shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

hey, kid. do you not understand howv a truce vworks? i dont bring up your past, you dont keep making snide little comments about vwhat a horrible person i supposedly am. one of us hasnt been keeping up their end of the bargain, and it aint me.

 

This liminal space is quite dissimilar to the rift of my origination. Any action taken against another falls into an ambiguous state, where the action's success or failure remains uncertain until a decision is made by the unseen entity in control of the target of the action. The clatterings on the keyboards of each enigmatic being in the extended forum breathes life into our beings, directly creating our Words, our Fates, and the entirety of our Essences.

The likelihood that whatever puppeteer controlling my dear partner is as witless and grotesquely crude as he is astronomically low.

The probability that yours would allow my bullets to reach you are even lower.

The odds that any walloping most epic you deliver upon him would be utterly droll are completely certain.

So what do you have to lose?

 

hey, arent you supposed to be on MY side?

 

In battle, yes. Something that you have yet to get into even once.

So I decided to take it upon myself to do you a favor and get you a fight myself! ^ ^

 

*unimpressed stare* I know. But I reckon the guns in your dimension are one of the really unusual things about it.

 

...But I don't know how to keep up to it when you keep changing the rules. You said I couldn't compare you to Sal anymore, and I'm not. But then later you said I'm also not allowed bring up the fact that you defended him, and now you're saying I'm not allowed to talk about how uncomfortable you make me.

 

I don't think he's gonna stop changing them, as long as he can set out ones that give him the advantage.

 

Your Puppeteer's side, however, yes. They have good taste in making you out to be an utter fool.

You have become the mockery of this rave.

 

They do a fine job of it, indeed.

 

my vwhat.

 

I am afraid I must shatter @the fourth wall and point out that the game I originate from would be what is considered in "acid trip" by real world standards.

Guns are one of the few things that resemble anything based in this reality.

 

Your puppeteer, partner. Their moniker suggests an affinity for one of the trolls by the name of Pyrope, as well as an affinity for anthropomorphic animals, rooted in a particularly bizarre subculture that is both terrible and wonderful at the same time.

 

sup

 

A talking gun with opinions on furries. Now that's weird.

 

So+ I spend a day catching up o+n a sewing pro+ject o+f mine and co+me back to+ find this. Wo+w.

 

Cro+nus Ampo+ra we need to+ have a talk.

 

for the LAST TIME, i nevwer said i vwas interested in animal-fucking in any vway. ALL i said vwas that its not that bad.

 

Yeah, see? This? This right here pro+ves that we need to+ have a talk.

 

I'm no+t go+ing to+ say that yo+ur respo+nse to+ that wasn't sickening because it is. I will say that it is the least o+f my pro+blems with yo+ur behavio+r in the last co+uple o+f ho+urs tho+ugh.

 

You think that implying you wanted to fuck animals was the worst thing you did? Really?