shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*sighs* Yeah, he sure is. All of those.

 

[Dom sits up.]
... I was going to say "Please do not fuck the giant metal golem thingies", but actually, that doesn't sound that bad.
Not with my current body, though. Ew.

 

It's your decision, of course, but I would strongly advise not consuming rotgut of such dubious reputation nonetheless.

Alas, alcohol now has little effect on me, though the tingle is pleasant on the tongue.

 

i'm dead! gimme your blood lmao

 

And wow, that's a lot of dead people. Relatively speaking. But at least one non-dead person so I guess this isn't an afterlife. That means I'm probably alive! Though I've died a few hundred times before.

 

(points) i like you. hit me, dream logic. (she snaps and a glass of whiskey appears in her hand. it is only slightly less like paint thinner than what the bottle originally contained, but she does not seem to mind.)

 

*A huge fluff of smoke swarms behind Dom and then pulls itself together, turning into Reaper*

The grave cannot hold me.

 

Marginally better, that one doesn't smell of trace methyl alcohol, unlike the bottle.

*snaps her fingers and a fancy crystal goblet appears in her hand, full of a much nicer whiskey*

As I said, I can't get drunk, but the taste, the scent ...

 

You were never put in a grave, Gabriel. You know this. Stop being so dramatic. Though that's probably a lost cause to hope for.

 

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It's a METAPHOR Angela.

 

Pick a new one. While you're at it, find yourself a drink, sit down, socialize. Who knows, you might even be interesting conversation for someone.

 

nope, you could totally be dead. maybe you only died once. you've been dead all the time after that.

 

... You kinda remind me of a bunch of--

... Okay, you definitely remind me of a bunch of cultists I know.

 

What kind of ... cultists ... may I ask?

 

-mis wriggle but don´t actually seem to mind much-
Prrrprrrprrr!

 

A bunch of guys who decided to worship the next galaxy over's deity. They like to wear masks and dark robes, torture people, and gloat and-slash-or angst about bringing destruction to the world or something.

 

... But they can't have alcohol or drugs so they're not really popular.

 

Hey there are ways to get around size difference!

...I kinda wanna say a thing but the elemental force in question has been known to hang around in here so I'm just gonna. Say "that sounds familiar" and leave it at that.

 

DESTRUCTION TO THE WORLD?

SIGN ME THE FUCK UP!