shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

BYE

 

"Why would I say that?" Ford sighs. "I don't want you to feel guilty. I want you to be happy someday. That's not the same thing."

 

Didn't say you'd want me to. More suggesting that you'd go "Oh that might be that you're feeling guilty and, oh no, you don't have to because of this thing I'll do some day somehow that will HELP MAKE THINGS NOT SHIT".

I'm not projecting. I swear to fuck.

 

I will turn in fifteen more bright, beautiful boys to the Empire and not bat a lash.

 

How deep can I dig this hole.

 

D --> I have woken up before to e%actly this
D --> It is not a pleasant e%perience

 

N9, n9, n9, n9, n9, n9. N9.

Please tell me this is an9ther 9ne 9f the descendant cl9ne things.

 

D --> I am supposedly descended from E%ecutor Darkleer
D --> I am unsure of what relevance this is

 

APPLY DEDUCTIVE REASONING DIRECTLY TO THE FRONTPAN, EQUIUS, YOU SWEATY OAF

 

D --> Am I missing something important
D --> E%plain why there is an emaciated instance of the other Vantus in front of us

 

*Stoned giggling*

 

THIS IS THE ONE YOUR DARKLEER E%ecuted, DINGDONG. CHECK THIS SHIT OUT, I'M A REAL SHERLOCK

IF ADOLESCENT HERETIC KANKRI GOT PUBLICLY EXECUTED, AND YOUR ANCESTOR IS A GIANT SLAB OF HOOFBEAST FLESH CALLED EXECUTOR, THEN?????? COME THE FUCK ON, MAN

 

Well shit.

 

D --> Wait
D --> You are saying that this is The Signless
D --> He doesn't e%actly convey the caliber of presence one would e%pect from a rebel leader
D --> In that case, other Vantus, I must shamefully admit that I am not capable of using an E%ecutor's bow
D --> They all snap when I try to use them
[ Equius produces a bow, which he immediately snaps in half trying to fire.]

 

An old woman appears in the Rave; short, trim, with white hair braided back into one thick braid that almost reaches the floor. Grey, sharp eyes that feel like they see right through you. She's in a richly embroidered dress that was probably black when it was new, but is now a dull dark grey. A tall walking-staff in her hands, though she doesn't lean on it heavily.

"Trinity! What do we have here?" she asks, in a voice you perceive as very upper-class. The Queen of England level of upper-class. Whatever that comes across as in your language.

Kinzi laughs. "I bet that great-granddaughter of mine is responsible somehow ..."

 

-she has fallen down a set of stairs in the distance. a swear in high kens is heard-

 

D --> Do not worry
D --> I had since prohibited Aurthour from having that many vegan burritos before sleeping
D --> He is also dead at the moment

 

What the fuck is this Troll Pride and Prejudice shit.