shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

Well?..Do you intend to shoot him or not?

There is a Nothing to be acquired from doing so, and you currently have everything but Nothings.

 

...You know, my kind isn't actually demonic...not anything of the sort. We were originally entirely manmade, brought to life by the denizens of the interdimensional rift I originated from. Each of my mind were polished with daggers of diamond to a brilliant sheen. In those gorey days a revolver would enter a court on a silk pillow.
...
After the first generation was born, we were ushered into private theaters, where we were taught morality with instructional videos.

Every life is precious, they said. We were weapons with moral discretion.

Well, they would eat those words soon enough. Crime rate increased dramatically as more and more murders occurred. They melted almost all of us down in a desperate bid to bring it back down. It was genocide. All of my brothers and sisters. Gone. I changed a lot of hands since then. Killed a lot of the rift's denizens, but our population never recovered.

>_>

<_<

You may all judge me as you wish, but no one stays sane after something like that.

Every life is precious, they said. That's why each life I take is so damn satisfying. And it's why I'm really itching to kill someone now.

Did you like that story? :D I hope you did.

 

...Not because they outmeme you?

 

Not particularly.

 

If you want a confetti gun, I'm sure I have one somewhere!

Glitter makes a better weapon, though!

 

It Was About As Convincing As Eridans Story

Which Is To Say Not Convincing At All

 

It was certainly enlightening. Thanks for sharing.

 

* Wow, you still enjoy every kill?
* I guess the novelty doesn't wear of so fast, when each one is different...

 

Wow you still kill? I guess the novelty doesn't wear of so fast when you don't care about intel.

 

* Nope!
* I'm... hmm, how should I put it?
* I'm reformed.
* You can only kill everyone so many times before it gets boring! ;P
* ...
* And besides that...
* I really... don't want to anymore.

 

And why WOULD you? There IS a certain pride and elegance in achieving your goals without getting energon on your OWN hands. Right?

 

* Oh, it was just something to do.
* The way things were back then...
* I couldn't do the things I really wanted to do.
* So I entertained myself! Any way I could.
* Any way at all.
* But you're right about that.
* It was a lot more enjoyable, finding ways to make people fight each other. ;P
* Knowing exactly how to push their buttons...
* Uh, is that insensitive of me?
* Saying "buttons"?
* Since you're a robot and all.
* I don't want to give an even worse impression.

 

-grins and pokes one of the buttons next to the radar screen on his chest-
Nah, you're ALL good. Buttons and everything, no offense about THAT. Though Primus how does a flower as TINY as you kill anyone? You DON'T exactly look like a combat frame type you know?

 

Wow frag you, being small doesn't make someone less dangerous >:(

 

* That's exactly how, silly goose!
* I smiled and looked friendly and unthreatening...
* So nobody ever suspected it!
* The looks of shock and betrayal as I surrounded them in an inescapable ring of bullets...
* Well.
* Almost nobody. :/

 

-reboots vocalizer politely-
Combat frame types mean nothing in this day and age. But I do agree Flowey is exceptionally... diminutive.

Why you would betray yours, though, is not something I can quite grasp.

 

I like your colorscheme kiddo!

Bullets are SO overrated. Really hard to make it look like an accident that way.

 

:D Thanks!

...hey, we do match, don't we? :D

 

im vworking on it, im vworking on it.

 

By Primus, kiddo, I THINK we DO!
Well the shades're a LITTLE off between the two of us, but green and black, yep.