the abyss is staring back

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everyone:  emotion. classical. jazz. beauty. drama. i stared into the abyss and the abyss stared back. dont even look at me you will never understand the depth of my passion

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{PART 28} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Tricking Yoongi proves to be easier than you could have ever hoped, as you stumble upon just a taste of what your awakened abilities can achieve. However, in your haste to serve Yoongi punishment for his crimes; you and Jungkook learn that that life and death are just a means to an end - for every living thing…must one day, die.

“To play God not only means to give life; but take it as well. As she stared into the abyss, it stared right back at her…and she finally realised the true meaning behind all things living; even herself.”

|| Warning: This chapter contains mentions of blood and scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

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All right, let’s talk about the Others again. 

Originally posted by klassyfeels

One of my issues with “they’re going to be revealed as a complex society in their own right that we don’t understand,” and all the theories about backstory and endgame that go with it, is that we already had that story…with the wildlings. And the story about the humans north and south of the Wall gradually, fitfully, painfully coming together has always taken place under the shadow of the Others. It’s hammered home throughout ASOS and ADWD: the war between Watch and wildlings has to end specifically because the Others are on their way. That story works because we’ve seen the prejudice and alienation and oppression, the bitter longstanding divide reflected in ways large and small, and so there’s a real catharsis to seeing our heroes (begin to) overcome that gap.

With the Others, the context is completely different. We haven’t seen prejudice, alienation, or oppression, because the problem isn’t that people hate the Others, the problem is that people don’t believe that the Others exist, at least not in the modern day. We haven’t lived with a bitter longstanding divide–the Others have largely passed out of the Watch’s institutional memory, and indeed, the urgent need to remember who the enemy is dominates the story of the Night’s Watch from the wight attack in AGOT forward. That’s the catharsis: recognizing the Others as the true threat and working together to stop it. Piling a second twist on top of that wherein we misunderstood them is not only unsupported, it actively works against that first theme and all the character growth that goes with it, from Jon to Stannis to Tormund. 

So yes: there is a Very Special Star Trek Episode here about understanding the other side’s perspective and realizing you’re not so different. But it’s about the wildlings and the Watch, not humanity and the Others. The latter conflict incorporates different themes and tropes and has a completely different structure, and again, the former conflict explicitly has to be resolved so as to address the latter conflict. 

Ocean Soldier (Part 1 out of ?)

(A/N): I literally have no excuse for this other than I love mermaid Bucky so

Summary: (Y/N) happens to come across a rather friendly mermaid

Warnings: none?


Originally posted by little-messs

   The sun was just barely rising, the beach was quiet, no birds about squawking, no children running around carrying greasy hot dogs, no music of beach goers, just you, the sunset, and the ocean. With a pleasant sigh you settled down onto one of the docks surrounding the ocean. 

   You pick up a pencil and begin to gently sketch the purple and pink hues of the sky, your pencil gingerly shading along the half orb you had drawn for the sun. You bite your lip in concentration, looking from your paper up to the sky and back down to your paper again. Every so often you’d switch colors, truly wanting to capture the beauty of the sun and sky- 

   A gentle slap of the ocean is what grabs your attention. Sure, waves had been rolling in all day, sloping against the wooden posts if the docks, or against boats or sea cliffs but this one sounded different- sharper perhaps? It was much more clear and concise, more like a smack than anything else. The kind of sounds you got when a fish was squirming to get back in the water. You perk your head up and look around but alas there was nothing to see other than the vast expanse of salty water. That’s when you hear it again- that distinct smacking sound only now it was louder, and perhaps a bit faster than the last smack. It sounded panicked or frenzied if you thought about it.

    You rise from your spot on the dock, looking around the docks and seashore to see where if perhaps there was any animal who had gotten stuck in some Plastic or perhaps just needed some help getting back to sea. Your eyes search along the shore, between the boats, even against the cliffs before circling back around. Your eyes don’t particularly catch on anything but your ears certainly do, the smacking sound comes again and again and again, each slap more panicked than the last and it was loud, much too loud to be far away and that’s when you realized the boats closest to you were so large that you couldn’t see behind them or over them and perhaps whatever creature was stuck was hidden behind one of those.

    You run to the base of the dock and to where the boats attach to the wooden planks and your eyes begin to search, scanning up and down the rows until you spotted something. And that’s when you see it, a gleam of silver in the purple sun, the scales of some fish as it struggles in a fallen net. Shit, you think to yourself as you run towards that particular dock, already dropping to your knees to help wrangle the poor creature free but what you see is most definitely not what you were expecting. Rather than some fish staring back at you with beady eyes you were faced with a man with rather large, beautiful shining blue orbs. 

   You stare at the mans face for what feels like forever before you snap out if your reverie, blinking lazily to clear your thoughts.

    “Oh my god,” you whisper as you suddenly come to terms with the fact that a man had gotten himself tangled in this net. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The man doesn’t respond, he simply stares back at you with these giant almost pleading puppy dog- esque eyes.  "What happened? How did you fall in?“ You try some more questions but yet again the man doesn’t answer. He doesn’t respond with any words but some strange vibrations rattles the air and it takes you a minute to realize that this man is the one making the noise, a sad, almost depressed little whimper in his throat. "Okay,” you whisper as you lift up chunks of the net attempting to figure out how he was tangled. “Lets get you out of this,” You lift up the net as you pull it towards you but it gets caught on something, something almost triangular but almost soft when you tugged hard enough. 

   The man whimpers, reaching up Through the net to grab at your hands, silently begging you to stop. You comply, immediately stopping the pulling. But rather than focusing on getting the poor Man free your eyes are suddenly glued to something else, his hands. They would have looked like any other ordinary pair of hands if it weren’t for the fact that they were webbed and smooth, giving them a glossy like appearance. His nails came to sharp little points, like tiny little daggers attached to his flesh. You stare at his hands, half tempted to even touch them but suddenly the man starts up with his cries again, that low, depressed throaty noise that had your heart aching.

    “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, attempting to get back to work. You twist and pull at the net at all sorts of different angles, trying to free the man but each attempt only brought you more whimpers and more squirming. 

   “Shit,” You whisper as you stop struggling against the net, slumping down onto the dock in defeat. The man looks at you with concerned eyes, his sad noises starting back up again. “I- I don’t know how to help,” You mutter weakly, your tone nearly exhausted at this point. The man whimpers some more, his clawed hands reaching to attempt to tear the net away from his body. “Wait- stop,” You sigh as you reach down to grab his hands, trying to stop him from causing any more damage. “You’re gonna cut yourself-” The man becomes more panicked in his movements as you grip his wrist only now he was attempting to yank his grip from your yours rather than the nets. “I’m not gonna hurt you!” You attempt to calm him but it was no use, he was struggling and he was struggling hard. With one hard tug your knees slip on the dock, pulling you close to the waters edge. In fact, you’re just about to let go when the man gives one final tug, pulling you into the water with him. 

   Immediately water fills your lungs and you’re damn sure you scrape your feet along something sharp because the pain shooting into your legs most definitely isn’t normal. You bob back up to the surface, gasping for water as you hack up whatever you had swallowed all the while trying to wipe the water from your eyes. You cough a little as some water bubbles into your throat and out of your mouth, spraying back into the salty abyss. The man goes rigid, staring at you in pure fear and shock, his blue eyes widening in surprise.

   “What the hell?” You deadpan, glaring at him with an angry gaze. “You could have killed me!” The man recoils just a tiny bit, those small whimpers bubbling in his throat again. You sigh as you paddle the water about you gently, keeping you afloat long enough to converse with this mysterious man. “I’m sorry- I get you’re probably stressed being caught in here but I’m just trying to help,” You give him what you hope looks like a sympathetic smile. “Can I try to help with the net?” You ask, gesturing to the offending material. The man looks at you and back to the net and back to you again, biting his lip in thought. 

   You can’t help but notice the way his teeth came to a perfect little point, just like his nails, like tiny daggers buried into his body. Sharp nails, sharp teeth, he wasn’t speaking to you, what the hell was wrong with this guy? But before your anger could bubble again the man nods, squirming just a bit within the water. You give him a grateful little smile as you paddle towards him, stopping just shy of his torso. The closer you got the more you realized just how beautiful this man was, with baby blues and stunningly dark hair, not to mention a strikingly strong jaw line and amazing cheek bones. Even with his strange hands and teeth you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit attracted to him. 

   “You’re not gonna try to drown me are ya?” You ask only half jokingly, the other half completely meaning the question. The man looks at you with those damn puppy eyes, shaking his head softly. He almost looked offended by the question if you thought about it but you didn’t have time to gawk at his face, you had to help free him from the net. With a determined albeit hesitant smile you reach out to gingerly work the net away from his chest, trying so desperately not to brush your fingers over his milky skin. 

   You gulp as you reach up, slowly but surely freeing his head from the net. It’s then, with your fingers grazing along his neck that you notice something, three small cuts along either side of his neck, pulsating as you moved your fingers along. You can’t help but stare at them, perhaps out of morbid curiosity, your eyes glued to the pink flesh of each cut. If you truly thought about it they actually looked like gills of some sort, just like the ones of fishes your father had brought home all those years ago. The man squirms, making some noise in the back of his throat under your intense gaze. You snap out of your trance again, electing to ignore the strange cuts until you freed the man from the net. 

   “Almost done,” You whisper as you let the top part of the net fall in front of him, all you had to do now was free his legs and- The man reaches down with his own hands- webbed might you add- and rips the remaining net to shreds, nearly ripping it from his legs like some animal. There’s another smack of water and suddenly the man disappears, completely gone after the water calms. You look around, twisting your body to get a good look around but alas you found nothing, not even a trace of the net he’d been confined in. Sure, you thought this was rather strange but you dismissed it as the chill of the freezing water began to set in. You give one last look to the ocean before climbing back onto the dock, shivering within your skin as you meander back to your art supplies. 

   Your clothes had been soiled by the water and you were freezing, the sun was far too high in the sky to sketch now and thus your morning had been slightly ruined. With an unhappy little sigh you bend down and pick up your supplies and shoes before making your way back towards land, shuffling as water pooled from your shorts. 

   You wince as pain spreads throughout your feet and something wet slops below you. You look down, grimacing when you noticed the thick red liquid oozing from the bottom of your feet. Guess you really had cut yourself on something. You mentally curse yourself as you limp towards land, most definitely not looking forward to going home and having to clean your wounds up. Grumbling angrily to yourself you waddle onto the sand, nearly yelling in pain as the sand seeps into your blood. God, is this what you got for saving someone’s life? Next time, you begged the universe to remind you to never help someone out again. You stomp as best as you could to your car, an angry cloud of hate brewing over your head. In fact you were in such a bad mood that you failed to realize a certain man staring at you from a few miles in the sea. 


    The next day you tried the shore again, this time picking a different dock to sit on and sketch from. This time you picked on closer to shore, just to be on the safer side and once you had gotten comfy you began to sketch, hoping to complete your picture today but when you had only been drawing for five minutes you were suddenly interrupted. That telltale smacking sound resounded around you and all of a sudden an almost familiar head of black hair bobs above the water, only the man’s eyes and nose visible. 

   “Have you come to drag me into the water again?” You ask, a hint of smugness to your tone as you look back down to your drawing, completely dismissing the man. The man shakes his head, a look of remorse crossing his only visible features. “Are you ever going to talk to me?” You ask, suddenly setting down you art to look at him. “I saved you, you nearly killed me, and I don’t even know your name,” The man looks up to you then to your pencil and sketch pad. You follow his gaze, your own landing upon the pencil and paper. “Do you want to write it down?” You ask, the man nods and suddenly he bobs from the water, resting his elbows upon the dock as you hand him a piece of paper and the pencil. He quickly jots down a few words before handing the paper back to you. 

   James Buchanan Barnes

   You smile at his choppy hand writing, it was cute if you really looked at it. “James?” You question, looking  at his name again. The man reaches for the pencil and the paper, quickly jotting down a few more words before handing them back to you. 

   I like Bucky better 

   You smile even more, nodding. “Bucky it is then. So uh Bucky-” You test the name on your tongue, allowing the taste of it to settle in. You liked it. “Any reason you’re using up all my paper?” You joke but the look of regret that crosses Bucky’s features has your chuckling coming to a stop. “I’m sorry, I uh- I didn’t mean to offend you or…” You trail off as Bucky grabs the pencil and paper again, proceeding to write out another message. 

   I’m sorry, I can stop using your paper if you’d like me to

  “No, no!” You quickly say, “I was just giving you shit, I really don’t mind,” Bucky looks at you for a moment before looking back at the pencil in his hand. 

    You really don’t?

   “I promise,” You smile at him, hoping the small gesture reassured him. Bucky smiles, a small quirk of his lip is all, but it was a start. “So…you really like the water huh?” You ask, chuckling awkwardly at your own question. Bucky apparently doesn’t seem to notice as he nods, looking down to the water almost fondly. “Even after the whole…” You wave your hand, coughing a bit as you allude to the incident the previous morning. “The whole net thing?” Bucky’s brow creases as he reaches for the paper, quickly jotting something down before handing it back to you. 

   I’m sorry I dragged you in, I was just scared is all

   You smile once more, his words alighting something within your heart. “It’s okay, nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bucky nods, his eyes wandering about the scenery almost lazily when suddenly his eyes land on your bandaged feet. You’d gotten home, cleaned the deep cuts out and went in to get stitches and now here you were again, sitting in the same place that gave you the cuts. Bucky pouts as he reaches out with a webbed finger, gingerly running his nail along the white bandage. 

   “Be careful,” You warn softly, not wishing to startle him. “It’s uh- it’s pretty sore,” Bucky pouts as he reaches out for the paper and pencil again, quickly jotting something down before shoving it towards you. 

   What happened?

   You bite your lip, contemplating whether or not you should tell him what exactly you had done. “Um, I just cut them up a bit, it was a complete accident,” You add, hoping he didn’t suspect you had cut your feet when you fell in. Bucky nods, reaching out again to run his clawed fingers along the bandage. 

   “Buck?” You ask hesitantly, biting your lip as you stare at his hands, his very strange, not at all human like hands. The man hums, a low purring like sound issuing from the back of his throat. “Can I uh- Can I ask a question?” Bucky nods as he pulls away a bit, resting his folded arm on the dock to keep part of his body up out of the water. "What’s with the hands?“ You gesture to his, specifically to the webbing. Bucky looks at his hands, a sudden blush rising to his pale skin. He quickly hides his hands under his arms, hiding his face in the flesh part of his elbow. 

    "I’m sorry,” to attempt to backtrack, already feeling horrible. “I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed, they’re just different from mine, see?” You hold a hand up, showcasing your short, trimmed nails and most definitely not webbed fingers. Bucky poked his head up a bit, looking at you with uncertain eyes. His piercing gaze then falls to your hand, the blue orbs scrutinizing each finger as he stares. He cocks his head to the side as he studies it, almost with a childlike curiosity.

    He gently shifts his arms, hesitantly pulling his hand out from hiding an slowly but surely raising it to yours. It even felt different, it was slimy, practically clammy against your own but it wasn’t unpleasant. He studies the two hands together, pushing his fingers against yours only to pull them back again, he looks at his webbing and then yours, studying his webbed hands almost distastefully. He then moves onto the nails, studying your small stubby ones and then his long, jagged ones. He hums softly, cocking his head to the other side as he places his fingers between yours, watching the way they only went so far due to his webbing. He was studying you like he’d never seen another human being before and at this point you were starting to think he hadn’t…

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“ yes…I love birthday parties ~ ”

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drawing the wrath subclasses is great af ,gotta draw them digitally too someday ò^ó)!

hope u like it :DDD !

The Holy Ground.

The disciples and monks, holy men and women. Walked corridors of gold, bronze and amongst the most revered of artefacts. Incense drifted above, smoke wavered through the lanterns that followed the walls. The high Sanctuary in he mountains, a most sacred of holy places. Kamar-Taj

But a poison was making its way here, tainted by creatures beyond the concept of time, beyond death. The mountains and the blistering winds granted safe refuge from the darkness that lay beyond them. But this was something they had not expected.

Smoke froze, dead in the air and the flames flickered through the illuminated hallways. A growing dread, a cold grip tugged ever so slightly at their spines. A clawed hand that grasped the building like a child would enclose theirs around a moth, refusing its freedom. The air felt heavy, tension had seeped into tranquillity.

There was a stir in the wind. Heads looked to the heavens above, blurred and wavered, the flags turned and flared now dancing to a different tune.

The Heed of Nature rang, something foul was approaching, rotting, something not of this place. Not anymore.

A foulness that Nature herself chose didn’t belong.

And the cries of the Mountains could be heard, carried on the winds, in their defeat and despair

‘Hurry, Hurry, HE IS COMING’…

The gates were sealed. But would it be enough to stop the entity that staggered ever closer? A creature not even nature could stop.

The wind fell calm, a silence, eerie, desolate. The sun had long set and the sanctuary was stained in darkness.

an enormous bang echoed through the temple. 
 and again..

        and again….

Bodies trembled at the sound, young and old eyes looked to the door. 

At the base, black worm-like creatures crawled from beneath, losing form and spilling out into a pool of tar, but came no further. 

Trills and clicks soon filled the silence. The door now bled ink from its grain, groaning under the touch of what ever was on the other-side.

“BEGONE DEMON, THIS IS SACRED GROUND” the Elder announced.

The noises stopped, the residents looked around, at each other to find something that resembled an explanation. Looking at the door in rattling anticipation of what was to come.

 In that brief moment they thought it had left. 

Black slime materialised from with in the gate. Forming into limbs and a dark mass, its shape looked to be that of a tall man, gaunt and fatigued, features sharp but unrefined, something was hiding underneath this cruel and barbaric visage. The feathered mantle on his shoulders rustled. The being had literally travelled through the gate’s timber foundations without so much as opening it. 

Pale eyes stared off at the Elder. with an unnatural hue of amber.

“…. D̻̥̩͠e̥m̻̖ͅo̳̬̰̺̤̞ṇ͢?̹̫̖͍̪̞̥”

Even here, after all he had done.

“No….It can not be. Stephen?”

His body convulsed at the name. But- oh, the voices…his masters, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull. Oh such sweet words they were saying, it make him tremble with ecstasy. 

But it was short-lived, he was suddenly reminded of the humans before him.

All he had sacrificed for them. They could not see, could not understand, they refused and now run from him, can not even look upon him without being reduced to fear. 

Even here of all places, from where his past life began. He thought they could understand. But it was not to be. They are like the rest of them.

 But the visions and oh…the stench of power, it tempted him too much…. he needed it. Needed it ALL.

The old sorcerer removed his hand from beneath the cloak, gnarled and clawed, it was. But scars remained from the life-changing incident that had all but been forgotten. He grasped the robes before peeling the fabric back, revealing the work of his masters.

The living abyss he had become stared into the very souls of the creatures before him, in the wake of the world’s shameless demands.

He would extract it. everything…anything that his masters defined as ‘Light’

including Life. the soul…the very essence of what is. 

Black tendrils lashed out at speed, pulling, constricting, breaking, draining the bodies they found in their path. 

The Creature’s form darkened, featureless in the back-light of the gate as it swung open in force. A whirl wind of wind and snow ushered past the black silhouette. But the monks only saw the abyss standing there and it stared back at them in relentless hunger.

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Right. So… I’ve been sitting on this guy for awhile; I saw him in Sherlock’s replies (because I’m obsessive about these accounts). 

Previously, he hadn’t followed any accounts at all. But today he tweeted this (”improbable”), is now following Sherlock and John, and is now followed by a couple other accounts I’m keeping an eye on.

I took it as a signal to spread word of his existence, since now he’s left a bigger trail.

Also, on February 14th, about 15 people or so sent Sherlock kitchen utensils in response to a tweet of his–at the skull’s behest. I think his “be ready” tweet = “open your DMs to anyone, for fuck’s sake” PSA, because there’s a hidden setting that I previously didn’t know about (and thus missed the kitchen utensils thing and had a heart attack). I’ve been waiting for him to make another move for weeks and resisting the urge to poke him…. aside from favoriting his tweets to let him know I was onto him.

A n d, to add insult to injury, while I was making this post I realized this little bastard changed his bio. And I don’t think I have a screenshot of the previous version. I hate myself lmao. And I also wonder if this new bio… is a call out to me, perhaps… considering all my staring/yelling into the abyss tweets this month… and he changed it only after I explicitly shared his existence today on Twitter for the first time… but I could be reaching, of course.

Anyway. The previous version of the bio said “Cranium. Confidant.” There was another C word but I can’t remember it. And another sentence. I’m straining my brain to remember, and I’m trying to hunt down a screenshot from anyone who may have one, but the circle of people who previously knew of this account is tiny. If I get ahold of one, I’ll add it here.

But in conclusion… Could be nothing, but. Keep a weathered eye on this here skull. Trust no bitch, etc.

@porl0ck @tjlc @teapotsubtext @sister-edgelord 

Frat DnD Hilights 2
  • Cleric: I toss the light-stone into the crypt! *Rolls 20*
  • Me: You have spent entirely too much time skipping rocks, as such you rebound the rock against three pillars and two skeletons before it comes to a clean stop in the center of the room.
  • Cleric: ...So I can see them all?
  • Me: Yes.
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  • Fighter: I WANT TO SING 'EVERY TIME WE TOUCH' AS WE CHARGE INTO BATTLE!
  • Me: You're not a bard, but screw it roll Performance.
  • Fighter: OKAY. *Mediocre roll*
  • Me: Well you don't exactly remember the words but you can hum furiously while fighting.
  • Fighter: AWESOME.
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  • All The Dwarves: So...can we use the Elf as a weapon?
  • Me: ...Hey Elf what's your Armor Class?
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  • Cleric: I want to bless the bomb.
  • Me: The bomb that was made illegally by an alchemist who clearly was no bomb expert and hastily threw something together in twelve hours?
  • Cleric: Which is why I want to bless the damn thing.
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  • Me: You stare into the Skeleton Warrior's empty eye sockets and see only the cold black abyssial Void staring back at you.
  • Fighter: I WANNA INTIMIDATE IT.
  • Me: Alright intimidating a skeleton that's-
  • Fighter: NO! I wanna intimidate the Void.
  • Me: ...The cold black unfeeling existential darkness?
  • Fighter: Yeah that.
  • Me: Fuck it why not.
  • Fighter: *nat 20*
  • Me: .........You stare into the Abyss and it absolutely stares back. Given your ever-shifting mental state you don't take in the abstract and horrifying nature of oblivion but rather stand defiantly, blatantly giving shape to the shapeless and a name to something that should not be named. At the End of All Things something turns, being actively defied by a mortal, and it hesitates. It cannot stand even an unwitting rival and it will react accordingly - because a primal force made afraid is a terrible sight to behold.
  • Fighter: So I intimidate it?
  • Me: Yup.
  • Fighter: Awesome.
  • Cleric: Oh my god we are going to die.
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  • Me: The ghouls retreat into their tunnel.
  • Cleric: Well if ever there was a time for that bomb, let's seal them in!
  • Me: Alright let's see how this thing goes. *Nat 20*
  • Me: *sets up Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture Finale*
  • Me: The alchemist, having known nothing about proper explosives, pretty much tossed in every volatile horrible thing he could into the 'bomb.' And as your God looks favorably on grandstanding gestures of epic stupidity, he extends his mighty claw down to bless this bomb. You hear a distant roar and a blinding light before the cleansing fire erupts through the Ghoul Tunnels. Above ground, a number of graves explode outward while dozens of ghoul corpses charred beyond recognition fall and litter the graveyard while ash quietly falls in the aftermath.
  • Cleric: Holy shit we have another one of those.
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  • Fighter: Rob him!
  • Cleric: No! He'll kill the HELL out of us.
  • Fighter: Hey if you're going to do something stupid at least see it through like I do!
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  • Cleric, Elf, and Dwarf: ...So to appease the Void we're gonna sacrifice the Fighter.
  • Me: ...Yeah alright make the rolls.
  • Fighter: *is murdered in his sleep*
  • Cleric, Elf, and Dwarf: Wow that was....well, we're all in tender emotional states. See you next time. *they exit*
  • Me: ...Hey, Fighter.
  • Fighter: Sup.
  • Me: ...Want to be the Avatar of the Void and fuck shit up on a global scale?
  • Fighter: Would it be me doing more stupid shit with no reason with godlike powers?
  • Me: Pretty much.
  • Fighter: I love you Skippy.