shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

-laughs- I've said my piece about your excuse for a beard. I generally go off of what's on offer, keeps me under the radar after I pissed off the soul chickens.

 

hey, my name's not arbitrary. unfortunately. fucking asshole self-satisfied bitch high off her own superior intelligence ...

(Her full name is Redux Castor. Who invited Twin Twin?)

 

A grub, but not a troll.

 

???

 

The infant stage of genies, humans and many other aliens.

 

???????

 

Do you know the story of the god with a thousand names? -there's an odd, dreamlike note to her voice. An unsettling intensity, or perhaps an unsettling lack thereof-

 

What you are when you first come out of the nook or hatch out of the egg or whatever.

 

uh-huh. mm-hm. and youre sure these 'babies' actually exist?

 

*deep sigh* Yeeeeeesss.

 

i think i...uh...left something. somevwhere else.

*He might be slowly backing away.*

 

Was it a baby?

 

sure.

 

So, there aren't any babies or grubs in Cronus World?

 

[he's fascinated, but wary, and immediately turns off the showy, attention seeking persona in favor of acting a shade more serious. to match, his coat stops sparkling]

Tell me the story? I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar.

 

vwhat?

 

*the baby is here to save the day*

 

*He's still blind. The baby changes nothing.*

 

So, there aren't any babies or grubs where you live?

 

*is now crying loudly*