shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

[DON'T CALL ME BOBBY.]

 

[done. anything else?]

 

Chosen. You. Really?

Grimdark?

 

[vwhy else vwould they givwe me unlimited eldritch powvers, ultimate knowvledge of the dark arts, and basically the potential to defeat lord english and givwe it to no one else?]

[see abovwe.]

 

[OUT OF ALL THE POTENTIAL FATED CHOICES HE WAS THE MOST DISPOSABLE.]

 

They rolled a die and it landed on you, perhaps?

 

[BUT MY BOSS IS DEAD SO I DON'T HAVE TO PUT UP WITH YOU ANYMORE.]

 

*laughs* That's Cronus alright.

 

-full on cackles-

 

[no.]

 

[no.]

[wvho evwen are you? i hope you suffer in hell.]

[vwe can vwork this out. YOU need ME. the big man is killing your species off vwith ease, but im strong enough to help you. youre nothing vwithout my help. havwe fun dying slowly and painfully along vwith evwery other horrorterror in existence.]

 

*Cronus is flicked with a tentacle the size of an office building.*

 

*Rip GrimCro, 2016.*

 

Ow, the Edge(tm).

 

[MORTALS GET TOO EASILY ATTACHED.]

 

hey, i resemble that remark. (reed wipes the eye-blood away with the corner of her trenchcoat) oh hell no this is too gross to deal with.

((edit: whoops pretend this was a reed post))

 

You resemble a remark? I hope not, remarks are generally insubstantial. Also, hello, that is blood. Uh. Do you. . . want to. . . borrow my eyes?

 

-approaches with a jar of something, head tilted. The glasses-stealing raven is still on her shoulder-

 

sure is! and holy shit no!

what is that. (scratches the lower edge of her eye with a fingernail, critically examines the dried blood it accumulates)

 

Stops bleeding.