shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

No it is n-... Ah.

He requests our patience.

 

When i'm not doing superhero work, i just wear the winter clothes i wake up in when i come back to life because it's fucking cold in south park, colorado and whatever i'm wearing gets eaten by the local rats whenever i die along with the rest of my body.

That's my curse by the way, that i am doomed to die and come back to life repeatedly and often, with no one remembering or caring whenever i die.

 

Wow, okay, that's pretty bad.

This the kind of thing you can solve by punching the curser?

 

sounds familiar.

*He passive-aggressively inspects his claws.*

 

Maybe if the one who cursed me wasn't Cthulhu

 

Still willing to punch him.

 

[Despite himself Unicron chuckles fondly at the suggestion. Ah. She is such a good fit for his court.]

 

He's a giant eldritch horror. Not even nukes can do much damage against that monster.

He's around the same level of strength and size as Unicron, for reference.

 

Size, maybe, strength, p sure that's literally impossible.

 

- botbot flips his shit -

O H_M Y_G O S H_A_S U P E R_H E R O ! ! ! H E L L O_I_A M_B O T B O T_C A N_I_H A V E_Y O U R_A U T O G R A P H ? ☆0☆

- botbot holds out a crinkled burger wrapper folded into a paper swan and a blue and green swirled pencil with the eraser end broken off. they are stomping their feet and wiggling slightly. a quiet *clack clack clack* can be heard in time with the stomping -

 

Mmm... have you tried biological weapons? I haven't been in that game for quite some time, but I'd be willing to make an exception for a being that causes nothing but misery and shows no inclination to repent.

-he carefully stays well away from Unicron-

 

[Unicron smirks, optics narrowed to vicious slits.]
Seafood makes a good entrée.

[He inclines his head, accepting the compliment.]

[He similarly holds his distance, carefully]

 

...we could go punch him?

-She smacks a fist into her open palm.-

 

I am normally not inclined to involve myself in the affairs oforganics, but... The idea is tempting.

 

Do you think Cthulhu can cry?

 

Uh, sure.
[Botbot receives an autograph in Mysterion's terrible fourth grade handwriting.]

Well, Mint-Berry Crunch used his alien mint and berry powers to send Cthulhu back to R'lyeh, but even that didn't kill him. Only other gods are capable of truly killing him.

 

-Lacuna jazzhands at Unicron, raising an eyebrow.-

 

We do seem to have an excess of those floating around here.

 

I do not know. But Scientists everywhere would like to know and who am I to deny such a simple request for information.

[He laughs, a low rumbling.]
Alright. I will indulge this. The worst that can happen is chaos after all.
[His optics sparkle with amusement as he offers her a clawed hand. Travel through space and time involves physical contact if he is to take someone along.]

 

Unicron probably could, but i'd imagine it would be a close fight.

That's true, but i don't think cthulhu is hanging around here as well