a god amongst men, a creature of absolute power and reverence, once worshipped by the creatures that inhabited my domain.
Amongst them I was powerful, meaningful, and a force of nature. Something to be reckoned with.
However, amongst my own people, within the Outer Gulf of the Dreamlands, from whence all reality is laid out in a chaotic and maddening landscape, I am nothing.
They are cosmic powers, elder gods, and masters of the forces of the universe. They were my peers, in technicality, but I was nothing to them. Worse than the corporeal beings. Trash to be tossed aside. It was not that they hated me. It was worse. They simply refused to acknowledge me, like one might ignore an ant. They, the disciples of Life, were the closest things that I had to friends. To family. Only amongst the flesh-creatures was I accepted, and even then I was feared, not loved. I drifted in self-imposed exile for what to me was months, drifting and contemplating my work. I came to the conclusion, there and then, that what I did was worthless. I was what, an Avatar? What did that mean besides that my purposes was to act in the place of someone who had better things to do than show up. My obligations meant nothing to anyone but those who suffered for them, and my work could never be noticed. And yet, I was vital. I allowed for alteration. I could change things, instill fear and awe. I was a force of nature. But then, I wasn't. I tried my best to be frightening, to instill fear like I did in the old times, but things had changed. I meant nothing now. There were creatures here on Earth even more powerful than I, and even the common people were more frightened of them than of me. I was alone, both amongst my own people and amongst those that for so long had been the only ones that I could count on to notice me, even if the attention was negative. I couldn't pave the way for Life, I couldn't change minds, I could barely change bodies. I meant nothing anymore. What had once been a worthless but intriguing task has become meaningless. As such, I too have lost my purpose. I had a friend in Clown, the first one in a long, long time, but even he has more purpose here than I. I realize that time has passed me by. I am no longer a god. Now I am a sideshow attraction.
To be honest, I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do now.
Wait, I suppose.
Wait and Watch and Wonder.
Perhaps Life will come.
Perhaps he will notice me, and the work that I do.
Perhaps my work, and my life, will finally have some meaning.
I hope so.

Jack takes a step, and then another, and walks off into the distance, disappearing into the fog and the cold.
Alone.
An uneventful end to an uneventful day.



Immortales -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 7:32:25)

I understand you all I think so at least looks to me as if your just making one of yourself rise among the other
Jack I know how you feel
but not knowing a purpose or having no purpose
is not nearly as bad as serving your purpose
and still seeing tomorrow



The Wrathful One -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 8:37:55)

It was night-time. Stars lighted the dark sky as gargoyles watched over Liberty City. Few people were out, and most of them were villains heading back to Skulldeep to rest up. During the last few days, multiple heroes and heroines had clashed against the people who threatened their city, or other things. Some fights were between legendary-like people, whose names had been etched into the history of Liberty City, if not the world. However, darkness had fallen for now, and most had retreated for rest, whereas a few still fought on.

A boy walked into the City, stumbling and half-starved. He was covered in small cuts, and his face, along with his short, usually white, hair, were drenched in blood. His right eye was closed, while tears were falling from the other, as he fell down once more, onto the dark street. He groaned as the venom finally started rushing through his veins, as it started to corrupt him. He had been preparing for this event for months now, but all that time spent on building his defences were spent in vain. His breathing became slow, as he held up his head, his vision becoming blurry. His body twitched, as the cold and harsh wind made him shiver. The poison neared his brain, and the spirit sealed within the deadly venom let out a cry of triumph.

The boy's iris' became a blood-red, as his canines became longer, and much sharper. His skin darkened, as his nose sunk back into his skin, leaving nothing left. Every single cut healed up, and the blood was absorbed. He grew taller, and his clothing changed. His shirt disappeared, as his muscles grew bigger. His pants became jet-black, as two swords, sheathed, appeared on his right thigh. His hair grew longer, and spikier, as longswords appeared out of void-holes, and carved runes upon his chest, as well as his back. As the transformation neared completion, a gauntlet appeared on his right arm, covered in small, blinking eyes as well as black vines which coiled around most of the space where there were no eyes. A long tongue slithered out of his mouth and licked his lips. The boy was no more. Instead, in its place, stood a sin itself. Wrath had finally awakened from his eternal slumber.

''Let there be mayhem.''






megakyle777 -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 8:41:12)

hi there man. Welcome to these part of the forums. May I ask what Warth's Goals are? To cause as much mayhem as possible right?



Clown the Jester -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 8:48:40)

Wraith huh? Well well...pleasure to meet you sir.


Names Clown th eJester. And I put the laughter in Slaughter.

Heh heh heh.


So you want mayhem eh? Good man. Good man..


I'll be in touch.



megakyle777 -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 8:53:52)

Hrrrm, it did not occur to me to introduce myself also. My name is The Dealer, a purveyor of questionably legal items to questionably legeal people. My company, Ommicorp, would like to welcome you to this fair city, and have sent a free Welcome Package of a Handheld Death Laser and a box of C4. My company are always willing to sell to other villains, long as you do not get the "Smart" idea of not paying or attempting to betray me, in which case neither I nor my company will sell you anything. Also, I would like to say that if you decide to work with Clown for the long run I'm afraid I will have to also revoke selling items to you untill your aqqaitence with him is over.



Clown the Jester -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 10:38:14)

Heh heh heh. Oh Antithesis...after so many battles with Drakkoniss...

I can safely say...Drakkoniss is already insane. Just as sick and twisted as I am.


Problem is...he tries to hide his animal side and dresses like the hero.


However...I've seen his true colors. What kinda hero allows himself to exist when he has the potential to turn into an evil blood thirsty doppelganger that destroys everything in his wake?


Drakkoniss claims he can cage up Drakkonic Evil...yet his dark side has escaped countless times. I use to think Drakkonic Evil truley was a separate entity inside Drakkoniss..but ya know what I now think? I think Drakkoniss willingly transforms into Drakkonic Evil...claims he has no control...then...STARTS BLOWING STUFF UP!! HOO HOO HOO! HE USES DRAKKONIC EVIL TO DISGUISE HIS TWISTED NATURE!


Heh heh...and what about poor old Grape Silhouette Sr?


Heh heh heh. After living a life of none stop suffering, the guy gives his LIFE to give Drakkoniss the fighting chance to stop me back in my Super Clown days. Heh heh...and ya know Grape's fate now?


Due to some suggestions I gave to Super Death (Who indeed wishes to claim Drakkoniss's soul) Grape and his wife's soul are stuck in Deathitude...under constant torture of the Reaper's dominion.


HECK! Super Death is so desperate to exterminate the death cheating "Champion of Good" that he allows me to pop in and out of Death's Realm and the realm of living. Since I do have the closest track record of killing Drakkoniss. And ya know what? I made Drakkoniss a deal. I promised him...if he allowed me to kill him...I too would end my comedy and never harm or hurt anyone ever again.


And if you knew even a little about me...you'd know that I would keep that promise and never...ever break it. Cause Clown the Jester exists because Drakkoniss exists. If he was gone...what purpose would I have?


Why...if Drakkoniss allowed me to kill him...think of all the good that would do.


I would no longer be able to return to the living for my chaotic fun.
The Gray Silhouette and his wife would be free to be with one another for all eternity.
Super Death would stop his unorthodox use of his powers.
And maybe...just maybe...the war between good, evil, neutral, and chaos...would finally end.


But no. Heh heh. Drakkoniss allows others to feel pain for him. He allows me to murder and destroy.


ALLOWS CLOWN THE JESTER TO EXIST! ALLOWS ME TO USE THIS CITY LIKE MY...SANDBOX! STOMP THE SAND CASTLES...THROW SAND IN THE OTHER KIDS EYES! LET ME PLAY DIRTY! All my accomplishments...all my grand performances...all my murders...all my acts of destruction...every mind that I snapped...are all thanks to Drakkoniss.


And ya wanna know why?


Cause Drakkoniss isn't Drakkoniss cause he has to be...or cause its his destiny...or cause any of that poetic rot.


Drakkoniss is Drakkoniss...cause like me...he enjoys having fun.


Heh heh...and like me...he's willing to let the world burn while he has his fun.


Heh heh heh...did you ever notice his laugh? What sane person would laugh in the face of death and mayhem? NO ONE! Sane people are too sheepish to laugh at such humerous jokes....


Drakkoniss is smart. Like me. We're both two smart cards...we both cheat death.


So we don't fear it.


Heh heh heh.


We laugh cause we don't fear...and cause we don't care.


WE have the Game...and you all...HAVE NOTHING!

WA HA HA HA HA HA HA HEEE HEE HEE HO HO HO HA HA HA!



Kinzdor -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 12:36:41)

So I haven`t checked this thread in a few days. Anyone care to catch me up?



Question Mark? -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 13:01:06)

Well, an insane, reality-eating, organic-matter-warping Eldritch Entity named JACK came about, did some horrifying things, but really made no impact, became profoundly depressed that time had passed him by, and went off to mope. Clown and Antithesis also said some really cool things. And... that's about it I believe. Oh yeah, and also Professor Pythagoras opened a new orphanage.



Arachnid -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 13:02:35)

People keep using my scarecrow idea... =/

Anyways, welcome to herosmash, mr. Wrath.
Try not to get killed within the first day.

~Lady Zafara



Vector -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 13:09:44)

seeing zafara post reminded me of agent syrena. i haven't heard of that character in a long time... no i'm not really worried about it, just curious :|



Arachnid -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 13:13:35)

Last I heard of her, she was finding Smasher that were just receiving powers. Apparently, they're radioactive for a few days, which is 'bad' for people.

~Lady Zafara



Kinzdor -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 15:49:12)

Seeing Vector post reminds what did 2.0 and the shadow doing with Chemical?



Vector -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 16:21:51)

took him over to skulldeep for a 'proper' kidnapping. haven't reached it yet though



Drakkoniss -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 16:45:51)

*creates an illusory form of himself to follow and talk with Jack* Hehe... Interesting new look, Jack. I like that. The 20s were interesting times.

Hive mind indeed. I had already known of this. It seemed relatively obvious, just with logic, and not looking into the deeper expanse of things.

Interesting emotions you have. Vibrant. Fluctuating. Almost makes it hard to judge you.

Perhaps there are those that are better, true, but with the show of the minds that has been apparent throughout this all, how many failures would not just be biological, but mental, causing the process to have a much more negative effect than one might mind, given the volitile nature of how things already are. The powers we have access to leaves us as a metaspecies and the group comprising us and the others who have come here to effect things leaves us in a unique possition to have more extreme effects than things such as, say, dinosaurs would, given similar stimuli. There are already those of us who are class 7+ reality benders among us. See what I mean?

No, most people were aware of no such thing, and humanity, though having great deals of mythology and historical record, does not have any idea of your coming, or the potential of others like you.

...

Everyone has their limits, Saturn. I am not out of my mind, but I am most certainly crazy, as I have said. I just have a powerfully willed main personality, which emparts order upon the chaos of my mind in general. You, sir, underestimate the level of intelligence and knowledge I have, regarding such things. I know far too much about my own weaknesses, and it causes me much grief.

Might be interesting to exchange thoughts, though.

I am trying to prevent just what would do that, currently, btw.

Omniscience is one of the few things I would not be able to handle, and I have mental blocks preventing just that from occuring, as I would have omniscience, if my limitless analytical capabilities were not shielded from my conciousness.

Personally, I have wondered about the Eventide, as well. ;)

Mental torment that is you, hmm? Is not your mere presence supposed to drive people insane? Have I not been quite often talking to you and discussion things like unto a friend? You could very well try to drive my even more insane, if you wanted such a thing, but I think you would find extreme difficulty at accomplishing any such goal to a siginificant degree, if at all.

You seem to have quite a synical view on life and the hopes for the future, mein commerade. I do not. On that note, I also disagree with the irrelevance of actions claim quite a bit.

Likewise, your mind is also clouded by perception and concepts that you have deeply ingrained in the fiber of your being. We both have something altering our outlooks on life, goodsir, just as all do.

No, my knowledge will never be absolute, nor would I wish it to be... however, I do have glimpses of what will and may be, and what emotions I shall feel. *eye twitches*

quote:

I also acknowledge that you know nothing of life and its path through time.

Well, that's quite the presumptuous little statement, now isn't it? You use the term "acknowledge" quite a bit, it would seem. I know far more than you might think. I choose to ignore quite a bit, and remain possitive about it, though. Most would not be capable of this, it would seem. I choose to ignore these things, by the way, when I do, because they alter a man's judgement.



Oh, and Anti, with respect to your point of view that you show with your character: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/pink+floyd/wish+you+were+here_20108843.html

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Hehe... Absolute power, eh? It doesn't seem quite so, my friend. We're all gods now, one might say, though I don't share that oppinion. With the arrogance and failure of so many gods, though, I think it fitting.

I feel your pain, Jack. To be nothing to noone is not a kind fate. Perhaps there is hope for you yet, but perhaps you must also shift your paradigm. You who brought about change, yourself in turn bring the change to. There is yet purpose in the actions of all things.

I share not your high views of the Elder Ones, but regardless, I am not one to judge your being only by such a thing. What truly matters is who you are, and what that is can either be possitive or negative. Do not take that to mean I shall not consider such things in my dealings with you, nor that I shall not, however, I shall not treat you unkindly for such a trifle. *causes his avatar to fade*

...

O.o Wrath...

...

I'm actually probably more insane than Clown...

I have my reasons. Also, he is indeed quite the seperate entity, as are the thousands upon thousands of others that live within my mind, including concepts and oppinions I have of people (plural for each, generally, sometimes including what I wish they would be, among other things).

I am myself because of many actions in the past, and my knowledge of the future. You, sir, are quite the propaganda artist. You either may, or may not, have realized that there are so many other things in my life than our little venture, Clowny Boy. You make for an interesting distraction from life.

...

That doesn't happen to all Smashers, but it's a significant enough ammount ot be of note, yes. If you could, care to arange a meeting, my love? I have some things I would like to discuss...

...

That's taking quite a long time, Vector... lol



Vector -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 17:07:39)

crazy train? omg i LOVE that song! :D

hey, who's to say 2.0 and the new villain don't take their sweet time getting back to skulldeep? [;)]



Drakkoniss -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 17:20:38)

I love it, too. ;)

Ozzy is one of my favorite musicians of all time.

Also, I'm just saying it's been quite a while, and you'd think that taking so much time wouldn't be too advisable. *shrugs*



Kinzdor -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 18:18:44)

*arives at Skulldeep with Nameless* So what now? Put up on display, in a cage, hanging over the river of lava?



Vector -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 19:26:25)

ooh, lava river sounds good right there! let's do that one!



Antithesis -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 19:44:31)

Side note: The repetition of words was used to add a sort of dry poeticism yet lack of feeling to one of Saturn's personalities- the one which was just talking for the majority of that.
He shifts between two different sides in there; not sure if you noticed. And don't worry, I'm not like some horrible repetitive writer with no words to use.
And I'm sure you know all too well that anything I say is in-character so don't actually be offended O.O.C. if I make blatant remarks and assumptions lol

I'll respond to the Clown and Drakky later. I'm too tired right now and have too much work, and it is giving me a hard time thinking of an intelligent response.



Cheers



Kinzdor -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 20:06:54)

OK you can step up the rigging so we can hang the cage, I will go set up a cage!



Question Mark? -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/4/2012 20:12:56)

The television broadcast was short, but dramatic. It was played during prime time, and as such a good many citizens heard the news.
The screen was dark, with an older gentleman standing beneath a spotlight. Suddenly, he looked up, and displayed the impish features of Professor Pythagoras. He twirled his cane as the camera focused upon his face, and began a theatrical presentation, accompanied by bright lights and colorful footage of a large construction project.
"Oh? And what is this? The sounds and sights of construction in the midst of our peaceful city? A massive glass dome? Why, this could only mean... WHY YES! YES! PROFESSOR PYTHAGORAS' INSTITUTE FOR INTER-DIMENSIONAL STUDIES HAS COME TO LIBERTY CITY! "
The Professor eagerly played a series of images of a beautiful and gleaming laboratory, luxurious library, and glorious metaphysical and and scientific structures of all sorts.
"This will be the LARGEST institute of knowledge in the entire country, equipped with only the latest in scientific apparatus and magical equipment. it will house more texts than any other library in the world, and be the glorious gem that sets our country and our city apart from any other! Scholars and students will flock from all corners of the globe to work and study! We will be an object of envy, and the center of knowledge and progress! Our vast facilities will contain material for every possible field of study, with results focused upon exploring the mysteries of the multiverse, and reaching our people's true intellectual potential! The facility will be managed publicly, and in part by the United Nations, and similar facilities will soon be constructed worldwide! Ours, however, will be the first!
Financed and designed by yours truly, this facility will be the first stepping stone into a bright and better tomorrow!"
~*KZZZH*~
Thursday flicked the television off.
Stupid Pythagoras. Who knew what he was really doing.
Publicly Owned? Bah. He'd find a way. He always did.
All of this philanthropy? Brown-nosing the government and the public.
Pure and simple. That two-faced little...
At this point, Thursday was interrupted by the store's manager, asking exactly why he turned off the display model of their new TV, and didn't he see him in the paper once and wasn't he a criminal and...
Much better. People are always so much more accommodating after you strangle them.



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