The vortex, a place where worlds and their inhabitants go to die, where the fallen are given a second chance.
In this vortex, there is a path that leads to the city of the vortex queen, it is said that she will grant a wish to whoever overcomes the trials of this path. But the greatest danger is not the trials, but two evil forces, known as the witches of doom, sworn enemies of the queen and the witches of salvation.
You are a newcomer to the vortex, you remember where you were before but you don't know when you arrived here, you just woke up among the ruins of several forgotten and dead worlds. Will you face the trials of the vortex?
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roleplay of dead roles and dead characters yes, I was also inspired by The Wizard of Oz
>name >original role >appearance >background
combat system
roll 1d20 for narrative actions, the higher the roll, the more successful it will be. The harder the action, the higher the roll must be to succeed. Battles are won by strategy.
>name Liam All, one of many names by which this non-individual individual is known.
>origin role OP is a faggot Stairway to Heaven, Tetris (off camera). He also shows up in the literature club to drop lore while he was locked in the time chamber.
>appearance Behold! The witness of all. Mother and Father. Alpha and Omega. The very vessel of our souls and minds. The One Entity.
This incarnation presents physically as an adult man of about 1.80 meters tall, a standard weight for his height; pale skin covered in combat medals and red eyes without eyebrows, because the lack of eyebrows demonstrates divinity. A warrior, this specific one comes from a world burdened by war, at least in his time when he was alive.
>background In all existing reality, mortals are made of a thinking mind, an ethereal soul constituted of energy, and a physical body of flesh or other. Flesh, physical forms, at some point gained consciousness in the immensity of its existence and, after an eternity in the omnipresent cuckchair observing the ramblings of physical beings, decided to join the party with different avatars without the power or consciousness of being, well, a "God".
<Liam All (Love) Disfigured from birth and with missing parts, a human man grows up in repudiation to become the strongest warrior his world has ever produced until his death where a deep darkness takes his body and memories, giving birth to a new individual. <Nes (Stillness) Not a man, a very tall immortal far removed from social norms. Sword in hand, just a mere wanderer who liked to drink tea in the forest and have the occasional chat with travelers. <Slash (Feminine) A shapeshifter in search of the meaning of life, dedicated to the service and protection of her master in space misadventures. Perhaps that is the meaning of life, taking care of what we love. <Kas (Wisdom) From a tribe of wise magi, a human child destined for greatness. With a star map drawn on his body, he traveled the world to find himself and at some point return to unify his lands under a single flag. <Shamsir (Nature) A traveler of both human and animal blood on an odyssey to discover that the chains binding everyone can be broken, creating from the remains fertilizer for better plants that can feed everyone equally. <Sofía (War) A young immortal poisoned by darkness who found her place in the world fighting for a simple life and extending her only hand to others, because at some point a hand was extended to her. <Išo, son of Yuosia (Grace) The humble human carpenter who once sacrificed his existence with the help of his equals to take with him a giant evil that fed on men. Unfortunately, his figure was used to continue dividing men instead of uniting them.
Many lives, many deaths, but in the end he remained something that belongs nowhere. Thus we go far ahead (or back) in time where he tried to seize the power of all realities and put a stop to all this existing madness, an action that cost him total banishment to an infinite dimension for a long time until two nuns and a chud got him out of there to obtain his help because a metrosexual wizard got in a bad mood because his girlfriend was killed and now he was turning the extended multiverse upside down with his buddy the Asura.
Too many behind-the-scenes things later and a role that didn't end because autism runs out, he ended up in this place like a lost object in Neverland. Realities and their workings are a mystery.
Of course he has a power that goes beyond imagination, being able to use all elements, modify reality, change his physiognomy, create pocket dimensions, and a long etcetera of bullshit that, unfortunately, is limited by dice as it should be. No matter the self-awareness, you will always be stuck to the established rules of a powerful 1d20.
1d20 = 15
More out-of-character background, I'm tired of writing nonsense.I probably won't roll turns very often, I hope that's not a problem, nigger.
>>6720 >>125969 >someone who lived many lives without an end >and someone who couldn't even begin to live >both of them are now here, in the vortex >they awaken on a floating island >everything around them floats and spins >but there is a path >a yellow bridge that goes as far as the eye can see >on the horizon, a larger island than this one >in front of you appears a light >from this emerges a girl with horse ears
<??? Hello, Colombia. I am, or rather was, the favorite ecuestrian loquenderia of the duelists: Goldship123. As one of the witches of salvation, my duty is to guide you through the vortex. All you have to do is follow the yellow path. Yes, it has been seen, but it was the only color available. But be careful, there are dangers out there. Unfortunately I cannot help you because I'll be busy fighting against the witches of the corruption, so good luck, and take this with you.
>before leaving, the loquendera gives a copy of Pot of Greed to each of them >but will it be of any use?
To be or not to be, those are the words that always abound when it comes to this "being," so to speak. One could not say it IS because it has no mind, nor does it have a soul, it just is, it exists as a paradox, a will of flesh trying to imitate something it is not.
Here we are now, bound to physical worlds and ephemeral experiences that enchant mortals. There he was, with his face planted on the ground until he finally stands up to immediately... feel. Almost immediately he vomits blood onto floors he cannot see.
>Liam All Blegh
Yes, you should never drink that much on holidays. I'm going to call you a taxi.
>Liam All You... Blegh
Dark red blood mixed with saliva. Why was he vomiting? Obviously not from excess alcohol, but from an infinite pain of existing physically, being "mortal" and being aware that, in reality, he is not. A single physical body cannot contain this will.
With unimaginable physical pain, blind, without an arm, without a tongue, without a shadow, but with many questions, too many. He finishes spitting out the blood and straightens up, wiping his mouth and clothes as he walks on the ground. It was clear that, being the very embodiment of physical forms and able to make and unmake at will, he could repair his body, but there are people who like to suffer just because.
>Liam All That wasn't so bad. Where am I? I can't... I can't... feel everything.
You are, that's all that matters. And now you are flesh and blood like Pinocchio, a real boy.
>Liam All I always was, I'm just trapped now... as always.
Yes, yes. If you want to cry, cry.
With a rather deep voice, his face shows no visible expression and he speaks without moving his lips, the words just appear as if he were writing or didn't need them to be understood.
He cannot truly see from his eyes, but he feels through the earth, through the wind, through the water, he sees the souls in every depth and feels the nearby bodies that are, well, himself. There was another person here and this person was going through their emo teenage phase, so it was better to leave them to their things, after all, they can't even understand their own children going through that stage. Beyond a bridge of color he cannot perceive, and further away there is more land. Was it day? Was it night? Was there a sky? Was it cold? That is irrelevant to higher beings, our minds fill in the gaps to give way to existence.
From one moment to the next, a woman appears to give explanations, emerging directly from a light that appears in front of these two lieutenants of the abstract. Tall, athletic, and with a dueling disk.
>Liam All What am I seeing, darling? It's a mare.
>Liam All What am I looking at, honey?
As the horse speaks, Liam reaches under his cloak to pull out an apple, one that is actually part of his body, a piece of flesh turned into a green fruit.
It's strange for a horse to talk, and strange is what it mentions. It was confusing for the man, but now he can understand Jarnestio better, the poor bastard must have been a sea of questions with few answered. When one is a God, questions answer themselves, not like now that he is a piece of flesh.
Goldship123, witch of salvation and loquendera who will guide them through this unknown land, immediately after saying she can't help them because she'll be fighting other witches. Literally Publius Vergilius Maro in the fanfic The Divine Comedy. Busy people.
>Liam All Horse calling sounds
He holds out the apple and makes sounds to get its attention. He didn't pay much attention to what the woman was saying because she's senile or simply delirious from chronic pain in all her nerves. That is, until he realizes this isn't a horse, its physique doesn't match that of a quadruped... It's very tall.
>Liam All Wait, you're not a horse.
Nah, it's a woman with a headband with long ears and a buttplug behind. I hope your parents taught you well not to talk to these kinds of perverts.
Whether she accepted the apple or not, an object remains in his hand that he feels with his fingers. Every corner, every tiny detail of plain cardboard because the luxury of glitter is only reserved for the busty, most obsessed fat people; here we are humble with our blue-eyed dragon, our fierce knight Gaia, and our bricked deck in every duel, but we believe in the heart of the cards and that's what matters.
>Liam All Thanks? Good luck with your witches then.
And just as she appeared, the loquendo woman despawns, leaving more questions than answers in the air. What was all this about? What is the vortex? Liam All didn't read the initial post, and for someone previously omnipresent, he's more lost than (insert funny and clever reference here).
So, are you just going to leave like that?
>Liam All Realities are a mystery even to me or you, there is much that escapes us like the wind running through our hands. Asking questions at this point is useless, just go with the flow.
https://youtu.be/rwHv2XlIC_w?si=ey0YQ1PkDMMwsiVl▶ And so the man walks straight towards the bridge, not before storing the mysterious card in his cloak and calling the mysterious bitch with his hand to follow him, they weren't going to leave her there reciting poetry to nothingness.
Well, a bridge is better than a damn staircase, let me tell you.
>>126066 >>6724 The vortex, a strange place Across the bridge they must cross To find answers Islands they see floating all around Ruins from one side to the other wander The current takes care of carrying Stories that could not finish Through the current they can only wander A current that doesn't stop dragging them Here their journey has just begun
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>if they decide to cross the bridge, they arrive at another floating island >on this one, there are ruined skyscrapers >but before they can do anything, they are surprised by something falling from one of those buildings >a kind of giant monster, with black crystals along its body >the monster roars, ready to attack >it tries to lash them with its tail
As they often say: “It's always better to fight a random monster before talking to the NPCs.” That was what Nietzsche wrote in Also sprach Zarathustra, therefore you follow his words and ideas.
The female horse retreats, the green apple had returned to its immaculate body because this one didn't accept it, and now had a letter with a jar-faced vase and a girl who could be or could not be real. In the end of the day, what is real?
>Liam All What a rude lady.
Ignored as always, only left to interact with the doll that erased his file, therefore this last post is the only thread that keeps her in reality... That must be how one feels when burning their birth certificate.
<Good day
A slow, very slow communication. For someone who each miserable second is ten thousand years, two days for that is a torture, but nevertheless he was standing there waiting, facing that physical form with both eyes closed because in any case he cannot see with them. Patience is a great virtue, one cannot go crazy because in the end of the day there is no mind. Consequently, since he is so fast he has to move as slow as everyone else, play by their rules.
>Liam All Hello sweetheart. Did you see the Colombian horse woman too?
Obviously yes, he also gave her a letter. What was important now was to walk, so he invites her to walk with the same gesture as the previous turn. His bare feet move across the terrain.
<You... Your? The number of amalgamations that make up him look like a existence better defined than anything in this world. May I ask what has brought you to a place abstract as this?
>Liam All Do you believe? People always get confused when I talk about my existence, they are not used to the convergence or to being everywhere at the same time. ... It's strange because right now I am not everywhere, I am just here and now.
The vortex of chance had left him in a physical body somewhere in the Multiverse™.
>Liam All What is it that I am doing here? Plainly being another victim of the phantom chance like everyone else. Or, better said, I also wonder. I don't know, but maybe not knowing the answer to something is the true answer.
There were questions even for the most elevated, but making it easy, he was simply chosen to make his cameo in this role and that's it.
>Liam All I am Liam, Liam All. What is your name, flower? Why are you here?
Thus the duo advances through ruins of lost, known and yet to be known worlds. Hopefully there will be a cameo of the fat fatty.
~•~
In a very little descriptive walk but with non-diegetic music, they cross the yellow paint bridge without any problems and arrive at what seems to be a ruined city. Very big buildings that touch the clouds, but not in their best moment. There is not a single soul around here.
>Liam All This place looks like a cemetery, I can't detect anyone else besides the giant monster that is about to break our ribs.
I hope you've paid life insurance.
The black monster appears falling from a skyscraper, the wind of the impact making the pale man's cape and hair dance. The monster then roars and attacks, however Liam All stays standing in place without moving because he is an unmovable object and it's doubtful that this creature is a real threat.
>Liam All (Well, at some point it will get tired of hitting.)
1d20 = 6
He does nothing.
Sorry for the delay, the chon and his things. Happy new year to both.
>>126119 >>6726 >the monster roars again after making them fly into a building >the building collapses on top of you >but they are still alive >very hurt, but still alive >the monster declares them dead and jumps off to another island >it's likely they'll have to face it again later
...
>a little while after that they became unconscious >when they woke up, someone removed the debris
<??? S-are you new here? And-I've been here for so long that...even developed powers I didn't have in life...
>she seems timid and a bit nervous >but if she's been here for so long, maybe it's for a reason >she moves the debris aside and helps them stand up
<??? M-my name is Liz...Lizeth Chandler. Are you that pot of greed? I-think I know where you're going...and how to help you
>she points to an island not too far off the yellow path
<Lizbeth There...there they'll give you something in exchange for that letter
Who knows, maybe if he looks back he can find her. Or should I say up, I don't know contemplating the flow of time is difficult when you are not part of it. You live tomorrow and yesterday; I live only the present moment.
>The accomplished fact is dragged by a present that flees from the observer's endeavor, but it weighs on his destiny. >Behind such melancholy of the eternal flow of things of the illusory Heraclitus, lies the tragedy of immobility >The feeling of being trapped in a bubble, unable to recognize the feelings and presences of others... >Thinking as if they were the product of your own imagination... >The "I" that is in me, dwells in the house of silence, and there it will remain forever, unnoticed, unapproachable. >A quick glance at my surroundings, the next thing was to devour some pieces of nothing >Turning the corner, all I wanted was to find an answer to my suffering
Believe what? Few beings know the reason for their existence and many who know it refuse to accept it. If I ever had a name, I forgot it along with my reason for being. If I had to define who I am, I would say that I am part of a tiny and broken particle of this world, I am a space, a number, a word, perhaps a silence, a sign, a cigarette, a crucifix, a song, an unfinished poem, I am nothing that has not been before, nor a now, nor a then.
>Beings that they don't want to see but do want to give an opinion on >Their cynical voices resound to frequent lies with enthusiasm and knead them until they take shape. >They cry out for opportunism, not opportunities >They demand to become executioners, not to stop being victims. >They proudly inherit the sins of those they constantly condemn, and then forget >They forget so quickly that their steps turn back on themselves, leaving them alone. >But there is no voice of conscience to hear, for it was devoured by greed which, far from being satisfied, keeps on swallowing. >They are perverse, as much as you or I, who far from raising our voice against them, only distinguish their dangerous opinions by calling it freedom of speech.
>It's 2026 and we're in a taxi on the way to a hole >We've been told a lot about this hole because it's secret and deep. >As we go deeper, the landscape is flooded by a thin layer of silk >The walls of the rectum change color and the air becomes palpable, it's hot and whispers. >And as the light appears, everything mirrors the same scene >In the same way, again and again >On mundane theaters where gods mock >The tragic comedy of the never-ending.
Good morning, you're still alive, whoever you are. A beautiful existence we have here, but it doesn't seem like much more can help us.
>The hand that moves them condemns them >The hand that shows them the way directs them to perdition. >Like Virgil's guide, which, even being light, leads to the heart of the abyss. >I perfectly conceive the disorder, the girl who looks at girls and boys looks at me >And in the steps of the other go mine, participants in an orchestra without instruments >Fill the rest with more quotes from authors I never read.
Even with his serene face like a summer pond, he felt somewhat confused by the words of the young girl who might or might not be real. He only just realized that he himself also speaks in these mystical ways, like talking to a philosopher who has too much questionable-quality wine on him.
Offrol, that was the reason there was only a single post, but on the other hand he was interacting with past events, so his existence was a paradox... like everyone else's.
Liam All scratches his head, full of that dark hair, and then proceeds to answer in this past event with his calm tone.
>Liam All You remind me a bit of my daughter, young girls are a bit complicated to understand. ... You too.
I am not a teenager.
It couldn't be any other way; even higher beings have family problems.
He adds nothing more to the conversation, leaving everything hanging in the air of the vortex they are in and will find themselves in. He wasn't going to explain his point of view where nothing has a reason to exist and we are all under the eyes of an immensely indifferent universe, or that we are all an illusion of the collective imagination. It wasn't the time for that.
~•~ ~•~ ~•~
There was this giant monster, and there were also the two of them being mere spectators. He could see very well that tail moving centimeter by centimeter in a camera that was too slow, very slow but at the same time very sure, accumulating along the way a devastating force that would surely kill anyone.
>Liam All (The game of waiting is very fun.)
In all this time he had too many things to think about, however everything escapes, it goes out through his ears like that water that gets stuck somewhere when one goes to the beach. Simply he was there, "watching" still; a statue of flesh.
The impact is also too slow; the sensation of the giant tail doesn't feel bad at all on his physical form. Pain is a great driving force, and while all his human bones are turned into puree, he can feel that this creature is something more than a simple monster and that the crystals might have something to do with it.
Now he was in a slow, free, and shattered flight straight toward a building. The physical pain wasn't superior to what he already had as a base, however this one felt better; it was an exact reminder of mortality. There was a certain pleasure, yes.
>Liam All (This being is a hard hitter.)
And like a fly against a window, he crashes against the wall, although instead of bouncing he goes right through them. Liam All turns into a dark red goo that we must censor because otherwise they'll shut down the program. Liam All dies... if he could die in this way in the first place.
A happy ending.
The building falls, the creature roars in victory and disappears with tremors over the ground.
>Liam All (That was easy.)
Without "looking" much at the surroundings, the pieces of body move to cover him with rubble as if he were tucking himself in with clean sheets. His "eyes" close simulating sleep. He couldn't worry much about the doll girl either because she doesn't seem to have received any damage.
~•~ ~•~ ~•~
Like a vampire, he waited eons trapped in his own thoughts. It's like when you want to go to sleep at a time that doesn't correspond to you, tossing and turning in bed until falling into dreams and then remembering nothing of what was thought in that dead time, only that he couldn't sleep.
So his death would pass until the forgotten and blood-stained rubble of the red corpse is removed little by little, one by one, giving in turn more waiting. It wouldn't take too long until he could feel the entity that the first thing it asks is if they were new instead of: "You've been beaten up by a kaiju, are you okay?". <A-are you new here? I-I've been here f-for so long that... I even d-developed powers I didn't have in l-life...
That last part implied this girl was dead. Was this the afterlife? Did something like that even exist?
The rubble kept falling until finally their bodies were free from the cold yoke of the stone. They could surely free themselves, but people must act, otherwise existence would be too boring.
>Liam All Are you dead? I feel you too alive.
The man couldn't stay forever as a pile of minced meat, so blood and flesh began to rejoin to form the same man as before, only this time developing functional eyes and a tongue he wouldn't use. The sound of reconstruction was quite unpleasant, even looking at it was quite unpleasant. In the end, he was reconstructed with his clothes impeccable.
Once complete, his new eyes looked at those present. There was this young girl who had helped them, and also the doll she could now observe better. He looked very deeply, looking at the here and the beyond. Old embers of bonds; he couldn't do anything but smile because he had once felt that way too.
<M-my name is Liz...Lizeth Chandler. Is that a pot of greed? I-I think I know where you're going...and how to help you
>Liam All One could say we are new, yes. It's a pleasure to meet you, Liz, I am Liam All.
His eyes and smile returned to this girl from some role he couldn't quite place now, but the important thing was that she had seen the card "pot of greed" through her inventories, urging them to follow more yellow paths like a current video game.
Liam All Come on, daughter, the second person who crosses our path and you want to kick her out? If she's very pretty, look.
He approaches the young girl and pulls on her cheeks like a grandfather with his granddaughter. His hands are incredibly cold, almost frozen because his blood doesn't move inside his body, yet one can feel paternal affection in the touch. In the end, he ends up hugging her by the shoulder to look back at the doll.
>Liam All Besides, it would be good to have a guide. You wouldn't want to be so rude to the girl who saved us, would you?
He shakes her a bit before turning to her under his icy pressure.
>Liam All What do you say, do you want to help us?
Anyway, it was up to Lizeth to follow them or not; it wasn't like she could control her body and make her follow them.
Be that as it may, they had no choice but to walk back to the shop where you exchange duel cards and Pokémon cards, hopefully with dividends since at this moment they are poor.
~•~ ~•~ ~•~
On the road as dead as always and with a Schrödinger Lizeth, the tall man of violent times proceeded to share what he had seen. It was undoubtedly interesting, and better than walking in silence on a single-colored route.
>Liam All I've seen well what you are now that I have eyes. You lack someone, someone who isn't there. Where is she you loved? Did you really love her? Love is a rather... earthly feeling.
He walks with his gaze forward and speaks without speaking as before. Honestly, I have no idea what this guy is saying.
Mature up, faggot. Nobody here is your friend, let alone your girlfriend.
>Liam All Yes, surely you're not a teenager... Don't be so rough with this girl, please, she didn't do anything wrong. Messing with people like that for free isn't funny.
>>6728 it seems she speaks your language >a rhyme without a hook >that flies like a dove >and with a sweet aroma
>>6729 >the journey continues >what's going through your mind? >there are no signs of the beast right now >at least they have a new companion
... >eventually they arrive at the next island >here there's a sort of armory >it's attended by a woman who, if you look closer, seems to be made of crystal
<??? Welcome to the vortex armory. My name is Howlita, I've left here once before, and it changed me. Those cards they're carrying are coupons for two free weapons, what are they going to take?
put whatever you want and I'll make up an effect for it >here someone receives them
<You remind me a bit of my daughter, young girls are something complicated to understand.
(¿...?)
"You should hurry to get out of here if you think about her so much." Desu~
Winks a couple of times before responding. Although it's a comparison, it's rare to be treated as the relative of another person... She would ask more questions, but her memory doesn't allow her to discuss a topic for very long. Normally it's like that, but for some reason the world seemed to refuse to erase her previous "self"
<I am not a teenager.
"I don't think I am either. I've lived here a long time, my death and birth repeat endlessly making the concept of age useless." Desu~
(Oh, I had forgotten this entity is composed of more entities.)
She barely notices the other girl accompanying them. For a second she thinks it's a reflection, but it's been a while since her appearances have matched.
<Come on daughter, the second person who gets in our way and you want to throw her out? If she's very pretty, look.
( Daughter?)
"Maybe she hasn't noticed. A deck requires 40 cards, assembling it the girl could be useful. Although I doubt you're willing to play such childish games, besides we don't have motorcycles." Desu~
She tilts her head at that nickname and then looks at the duelist. Two pots of greed don't form a deck... No, when they're banned!
<Plus it would be good to have a guide. You wouldn't want to be so rude with the girl who saved us, would you?
"Did she? There's no bar indicating damage, it would be strange to receive it from an enemy of that kind." Desu~
She feels the air above her head looking for any sign of injuries, even though she searches she can't find anything.
"More so, since this was previously defeated." Desu~
BRS and their henchmen must have been hit too hard to end up here. The puppet doesn't know about that, but somehow she senses it...
<I've seen well what you are now that I have eyes. You're missing someone, someone who isn't here. Where is the one you loved? Did you really love her? Love is a feeling quite... earthly.
(¿..?)
The puppet's gaze loses itself among all the present and not so present. Her eyes, or rather her consciousness, scan the reality looking for the recipient of those words... If they're meant for someone, that being doesn't inhabit this place...
"Excuse me, who are you talking to? I see the threads just like you, but I don't recommend interacting with whoever moves them. When a puppeteer observes too much, others like him end up coming." Desu~
She takes one of the thin strings holding her and breaks it, quickly the thread reattaches... The action repeats a couple of times more to show the uselessness of that activity...
"I see you're good with swords, but what about scissors? Someone of your companions must have used them." Desu~
The armor gem receives them, very bored as she begs for work. In her current form (or maybe the next one) the puppet is inclined to ask for a cutting tool. For some vague feeling, it comes to her mind that Howlita must have interacted with someone who enjoyed using threads and scissors.
Yes, worlds keep spinning, universes expand and contract whether anyone's watching or not, lives go on without outside eyes, but not for your Multiverse™. Our Multiverse™, unfortunately I also come from it.
<You should hurry and leave this place if you're thinking about her so much.
>Liam All (I wish things were that simple, little one.)
His multiverse had reset according to the canonical ending of the unfinished Stairway to Heaven, therefore his daughter and everyone he'd known no longer existed... Or at least not in the same form. It's like the ending of Stone Ocean but first-worlder style, and he was Emporio Alniño. But there's nothing to fear because surely this guy >>6721 makes a decent product with the purchased licenses. You should always trust Disney.
But well, mortals solve mortal problems according to this guy. In the end he wasn't on any side, now standing here talking to a doll.
<I don't think I am either. I inhabited this place long ago, my death and birth repeat endlessly making the concept of age useless.
>Liam All Well, at least we have that in common. It's known that time is nothing more than an illusion and everything converges at a single point, just like the creation of a universe.
No wonder they were now speaking in the past.
<(Oh, I had forgotten this entity is composed of multiple entities.)
I'm not the same as this guy, we're completely different entities with completely different minds. I also don't have a physical form.
>Liam All Everyone thinks they're separate entities...
Enough of the past already, this is just delaying the inevitable: Changing cards.
~•~ ~•~ ~•~
People here rhymed too much, not important since they'd just been wiped out by a kaiju from some role he didn't grasp right now. Anyway it didn't matter much whether he knew or not.
<Maybe you haven't noticed. A deck requires 40 cards; the girl could be useful in building one. Although I highly doubt you'd be willing to play such childish games, plus we don't have motorcycles.
Motorcycles are a primary necessity for playing Japanese Magic in season three... Really, GX is the best because waifu Kali Yubel appears, but we won't discuss this now since it's irrelevant and this is only here to fill characters.
>Liam All You said she developed powers; having a deck like you mention would be a bonus. And no, I'm not willing because I don't know how to play, and I also don't think young people should be since they shouldn't be riding motorcycles.
He speaks, his voice and face remaining calm. The truth is, kids shouldn't be racing and playing cards at the same time, not even playing just to get sent to the shadow realm. Why does that game even exist?
<Did she? There's no health bar indicating damage; it'd be strange to receive it from that kind of enemy.
>Liam All He freed us from the rubble, didn't he? I don't know about saving, but at least helping.
<More so, considering this one was previously defeated.
>Liam All Uh?
His nonexistent eyebrows shoot in opposite directions upon hearing that, quickly turning to look at the duelist to see if she can explain any of this. He, someone who was previously omnipresent, should know the hell where this creature came from, but apparently suffered brain damage upon arrival since he also knew nothing about the young Lizbeth and her peculiar mint-green hair.
Either way, he senses some beef between these two he can't understand, teenage stuff, but regardless the mint-haired girl joins the party and follows them in complete silence, as quiet as a tomb. One couldn't ask for better companions. ... I really miss the others; at least it was easier to laugh at them. ~•~
Liam All had seen too much in the doll—beyond eyes, beyond soul, or perhaps his words were just solid projections of his mind, or the lack thereof. He had loved, he had cared. His children, his people, his allies, beings (and entities) he considered friends, and several others.
<Excuse me, who are you talking to? I see the threads just like you, but I don't recommend interacting with whoever's pulling them. When a puppeteer stares too long, others like him start showing up.
>Liam All Oh sorry, forget it, I think I'm just rambling from that earlier hit. It happens to me a lot.
He apologizes and, without even looking, continues walking as if the conversation had never existed in the first place.
You're all too boring.
Not much else—it's not a topic he cares to discuss. In the end, everyone's just a puppet of a puppet of a puppet of a puppet of a puppet of a puppet of a puppet of a puppet of a puppet, and so on to infinity².
~•~ ~•~ ~•~
With the momentum of their walk, they soon reach another island, approaching a place that doesn't smell like Cheetos nor has a card catalog, but instead appears to be an armory—possibly outdoors, possibly indoors, most likely the latter.
>Liam All Hmm... Hmm...
They enter, observe. The Homo Deus watches the young woman closely—she seems older than she appears, but beyond that, there was something else. Her physical appearance, aside from being a gem, strongly reminded him of someone from his Reality, the Reality from which this body he currently inhabits originated.
>Liam All (White hair will always remind me that something took my body and memories to create more chaos. Those people didn't deserve that fate.)
He drops some ambiguous lore, then snaps back to reality—staring at someone for millennia isn't exactly polite, even if they don't notice, and only a few brief seconds had actually passed. He simply wanders around, examining the displayed items in detail and listening to what she has to say, like her name or that they could exchange cardboard scraps for weapons—any weapon, even an orbital cannon.
A bargain.
Peculiar. This mineral creature also casually mentions she came from this very place, something L I Am All would've asked about if it weren't for the fact that people usually ignore him here—this was already the second time with the mare and the duelist—so he skips the questions or even introducing himself, continuing his aimless wandering.
>Liam All (You know, I don't think I want more weapons. There's been too much tearing of flesh, I've caused too much violence. I'm satisfied after spending millennia doing the same thing.)
Bro, you can kill someone with a finger or even by thinking about it. Why doesn't someone like you take advantage of that power? You don't even need a weapon.
>Liam All (A peaceful existence is one where you don't violate others, at least not willingly. Displaying power is too easy—people love power, but showing love and understanding toward others is the peak of power.)
Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, nerd.
In the end, as he said, he doesn't pick anything. A real man needs only his bare chest and the power to unleash a Big Bang. He was a great swordsman, a master of weapons during his time in mortal bodies, but he no longer needed any of that—just pure love for others.
The man waits for the doll to finish her business before stepping forward, approaching and handing the vase card to the blacksmith with a straight face.
>Liam All At this point, I don't need a weapon... But I myself am a weapon. Can you give me your blessing as a blacksmith, or something like that?
He tilts his head slightly as he asks. He wants the buff straight to the vein.
Okay, can we talk about the shield for a moment? There was this girl Lizbeth, with her green hair and big hobbit ears, but was she really dressed in armor, a crown, and a shield the size of her body that for some reason she can move with her baguette arms? That has never been mentioned, we don't even know if this girl is a one-meter-ten dwarf. Eyes are the gateway to illusion, The Dream.
<How do you know her powers aren't related to the card game?
>Liam All Surely we should ask her, it's not like she's far away, she's right here listening to our conversation... Standing, still... and menacing.
Fuck, that's scary man.
But leaving the little vegetable staring into our souls (those of us who have one), Liam All remains doubtful and subsequently more conversation trapped in the past and present, however the last thing said is that these people are very boring because they don't fall into my webs. I don't want peace, I want trouble, always.
<Each one is their own entertainment in this limbo.
That's how the economy of this place is, one has to roleplay with themselves to have fun. What shit.
<If you want something more stimulating than a simple chat, you should try the aforementioned card game. Or perhaps you could propose a game of your own to develop during scenes.
Never, I'm never going to put my non-physical hands on that game for virgin fatties, but we can play tic-tac-toe. If I win, you'll give me earthly access to this place, okay? It's a bit lonely up here.
>Liam All Don't, try to ignore her.
~•~ ~•~ ~•~
In the not-real armory, what was already said in the previous turn is discussed, after which Liam All approaches the stone woman and asks for her blessing, receiving nothing more than a refusal that makes him tilt his head to the side like a canine would. Today's blacksmiths can't even give blessings, a snowflake generation... Yes, that last part was calculated.
>Liam All Hmmm, a shame indeed.
<h-listen to her, shields are good for protecting... I know from experience Shields? Nay, that wasn't his style. Who is he going to cover? Him? He literally just got turned into pulp a while ago, there's no valid reason to cover yourself because you can't die.
Silently, our tertiary character resumes his walk through the armory because an object caught his eye, a very simple but not inelegant sword-staff. This singular object speaks to him like the Green Goblin's mask to Norman Osborne, whispering and whispering in his direction.
>Liam All ...
He looks at it ellipsis-style at the same time his existence fills with doubt, his face only reflecting non-existence. Did he really think all that from the previous turn? Was this love for others real or just an illusion? Did that matter when the people he fought himself over no longer exist? Maybe nothing mattered at this point, he was just a recluse in a specific space, luckily having abandoned the annoying omnipresence.
>Liam All Thinking about it, how about that one over there? I'm already old for so much walking.
He points to the object, touches his lower back with the palm of his hand, and then laughs, his face showing a smile. He had already decided. Why not have some fun while he was here?
Good thing you don't want to violate anyone.
Change of the last millennium. He approaches and takes the weapon, hesitating at first, though he finally takes it with his dominant hand, his appearance changing in an instant as if possessed by pimp power. It's instantaneous, it even smells like cheap cologne.
Now he speaks through his mouth as well as having eyebrows for a reason already explained. Curiously, this isn't the strangest thing I've seen someone do to cope with loss... Poor guy.
L.I.Am was ready to continue the misadventure and get some bitches, moving in place to the rhythm of the extradiegetic black singers who wander around like the mariachi birds from Rango. He waits for the others to finish their business and proceed wherever the script pushes him.
>>126950 Giant Scissors: if the user's roll is double or greater than the enemy's original roll, the enemy's roll is halved
>>6736 <Howlite I have vague memories of a girl shorter than her with a horn on her head doing more impressive things, like shooting chastity rays. But oh well...
>Howlite coughs falsely to get your attention
<Howlite in this reality, some of us are stronger than we appear...
...
staff sword: you can roll 3 dice if you attack first at the start of combat, but the second and third dice will be 1d15
...
>>6736 >>126950 >after being armed and ready, they can proceed to the next island >the island of fallen ones in flashbacks >where those who died before someone else's story began end up >here they reunite with the kaiju >and on top of it, a girl
<??? MY NAME IS STACY, THE BATTLE IDOL WHO NEVER WAS!
>if you thought her weapons were ridiculous, she uses what look like a pair of yo-yos
then she attacks Howlite
1d20 = 1
>Howlite defends herself
1d20 = 15 1d20 = 11
>and the Kaiju attacks the pimp with its tail, again
:- Ask whatever you want, you'll get few answers from the cosplayer.
She lifts her head to see the cardboard shield and slumps her shoulders.
:- Earthly access? I don't know what you're referring to, but if we're going to play, we'll need a board. Luckily, we have a large portable whiteboard with us.
She moves an index finger up and down, transporting the metaphysical game from an unspecified space to Lizbeth's shield.
In two words? Shit; in three words? Fucking shit. Apparently the supreme God, the higher power that moves the events in this place wants the friend to go on a rampage attacking everything in his path because what a shit ability, bro, it's not like it can be used any other way.
>Liam All ...
But hey, more was lost in the war and we're still here... unfortunately. Now all that was left was to move forward, ignorant that the gem lady has memories that surely don't belong to her. Anyway, Liam doesn't get involved in the private conversation and just stays in his place, a prisoner of the dance, possessed by the ragatanga rhythm.
~•~ ~•~ ~•~
The three test subjects are transported or walk to another island, leaving the black singers with the gem until further notice. Although for some reason there's a lot of bbc with Weiss, it's totally impossible for me to make those kinds of comments due to my contract, so there won't be a related comment today... Maybe tomorrow. I hope you understand.
Now they were on the island of those who fall in flashbacks, something quite specific if we analyze it. Here was that white-label Godzilla and on top of him a girl in ridiculous clothing and attack yo-yos. Stranger things have been seen.
<MY NAME IS STACY, THE BATTLE IDOL WHO NEVER WAS!
Her name is Stacy and the term "Idol" implies sexual abuse by her manager, especially if they are this young, maybe her non-existence was a good thing. And well, she wants to kill them for silly reasons that we're not going to analyze.
<you wouldn't understand, you didn't die in a flashback!
>L.I.Am God, how annoying white bitches are.
And as the doll says, her excuse for attacking these poor innocents is bullshit because the kaiju also attacks them and she didn't die in a flashback. More importantly, why were these two in cahoots? It's like when in RPGs you're attacked by fucking zombies and animals at the same time without attacking each other; the local fauna allies to fuck you up.
At this moment, chaos erupts, with attacks against Liz who, indeed, did have a shield, which we are using to play tic-tac-toe. The kaiju attacks Liam with its tail sweep as he continued to move to the rhythm, "trying" to dodge the attack.
He wasn't going to sugarcoat it, this time he wasn't going to stand still and do nothing. With the sound of the instrumental because we didn't have enough money for the full song or for an editor to put that PNG on Liam's image (We already spent the whole budget hiring Lil Jon and his band), he draws his sword and with a quick vertical cut, he launches a tornado. Yes, a wind tornado at the kaiju, one strong enough to tear it apart. Hopefully, the AoE also hits the idol and hopefully, the AoE doesn't take her companions along for the ride.
>>6739 >The Kaiju flies off towards another island >but the idol barely survives, catching the non-existent girl with her yo-yos and pushing back Lizbeth
then she attacks Liam with cutting discs that seem to come from her...pigtails?
1d100 = 41
>Lizbeth gets up and tries to hit Stacy from behind
There's a fight that's sure to be in someone's head, it looks like ¡OUM! ¡Katambpoob! ¡Ouuhafr! ¡Swwanjhag! ¡Kachiuibq! ¡PUML PUMPN! all like it's something ripped from a Michael Bay movie, with explosions, cars, boobs, and I don't know what else. In those kinds of movies, I've only seen Transformers.
In real life, this has little to do with reality or life, it's more like two elementary school kids playing "Bang! I hit you," but I have a shield, defending everything, and I have infinite scissors and a spinning yo-yo, hey ¡BOM BIUYM! ¡BAGJbjj! Besides LALALA (a little musical) because the idol sings, very out of tune she is and... What was I talking about? Oh yes, a doll that has no name because it's like it doesn't exist or I don't know, it's just there. They hit it, it breaks, and that makes it a bunch of pieces scattered around.
< How petty of you, it doesn't matter, this has already ended.
The doll I told you about before is broken ¡WHAT DO YOU THINK! and since it's broken, you can't understand a damn thing it says because, well, it's broken. The translation also goes that way and writes nonsense, without correcting anything, oh, ludonarrative dissonance or whatever.
I don't know what I'm writing, what fight and all that, right? Yes, yes, it fights, or it's gay and forgets its own system and how it rolls the dice as it pleases, the doll, the game, what do you care, what was it! It rolls the dice as it pleases too! The narration requires me to tell you what the doll does with that stupidly long die, and what it does is take advantage of being broken to trap the idol inside itself so it shuts up and doesn't have to listen to it anymore, thus ending the fight.
< And what would you do with a white dragon? Break it? Hm.. that brick would be a better weapon with its shield.
> Checkmate, we're not using Alex. It doesn't matter, it already lost. Or will it say that subliminal message in the corner gives it victory? By the way, is it me, or is this doll gaining weight? The drawings in our game shouldn't be so heavy...
With no fight, there's nothing left to do but keep playing tic-tac-toe, good luck to you, it wasn't me, it was tete, chocolate with nesquik, a pimple at the root. The result? Are you an imbecile or what! Look at the damn board and you'll realize who the hell lost. That's why they say tic-tac-toe isn't a game if the one who starts in the middle always wins.
The thing is, there's something that's not a thing, because we don't even know if it exists, but what, what comes out in Lizgetj's image! And it's very subtle if you don't pay attention, but the doll, we already said before, sees what it sees and also sees that. Apart from a random mention, it doesn't give it much importance, focusing more on whether the girl with the shield got fat or not, because that's who looks at the first image, weighing 50, and now the damn daughter of a bitch is 1.04 MB! That's like triple! Or whatever that is in bytes, I don't know, the thing is, the daughter of a bitch is fat! What shield, what nonsense, it hits someone with its fat ass that it carries and knocks them out, if you look now it weighs even more.
In this bizarre world, one has to assume quite a few things, like the fact that you'll never achieve your dreams or own a house if you were born after 2000, but we must also assume that Liam All dodged that blow with his sexy rhythm. The "Ven Bailalo" then gives him a power-up, and instead of turning the kaiju into mincemeat, it simply sends it flying like a member of Team Rocket after losing a battle.
>L.I.Am Sexy move.
He emotes, points at it as it disappears into the distance of another island to recycle enemies in the future... But the important thing here is that the tornado seems to disappear... for some reason, so the singer girl was still around to continue this fight without logical sense. Logic is an illusion at the end of the day.
I'm running out of witty comments.
The doll dies or her brain starts malfunctioning from receiving a narrative attack, the most powerful weapon of all. For obvious reasons, beyond them having confused the dice, Liam All dodges the attack because the singer missed her roll and also the dude moves faster than the speed of light, disregarding physics entirely. He is a God, he can do whatever he wants without being questioned except by himself.
>L.I.Am You have to be a bit more creative than that to win.
Which wasn't going to happen.
~•~
And as the battle extends, further doors open, tearing themselves from their frames to make way for God. The Tic Tac Toe had been won solely by the incomparable Doo'rot, ME. It couldn't have been any other way.
<Checkmate, we're not using aleph-nulls. Never mind, she already lost. Or is she going to say that subliminal message in the corner gives her victory? By the way, is it me, or is this chick gaining weight? The drawings in our game shouldn't be so heavy...
You already know the story, girl; the truth is, the game was rigged from the start. But the great truth is that impossibilities don't exist, only very slim probabilities; you and I are a cause of those slim probabilities.
And so the cluster of stars begins to take shape over there, now having access to this Reality to do as it pleases. Human beings might see her as a blonde girl wearing purple who never touches the ground with her feet, she just floats around in an allusion that she's not attached to the earthly world or something like that. >Dorothy And her excessive weight is the weight of her sins, you can see it clearly in her eyes. It's not because she has a fat ass or anything like that.
Her voice also sounds like a young girl's. She was just standing there looking at her hands, smiling, or so others see it.
~•~
Liam All was still there with his violent flow, completely unaware of Dorothy's sudden appearance. He was waiting for this girl to give up so he could advance the plot, but there was something deeper here. She might carry the hatred of someone dead like vengeful spirits do, cursing houses and everything. Imagine being angry about dying, lol
>L.I.Am (Playing the clown or killing this girl won't help much.)
He had no choice but to remove this mask he uses to mitigate the pain of loss and approached the girl, ignoring comments about blue dragons or whatever the doll was doing to him. He changed his appearance, but he was going to keep the glasses. He then spread his arms and hugged her, giving her the warmth of flesh, the warmth of the supreme father who watched her grow, even if he doesn't remember it now. It was his turn to act and the turn-based RPG combat allowed him alternative action.
>Liam All Death, life. I know the pain of losing everything very well. I understand you, I've died more than once..., though never in a flashback. I know you can use the power of your beautiful voice for something better, I know we can both get out of this.
Well, it was Christ the King after all, he had the power of oratory and he uses it to evangelize the girl because that's what the script wants us to do, just very poorly implemented. Where was the friendship bar or the soul gems to summon people?
>Dorothy Calm down, putin, I'll take care of this for you.
At that, Dorothy, who wasn't far away, drew a yellow square in the air with her index finger, the most powerful geometric shape of all. She drew it and touched the center, firing this magical geometric shape with smaller squares inside directly at the girl, only Liam got in front and took the ulti to disappear, transported to another Reality until further notice.
>Dorothy Whoops, I should aim better next time.
And that's it, she threw the ulti at him and erased him, becoming the protagonist of these turns until he returns.
Vanish: 1d20 = 18
It doesn't matter about the dice, it was a narrative attack.
>>6745 >>6746 >by the power of mememagic, Stacy is turned into a hamster, while Lizbeth erases the O that was outside the grid
then a blue hand takes Stacy to the opposite end of the vortex
<Lizbeth it seems they defeated her... she was taken to where those who die in the vortex go, a dimension of absolute despair and oppression, a place so terrible by name... Facebook
>everything shakes for a few seconds >in the distance they can hear Howlita screaming
<Howlita Who said Facebook!?
>it shakes again
it shakes again >but they can continue on their way
Beautiful shards of porcelain dance in the air, like flower petals shining under the warm light of dusk. They spin and swirl in intricate patterns, their shape resembling a spiral. From within the whirlwind of magic and ceramic, a figure emerges.
It was... the doll, no, the figure that stood there only looked like her. However, a single glance was enough to realize that this was not the case. For starters, the being standing there was not one but two. Two that made up one, one that divided into two, a pair that functioned as a unit.
Pfff... HAHAHAHA!!
>What a predictable deception.
<There wasn't even room for doubt to call it a deception.
The two occupying the doll's empty vessel laughed in unison. Their shrill laughter echoed and spread across the immense blank canvas that was this world. However, their eyes did not look at the world at all, but at nothingness. No... they looked beyond, they saw above the nothingness, until they found the veil of lies and imagination, fixing their eyes on the only truth that lay behind that cloth.
Their piercing eyes and malicious smile greeted those who were reading, but soon both ignored them. They were not here to interact with them, not when they were so boring. This entity, turned into a pair, was prey to an overwhelming condition, one that those who have lived a thousand and one lives suffer from. And whose only cure is found in games, even one as simple as tic-tac-toe was capable of waking them from their lethargy. As long as they found something interesting in said game.
>Presidential elections are a deception, everyone knows that.
<Perhaps they know it, but still, many can't help but ask, "Will this time be different?"
>That doubt is what leads to deception.
>And that deception is what leads to doubt.
A perfect circle with no solution, only distraction.
<I fear their situation has not given rise to doubt. Whether I would cheat or not was never the question.
>Only the when mattered, and even that deception was revealed when one least expected it.
<Now you surely doubt our reaction. Will we deny the result? Will we try more tricks? Or will we simply shrug and ignore you?
>You don't have to, our deception has been carried out from the beginning. Both snapped their fingers and that simple sound changed the world. No, no, they weren't altering it, its laws, events, and inhabitants were all the same. What they altered was not the world, but the perception of it. They had made the invisible visible, that layer of truth hidden behind lies was no longer reality.
Now everyone could see how far their plan had come. From the moment the game was transported, their victory had been assured. The three X's, necessary to win, were provided by the very three who observe this place. A deception fabricated from the very beginning, free of doubt or suspicion. To try to deny it would be like denying the three who contributed their cross.
>Oh, sweet deception. As heavy and certain as the brick that is the Blue-Eyes deck. Or like the fat chick over there.
<Oh, cruel doubt. As diffuse and elusive as the plot of this roleplay.
>Hey, we're not that direct.
<We're in another body, we can afford a change or two.
>You allow that too?
<Do you doubt that I do?
Between games and their own discussions, the two sisters distract themselves from a world that has so little to offer them. The closest thing to entertainment they find is watching the creator's hand eliminate falsehood to force their reality. On the board, the circle disappears, but their crosses remain. Like God, the creator will surely take an eternity of rest before taking another action. Until then, the crosses will stay and their truth will permeate. When he is no longer there, neither will they be.
Sigh
>There's nothing left to do...
Before that, young lady with blonde hair, let me give you a piece of advice. Don't let reality undo your deception.
<It's better to make the world doubt what happened. Are you here? Or are you not here? The truth is...
Whatever you wish!
The instant her words stopped sounding, the doll fell. Her eyes, which only a moment ago were full of life, returned to their innocuous color. Her voice withered and her body was once again empty, yet she could still move. It was normal, because the doll never had a soul to begin with. Any event or occurrence that gives rise to doubt that a soul inhabits it is nothing more than a deception.
...
Looking around confused, she understood that the fight was over. With nothing else to do, she could only move forward. Pointing her finger in the next direction, the doll indicated to her companions to follow her in her eternal walk.
Lines of text that I have to arrange in a space and time so that this doesn't look like three idiots are just going around spewing whatever comes to mind... But you know what? Fuck you, I don't get paid enough to do this shit, I just want to get paid and go.
In an inconclusive space and time, Doo'rot floating feet has an exchange with the individuals who are now two. Yeah, in the end, everyone ends up succumbing to the madness of rolling with themselves, it must be the madness of entering this place.
>Dorothy ...
The entity said nothing, it was just another witness to the expected occurrences of other beings like itself. I also don't feel like describing too much, so that's fine too.
>Dorothy You talk a lot, don't you?
A great reflection of herself in a non-reflective mirror. Now she understood why no one likes her and why her son doesn't talk to her. But hey, that's just how things are, and regarding the game, well, she was already suffering the hardships of having a physical body, whether she had lost it or not didn't matter at this point.
>Dorothy (Now I understand this guy. Existence was a mistake.)
Setting aside the chronic depression of being physically in this depressing place that even takes the desire to interact with others, she finally activates.
<It's better to make the world doubt what happened. Are you here? Or aren't you? The truth is... <The one you want!
>Dorothy At this particular moment, I'd rather not be here, thanks.
~•~
Before or after such smoke, the entity throws the ultimate at the friend and sends them to ANOTHER DIMENSION, Reality or whatever. Its dark and corrupt heart of cold stone made it do a good act and send Liam away from all of this because hell, now it understands his actions, anyone loses their mind around here. Hopefully, in that other Reality, it gets to be with Lana's mom and have a daughter to replace the dead one.
Anyway, the singer turns into a hamster and gets taken by Mark Zucaritas to a social network, assuming she died and that the story screws over Liam All's decision to try and save the idol. Well, if he hadn't entered the role in the first place, jackass. It didn't matter anyway because probably she was just a vagina with legs like 90% of the female population.
Dorothy Why is it bad to mention Facebook? I thought we lived in a country with free speech.
The fight had ended just as her hopes in existence had. Now the doll was in a single being, therefore it follows the path because that's what had to be done to, hopefully, get out of this place.
>>6750 I'm here if you want to continue, although I'm going to dial back the autism because I'm going pretty off the rails. Kek. Sorry for the inconvenience.
>>6749 >>6748 >a tremor worse than the previous ones is felt after Dorothy said the forbidden word >the tremor causes the island they were on to begin to crack
they barely manage to flee the island before it falls apart >once on the next floating rock, they encounter the next threshold
a dense fog prevents them from seeing much more than the path they are crossing >there may or may not be something beneath that fog
who could it be? >halfway there they hear something >suddenly, a hook appears before you >it may or may not be a clue
>>6750 You have a link in your name that I'm not going to open because it may or may not be malware.
>>6749 I may like talking or it may be my previous self, selves? that liked doing it.
It may be that its previous incarnation was a possession by some being that may or may not belong to a higher plane and it may or may not be that this is a narrative. It may or may not be that everything, including the post numbers, are dialogues. Another thing it may or may not be is that the doll has currently taken the form of someone who may or may not be canon within the universe of their series.
It may or may not be that the advance will solve their problem. Perhaps it may or may not be that it has never been here. Likewise, it may or may not be that there is no progress in this place, so it may or may not be that she is trapped endlessly.
The doll, which may or may not have a name, pushes the girl who may or may not remain here until the end. There is a possibility or not that they hurried so as not to end up buried under rubble. Although it may or may not be that this is a better option than advancing. It may or may not be that the doll doesn't care, whatever the case, she may or may not just want to see how far she can go.
>>6755 It may or may not be that we shouldn't worry about that, not with how the previous fights have unfolded. If we're talking about idleness, it may or may not be better to just recline.
You are informed that there may or may not be danger. In the face of uncertainty, it may or may not be best to simply loaf around. Thus, it may or may not be that the doll has let herself recline on the floor, while she may or may not be waiting for what may or may not happen to occur.
I may be right or I may be wrong, but does that individual's name, may or may not it, start with N?
The magic word with F is spoken from the "lips" of the guardian of her own Reality, unleashing tremors that begin to shatter the island and its pieces fall into the void... Was there a void? It doesn't matter, what matters is that they lived in a country without freedom of expression.
Dorothy That doesn't answer my question.
And it won't. Moving on to what's important, Dorothy could float, so falling into the void and being erased from existence wasn't an option. She was just "standing" there now, listening to the doll and watching the girl with the shield run for her existence.
Dorothy Oh, identity problems, I see. It's normal among young people.
The doll was no longer two, but now it was one that may or may not b-
<It may or may not be that everything, including the post numbers, are dialogues
>Dorothy Including c0deb2? ... ... ... ... What terror it must be to discover that your existence is reduced to this and ephemeral thoughts...
Putting aside self-awareness and the horror of knowing too much like a Latin American journalist, the doll gets behind her and pushes her to continue the plot. Pushing her costs nothing, she weighs zero kilos, although one can feel the touch of light on their body, on the hands that push. It's like touching light (?).
Dorothy I'm not a child, they should give me a seat on public transport already.
She crosses her arms in resignation and indignation and lets herself be carried like an autumn leaf left to the wind, it's not like she could do anything else. She watched the landscape in destruction with complete indifference, as if she had seen the same thing millions of times.
~•~ ~•~ ~•~
The three individuals escape the island, running as fast as they can, or maybe not, but the thing is they get out of there to face new panoramas. Now they were in a strange, silent environment, with a fog that doesn't give good vibes, as if something was hiding in the depths of this non-vision.
<this is the island of lazy posting, something may or may not happen here, and it may or may not be dangerous....who knows?
>Dorothy Aren't there any more neutral people around? Where do those who arrive here live exactly? Where do you come from?
Against all odds and contradicting her own words, Dorothy speaks to the NPC in search of an answer. Where do those who fall here live normal lives? The place seemed too big to only find enemies and three weirdly talking NPCs... This wasn't a From Software game, here they do know how to build a world.
<I can't confirm it....but maybe there's a cult to a certain individual...detestable...around here... Some said N, but it was obvious it was B. But does B really exist? The collective mind can build something and give it life. Collective fear gives life, thoughts give life; the mind has such great power that governments have to put women with armpit hair screaming that the mind can cure cancer just so that common people don't take it seriously, that's how serious the matter is. B may never have actually existed, it's thoughts that gave it shape.
While these events were happening, a cube manifested in front of Lizbeth Rodríguez. A spinning cube, nothing more and nothing less than Liam All returning to the place where he belongs. Soon a Poof and there he is once again in the party, only now with another more XX appearance.
>Liam All/Slash Hey, you must have missed me, right? I missed you.
>Dorothy Agh
A female voice, questionable clothing choice, nothing more and nothing less than Liam All in his shapeshifter version. Ven Bailalo had returned empty-handed, without a new daughter because he didn't screw Lana's mom (whom Mordecai couldn't have screwed because birds don't have penises) or Tsunade, not even Kumiko in the Reality of sex. No, none of that.
With his eyes closed, Slash pats the squire's head and approaches Doo'rot with a laugh.
>Slash Don't be like that, look what I found!
https://youtu.be/wxIFzdwrzek?si=2HqXnrvy3Xi4CHKj▶ He extends his left hand and materializes a box... sinister. Red wood, nice gold ornaments, old, worn, but it gave off a strange feeling, as if it could eat our souls..., if we had any.
>Dorothy Ah, it's that guy, I always knew you two had something in common.
>Slash Shhh, he's about to speak, he's a bit shy.
... ... ... ... ... ... ...
>Dorothy ...
>Slash ...
... ... ...
>Bariglaz I'm not going to be part of this.
>Dorothy I already knew this guy was boring.
>Slash His maid is very cute, he just doesn't want to introduce her to me.
Slash, with a smile drawn on his strange face, returns the Merenglass box to his dimensional inventory.
>Slash I have something else, but maybe for another time.
We had already met the mandatory reference quota per post, so we had to continue with the main plot, which is reduced to walking/traveling and encountering a hook, it manifested before them just like the spinning cube. Who was the phone?
>Dorothy Yeah, whatever. I'll be upstairs if you need me, this being a physicist thing isn't for me.
>Slash Bye.
And that's how Dorothy returned to being the narrator in a flash of light, leaving the physical world until needed. Slash/Liam All continued advancing without paying attention to the bait because that's the answer to a hook: don't bite it.
>>6757 >Birds don't have penises, only ostriches Fucking fake news. Ducks, for example, are famous for having the largest penis in the animal kingdom. Even roosters have penises.
>>6757 > maybe something came out of the fog > maybe it is or isn't an individual of possibly excessive weight > that perhaps has something to do with the hooks
<??? I am or am not ooga booga, am or am not the one in charge or not of the bochians, we are or are not the followers of the baiter.
> it seems there is probably a tribe that worships "the baiter" > and they are probably coming for you
< Ooga Booga we are or are not the agnostics of the baiter, and we may or may not want to sacrifice them as our agnostic sacrifice to the baiter, who may or may not return to win or lose against Eleuterio
< Lizbeth I think they probably want trouble... what if we throw something at them...?
<Oh, identity issues, I see. It's something normal among the youth.
Demo watashi ga no personalidad, sore demo no problema.
<Including c0deb2?
Haaaaiiii~~~ c0deb2 es motto motto importante.
<I'm not a girl, they should give me a seat on the public transport.
Souka, souka, loli de 8000 years. Ojisans must be doki doki waku waku when seeing you.
<Are there no more neutral people around?
Minna here is totemo totemo neutral ¿Nande se eso dices? Nazenara they are just okamis that attack without judging.
<Hey, they must have missed me, right? I missed them.
Okaeri, Dotei-san must be very kuyashi no conseguir sekkusu in a sekaihentai. Lolibaba over there maybe have more luck.
>>6762 Souka, do you want Tatakae? Demo, I have a better plan ¡¡Niggerundayo!!
It's been almost two months away from the usual programming, wow! It's a miracle they haven't canceled this show yet... Where were we? Oh, right.
The nameless girl was still speaking out of sync and now mixing up chink chonk because her personality changed; it's like those people who change their personality upon seeing a character they like in a movie, suddenly becoming a different person. But setting that aside, they were moving through space trying to reach the end of all this, that thing mentioned in the first introductory post about passing the trials and reaching the queen or something like that. We also had the data that saying "Facebook" outside of dialogue didn't trigger the event.
Dorothy Your tail.
Later, Lizbeth would be asked about other neutral entities around here, but she doesn't respond at all, as if she hadn't heard the question. Maybe she saw the first image of this post, taking 7d77 brain damage just like any other individual who has seen that image.
7d77 = 249
>Dorothy (This doesn't look like any kingdom, it looks more like a dump. Is the queen of trash?)
<Minna here is totemo totemo neutral. Why do you say that? Nazenara are just okamis that attack without judging.
>Dorothy That doesn't answer my questions... That phrase is sure to become a recurring thing, but it's normal I suppose; this place isn't bound by conventional rules. Look, this human doesn't even seem to be here with us at the moment.
The floating alien entity approaches the shield-wielding girl and touches her arm multiple times with its index finger, then passes its palm over her vision from top to bottom. Surely there was no reaction like Beans in Rank in club mode. Only... only walking.
>Dorothy If I did this in my Reality, they'd have thrown me into a black hole to suffer spaghettification. But anyway, then Liam All shows up and catches us up on his non-sexual adventures in the sex world where there is no sex. A dead, desolate, cold world... like sex without love, just appeasing lust with someone else's body. It's the curse of having a physical form and being bound by its rules.
Of course, there's not much reaction except for the nameless girl rubbing in his face that he couldn't even make contact in a Reality made exclusively for that. Pathetic.
<Okaeri, Dotei-san must be very kuyashi no conseguir sekkusu en un sekaihentai. Lolibaba por allá tal vez tenga mas suerte.
>Dorothy Sure. There are plenty of weird guys out there. I've always wanted to fuck a constellation.
>Slash (Single?) Well, little girl, it was a dead world. There was nothing there for me, for you, or for anyone. But at least it was a good place to clear out, you know, get your head straight and all that.
Chugging copium because he couldn't get some bitches. But if we go back to the essence of this entity, right now he should be having coitus because everyone shares their flesh. He was eating, he was killing, he was being born, dying, and procreating, all at the same time, only now he wasn't conscious of it because he was trapped in this time and space, exclusively in that female body with glasses.
(You), you share his body, you are him and he is you, so you don't have to be ashamed of your virginity because you aren't... Besides, you're a wh-
~•~
The scene with the wish-box man happens, Dorothy returns as the narrator
I never left.
and the plot continues ignoring obvious bait, finally moving to the scene where a burly man may or may not have emerged from the dense fog of the bochos. It was that buddy of Roberto the Spinning Mole® from Activision. This guy was or wasn't Ooga Booga, agnostic priest of B. There were too meta comments about B and E here that Liam/Slash didn't understand, him looking at the viewer/camera with a particular expression. <yo to be or not to be ooga booga, to be or not to be the person in charge or not of the bochianos, we to be or not to be the followers of the baiter.
>Slash ... To be, or not to be.
<we to be or not to be the agnostics of the baiter, and we may or may not want to sacrifice them as our agnostic sacrifice to the baiter, who may or may not return to win or lose against Eleuterio
>Slash Man, don't you have better things to do? There are many things to live for, you don't have to die here for a ridiculous cause following others' mandates. You are more than special, inside you there is more than you think.
<I think maybe they want trouble... what if we throw something at them...?
The dice are rolled and Slash shrugs his shoulders. He had already given him the chance to leave, he wasn't going to feel guilty for blowing up a presumed enemy.
The girl uses the classic Joestar move and the fat guy pulls out shitty dice, but Slash does something else, he extends his hand forward and from the sky approach tiny spheres of light, like dust, magical dust. Also everyone knows that explaining your technique gives you more power and effectiveness, so Slash does exactly that.
>Slash This is the Stardust. Light, space dust and energy itself in constant motion, that's why it's so hot. Universal garbage, in effect, waste that no one uses or can use.
Floating in his dominant hand, he takes two of those lights with his index finger and thumb to squeeze them very very hard, even extinguishing the light they emit which gets lost between the pressure of his immortal flesh. The remaining Stardust returns to the sky, to the universe itself.
>Slash Do you know anything about the origin of the universe? If two exactly equal forces are compressed infinitely, the force of their decompression will give rise to something new while they don't finish fusing. That said, an infinite force is impossible to occur by natural means, but miracles, the minimum probabilities are always there.
His fingers burn, they melt into flesh that disappears due to the ability's energy, it is erased, then his whole hand, but the sphere of powerful light remains there suspended in the air. His hand then returns, keeping the sphere in his palm that burns and regenerates so fast it's not visible to common eyes.
>Slash At least you will cease to exist completely by seeing something beautiful, the beauty of creation.
Smiling like a mother looking at her son, he extends his hand, takes the ball between his fingers and throws it with his thumb as if he were shooting a marble. It moves excessively slowly, but destroys everything in its path, its small step because it is very small, almost imperceptible if not for the light it emits. It approaches the fat guy, it is tele-guided because the aimbot is turned on.
¡Boooooom!
Then when it gets close it explodes, or rather expands in such a way that the energy destroys everything within a four-meter radius, creating in the act a small-scale universe at great speed. Formation of elementary particles, first atoms, age of darkness, first stars forming and exploding, formation of planets and suns, accelerated expansion of the universe, tiny and insignificant forms of life, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
In the end only a small black floating sphere remained with a universe inside that moves, follows its course without being conscious of what happens outside of it.
Maybe, just maybe, our mere existence is nothing more nor less than the consequence of a buddy throwing the ult at a random to erase him, like killing a bacterium with an atomic bomb.
>>6764 >>6763 >while Llzbeth convulses and suffers an epileptic seizure from the brain damage she received, Ooga Booga is erased from existence itself >and with his death, the fog that covered the island dissipates >they no longer need to wander >but... they are left without their guide >who was supposed to be their Virgil now lies convulsing on the ground >they will need a new guide...
...
>Lizbeth is then taken by the giant blue hand from the place that shall not be named >it seems the same fate awaits her as Stacy >but not all is lost
<??? make way, here comes the only one who had two lives at once
>their new guide arrives >an apparent student from some school that could well be a CECyTEJ or a duel academy
<??? allow me to introduce myself, I am Úrsula Higareda, your new guide. I imagine the previous one didn't answer all your questions, did she? well, you can ask me anything you want as we make our way to the next island: the ruins of the festival that shall not be named...hehe...I wish I could have been there...just put these on
>the new guide gives them hats, the kind with an umbrella
<Úrsula they will protect you from the super-AIDS that roams that island...
Flipped to check her backside after Dorothy mentioned them. Her dress was torn, but those were details related to her ever-changing form. Beyond that, there wasn't much to highlight, neither in attractiveness nor in peculiarities. Slumping her shoulders, she ignored that and looked around, more specifically at the rectangle containing the capture of her previous self. Having one of her existences trapped forever in a state of ecstasy makes her feel a certain sense of victory. She could even say she had achieved her goal, now that this was done, the doubt arose: why continue?
She could think about that question day and night, but she would never find an answer, since this place lacks them. Confused about her goal to reach, she realized she never intended to get this far. Just like her body is fleeting, so is this world, the normal thing would be to perish at the moment her end arrives. However, certain interferences cause the end to be postponed, spinning endlessly in a wheel that will never stop.
While that happens, she will have to keep reinventing herself, finding new ways to express herself. Is that a blessing or a curse? The answer, as you already know, will not come. Thus, instead of worrying about questions without solutions, the best thing will be to just interact with this world while it's still around.
Approaching the girl with the shield, she circled around her. It seems that finally it happened, her weight finally exceeded that of this dimension. Not even her mind is capable of processing how fat she is, preferring to shut down before trying. Thinking about it, maybe that had happened before. Oh well, things that happen when your cards are bricks, you could say that she brick herself.
The conversation leans towards astronomical sized sexual relations. Other than continuing to mock the virgo who considers self-masturbation as sex, there isn't much else to add. Or rather, she has no intention of doing so, since in this form, the only thing she is capable of is philosophizing. Maybe a night with the constellation of Berenice's hair wouldn't feel so bad...
Her guide with the defective windows is replaced by a duel idol. A monster duel player who sings... singer, cards, monsters... a synchro summon! They had sacrificed Stacy and Lisbeth to be able to summon by synchronization Ursula. If the doll could speak at this moment, it would ask if Facebook really counts as a cemetery or if it's the discard zone. Another thing she's curious about is if Ursula is carrying her magic ring with her, but these questions will have to wait for another form to be ignored.
The extradiegetic music had stopped once the attack was launched, and the civilian had been obliterated because what else was he going to do? Was he going to dodge the attack? All that was left afterward was a miniature universe... and a brain-damaged girl having a seizure.
Lizbeth had looked into the abyss. No one looked back.
There were places where the mortal mind didn't need to stick its nose, and now she was dying, yet Slash's attention was on that dark, head-sized ball. On his face, there was some palpable sadness, not for erasing someone, not at all, but rather for creating someone, creating many. The creation of conscious beings was always the first sin; now they are condemned.
Why had he done that in the first place? To try and show power? A sudden act with no thoughts behind it? To give the Ooga a worthy end and take him out of the infinite cycle of existence? Only he knows.
>Slash (Be free.)
The entity approaches the ball and takes it with one hand, then makes this same object float away into the sky, just like when a child's balloon floats away. All he does is watch its departure into infinity... also like a child whose helium balloon escapes.
>Slash You be free too, maybe you'll find your place.
And so he remains, ignorant of the atrophied girl and the doll, the former being dragged away by the blue hand of the face book. Later, another individual joins the party.
Liam All, of standard build, appears, materializing from the body of a bacterium. Were there two? Yes, but this one was here to listen to that young woman and not reflect on existence. With a wide smile, this body listens.
>Liam All Hey.
It was Ursula, from the country where people disappear daily to be buried in stadium grounds, and she was the new guide, according to her words. There, he observes his surroundings to realize that indeed, Lizbeth had disappeared, thank God.
>Liam All Where did the shield girl go?
He hadn't even noticed, or maybe he did and is playing dumb because he could have perfectly well saved her. But hey, the world is beautiful and all, even though some people have to leave, and she was one of them.
Liam All I don't have any important questions right now, honey. I didn't have any important questions either, besides the classic one about whether the housing bubble would ever burst, but nothing important. Not long after, Freaky Sula mentions the next island and wishes she had been there receiving cylinders in every orifice, even her nose.
In the great brothel that is existence itself, all souls operate as courtesans available to the highest bidder. Only the maternal figure remains as a temple exempt from earthly transactions and commerce.
They were going to go to that place. Liam simply laughs at the young woman's remark and answers her with complete sincerity.
>Liam All No, you don't want to have been there.
For good reason it's not named or spoken of, the ultimate taboo. Later, they are given a strange hat to protect them from radiation and sexually transmitted diseases because the sexual topic was going to continue for a while since it's not family hour, although Liam refuses the hat.
>Liam All I can't accept it, my beliefs don't allow me to wear anything covering my head.
He points to his head with his finger. What does a god believe in? Well, what his mortal counterparts believe in, but more than a belief it was a superstition, that thing about not walking under ladders and such, only this time it was something related to covering oneself from starlight or something like that.
Well, luckily they move on to continue the plot, and as they walk, this man materializes the staff sword, strikes a meditative pose with his legs, and moves floating, following the herd. It was a good sword, yes, but its magical characteristic wasn't good for a pacifist like him. He wasn't going to attack anyone unless attacked first or the plot required it.
Pacifists erase people, by the way.
With both hands, each on one end of the staff, he squeezes inward until the sword turns into crushed scrap metal. Then his hands burn with intense heat to turn the object into a sphere of metal and other components. The goal was more to keep the special property of the weapon and change it so that it does the opposite.
>Metal Ball: You can roll 3 dice if you attack in retaliation at the start of combat, but the second and third dice will be 1d15
1d20 = 13
If it worked out, great. If not, he'd have to try again another time because we're busy people here.
And the doll? She said the N-word and double G in her previous turn, don't talk to her because we're not racist... Just homophobic. What a fucking disgust for lesbians.
<Ursula are you sure you don't want to wear the hat? believe me, you don't want to mess with super-AIDS
>after LIAM rejected the hat to protect himself, they pass through the ruins of that unnamable place >many vestiges remain of the indescribably degenerate acts that took place here >it's better not to think about everything the participants did >it is then that they see a green cloud pass by >but it passes them by, by a very small margin
<Ursula that's super-AIDS, if it touches you, you die
>it is then that they see someone trying to clean up the mess >someone who smells like this place
<Ursula Brenda... you know you shouldn't show too much skin if you don't want super-AIDS to take you straight to a worse place than Facebook
<Brenda oh please, everyone knows WhatsApp is just a myth to scare newcomers... now if you'll excuse me, I have to clean up the site of my future mega-casino... but it's so hot...
>as soon as Brenda tries to take off her clothes, the green cloud reaches her >she vanishes while they hear this sound effect
You would learn to love the air, if suddenly you found yourself on the moon. I repeated that maxim until I wore it out. I fastened it to my retinas during the entire journey. I swallowed resigningly insipid kumikas, chewed dialogues with the nutritional value of a napkin and regurgitated the mental acid that Dorothy provoked with the punctuality of a seasonal allergy. I compensated for deficiencies with patience, licking my dry and salty lips like a castaway who starts fantasizing about drinking the horizon.
Wait!
Just like my father's father waited for his father to come back with the cigarettes, I waited.
Reading characters with the width of a river and the depth of a puddle. Temperamental puddles that barely reached my ankles and yet managed to steal chills of pleasure from the simple novelty of being wet.
All that was provided to me in return was an incolor and transparent voice, dropping friendly insults. Soft and harmless like butter. Calling himself Liam, the very edgy one.
And a tremendous mess confined inside a doll.
There aren't enough words in my dictionary to channel the matter. Perhaps because words were designed to describe things that exist. And you are very creative in avoiding such a requirement.
In summary: Dorothy is a terrible waifu. I continue reading the role only for MY wife. please black, don't be a bastard and give more fanarts and scenes ;-;
No hats for him, Ramadan stuff or the strange shamanic steppe religion of Kas and Shamsir, versions we haven't seen around here yet and surely won't see or explain. The writers get paid in stale bread.
<are you sure you don't want to use the hat? believe me, you don't want to play dick with super-AIDS
>Liam All It's fine like this, nothing's going to happen to me.
He once again refused the childish hat, not because it was childish and ridiculous, but for the already stated reason about star beliefs. On the other hand, the doll with the new look and recharged autism was talking, and talking a lot of nonsense at someone who could launch a mini Big Bang at her. Words too brave for someone at breed Stardust distance.
>Liam All Of course, of course I do. I'm only in this dump to have privacy with any filthy creature dwelling in it. Want to sleep with me? Mh?
The annoyance meter was already quite high and although he spoke normally, in a normal tone, one could feel the irritation. Understandable—he'd been going through personal issues already described, wasn't in the mood for a lesbian doll hitting on him.
I remind you we can't promote pedophilia. We lost five advertisers already.
Anyway, he didn't need to change his sword's power...
~•~ ~•~ ~•~
They walk, move, or float toward the other island of you-know-what, only the journey is so insignificant that there aren't even details, except that Liam All changes his weapon's power or so we assume. He stores this magic item in his inventory, walking again with feet on the ground alongside the other two.
Here, the place was... something. Indescribable, like an ancient god in the tales of that guy with a cat named Niggerman. That's how fucked up the thing was.
Sniff Smells like sex.
Like a fish market, rather, continuing with the HijoPuta Lovecraft thing.
Then, while walking through the unknown and indescribable place of a thousand past battles, they notice a green cloud like poisonous gas. Nothing unusual, just green gas.
<that's super-AIDS, if it touches you, you die
>Liam All I wish things were that simple.
Super-AIDS wasn't a venereal disease acquired by the eyes from watching two assholes sex-roleplaying from (insert here a comment at your leisure pointing at another role), no, but rather a green cloud. Also around was a woman, Brendan Fraser, cleaning the shit up from the site with unknown intentions. Maybe this woman had caused the disaster in the first place and we missed the government's official explanation.
Wasn't this the woman the blue guy was talking about?
>Liam All Exactly.
The one from the quad-
>Liam All Exactly.
With the padlock-
>Liam All Exactly. And while his guide and this woman were talking, it was becoming clear that there was something worse than the book of faces, and that this woman was going to build a mega-casino in a dead world. Liam All stared at the woman, briefly entertaining the urge to give her a BRRRRR, a 5×30, or a King Nasir in that magnanimous trashcan of a body... Or no, he wasn't actually thinking that, I'm just running with the joke because haha sex... I don't know, I'm improvising, I don't have a script anymore.
Anyway it's a waste, she was already incredibly used up by that degenerate Juan Luis Guerra guy and everyone who came before him.
>Liam All Well, she's half-succubus, it'd be weird if she weren't trained.
A reference is made to an advertiser, and Brenda WhatsApp is taken somewhere else with Brazilian music playing in the background. Reference to Macerlo the guerrillero.
<and that's why you should be careful with super-AIDS
>Liam All '''Yeah.'
... ... ...
...
Nothing happens this turn. But hey!, a viewer rolls dice and Liam All collapses to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut, his body dissolving into a pool of blood.
>Liam All '''Again. One can't even catch a break.'
"Liam All" dies. What a terrible shame.
~•~
Until from the bloody puddle another entity begins to emerge because there's no way in hell I'm going back down there, especially not into whatever mess they're involved in. Comedy and tragedy are complementary—you can't spend all your time cracking jokes or crying nonstop, there has to be balance, and I'm here to balance out this crybaby. Besides, I wasn't paid enough to appear on camera again.
From the blood, just like rising from hell itself, emerges a white woman, pale as snow. It's ridiculous that this woman who embodies war has a better body than the very personification of femininity. But whatever, she's a short-haired woman with snake tattoos. Someone I recognize—I know everyone.
Her appearance was disheveled, her eyes didn't make much sense, her color scheme and clothing made no sense. Still, she remained the same person, the previous subject... or maybe not, and all of these are separate entities—the creator hasn't clarified that yet.
She pulls that orb from her inventory, and from it, while held in her hand, a spear forms, transmuting into that black-and-green material associated with those higher beings who can manipulate matter. Then she approaches the 19-year-old girl who's still dressed like a schoolgirl. Smiles, and places her free, cold hand on Úrsula's shoulder. She was about to do some trolling.
And with one arm, yeets her straight into the cloud. The spear goes flying into the cloud too, let's see what happens.
1d20 = 8
Lmfao
Kumiko's xenophobic behavior didn't make sense, nor did this woman's strange decision to throw her own guide into the cloud, but at least it was entertaining.
>>7042 >>6954 >after that weird doll behavior, Liam is annihilated at the request of a lurker >Sofia arrives as a replacement, to the delight of the public >but her attempt to throw her guide against the cloud goes wrong >not only does she fail, the cloud is now after her and her exposed thighs
<Ursula you better run...the cloud loves thighs
>Brazilian music starts playing as the cloud approaches Sofia
1d20 = 18
>this while Ursula grabs the doll and runs off with her
I'm out of ideas for this turn so we're just going to do meta and say that's the turn. Nobody cares, but the character's joke is that in every post I change the way of narrating and use a different Rozen Maiden. I've run out of dolls from that franchise to use so from now on I'll have to use more imagination to see where I get Rozen Maidens from and I'll also have to use more imagination for the narrative What narrative? because the character's joke was only planned until this moment. So stand proud kumiko, you are strong for enduring my idiocies for so long.
As a reward for enduring for so long, you have just unlocked LEVEL 2 OF IDIOCIES!! I'm not going to encrypt anything or do a loss with the text like what happened above, but there will be a lot of rampant autism in the next posts. Take whatever you want from this nonsense as dialogue for the doll or ignore everything I've written. It's not like it changes anything kek.
>Do you want to sleep with me? You took your time making that joke.
>you are...heavier than you...seem... You have no idea how heavy I can be.
1d20 = 11
>>7040 Funny that of all the roles this is the one that ended up getting attention. Normally I would ignore your post, but since I'm acting like an idiot I can continue with that and emphasize how half-assed your resolution is. If you want more of Dorothy you can just make a character sheet and take the opportunity to roleplay with her.
>I don't have time anon Who needs time for this nonsense?
>no way I'm getting on this ship Understable have a nice day
William Wallace alguna vez dijo “Es lo que haría mi personaje”, para a posterior ser ejecutado públicamente de forma bastante atroz. No fue la ejecución más visceral de la historia, pero sí lo bastante fea como para compararse a ciertas otras ejecuciones que se hacen en cierto país dirigido po-
Me hablan por pinganillo, me dicen que no puedo continuar con ese comentario. La sensura a la libre expresión es cada vez más fuerte, la gente de hoy se ofende por todo.
¿A qué iba todo esto? A que Sofía se iba a mandar un “Es lo que haría mi personaje”, tomando y arrojando a la guía hacia una nube verde, pero que de alguna manera falla y por razones obvias me tengo que parar aquí. ¿Cómo? ¿Cómo falla la Sexyback? El autor no nos lo menciona de forma explícita. Tal vez habíamos subestimado el poder de Úrsula, tal vez se mueve más rápido que la velocidad de la luz y lo hemos pasado por alto.
>Sofía
...
No menciona nada al respecto de lo ocurrido y no especificado, sino que observa sus muslos una vez son traídos a la plática. No debía preocuparse mucho de la nube porque bueno, es inmortal y todo eso, además había sacado un uno en dados.
Sí, muslos, fríos como el hielo, expuestos y pálidos con los que querría que me aho-
Con su mano libre abre uno de los pequeños bolsillos que lleva en sus piernas, de allí sacando una especie de jeringa, un autoinyector que clava en la carne blanca de su muslo para luego dejar la jeringa por ahí tirada, siendo otra participante más de la contaminación ambiental y la propagación de enfermedades. Estaba combatiendo la diabetes, o tal vez la oscuridad que intenta apoderarse de su cuerpo o algo así, ya no recuerdo, estoy mayor y eso que acabo de mencionar parece escrito por un adolescente. Igual lo del ojo y la lengua de color extraño se van con la inyección.
En cuanto a la muñeca y la guía, la segunda sale corriendo con la primera en brazos y esta misma menciona sobre su género fluido. Bien por elle, hay que ser tolerantes con las minorías.
Sofía por otro lado, ya con su diabetes a raya, clava la lanza en el suelo y se recuesta de costado sobre ella, y con los brazos cruzados espera a que se acerque este enemigo gaseoso. Espera. Espera. Espera. Espera. Espera.
Espera.
Espera.
Espera.
Espera.
Menos de un segundo de espera, pero esta cosa se movía demasiado lento. Estaba esperando para que la absorba, aunque su lentitud y la propia falta de paciencia solo le deja la opción de meterse ella misma en la nube, cosa que no iba a ser por cuestiones de orgullo.
>Sofía
Mírate, realmente débil y lento, una vergüenza. Ni siquiera vale la pena intentar destruirte.
El rosteo hacia la nube iba a ser tolerado. De todas maneras y viendo que esto no iba hacia ningún sitio, Sofía se levanta de su pose para tomar la lanza y hacer tp lejos, reposicionando sus átomos en cualquier otra isla que no huela tan mal.
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~•~
Oscuridad, luego luz cuando los átomos se vuelven a juntar. Ahora estaba sentada junto a Doo'rot frente a un escenario con cortinas rojas y focos que apuntan al mismo. Una habitación amplia donde solamente estaban ellas dos, con ese distintivo olor a sala de espectáculo limpia. Las demás sillas parecían vacías, solo ellas dos frente al espectáculo.
>Sofía
...
>Dorothy
Calla, ya está por comenzar.
Todas las luces se apagan para solo quedar los focos en el escenario, todo lo demás siendo oscuridad pura. La música comienza a tocar. No tenemos audio del programa favortor del público, así que tendrás que imaginarlo.
It's Iiiiinto the Vorteeeex time! Dorothy aquí como presentadora, y hoy tenemos a un invitado muy especial, una joven promesa traída desde la Dimensión Ü.
Bajo los focos aparece una figura, ese tipo de sombrero y que parece un acosador sexual que promete dulces y deseos a menores. En su mano un micrófono, también apareciendo allí en el escenario dos bailarines de mallas de cuerpo completo color gris, hombre y mujer de rostros cubiertos por las mismas mallas... O tal vez son dos figuras de mercurio, no lo sé, él trajo a sus bailarines.
Showtime!
La nueva música toca en tonos raros de new age y disco, toda la atención poniéndose en los individuos bajo el foco que comienzan a moverse, a bailar en torno al ritmo lento. Con un guiño de ojo a la cámara, el invitado especial canta.
>Bariglaz
Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's flyyy DJ's spinning I said my, my Flash is fast, Flash is cool François c'est pas, Flashé no deux And you don't stop. Sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far
La criatura del sombrero mueve su cadera de izquierda a derecha siguiendo el ritmo.
>Bariglaz
And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a Man from Mars And you try to run but he's got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
Su mano en pistola apunta a la cámara y hace la mímica de disparo.
>Bariglaz
And then you're in the Man from Mars You go out at night, eatin' cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercuries and Subaru And you don't stop, you keep. On. eatin' cars Then, when there's no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
Los bailarines hacen mímica de lo dicho.
>Bariglaz
One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don't move too slow, 'cause the Man from Mars Is through with cars, he's eatin' bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture. Be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don't strain your brain, paint a train You'll be singin' in the rain
El instrumental continúa pero los aplausos no se detienen junto a los silbidos, y las tres figuras hacen reverencia al público invisible, el sujeto sosteniendo su sombrero en su pecho. Sofía aplaude con una sonrisa, Dorothy llora y se limpia los mocos con un pañuelo rosa.
>Dorothy
Este tipo tiene potencial.
Decía la masa de estrellas mientras miraba a la mujer de la lanza. Ya luego las cortinas rojas se cierran con el hombre del sombrero lanzando besos al público.
Una gran interpretación. Eso sería todo por hoy televidentes, nos vemos mañana eeeeen Iiiiinto the Vorteeeex! Buenas noches universo.
>Sofía
Sí, lo que sea.
Sofía ahora sí se levanta y se hace tp a la siguiente isla, dando por finalizado el número musical.
>>7239 >>10234 >la muñeca hace metaposteo y Sofia intenta usar palabras contra el super-SIDA, pero estas no le hacen nada
WhatsApp, WhatsApp, WhatsApp
>suena mientras la nube de gas verde se acerca a Sofía
1d20 = 3
>por otro lado, Úrsula se tropieza con una especie de jeringa vieja que contenía una sustancia que empieza a afectarle el sistema endocrino
<Úrsula
no nos tardemos mucho más...que si tardamos demasiado no podré controlarme...y no quiero irme a WhatsApp
>a lo lejos logran ver la salida
>pero en medio hay un pequeño obstaculo
>una jaula a prueba de WhatsApp que en su interior contiene a un ente conocido como...La Insaciable
<La Insaciable
¿se puede saber que hacen en mis dominios?
<Úrsula
debes admitir que los tienes hechos un cuchitril...Nozomi-sensei
<Nozomi
no tarden demasiado, llevo encerrada aquí casi 1000 años, pe-
<Úrsula
si, ya lo se, será el fin y todo eso, ya me lo contaste unas 1563 veces
>para pasar a la salida solo tienen que pasar por una angosta brecha entre esta y la jaula de la insaciable
>si el super-SIDA las alcanza mientras cruzan puede que las atrape
>>10315 The whole roleplay was a reinterpretation of Dante's work that shows us the seven sins and the seven virtues of men. Then they'll say Kumiko isn't a master writer.
Attention esteemed ones: We are being told that our program is being broadcast on another TV channel without our consent. We did not authorize the use of these posts on an external page. Cease and desist, otherwise I will have to contact my lawyers.
This is not a joke.
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Where were we? Ah, yes, that he had skipped the whole turn due to teleportation and that it had gone wrong because he was still on this island of sex, only now it was Liam All who was here and not Sofia. They are the same person.
>Liam All Jesus Christ...
Himself. He held an open bottle of rum in one hand; there was no space here to do magic at the bar and create the wonder of a cocktail, the magic that increases attributes and all that. Consume alcohol.
>Liam All You want to fight? Fine then.
Resigned to nothing ever happening, with his free hand he pulls out the spear which had now returned to being a metal ball, and from the metal ball he creates a longsword which he plunges into the ground and then with great power pulls upwards and forward, like launching an attack into the air. The power of the movement is enough to cut the island in half and to create another tornado that sends this green thing far away or destroys it, whichever happens first. It was probably his turn to draw bad dice according to RNJesus.
Section: 1d20 = 15 1d15 = 9 1d15 = 8
While Liam All fought against the absurd and sank further into divine depression, the guide became infected with syphilis and the wrist suffered a severe case of overthinking schizophrenia like those who overthink Evangelion. Still... Still, there was the feeling that something was going to happen, still, he might reach the bottom of all this.
This is all the budget we had. Close the set and bring all valuables.
>>10315 >>10317 >something resonates in the doll's mind >a moment...
<Ursula Do you think I represent pride? Well, you're mistaken... for starters, I prefer lust, and besides, I'm not the only one who's been in more than one role, remember Howlita?
>the chick who gave them those weapons for showing her the cards Gold Ship gave her has also been on more than one adventure >although in both she was completely different
<Ursula I'm afraid the true enemy that represents pride is much worse than me, someone only comparable to my master, the insatiable one
<Nozomi even I am afraid of her
>says the woman who has killed many with snu snu while playing with her Tarot cards
<Ursula but I warn you... she is a worse opponent than you can imagine, so don't underestimate her. Although
>Ursula shows her true form anyway
<Ursula Now that I don't have to worry about WhatsApp anymore, I can show as much flesh as I want! Thanks, Liam... or whatever your name is.
...
>their next trial is crossing the bridge >what kind of enemy is Ursula warning them about?
Rum is the advent of death, of the entity behind the man's mask... or something like that. I can't really think of anything profound when we're on this island, but the important thing is that by still rolling lower dice, Liam the all-powerful can create his tornado that traps the gas cloud to destroy it once and for all, freeing the world from the damned ERP. Why did the action work? Idk man, maybe the dice added up or a +10 is a hit, I don't make the rules here.
The power of brute force was superior to any strategy because brute force is the best strategy.
This strange subject with red eyes and a smile drinks the last of the bottle and then listlessly throws it to the ground, shattering into shards of grayish-green glass, bursting like my dreams and hopes. He then covers himself with this hand from the dust and his hair, which flutters madly due to the strong hurricane winds, his cape also escaping from his back and neck to be lost across the island.
In the end, he dissolves the tornado by his will because it was already leaving the place a mess, more of a mess than it already was in the first place, and he had surely left a large crack in the ground from the initial cut or not, that's up to each person. At least looking at the destruction was certainly comforting. The lady from Brazil would no longer be able to build her casino on this land.
>Liam All Life itself is just another illusion. A dream. Nothing exists but empty space and you. And you are nothing but a thought.
... Who are you talking to?
>Liam All You.
... ... ... Who is Tigo?
The man adjusts his disheveled hair, in a very unmanly way.
~•~
Moving from existential horror to present horror when Liam approaches those other three characters in the story, completely unrelated to the absurd fight before, just as he was also unrelated to what was happening here, as if all these people were living in parallel worlds that collide to give these tiny interactions.
According to the guide's words and the doll, the multiversal-clash was real, canonical, but that was known because Liam All had already been in other roles worlds, other Realities and all that before this move. Here he joins the conversation to explain things, not for nothing was he omnipresent.
>Liam All Daughter, sometimes there are unique entities, sometimes not. A common mortal will have their duplicate in another Reality, the same or different from their "original" version depending on how far or close it is to the other Reality. If it's very far, it will be more different.
At that, he bites the tip of his index finger to let a drop of blood fall to the ground, which begins to take shape. From a puddle to a silent and painful transformation, a body, a young boy, with brown hair and from a certain country-
>Liam All Look at this boy for example. All his versions are the same with tiny changes, in the end they all converge into the same body, mind, and soul because it's the same entity. Surely you can do the same if there are other versions of you out there.
The figure of the boy looking at his own hands returns to its form of a drop of blood on the ground, after all it was just a borrowed body without a soul or mind. Marcelo no longer exists, or at least not that one.
>Liam All Likewise, sometimes it's not that simple, too many variations and infinite possibilities. One doesn't meet their alternate reality self every day. Very complicated, very complicated, very complicated.
Mr. Brain, end your explanation of the multiverse so they can keep talking about the deadly sins or some crap about how they saved the BBC's armorer's cards... Oh, right, I couldn't comment on that, sorry. Apparently, they were going to fight someone who represented pride, only Liam wasn't that interested.
Lla Mail waves his hand and smiles at the teenager in the cage, then puts away the sword that turns back into a metal ball. He puts this in his dimensional inventory/backpack, the rift he uses to store things worth keeping, like his dreams and hopes-
Just then, super freak Ursula does a hocus pocus and changes her appearance to something more like a hussy, the kind who dance on poles and have money thrown at them. (Insert xenophobic comment about Mexican women here).
<Thanks, Liam... or whatever your name is.
>Liam All You're welcome. You were very quick a moment ago, I knew you weren't conventional.
There's the explanation for the attempted homicide earlier.
>Liam All But remember, sharing your flesh with another being is wonderful, however seeking this wonder in unbridled lust is like seeking warmth in a fire that devours a forest. In the end, Venus's poison will leave you hollow, turned to ashes and cold.
Liam All shares his wisdom; everyone already knew what happened to adult film actresses or what happened to Cleopatra according to Dante's Inferno™, so one had to control their physiological needs.
>Liam All ...Are we going to leave this girl locked up here?
He was also asking about the whore in the cage because he wasn't present for the earlier conversation; all he knew was that being locked up is an agony that makes you develop multiple personalities... or so he was told. He can't lose his head because he doesn't have one.
~•~
The party then continues their walk, passing through the gap, bridge, elevator, or stairs, it didn't matter. Just then, they speak to the man with the po-po-po-pokerface; it's the doll who is communicating right now as if she were Josué Yrion, throwing in a w reference to the galactic war along the way. Unfortunately, she missed the song.
Maybe Josué Yrion was onto something when he said that; it's not normal for the great N to keep making all-soy video games and for fat virgins to keep buying them. Nostalgia is Satan's strongest weapon.
>Liam All (You know, making constant references to other types of media or people isn't synonymous with good writing.)
Okay Camus, whatever you say.
We return to the doll. She speaks, looking forward.
>Liam All I don't have much to smile about right now. Smiling all the time isn't something I'd want to do.
The slow and torturous walk continues.
~•~ ~•~ ~•~
At an indefinite time, probably after these three have left, from the small drop of blood from before, another Liam All, identical to the original, is created and moves to the cage of the ----. With a slightly lost gaze around, he grabs the door and rips it off with a single movement.
>Liam All Come on, get out of there. I know exactly the feeling of eternal confinement.
He extends his hand. He was going to release a universal catastrophe anyway, but mortal morality was the only thing that mattered right now.
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