Britishiver. My "creativity" is embarrassing.
Judging by multiple tests, it might just be a feature that doesn't really effect anything with KHV's current settings. Just guessing though, it...
Hey hey hey heeeeeeey So, the original version of G.E.H.? I'm ready for Chapter 3, whenever you have the time to PM it to me.
Internet. Originality. Blasphemy.
EDIT: OOC: Oh gog I just realized I'm probably disqualified. I interacted with Lizzy. The rules say you can't do that, so, my bad. I accept disqualification peacefully~ Jen crossed her arms. "Lizzy... Lizzy!" The young girl shouted, peering around the wall of the quiet suburban home. Jen found this kid, Lizzy, just wandering on the streets. She decided to take the kid in and give her a nice warm meal, despite the child's protests that she had a home and was just heading home. And now she was somewhere in their house, and with Tobias off at work, what could she do? Jen sighed. "Okay. I give up. But when my Dad comes home, he's calling your folks." She yelled to no one in particular. What was up with this kid? Jen slumped back onto the couch. She didn't regret giving the girl dinner, that was a perfectly good deed. She slowly closed her eyes, tired from chasing Lizzy around the house. It would just be thirty minutes until Tobias came back... -- ://: -- Tobias scrawled a few random numbers onto the form, continuing to glance at the clock on the wall. Seven o'clock. Thirty more minutes. Faust wouldn't dare making him work overtime tonight, no matter how much of an..."eccentric" the old man was. Tobias's new client was constantly e-mailing new pointless crap for him to fill out, and he was honestly ready to go home. He cracked his knuckles and began copying the completed form onto a word document. He hated his job. -- ://: -- Tobias quickly powered off his computer and got to his feet. Done. And a beautiful night it was, too. He flicked the lights off in his office, waved to his co-workers, and entered the elevator to leave the building. A hulking beast of a man filled most of the space, barely allowing Tobias to squeeze in. Taking a closer look, he was shocked to discover that the man was a cosplayer, dressed as a viking. But what would he be doing in the office building still dressed like that? He sighed, accepting the fact that asking would just leave him with another bruise he had to explain to Jen. The elevator abruptly stopped on the by floor, allowing Tobias to abandon the claustrophobic Vallhallavator. He gave an awkward wave to the "Viking" and walked into the busy street. The Viking followed suit, stopping to stand directly next to Tobias. Tobias sighed again and hailed a taxi. The Viking looked down at Tobias, crossing his arms and glaring. Tobias saw the cab pull in from across the street, slowly pulling towards the sidewalk. He bit his lip. "So... viking convention, or what?" The Viking did not reply, but simply narrowed his eyes and gave Tobias a rough shove. The 30 year old tumbled backwards, narrowly remaining on the sidewalk. He got to his feet and rubbed his elbow. "The hell was that?" He said angrily, now glaring at The Viking. As the cab pulled up to the sidewalk, Viking pulled what seemed to be an actual steel sword and stabbed it into the taxi's window. The glass shattered, sending the cab driver diving out of the vehicle. The poor man began running across the street, crying for someone to help. Tobias swore and began backing up. He spun on his heel and began dashing down the busy streets. -- ://: -- Jen was startled awake by an emergency broadcast on the news. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and sat up on the couch, unable to let her eyes focus on the television screen. She glanced at the clock. Seven fifty-four. There was a note on the couch next to her, in a young child's handwriting. Jen, I got bored. So I went home. I can handle myself. Thanks for the lasagna. -LizzyJen sighed and got to her feet. She honestly didn't want to deal with that kid anymore. She finally took the time to listen to the blaring news broadcast. "Mysterious "Viking"...two dead...seems to be chasing..." At this point, a photo of Tobias was lifted to the middle of the screen. Jen covered her mouth. "Oh...g-god..." She whispered, a tear dripping down her cheek. She threw open the front door without thinking, dashing into the cold suburbs. "Dad!" She cried, dropping to her knees. Suddenly, the sound of a crash echoed from the neighborhood entrance. Tobias was running towards the house, an enormous man dressed as a Viking running up behind him. Tobias had an enormous bloody slash on his right arm and several bruises covering his body. Jen gasped and got back to her feet, waving her arm to beckon her injured father towards her. Tobias's eyes grew wide, and he quickened his speed. In less than thirty seconds, her father had reached her side, stepping in front of her to shield her body from The Viking. As the man ran towards them, Tobias looked down at Jen, a tear in his eyes. "He's going to attack. I want...I want you to run." He murmured, pushing a strand of Jen's blond hair out of her eyes. The Viking was only feet away. Jen turned back to run, screaming. Tobias gave one last smile. And then the Viking was there. The axe swung down towards her father's face, causing Jen to scream again. Milliseconds before the axe struck her loving father, Jen dove forwards and tackled him, sending them both tumbling into the Viking's legs. -- ://: -- Tobias slowly opened his eyes. He wasn't dead. He was still here. Jen was curled in his arms, knocked out cold. He softly placed her on the grass in front of the house and got to his feet. The enormous Viking was laid out flat on the sidewalk, his axe stuck in the firm concrete. His sword remained in his left hand, coated with blood from citizens back in the city. Tobias chuckled, perhaps part from insanity. What a night. The giant stirred, and slowly pushed himself off the street. The Viking got to his feet and stared into Tobias's eyes. Tobias laughed again, twice as maniacally. "Yeah? Well?" He roared into the Viking's face, punching the murderer into the gut and cackling again. The Viking stumbled backwards and yelled, swinging his sword into Tobias and slashing through the fabric of his shirt. Tobias narrowed his eyes. "Don't touch me again." He said softly. The Viking slammed the hilt of his axe into Tobias, sending a resounding crunch through the neighborhood. Tobias crumpled backwards into the grass, barely clinging to life. The Viking hulked over them, an enormous toothy smile on his face. Tobias wiped the blood off his face and stood up. This started with a shove, right? He laughed. Let's end it with one. A small push on the Viking, and the unbalanced giant tumbled backwards into the street. The man was hilariously unable to get his massive body back upright. Tobias couldn't help but compare him to a turtle. Tobias turned on his heel and picked up his injured daughter. Even with his wounds, he heard it. A car was coming. Not even The Viking could survive that. The vehicle smashed into the beast-like man, sending rubble soaring through the suburbs. Tobias slowly turned his head around. He smiled. The wreckage of a yellow jeep was smoking in the middle of the road. Tobias looked at the injured driver crawling out of the crash. Tobias gave another chuckle. This wrapped up nicely. He set Jen on the porch and walked out to pull the driver to safety. As Tobias dialed 911 into his cellphone, he realized jut how rough things had gone for him. He was bleeding from two enormous gashes, and the wound on his head was obviously developing a concussion. He barely had enough energy to alert the authorities to the location, before his cellphone dropped from his hand and shattered on the sidewalk. Tobias, dizzy, dropped to the street alongside the driver. -- ://: -- Jen opened her eyes. The flickering fluorescent lights of a hospital blinked overhead. She remembered. It was the Viking. She slowly, agonizingly turned her head to the left and checked the clock on the bedside table. It was six A.M.. On the bed across from her, she took in a gravely injured man, someone she vaguely remembered seeing around town sometime. But he was nobody special. The man seemed close to death. Bits of her memory, blurred and quiet, returned. The driver... it wasn't his decision. He... who knows why he had come down that street in the suburbs. But it wasn't his fault that the Viking was dead. It was Tobias. Her father pushed the man into the street and killed him. He killed him. But he had to, of course. He had to save everyone. But this driver? He hadn't been saved. He'd been doomed. So it hadn't been a happy ending. But how could she have expected that? Ah, well. That's life. That's death. She was optimistic. She couldn't help but think things would get better. And maybe, they would.
Non-prems Name change
Sho laughed. Factoring hectopascals., he thought to himself, cracking his knuckles. These factors zetta needed to get their acts together. He brushed a piece of hair out of his eyes and chuckled again. GM's little equation today had played into something more. Ishu's test was almost as childish as those she gave it to. "Hurry it up..."
Mulan. Avatars.
Ishu smiled, hanging back from the other Reapers. She nodded. "She's right, Players. But drama is fun, hmm?". She twisted the piece on her bracelet around, rotating the suspicious accesory around her wrist. "Oh. By the way, I'm Game Master. Some of you know what that means, right?" She stepped forwards, a mischievous smile stretching across her small face.
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We have ventured beyond thinly-veiled hatred and mockery.
I attach a small yellow tracker and send you to your natural environment. Tag.
A fitting return thread.
I don't believe it was directed at you, as I did not find it offensive in the least.
Oh my god talking about strokes is not funny wtf that is offensive
I laughed too. Doesn't make it incredibly disrespectful. He died yesterday.
Disrespectful. Somewhat, not very, funny. Badly worded.
oh gong shaknsysfjf Dude. I never/barely talked to you but oh gong. You're pretty gosh-darn radical. Anyway yeah, enjoy yourself and come back to see us someday soon.
X-Photobomb.
Scratch? I liked it as well, and will likely change it back. But, I've been enjoying different things. Due to Homestuck's hiatus, I've been...
