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#1 Posted by Empty_ (337 posts) - - Show Bio

I fcking love Dave.

@Mercy_: Night.

#2 Posted by Empty_ (337 posts) - - Show Bio
#3 Posted by Empty_ (337 posts) - - Show Bio

Dude, has anyone ever told you that you have a really, really weird-looking face?

#4 Posted by Empty_ (337 posts) - - Show Bio

@The_Mercenary said:

Why is there a bare bottom in Mercy's av.

She lost a bet to Gambler.

#5 Posted by Empty_ (337 posts) - - Show Bio

And I just got an idea.

#6 Posted by Empty_ (337 posts) - - Show Bio

Currently braindead. >___>

#7 Posted by Empty_ (337 posts) - - Show Bio

@Vrakmul: His voice repeatedly saying 'no' was drowned out as he tried to get back into wherever the hell it was he'd been cast out of. Unfortunately for him, he didn't black out, though he wished he did.

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What came out of the ordeal was a catatonic, braindead vegetable. It wasn't Cohen anymore. Mentally, at least.

#8 Posted by Empty_ (337 posts) - - Show Bio

@Vrakmul: Cohen desperately clawed at the thing's hands, making strained choking noises. "Please.. just.." Horror had long since overtaken every inch of him. It gripped him tighter than the hand around his throat ever could. However, when he was flung into the writing mass, he found himself wishing he was still being choked. At this point, death seemed preferable. He landed.. or floated, for some reason he couldn't discern, outside. Almost immediately, he was faced with horrors that made his capture pale in comparison. He could physically feel his psyche begin to crack as it tried to comprehend what his eyes were staring at. It wouldn't take long at all.

#9 Posted by Empty_ (337 posts) - - Show Bio

@Vrakmul:"No.. I.. won't!" He went to shapeshift, but nothing happened. "No, no, no.." He whined. Tears had started to form at the corners of his eyes.

#10 Posted by Empty_ (337 posts) - - Show Bio

@Vrakmul:"The wha.." He felt his blood run cold. As if it would somehow help him get out faster, he thrashed as hard as his limbs would allow him. He used up every ounce of his strength to try and pull his limbs free. The fact that he was getting nowhere with each renewed struggle didn't register. It was just a continued attempt to escape, however futile it may be.