The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Immortal Platypus]

3 hours ago, OokIa the Believer said:

“Neverrrrrr……” it faded away as if dyjng. Then an overhead intercoms crackled. “Ehem. We have an announcement.”

Platypus looked up as his clones continued to swarm Nameless. "What is it? Hey Nameless, can we end this quick so I can go kill Darkness? I already killed Thaid, I'm putting that body to rest!"

@Nameless*

[Lunamor she/her]

7 minutes ago, Ookla of Ravens said:

"DAILY RIDDLE- what do you get when you add a penguin and bloodlust?"

A disembodied voice rang out.

”A Batman villain!”

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

2 minutes ago, Lunamor said:

A disembodied voice rang out.

”A Batman villain!”

abalador stares. "not what i was looking for, but... correct"

[NerdyAarakocra They/Them]

Meanwhile, Nerdy was exploring the land beyond the tear.

It was actually quite nice, with the small issue that Everyone was Rick Asteley.

So was No One, as well as all the other people.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

Everyone screamed.

[Lunamor she/her]

Their screams harmonized into a few tortuous beats of the song that shall not be named.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

This only induced more screaming.

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

16 hours ago, Ookla the Immortal said:

Platypus looked up as his clones continued to swarm Nameless. "What is it? Hey Nameless, can we end this quick so I can go kill Darkness? I already killed Thaid, I'm putting that body to rest!"

@Nameless*

An unnamed entity appeared, leaned over a counter, and said, "You talkin' to me, gancho?"

[NerdyAarakocra They/Them]

The unknown entity was the only one not currently rickrolling someone else.

[Immortal Platypus]

7 hours ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

An unnamed entity appeared, leaned over a counter, and said, "You talkin' to me, gancho?"

Platypus wondered what this had to do with him as there were no counters anywhere near.

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

19 minutes ago, Ookla the Immortal said:

Platypus wondered what this had to do with him as there were no counters anywhere near.

The counter was happening on the entity's laptop on a computer game. They had just executed a well done counter move. "I am, indeed, Quite Nameless."

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

abalador starts laughing at the sheer ridiculousness.

[NameIess]

On 11/16/2023 at 11:43 PM, Ookla the Categorized said:

“Cool! I’d like that then please, thanks!” Sequence smiled happily. “A talking knife on an invisible chain..” Sequence looked up at the ceiling and daydreamed about it and the adventures they’d have.

"Very well. I'll get to work." The Dreamsmith closed his eyes, then opened them. A weapon appeared, a dagger dangling from his hands by what appeared to be nothing at all. "Here you go. You know, using a Narrator's soul to make these weapons is quite a bit easier than it is with other types of souls. Or maybe it's just the familiarity. I managed to make the chain half-real, so you can use it to bind your enemies, but also allow it to pass through their weapons when they try to block the chain. I'll let you name the weapon." He set the dagger with its invisible chain on a table in front of him, the door behind Sequence opening. "Oh, and before you go, I have a warning: Do not trust your memories. Some people have always been one step from the wrong path."

On 11/22/2023 at 2:33 PM, Ookla the Reborn said:

The pair stood in silence for a long moment*, trying to hear... something.

*On reflection, Jeremy felt as though it had been many days of waiting, but he dismissed the thought. That was impossible.

The shadowed figure shivered, and pulled out his phone. "I'm going to call one of my... associates. He'll be able to tell us more about this place."

Somewhere far off, but not so far as either of the pair would have liked, the first* eyes of the Hunger opened.

*The Hunger has a lot of eyes, and if you're ever so unfortunate as to be hunted by it, I would recommend avoiding eye contact.

On 11/27/2023 at 10:46 PM, Ookla the Immortal said:

Platypus looked up as his clones continued to swarm Nameless. "What is it? Hey Nameless, can we end this quick so I can go kill Darkness? I already killed Thaid, I'm putting that body to rest!"

@Nameless*

Nameless blinked, eyes focusing. "Oh, sorry. My Author's been distracted. And don't steal my line." Jagged arcs of lightning shot out from his medallion and hit every Platypus clone at once, leaving only the original untouched.

[Immortal Platypus]

38 minutes ago, Ookla the Name-Stolen said:

"Very well. I'll get to work." The Dreamsmith closed his eyes, then opened them. A weapon appeared, a dagger dangling from his hands by what appeared to be nothing at all. "Here you go. You know, using a Narrator's soul to make these weapons is quite a bit easier than it is with other types of souls. Or maybe it's just the familiarity. I managed to make the chain half-real, so you can use it to bind your enemies, but also allow it to pass through their weapons when they try to block the chain. I'll let you name the weapon." He set the dagger with its invisible chain on a table in front of him, the door behind Sequence opening. "Oh, and before you go, I have a warning: Do not trust your memories. Some people have always been one step from the wrong path."

The shadowed figure shivered, and pulled out his phone. "I'm going to call one of my... associates. He'll be able to tell us more about this place."

Somewhere far off, but not so far as either of the pair would have liked, the first* eyes of the Hunger opened.

*The Hunger has a lot of eyes, and if you're ever so unfortunate as to be hunted by it, I would recommend avoiding eye contact.

Nameless blinked, eyes focusing. "Oh, sorry. My Author's been distracted. And don't steal my line." Jagged arcs of lightning shot out from his medallion and hit every Platypus clone at once, leaving only the original untouched.

Each Platypus swiped something at the lightning, whether it be sand, dirt, or a Blade. Most didn't affect the lightning, but all the Blade-wielding ones survived the lightning. Vengeance reflected the lightning that came near the Vengeance-wielding Platypus, and that Platypus charged in, following the lightning. The Mordite-wielding Platypus simply absorbed the lightning, then faded away, Mordite blade reappearing in the first Platypus' hip-sheath. The Blade-wielding Platypus dodged the lightning, and as it too faded, the Narrationblade disappeared. Finally, the untitled Blade-wielding Platypus teleported behind Nameless, redirecting the lightning towards him, and slashed at his medallion before fading, untitled Blade appearing in Platypus' other hand.

[NameIess]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Immortal said:

Each Platypus swiped something at the lightning, whether it be sand, dirt, or a Blade. Most didn't affect the lightning, but all the Blade-wielding ones survived the lightning. Vengeance reflected the lightning that came near the Vengeance-wielding Platypus, and that Platypus charged in, following the lightning. The Mordite-wielding Platypus simply absorbed the lightning, then faded away, Mordite blade reappearing in the first Platypus' hip-sheath. The Blade-wielding Platypus dodged the lightning, and as it too faded, the Narrationblade disappeared. Finally, the untitled Blade-wielding Platypus teleported behind Nameless, redirecting the lightning towards him, and slashed at his medallion before fading, untitled Blade appearing in Platypus' other hand.

Nameless absorbed the lightning, then dodged the untitled Blade and put away his medallion. "Well, let's end this." Nameless pointed his Narrationblade at Platypus and launched his final attack. A massive beam of pure Narration launched at Platypus. This attack was not intended to do anything flashy like making an explosion or destabilizing Platypus's soul. No, it was far more simple and far more dangerous than any he'd attempted before in this battle. It was simple really. If it hit, just a few lines of Narration would become reality:

Platypus fell to the ground utterly spent. Vengeance's glow winked out as he fell, Mordite blade coming free of his belt and rolling over to Nameless, the victor in this battle.

[Through The Living Grub He/Him]

Johny helped Xiahida out of a trapdoor, right in the path of the beam, and got hit full on. The Narration had only partial effect on him, causing these events.

Johny fell to the ground utterly spent. His eyes lost their glow, a Mordite blade falling out of a pocket in his trench coat, the battle still on.

Xiahida hurriedly tucked away the Mordite blade and rushed Johny out of the line of fire, confused as to the sudden appearance of a Mordite blade. The Narration must have rewritten reality.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

1 hour ago, Ookla the Name-Stolen said:

"Very well. I'll get to work." The Dreamsmith closed his eyes, then opened them. A weapon appeared, a dagger dangling from his hands by what appeared to be nothing at all. "Here you go. You know, using a Narrator's soul to make these weapons is quite a bit easier than it is with other types of souls. Or maybe it's just the familiarity. I managed to make the chain half-real, so you can use it to bind your enemies, but also allow it to pass through their weapons when they try to block the chain. I'll let you name the weapon." He set the dagger with its invisible chain on a table in front of him, the door behind Sequence opening. "Oh, and before you go, I have a warning: Do not trust your memories. Some people have always been one step from the wrong path.

Sequence blinked. "That was fast! You're good." She gently picked up the knife, examining it with glittering eyes. "Hello there..." She said to it softly. She turned to the Dreamsmith. "This is beautiful, thank you. And uhh.. What do you mean 'don't trust my memories'? Are you implying that someone may have tampered with them? Is that even possible?" Sequence scratched her head, a bit worried and a bit confused.

Edited November 29, 2023 by Ookla the Categorized

[Immortal Platypus]

1 hour ago, Ookla the Name-Stolen said:

Nameless absorbed the lightning, then dodged the untitled Blade and put away his medallion. "Well, let's end this." Nameless pointed his Narrationblade at Platypus and launched his final attack. A massive beam of pure Narration launched at Platypus. This attack was not intended to do anything flashy like making an explosion or destabilizing Platypus's soul. No, it was far more simple and far more dangerous than any he'd attempted before in this battle. It was simple really. If it hit, just a few lines of Narration would become reality:

Platypus fell to the ground utterly spent. Vengeance's glow winked out as he fell, Mordite blade coming free of his belt and rolling over to Nameless, the victor in this battle.

Platypus rolled to the side, not surprised as the Narrationbeam followed him. He flipped to his feet and Vengeance fired a beam. Its glow faded completely, all its power used to counter the Narrationbeam. The beams locked, neither making progress, so he gambled. He took the energy from Vengeance that was rendering the arena inaccessible, and poured it into the beam. The Vengeance beam began to push the Narrationbeam back towards Nameless, as Platypus fired a beam of Narration of his own at him. All it would do was push the sphere that Subversion had used out of Nameless.

[NameIess]

2 hours ago, Xiahida said:

Johny helped Xiahida out of a trapdoor, right in the path of the beam, and got hit full on. The Narration had only partial effect on him, causing these events.

Johny fell to the ground utterly spent. His eyes lost their glow, a Mordite blade falling out of a pocket in his trench coat, the battle still on.

Xiahida hurriedly tucked away the Mordite blade and rushed Johny out of the line of fire, confused as to the sudden appearance of a Mordite blade. The Narration must have rewritten reality.

In his pocket, the "Mordite" blade fuzzed, for a moment revealing its true form as a blade that was merely extremely lethal, not made from Mordite, as Mordite was impossible to make through simply Narration.

2 hours ago, Ookla the Categorized said:

Sequence blinked. "That was fast! You're good." She gently picked up the knife, examining it with glittering eyes. "Hello there..." She said to it softly. She turned to the Dreamsmith. "This is beautiful, thank you. And uhh.. What do you mean 'don't trust my memories'? Are you implying that someone may have tampered with them? Is that even possible?" Sequence scratched her head, a bit worried and a bit confused.

"You're welcome. And when I say don't trust your memories, I don't mean that you should not trust them to be accurate, but that you should not be biased by them in interpreting current events."

1 hour ago, Ookla the Immortal said:

Platypus rolled to the side, not surprised as the Narrationbeam followed him. He flipped to his feet and Vengeance fired a beam. Its glow faded completely, all its power used to counter the Narrationbeam. The beams locked, neither making progress, so he gambled. He took the energy from Vengeance that was rendering the arena inaccessible, and poured it into the beam. The Vengeance beam began to push the Narrationbeam back towards Nameless, as Platypus fired a beam of Narration of his own at him. All it would do was push the sphere that Subversion had used out of Nameless.

Nameless caught Platypus's attack, managing to halt both beams in place. It's a pity I can't just win this clash. Perhaps if Subversion hadn't wasted so much energy before giving up and allowing me to revive, I could have won. Still, although he was running through his remaining energy at an incredible rate Nameless redoubled his efforts, pouring out Narration to force both attacks back towards Platypus, eyes narrowed as he waited for his moment of opportunity.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

4 hours ago, Ookla the Name-Stolen said:

The shadowed figure shivered, and pulled out his phone. "I'm going to call one of my... associates. He'll be able to tell us more about this place."

Somewhere far off, but not so far as either of the pair would have liked, the first* eyes of the Hunger opened.

*The Hunger has a lot of eyes, and if you're ever so unfortunate as to be hunted by it, I would recommend avoiding eye contact.

Jeremy tapped his foot on the ground, half from impatience and half from nervousness.

"Has he picked up yet?" he asked after two seconds.*

*Okay, maybe it was more of a 60-40 split, impatience/nervousness wise.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Reborn said:

Jeremy tapped his foot on the ground, half from impatience and half from nervousness.

"Has he picked up yet?" he asked after two seconds.*

*Okay, maybe it was more of a 60-40 split, impatience/nervousness wise.

Abalador walks over here. "Yo"

[NameIess]

27 minutes ago, Ookla the Reborn said:

Jeremy tapped his foot on the ground, half from impatience and half from nervousness.

"Has he picked up yet?" he asked after two seconds.*

*Okay, maybe it was more of a 60-40 split, impatience/nervousness wise.

"Yes." The shadowed figure noticed Jeremy's expression. "I'll put him on speaker."  He did so, and a nasally, groveling voice became audible to Jeremy.

"Master, this world you have decided to visit is terrible indeed. All records indicate that it is haunted by a horror that is unimaginable-to one such as me, obviously not to one as great as you, my master-and no one who has entered has ever left alive. I informed Betrim of your location, and he shall soon arrive with several other to prevent you from needing to go to the effort of defending yourself from the abomination that inhabits the world you have graced with your presence*."

*This may have been comforting to Jeremy, but in reality the extra numbers would likely only make the Hunger awaken more quickly. It had many eyes open now, and had even begun to awaken a small part of its consciousness.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Name-Stolen said:

"Yes." The shadowed figure noticed Jeremy's expression. "I'll put him on speaker."  He did so, and a nasally, groveling voice became audible to Jeremy.

"Master, this world you have decided to visit is terrible indeed. All records indicate that it is haunted by a horror that is unimaginable-to one such as me, obviously not to one as great as you, my master-and no one who has entered has ever left alive. I informed Betrim of your location, and he shall soon arrive with several other to prevent you from needing to go to the effort of defending yourself from the abomination that inhabits the world you have graced with your presence*."

*This may have been comforting to Jeremy, but in reality the extra numbers would likely only make the Hunger awaken more quickly. It had many eyes open now, and had even begun to awaken a small part of its consciousness.

Jeremy shivered. "Uh oh."

[Immortal Platypus]

4 hours ago, Ookla the Name-Stolen said:

Nameless caught Platypus's attack, managing to halt both beams in place. It's a pity I can't just win this clash. Perhaps if Subversion hadn't wasted so much energy before giving up and allowing me to revive, I could have won. Still, although he was running through his remaining energy at an incredible rate Nameless redoubled his efforts, pouring out Narration to force both attacks back towards Platypus, eyes narrowed as he waited for his moment of opportunity.

Vengeance blurred through the air as the beams strained against Nameless. Platypus poured more power into his Narration, and put some Narrative energy into the Vengeancebeam as well.

[NameIess]

5 hours ago, Ookla the Reborn said:

Jeremy shivered. "Uh oh."

"Yes indeed. You want to leave now? I think that would be a good idea."

2 hours ago, Ookla the Immortal said:

Vengeance blurred through the air as the beams strained against Nameless. Platypus poured more power into his Narration, and put some Narrative energy into the Vengeancebeam as well.

Nameless felt his energy slackening as the beams were slowly pushed towards him. He closed his eyes, focusing intently. No, not quite yet. Just a little longer.