Kobold King he/him Posted February 7, 2015 Posted February 7, 2015 Okay. I'll get to work on that post, then. And I think you'll like what I have in store for her, further on down the road. There's no alligators, I promise. No more alligators. Muahahaha! I found the link to the Disco Ending, after many strange uses of the forum's search feature! Comply with my terrorist demands, Gamemaster, or I shall post the link to this thread! ...Note to self. Come up with some good terrorist demands.
TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted February 7, 2015 Author Posted February 7, 2015 Muahahaha! I found the link to the Disco Ending, after many strange uses of the forum's search feature! Comply with my terrorist demands, Gamemaster, or I shall post the link to this thread! ...Note to self. Come up with some good terrorist demands. Um…yeah. I can't comply with terrorist demands if there aren't any. Which is actually a pretty terrifying thought, come to think of it.
Voidus Posted February 7, 2015 Posted February 7, 2015 Muahahaha! I found the link to the Disco Ending, after many strange uses of the forum's search feature! Comply with my terrorist demands, Gamemaster, or I shall post the link to this thread! ...Note to self. Come up with some good terrorist demands. Demand the first: This link must be destroyed. That is all.
TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted February 7, 2015 Author Posted February 7, 2015 The length of time Kobold has been viewing this thread without posting disturbs me.
Edgedancer he/him Posted February 7, 2015 Posted February 7, 2015 The length of time Kobold has been viewing this thread without posting disturbs me. Well, seems like he´s working on his demands. Which means they will either be completely ridiculous and entertaining or very detailed and succumb us his will. By the way, should worst come to worst I´ll simply release the Disco ending myself to keep people from giving into his demands.
Voidus Posted February 7, 2015 Posted February 7, 2015 The length of time Kobold has been viewing this thread without posting disturbs me. 1
TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted February 7, 2015 Author Posted February 7, 2015 Well, seems like he´s working on his demands. Which means they will either be completely ridiculous and entertaining or very detailed and succumb us his will. By the way, should worst come to worst I´ll simply release the Disco ending myself to keep people from giving into his demands. I feel like I accidentally created a nuke with that scene.
Edgedancer he/him Posted February 7, 2015 Posted February 7, 2015 I feel like I accidentally created a nuke with that scene. It was still back in the first question, a innocent time. I don't wanna. I wanna. I don't wanna. Oh well. Can someone release the LINK? I guess I can just blow us all up. I have done worse. The floor was filthy, covered in dust mice that tickled Lightwards' nose and clung to his suit jacket. There were sticky bits of chewing gum stuck to the underside of the desk, one of which threatened to become tangled in his hair, but he did not move. He clung to the leg of the desk, tears pouring down his cheeks. She was here. So far as he could tell, Möbius had no reason to visit the Empire. No reason to visit Portland, or even Oregon, for that matter. No reason but to torment him. How did she even know I was here? A giggle came from the next room, prompting a fresh flood of tears. It was just like her, he thought bitterly. Just like Doctor Funtimes to take a shine to the only other Epic he had reason to fear. I'll just wait here, he thought, holding the desk leg like a life preserver. I'll just wait here until she leaves. She can't stay forever. ----------------------------- Möbius laughed softly as Lightwards began crying again. "This is quite the sophisticated piece of technology," she whispered when she could contain her giggles. And it was. The camera was small enough to be unnoticed, yet powerful enough to deliver a clear picture to a screen in the next room. Doctor Funtimes grinned. "Should we go get Lightwards?" This suggestion made the necromancer curl up tighter and…. Möbius squinted at the screen. "Is he sucking his thumb?" Funtimes laughed. "How long'll you stay?" she whispered. "Oh, until he stops crying." 1
TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted February 7, 2015 Author Posted February 7, 2015 *cackles* I like it. That's not the Disco Ending….
TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted February 7, 2015 Author Posted February 7, 2015 It isn't? I want to see it. I want. Beddy. Thst's Arabic for I want. I want. Trust me, Edgedancer did you a favor in not showing it to you. Just ask Voidus.
Edgedancer he/him Posted February 7, 2015 Posted February 7, 2015 That's not the Disco Ending…. Alright I´ll show her the actual disco ending. Just remember, I tried to stop this from happening but no you had to tell her the truth. "Hey. Moby." Möbius closed her eyes in a moment of silent frustration. Slaughterhouse rarely bothered using her preferred title of "Your Majesty," or even her full name, for that matter. If you weren't so useful… "Yes, Slaughterhouse? What is it?" "Turn around, will ya?" "I will when you learn proper manners." "Just turn around." Möbius did so, her eyes narrowing at the sight. "Slaughterhouse, what did you do with your shirt? I've warned you about public nudity before, but this—" "Wasn't my fault this time." He lifted a bit of cloth, which she snatched from his hand. It was a shirt in form only. The short sleeves were adorned with buttons in the shape of typewriter keys, spelling out "YOU ARE A BUTTFACE" on one and "STOP TOUCHING MY BUTT" on the other. A kitten formed from a thousand rainbow-hued rhinestones nibbled playfully at its own tail on the front. The cloth was of some sort that changed from deep purple to shimmering pink as the light moved across it. "What is this?" "It was my shirt, before she got to it." "She?" Möbius read the left sleeve again. It must have been a powerful Epic to hold Slaughterhouse down and force this monstrosity onto his torso. An angry one, too, if the message she'd written there was any indication. "Some matter transformer. Said she wants to meet with you, but I said—" "Send her in." "'Scuse me?" "Send her in. I want to meet her." When Slaughterhouse did not move, Möbius glared. "If you obey the order she wrote on your sleeve, she will have no reason to transform your pants." The matter transformer turned out to be a young woman with chin-legnth dark hair and a dress that hurt Möbius' eyes the longer she looked. Lights embedded in her knee-high socks blinked in no discernible pattern. Most striking, however, was the deep frown that creased her face. Möbius knew that look well, having worn it many times since Calamity. Someone had angered this transformer, and she wanted to even the score. "You asked for an audience," Möbius said. "And you have one. Speak." "Lightwards." The pathetic necromancer who had tried to kill her? "Is he still alive after what I did to him?" "He hates you." That answered her question, then. "What have you to do with him?" The transformer pursed her lips in displeasure. "I want him dead. I want him dead forever." Precisely what Möbius had wanted when she trapped him in midair. "And you have a way to ensure this, I presume?" For the first time since being ushered in, the transformer smiled—widely, deeply, darkly. Möbius liked that smile. It promised hours of fun with one of her least favorite Epics. "Liiiiighhhhhhhhtwaaaaarrrrrds!" Lightwards knew that voice, and for once, it did not frighten him. "Ah, Doctor Funtimes. Here to avenge your pet boyfriend, are you?" "Uh-huh!" Nighthound chuckled. "This should be entertaining." Her giggle floated through the open door. "I made a friend!" Lightwards stood, smiling. Her attempt at avenging Traveler—Nathan—had been pathetic. Beyond pathetic, when it came to Nighthound. The acid had not harmed either of them for long. It was painful, yes, but the upside to resurrection was that death never lasted. "Oh?" "She did indeed." Lightwards' heart stopped, only to double its pace. He knew that voice. But it couldn't be her. Couldn't be. It was a recording, that was it. Funtimes had recorded her voice and brought it back to Portland to— And then she was there, striding into the room in those hiking boots of hers, arms swinging casually at her sides. But it was her smile, that thin-lipped smile of genuine anticipation, that made Lightwards want to throw himself out the window. Not that it would help. "Funtimes," Lightwards said slowly, unconsciously backing against a wall, "what is she doing here?" "She's my new friend!" "Whatever she is to you, she is not your friend." "Oh, but I am, Lightwards." Möbius smile widened slightly. "She and I had much to discuss about you." Nighthound stepped smoothly between them, but Möbius rolled her eyes. "Oh, please." With a wave of her hand, Nighthound and the floor he stood on vanished from sight. There was no escape. There was only him, Doctor Funtimes—and Möbius. "Funtimes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about your pe—about Traveler. Please, I was only trying to cure you of your—" The Doctor giggled. "Can you make him better?" "Bring him back to life? Yes. I'll make him a Warrior just as soon as you bring him to me." "Not like that." She stepped forward, still grinning. "For real." Lightwards tried unsuccessfully to back away further. "Funtimes, please. Come to your senses." "She did, Lightwards." Möbius smiled, resting her hand lightly on his arm. "She found me." "A closet. You have existence itself at your fingertips, and you lock us in a closet." "This isn't it, Nighthound." The feral Epic chuckled. "I don't see how she could add much more than this." "Those boxes." Lightwards cast a nervous glance at the stacks of cardboard. "She'll do something with them, I know she will." "Please. We're immortal." "That's what scares me." A giggle floated through the door. "Are you ready for fun?" Lightwards wished he could walk through walls. A sudden light illuminated the closet with scattered rainbows. One—two—three—four disco balls sprang from the ceiling and spun in lazy circles. "Good. Now that we can see, we'll find a way out." "There's no way out. This closet is its own universe." "You should listen to your companion, Nighthound." That was Möbius. "He knows me well." "Funtimes, please! I'm begging you, don't do this!" A moment passed in silence. "Is that what Traveler said before you killed him?" Nighthound chuckled. "It was indeed." "Nighthound, stop!" Funtimes giggled again. "I sure won't!" Before Lightwards could speak, the cardboard boxes sprang to life, paper turning to dark, sickly green scales and teeth. Lightwards counted three—four—five alligators before they sprang on him. Doctor Funtimes giggled. "That was fun." "It certainly was." Möbius laughed. "I have done some strange things with pocket universes, Doctor, but this is the first time I've ever trapped someone in a disco alligator closet." Her giggle became a laugh, one they shared. "So," Möbius said when she got her wind back, "where to next?" Funtimes grinned. "Ever heard of Las Funtimes?" Las…."Las Vegas, you mean?" She giggled. "Not for long." 3
Voidus Posted February 7, 2015 Posted February 7, 2015 *What looks like a nod can be made out through the seemingly random thrashing of Voidus as he continues screaming*
TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted February 7, 2015 Author Posted February 7, 2015 Alright I´ll show her the actual disco ending. Just remember, I tried to stop this from happening but no you had to tell her the truth. "Hey. Moby." Möbius closed her eyes in a moment of silent frustration. Slaughterhouse rarely bothered using her preferred title of "Your Majesty," or even her full name, for that matter. If you weren't so useful… "Yes, Slaughterhouse? What is it?" "Turn around, will ya?" "I will when you learn proper manners." "Just turn around." Möbius did so, her eyes narrowing at the sight. "Slaughterhouse, what did you do with your shirt? I've warned you about public nudity before, but this—" "Wasn't my fault this time." He lifted a bit of cloth, which she snatched from his hand. It was a shirt in form only. The short sleeves were adorned with buttons in the shape of typewriter keys, spelling out "YOU ARE A BUTTFACE" on one and "STOP TOUCHING MY BUTT" on the other. A kitten formed from a thousand rainbow-hued rhinestones nibbled playfully at its own tail on the front. The cloth was of some sort that changed from deep purple to shimmering pink as the light moved across it. "What is this?" "It was my shirt, before she got to it." "She?" Möbius read the left sleeve again. It must have been a powerful Epic to hold Slaughterhouse down and force this monstrosity onto his torso. An angry one, too, if the message she'd written there was any indication. "Some matter transformer. Said she wants to meet with you, but I said—" "Send her in." "'Scuse me?" "Send her in. I want to meet her." When Slaughterhouse did not move, Möbius glared. "If you obey the order she wrote on your sleeve, she will have no reason to transform your pants." The matter transformer turned out to be a young woman with chin-legnth dark hair and a dress that hurt Möbius' eyes the longer she looked. Lights embedded in her knee-high socks blinked in no discernible pattern. Most striking, however, was the deep frown that creased her face. Möbius knew that look well, having worn it many times since Calamity. Someone had angered this transformer, and she wanted to even the score. "You asked for an audience," Möbius said. "And you have one. Speak." "Lightwards." The pathetic necromancer who had tried to kill her? "Is he still alive after what I did to him?" "He hates you." That answered her question, then. "What have you to do with him?" The transformer pursed her lips in displeasure. "I want him dead. I want him dead forever." Precisely what Möbius had wanted when she trapped him in midair. "And you have a way to ensure this, I presume?" For the first time since being ushered in, the transformer smiled—widely, deeply, darkly. Möbius liked that smile. It promised hours of fun with one of her least favorite Epics. "Liiiiighhhhhhhhtwaaaaarrrrrds!" Lightwards knew that voice, and for once, it did not frighten him. "Ah, Doctor Funtimes. Here to avenge your pet boyfriend, are you?" "Uh-huh!" Nighthound chuckled. "This should be entertaining." Her giggle floated through the open door. "I made a friend!" Lightwards stood, smiling. Her attempt at avenging Traveler—Nathan—had been pathetic. Beyond pathetic, when it came to Nighthound. The acid had not harmed either of them for long. It was painful, yes, but the upside to resurrection was that death never lasted. "Oh?" "She did indeed." Lightwards' heart stopped, only to double its pace. He knew that voice. But it couldn't be her. Couldn't be. It was a recording, that was it. Funtimes had recorded her voice and brought it back to Portland to— And then she was there, striding into the room in those hiking boots of hers, arms swinging casually at her sides. But it was her smile, that thin-lipped smile of genuine anticipation, that made Lightwards want to throw himself out the window. Not that it would help. "Funtimes," Lightwards said slowly, unconsciously backing against a wall, "what is she doing here?" "She's my new friend!" "Whatever she is to you, she is not your friend." "Oh, but I am, Lightwards." Möbius smile widened slightly. "She and I had much to discuss about you." Nighthound stepped smoothly between them, but Möbius rolled her eyes. "Oh, please." With a wave of her hand, Nighthound and the floor he stood on vanished from sight. There was no escape. There was only him, Doctor Funtimes—and Möbius. "Funtimes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about your pe—about Traveler. Please, I was only trying to cure you of your—" The Doctor giggled. "Can you make him better?" "Bring him back to life? Yes. I'll make him a Warrior just as soon as you bring him to me." "Not like that." She stepped forward, still grinning. "For real." Lightwards tried unsuccessfully to back away further. "Funtimes, please. Come to your senses." "She did, Lightwards." Möbius smiled, resting her hand lightly on his arm. "She found me." "A closet. You have existence itself at your fingertips, and you lock us in a closet." "This isn't it, Nighthound." The feral Epic chuckled. "I don't see how she could add much more than this." "Those boxes." Lightwards cast a nervous glance at the stacks of cardboard. "She'll do something with them, I know she will." "Please. We're immortal." "That's what scares me." A giggle floated through the door. "Are you ready for fun?" Lightwards wished he could walk through walls. A sudden light illuminated the closet with scattered rainbows. One—two—three—four disco balls sprang from the ceiling and spun in lazy circles. "Good. Now that we can see, we'll find a way out." "There's no way out. This closet is its own universe." "You should listen to your companion, Nighthound." That was Möbius. "He knows me well." "Funtimes, please! I'm begging you, don't do this!" A moment passed in silence. "Is that what Traveler said before you killed him?" Nighthound chuckled. "It was indeed." "Nighthound, stop!" Funtimes giggled again. "I sure won't!" Before Lightwards could speak, the cardboard boxes sprang to life, paper turning to dark, sickly green scales and teeth. Lightwards counted three—four—five alligators before they sprang on him. Doctor Funtimes giggled. "That was fun." "It certainly was." Möbius laughed. "I have done some strange things with pocket universes, Doctor, but this is the first time I've ever trapped someone in a disco alligator closet." Her giggle became a laugh, one they shared. "So," Möbius said when she got her wind back, "where to next?" Funtimes grinned. "Ever heard of Las Funtimes?" Las…."Las Vegas, you mean?" She giggled. "Not for long." You can't see it, but I'm beating my head against my keyboard. I just had to open my mouth. Would a new Protector Pug post atone for it a little bit? 1
Voidus Posted February 7, 2015 Posted February 7, 2015 *Reads Protector Pug scene over and over again seeking comfort. Some is found. It is not enough. Continues screaming*
Kobold King he/him Posted February 7, 2015 Posted February 7, 2015 (edited) The length of time Kobold has been viewing this thread without posting disturbs me. I'm embarrassed to say that I left the tab open as I went outside for a brief nature walk with the family. I've done nothing productive Shard-wise. Demands, demands, gotta think of a demand... Oh wait. Edgedancer already released my weapon. Darn. I was going to demand a new adorable Protector Pug PoV, but now... is it too late to ask nicely for one? EDIT: YAY DOUBLE EDIT: Edited February 7, 2015 by Kobold King
Guest Posted February 7, 2015 Posted February 7, 2015 Twi, you deserve more upvotes for that post, but Quota got me again.
TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted February 7, 2015 Author Posted February 7, 2015 I really enjoyed that. Lightwards+Nighthound totally deserve that. The only disturbing thing about it is that Moibus and dark!Funtimes are on the loose in Las "Funtimes." Hopefully vanillas hear they're coming and flee to Canada. Arizona is closer, but no one in their right mind would flee to Arizona. Twi, you deserve more upvotes for that post, but Quota got me again. Thanks. For the Disco Ending, or for Protector Pug?
TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted February 7, 2015 Author Posted February 7, 2015 What Happened in Arizona? The sun shone. It baked the ground and everything on it. Including the humans. There was a mad dash for the border. A few strange ones stayed because they claimed to hate snow so much they'd rather roast. The plants tried to kill them. They didn't seem to mind. It would be a very boring RP. 2
Kobold King he/him Posted February 7, 2015 Posted February 7, 2015 The sun shone. It baked the ground and everything on it. Including the humans. There was a mad dash for the border. A few strange ones stayed because they claimed to hate snow so much they'd rather roast. The plants tried to kill them. They didn't seem to mind. It would be a very boring RP. Hey, that sounds exactly like What Happened in Texas! We should merge the two. Perhaps a whole "What Happened in the Southwest" RP? 1
TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted February 7, 2015 Author Posted February 7, 2015 Hey, that sounds exactly like What Happened in Texas! We should merge the two. Perhaps a whole "What Happened in the Southwest" RP? Perfect! Instead of killing him directly, I'll just have Funtimes teleport Quota to the Southwest and leave him stranded in the middle of a cactus.
Kobold King he/him Posted February 7, 2015 Posted February 7, 2015 Perfect! Instead of killing him directly, I'll just have Funtimes teleport Quota to the Southwest and leave him stranded in the middle of a cactus. The part of me that despises Quota and the part of me that knows that no mortal being should suffer total cactus immersion are warring.
TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted February 7, 2015 Author Posted February 7, 2015 The part of me that despises Quota and the part of me that knows that no mortal being should suffer total cactus immersion are warring. That's less severe than my original plan, which involved a cholla bush. Those are bushes with poisonous spines that actually reach out and grab you. Yes. In Arizona, even the plants attack you.
TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted February 7, 2015 Author Posted February 7, 2015 Real or Epicmade? They're real.
Kobold King he/him Posted February 7, 2015 Posted February 7, 2015 That's less severe than my original plan, which involved a cholla bush. Those are bushes with poisonous spines that actually reach out and grab you. Yes. In Arizona, even the plants attack you. Here in Texas we believe firmly in the Cactus Faeries. Angered by some primordial sin that no human can remember, they are responsible for the strange and inexplicable thorns that show up in your body. On the soles of your feet when you've been wearing boots all day. On your hands and wrists when you've been indoors all day. On your chest. On your stomach. On your thighs. Once there was even one on my back. Cactus Faeries are evil. 1
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