TwiLyghtSansSparkles

Oddly enough, I don't ship it.

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It's corny and cheesy as all get-out, which is why you should go watch it right now.

Or Nighthound could wind up stalked by a guy with a crazy beard who is constantly covering him in syrup and trying to eat him. There's a lot of fridge horror in this scenario.

Shows what you know. Your wish is my command! Giggle at the Ghosties, a Phoenixmind story:

I'm partial to Phoenixwards myself. XD

And now, to unleash the shipping madness brought upon us by a brand-new character…. Entrapment, a Phoenixhound story: Bring Me to Life, a Phoenixwards story: Double Fun, a Phoenix-times story: Anyone want to see him with Corpsemaker or Altermind?

Winter wrap-up, winter wrap-up….

I think that seems reasonable, unless there's a way to activate his weakness (either babies or murderous prom dates).

I had actually assumed something similar. See, if he raised more traditional zombies (bloody, rotting, shambling corpses) I would think he would be able to create Epic zombies. But the way he does it is more like actually raising the dead, although they come back wrong, which is more like gifting than actually making a zombie. So I would say that either raising an Epic wouldn't work at all, or that they would be more like a traditional zombie.

I haven't the foggiest idea what you're talking about.

One edit coming up. I'll just hang onto this until Lightwards is ready for it.

Soon he will realize that this... ….goes with just about everything. But that's totally not anyone's plan. No siree. So are we going to wait on the others, should I edit my last post to include the Skittles, or what?

Why don't we have both?

All right, so it seems that Nathan and Funtimes are probably across from the gift shop, separated by the entryway?

How deep into the museum is the gift shop?

If he's dying, can Funtimes break out a kazoo and play "Taps"? Or "Welcome to the Black Parade," at the very least?

A cloud of purple enveloped the entrance as the force of the explosion knocked Nathan sideways. He felt Funtimes' hand on his, thought they moved but couldn't be sure.... He pushed himself up later--he didn't know how long, but the settling dust told him it hadn't been more than a minute. Through the ringing in his ears, he could barely hear his own coughing--and Funtimes' giggle. They were firmly inside the museum now. Either the explosion was especially powerful, or she had teleported them from the center of the explosion. He ached all over, but nothing seemed to be broken, so he suspected the latter. Somewhere nearby was a muted crash, and the braying of an elephant. Nathan coughed as Funtimes grabbed his arm. Her giggle was close, so he heard it loud and clear--almost as clearly as the roar of an engine growing louder-- Another jump, and they were behind the charging sedan. It crashed into two skeletons placed very close together, slammed into reverse, and moved toward them. Another jump carried them further into the museum somewhere near the entrance Nathan thought he spotted a homeless man. Something cold bumped his arm. Not asking what it was, he took a sip. The water tasted like strawberries. Funtimes giggled, took a sip herself, and tossed the bottle at the vehicle struggling to orient itself. Flavored water spilled on the hood, melting metal and glass as it did. She clapped her hands, but quickly clapped them against her cheeks in horror. He and Funtimes had landed in one of two rooms on the right-hand side of the entryway. On the left-hand side was a glass-walled gift shop; on the other side of their wall was another room. As the strange acid ate away at the car's engine, the muted braying sounded once more. Lightwards flew out of the adjacent room, slid across the floor, and landed in the gift shop. Nathan took her arm. Instead of taking him directly to the gift shop, she landed on the opposite side of the wrecked sedan. His feet immediately slipped, and he grasped the car for balance. Her giggle was louder this time. The effects of the explosion must have been wearing off. She held up a pair of ice skates. Nathan hadn't been ice skating since the Snow Queen had turned the entire casino's floor to ice, but he had found that his pre-Calamity days of ice skating with his family had not left his memory. With any luck, that hadn't changed. He nodded. Rather than handing him a pair, she snapped her fingers, adding a pair of blades to the soles of his Converse. Then, hand in hand, they skated across the frictionless hall, through the broken doors of the gift shop as the chatter of gunfire reached his ears. A volley of bullets headed for an unconscious Lightwards. It was bullets that headed for him, but what reached him was a cascade of Skittles. Funtimes giggled.

I shall post a reaction soon. How many of those posts were shipping, I wonder?

Does my last post need to be edited?

Even for the ships I have in store?

I like this idea. And the ship was one of the funniest I've seen yet.

Wait--how close was PP to the entrance? I thought he was far enough away that an armored sports car would be a plausible distraction. And, ohhhhhh, just you wait for the shipping madness. Just you wait.

That is so wrong it's right.