GraulasJoin Date: 2010-11-26
Post Count: 8634 |
One sentence at a time... Most role-players are disgusted by it.
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Hello guys! Sorry, I forgot to even post this lol.
To see the chapter three intro animation, search
bluerhsvid1nc
on you.tube!
Once you've watched it, we can begin chapter 3 proper.
My next post will contain spoilers, so make sure to watch it first! |
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Cool animation; I like it. |
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~Eight Hundred~
So...this is what it's like to be god tier! (Turns to Ben) We're old now, though.... |
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GraulasJoin Date: 2010-11-26
Post Count: 8634 |
Really, you need to troll more thoroughly if you wish to break Mini down. You are only scratching the surface.
Using grammar would give people the idea you are serious about your criticism. |
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(Lowers shades)
Holy moly!
What are you people?!
(He then pulls out atleast 23,000 uzis and shoves 62,000,000,000 magazines into each and everyone one of them)
I've seen a lot of crazy things out here but you're something special!
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~Mic~
(Pushes down Edward's guns)
What? Hey, what are you doing, hero? Those guys are on our side, right! Aren't they your former partners? |
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Hey hey hey, hands off the merchandise!
I couldn't even recognise you guys, what has happened to you? |
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~Eight Hundred~
I don't know! But, after Ben here killed me, I didn't actually die! What I believe must have been my father spoke to me...and now I ended up here! |
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GraulasJoin Date: 2010-11-26
Post Count: 8634 |
I demand twenty-twelve be involved! Anti-©hrist anyone? |
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Ben Dover: The Glorious Leader spoke to me, then brought me back.
(Ben then couldn't control his rage and ripped a tree straight out of the ground and threw it off into the distance)
Ben Dover: BU |
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~Eight Hundred~
Hm....
(Eight Hundred himself tries picking up a tree, and succeeds.)
It seems we have incredible strength! |
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I wonder if I have anything special...
(Edward Stone attempts to lift a tree off of the ground then ripping off his left arm in the attempt considering he never "works out" with that one anyways)
I am experiencing a lot of pain right now.
I've felt worse though.
So um I gotta go get this thing replaced, and considering you guys have super strength now... Can you just toss me over to the hospital? |
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~Eight Hundred~
Okay.
(Throws to hospital) |
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(Edward Stone then hits a couple of lampposts on the way breaking his spine in the process)
Atleast I landed infront of the hospital.
(Edward pulls off his bomber jacket that is now very dirty)
I think I should dry-clean this after I'm done here.
(He then stalls trying to find a reason not to go into the hospital)
HOSPITALS ARE FOR WEAKLINGS
(Edward Stone goes into his basement after a long walk to his house)
Lets see if I can still do this...
(Edward Stone grabs a screwdriver and lightly taps a screw)
(He then has a very obvious robot arm and proceeds to fix up his spine)
ghdifhg myfsmghsf raksd???
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kfsggk sadfgdlsg rgyhfdlhjd* |
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THANK YOU FOR VERYONE WHO KILLED IT |
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(@Red
We didn't kill anything. Not even Annabelle gram. :< )
~Eight Hundred~
(To Ben) Well, I dunno what's going on, but we've got to go get Edward back. Hopefully the hospital's done with him now. |
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Ben Dover: Might asw- RRRRAAAAAGHHHH
(Ben flies up into the clouds and then comes down and burrows into the center of the Earth revealing Annabelle Gram's tunnels from previous escapes)
Ben Dover: This is odd! |
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Not the fat black Anabelle?
Derp |
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[any devious plans related to annabelle is the evil "black" one] |
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GraulasJoin Date: 2010-11-26
Post Count: 8634 |
Lord Graulas
The song of power settled on my tongue, hissing into soft sibilance. Its power was a bitter vinegar, drying my mouth, sucking away softness and hope. My now-red eyes focused on Ben Dover, insanity running through my mind. The chant was in my head, spilling from my mouth, lifting power from the air around me- from the earth, the fire, the water- building into a fire of destruction that bowed to my bidding. Ben was now the outlet that I wished to unleash my power into. My chant quickened, weaving the power into more and more heat, every whispered word stoking the scorching energy his destruction. He arched back, screaming, but zkept singing the song of his death.
Clapping his hands to his head, he fell to his knees. Blood streamed from his nose, his ears, from his eyes. His body disintegrated into a sudden searing wind of dark ash and red mist that pelted my face with wet, gritty death.
"Ha! You got owned" proclaimed Graulas, his clear voice carrying a great deal. |
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